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It's Valentine's Day and Han and Leia are separated by an ocean and about six hours.

Leia gave her reflection a quick glance in the mirror before going into her room. Han probably wouldn't care how she looked, but they hadn't Skyped in over a week, and she wanted to look nice for him. She ran her brush through her hair to tame it quickly before climbing into bed with her computer and her unopened box.

Han's call popped up a few minutes later, and she quickly answered it.

"Hey, Sweetheart," he said. "It's good to see you." Leia looked at the familiar scene behind him: the wall of his dining room. She could vaguely make out their framed engagement picture on the wall behind him.

"Hi. It's good to see you, too. I miss you."

"Almost half way," he soothed.

"I know. I don't want this to be over," Leia said, gesturing to her tiny bedroom in her small Belgian apartment, "but I am ready for this to be over," she finished, tapping her computer and holding up the box that contained her Valentine's gift. He smiled sadly at her in agreement.

"You want to go first, or do you want me to first?" he finally asked, holding up his box.

"You go," she instructed, clasping her hands excitedly as he cut through the tape. The first thing in the box was a few different varieties of European chocolate.

"This looks good. I can't wait to try some," Han said, fishing in the box. He drew out the paper cup that she'd colored with sharpies and filled with strips of paper.

"What're these?" he asked, stirring the papers around with his finger.

"There's just enough of those slips for you to read one every day till I get back," Leia explained. "I wrote memories and things I love about you, and things I'm excited about doing with you, and, you know, that sort of stuff on them." He gave her a moony smile.

"Thanks. That's sweet. Do I get one today?" Leia nodded and Han drew out a slip. "It says 'Can't wait to help you roll out of bed every morning before work.' You know what I can't wait for? Rollin' you into bed every night," he teased. Leia laughed. Han tucked the slip into his pocket. "Your turn."

Leia slit the tape and opened the box. The first thing she pulled out was a sweatshirt—her favorite one to steal.

"Han, yes," she murmured, holding it to her nose and taking a deep breath. She'd been so deprived of that scent. Leia tugged it on over her thin pajamas and propped her window open.

"What are you doin', Princess?"

"It's too warm in here to sleep in this without the window open. If I sweat in it, it makes it stop smelling like you," she admitted sheepishly. Han chuckled.

"You're the clothes-stealing expert." Leia gave an exasperated shake of her head. "Keep going. There's more in that box than my dirty laundry."

Leia drew out a package of her favorite candy that wasn't available in Europe.

"Thank you. The bag Mom sent ran out last week," she explained. He winked at her and she continued to search through the box. Leia held up a folded index card with a lipstick print on it.

"Um…what is this?" Han blushed uncharacteristically.

"Uh, it's a kiss," he explained.

"What?"

"It was a dumb idea—stupid internet—I just missed you a lot and there was wine in the fridge—I'm such an idiot—and I found some of your stuff in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom—what the hell was I thinkin'—I guess drunk me thought it sounded like a good idea—"

"Han, what sounded like a good idea?"

"Puttin' on your lipstick and kissin' a damn index card, Leia," he finally spit out. Leia burst out laughing, feeling a rush of affection for her fiancé.

"Well, here," she pacified, fumbling through the clutter on her bedside table for a tube of lipstick. She found a pink shade, applied a coat, and pressed Han's makeshift kiss to her lips. "There." Leia held the card up for inspection.

"I love you," Han mumbled.

"I know you do. I love you, too."

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Several months later…

Han glanced around their bedroom. They'd painted and moved the furniture in last weekend, and Leia'd been working this afternoon on getting it decorated to her liking. Han didn't really understand the finer points of that, so he'd left it to his bride to be. She'd done a nice job. There were curtains on the window and a jar of white flowers on her dresser. There was a big wooden sign over the head of the bed that read 'Kiss me every night' in fancy letters.

On the nightstand, there was a frame. He picked it up to inspect it closer. It was a sizable frame and had several small things pressed against the glass in a collage. There was a pair of theater tickets from the play he'd taken her to on one of their first dates, a torn corner of notebook paper with a cheesy love note scribbled across it, a few crisp petals from a bouquet he'd gotten her. There was a strip from the photo booth at the fair, an envelope with a Belgian post-mark, one of her little Valentine's papers with 'I can't wait to write your last name on everything,' on it, and in the center, their little paper kiss.

AN: In the next exciting installment, Leia returns from Belgium! Thanks for reading-please leave a review!