The couple walks in the middle of the quiet street, Han turns his head a few times to make sure no cars were approaching. Leia stops in the street, Han walks forward before realizing that she wasn't catching up with him. He stops and turns.

"You alright Princess?" Han asks, walking back towards her.

"I'm fine. My shoes are driving me insane." She struggles to catch her balance, on habit she reaches forward, placing a hand on his chest to steady herself. She yanks the heeled shoe off of her one foot, and switches to the other. She leans over and picks up the shoes, losing about an inch of height in her bare feet.

"If you don't find 'em comfortable why wear 'em?" Han asks.

"Aunty Rogue bought them for me. I'm not wasting her money by not wearing them."

"Then why get 'em in the first place?"

"She and Celly insisted I get them. They thought if I had a suitable wardrobe It may help me…. well…it doesn't matter."

"No, help you what?"

"Help me find a husband." Leia sighs, feeling somewhat embarrassed saying the words out loud.

"Any man will do?" Han smirks while asking.

"A suitable man, not a scoundrel." Leia responds, smacking his arm.

"A scoundrel? What happened to being insufferable?"

"One can be both a scoundrel and insufferable." Leia smirks, walking away from Han. He reaches out and grabs her wrist, pulling her back.

"I don't think it works like that sweetheart." Han pulls her close, his face inches from her.

"Why wouldn't it?" Leia places her hands on his chest and pushes him away. "And cool it hotshot, I'm not that easy."

Leia saunters away from him, her shoes still in her hand. Han runs his hand through his hair, smirking as he watches her walk away. He follows, picking up his pace to catch up with her.

"Well I'll let ya in on a secret Princess." Han says, making Leia look up at him. "I'm not that easy either. I am proud to say I am resistant to your South Atlantic charms."

"Are all Midwesterners immune to our charms? Or only you?"

"I wouldn't know. I'm not Midwestern."

"You're not?" Leia asks.

"Nope, not originally at least." Han shrugs.

"Where are you from?"

"It doesn't matter much."

"Han, where?"

"It doesn't matter. I haven't been back for years." Han stares ahead, avoiding eye contact with her. She furrows her eyebrows, not understanding his hesitance to talk about his home.

"Why Aldera?" Leia asks, leaving his origin alone.

"We were sent to Melbourne for a time after Guadalcanal and while we were stationed there, there was an ad about this town. Chewie really liked the look of the town, we weren't able to go back to New Orleans. So, he decided after the war to come here and like a fool I followed."

"But, it isn't all that bad, is it?" Leia asks. Han looks at the short brunette and smiles, taking her hand in his.

"Nah, it's not all that bad." He sighs, squeezing her hand in his. The two of them continue walking down the street together to their home. Han holds the door open for her, letting her enter the apartment building before him.

"thanks." Leia says as she walks past him. The walk up the stairs to their apartment silently, the creaking of the stairs echoing through the building. Leia grabs her keys from her purse, unlocking the door for the both of them. In turn, she steps aside as she opens the door, allowing Han to go first.

"Shouldn't that be my job?"

"I don't believe holding the door open is a gendered task." Leia remarks.

"Alright. Thanks." Han walks past her into the apartment. Leia places her shoes down at the front entrance. The two go completely silent as they hear a low rumble through the apartment.

"What is that?" Leia asks.

"I think Chewie might've fallen asleep on the couch." Han responds, slipping his own shoes off. "How we ever slept in the same quarters I'll never know."

"I'm surprised you slept at all during the war."

"Yeah, well most nights I didn't. But some nights I couldn't help it." Han shrugs. The two walk down the hall until reaching Leia's room.

"Well I should be going to bed, I have an interview tomorrow." Leia says, opening her door.

"You know I could give you some company." Han smirks, teasing the brunette.

"Goodnight Han." Leia slips into her room, closing the door behind her. She unzips her floral skirt, allowing it to naturally fall to the floor. She unbuttons her white blouse and shrugs it off. She walks over to the small bed and picks up her nightgown on the duvet. She slips the straps of her slip off of her shoulders, allowing the silk piece to fall around her feet. Leia slides the night gown over her head.

The material made sent a chill through her body, her nipples hardening at the contact. She turns the lamp on her bedside table on, and goes to flip the overhead light off. She stops before she gets into the bed, hesitant about going to the bed.

"Maybe I should've take Han's offer." She chuckles to herself. She crawls into the bed under the duvet. She doesn't turn off the light immediately, instead she looks around the room, memorizing every shadow and corner in the small space. She feels her eyelids grow heavy and allows herself to fall asleep.

…

Han sat at the kitchen table with Chewie, drinking coffee both of them waiting to get into the bathroom.

[How much longer will she be?]

"I don't know Chewie. She said she had an interview today so who knows what she's all doing."

Both men perk up as they hear the door open, Leia saunters into the kitchen. Her hair had been curled and pinned away from her face. Her cheeks were bright and pink, giving her face some color.

"You look…" Han trails off, staring at the way the black pencil skirt she wore hugged her hips and how the short jacket accentuated her waist. Leia smirks at Han's lost thought.

"What's the matter hotshot?" She asks.

"I've never seen you so…dressed up. Much less wear makeup."

"I thought the lipstick might be too much, but I think it adds a level of sophistication." Leia smiles, showing off her bright red lipstick.

"You look fantastic." Han remarks.

"Thanks Han." Leia says, she leans over and pecks him on the cheek. "I will be home in the later afternoon."

Chewie smiles at the woman, before speaking to her.

"He says good luck." Han translates.

"Thanks Chewie." Leia says, leaving the kitchen. She slips her black pumps on before leaving the house.

"I wouldn't often say this but, thank God for those aunts of hers." Han says, continuing to drink his coffee. Chewie chuckles, standing up from the dining room chair.

Author's Note:

Alright! I AM BACK! Sorry I'm a history major at University so I've had so many papers and exams to do at school and haven't had any energy to write this story. I also re-wrote this chapter at least 3 times because I wasn't happy with it until now. Anyway, I should be writing more frequently now.

-Tamora Sky.