"I'm cold," murmured Leia, wiggling further under the covers.

Han pressed his face into her hair, cradling her close. "I think your sweater is by my door. Want me to get it for you?"

Leia shook her head. "Your shirt is closer."

Han reached over his shoulder and retrieved his shirt, which was draped over the lamp on his bedside table. Leia sat up and lifted her arms for Han to dress her.

"You're very demanding, princess," said Han, slipping the shirt over her.

Leia smirked. She forced Han's shoulders back and straddled his waist.

"Oh, I'll show you demanding."