There had been no yelling, or conversation about that night, they allowed it to end the way it did. Leia did her best to be absent from the apartment as much as she could, not wanting to be in Han's way. She often visited Luke out at the farm and helped Beru with kitchen work, or was at the office reorganizing files.
Leia sat silently as she watched a gentleman in an army uniform with Winter at the bar. The brunette smiles, shaking her head as she watches her best friend bat her eyelashes at the poor unsuspecting man.
"Is she vying for free drinks again?" A unexpected voice makes Leia jump slightly, looking to her side she sees Mara standing at the table, holding two empty glasses.
"I believe so. So far tonight she's been doing an excellent job."
"I can't believe some of these boys. Showing up in uniform to show off to girls, flaunting their service just to get a girl."
"You wouldn't believe how often it works."
"I sure do, I've seen it every night since they've returned." Mara states, thinking back to a time where the bar was empty almost every night while most of the young men in the town served overseas. Most of her favorite regulars never returned. "Would you like me to make you up an order or do you want to tail off of Winter if she's successful?"
"I'll see how Winter does, if she's not successful then I'll wave you down."
"Alright, well tell Winter good luck." The red head chuckles, leaving the brunette alone at her table again. Leia turns her attention back to the bar, the man was now leaning over the counter telling his order to Maz, Winter was smiling like crazy at Leia, indicating her trick worked. Leia almost died of embarrassment when Winter grabbed the two drinks from the gentlemen, thanking him for the flattery but ultimately deciding to be with her friend for the night.
"Alright, gin and tonic for my friend." Winter says, placing the beverage in front of Leia.
"I think you've got to be the worst person."
"I don't know about that, didn't we serve in a war because of the worst person in the world?"
"Alright, fine then. The worst person alive then."
"Thank you." Winter mocks, raising her glass to take a drink.
"Where did he serve?" Leia asks, nodding towards the serviceman.
"Oh, I have no clue. He just started going on about how many krauts he killed. I tend to tune them out when they go into that. I don't understand how men can talk about their service like that."
"Not all men do." Leia injects, taking a sip of her gin and tonic.
"Mostly just the ones who want to brag." Winter's gaze goes towards the door noticing Wedge, Han, Chewie, and Luke had just walked through. They take a seat at their regular table, waiting on Mara to take their orders. "How about you Leia? I got this round I think it's now your turn to get drinks."
"I'd rather not." Leia retorts, knowing what her friend was implying. "I'm not flirting with men to get drinks."
"It's not flirting, it's…suggesting. However, they decide to perceive it is their fault." Winter shrugs, Leia can't help to laugh at her statement. "Plus, it might warrant some action from a certain someone."
Leia's laughter stops, furrowing her eyebrows she looks behind her to the regular table, noticing the group of men for the first time all night.
"I don't think it will." Leia takes another sip of her drink.
"I fail to understand how your relationship fell apart within a matter of a month."
"I highly doubt what Han and I had can constitute as a relationship."
"Then what was it?" Winter insists, her finger nails clicking against her glass. Leia remains silent for a while, unsure how to respond. Her attention goes back to the table, observing a blonde man was standing at the end of the men's table.
…..
"Winter and Leia are over there, should I invite 'em over?" Wedge asks, confused as to why the two women weren't with them.
"Nah, don't worry about it." Han responds, sitting back in his chair. Wedge looks to Luke, who just shrugs his shoulders. None of them had dared to ask Han what had occurred between him and Leia that night, they only knew the two had obviously stopped seeing each other.
Chewie mutters something to Han, who shrugs his shoulders in response, not allowing either of the other two to decipher what he said. Chewie puts a hand on his best friend's shoulder in comfort.
"It's not as bad as you think Chewie." Han retorts, Chewie stares at him for a time before replying. "We have not been avoiding each other. She's just no around as often."
"Han, I think that constitutes as avoiding each other." Luke interjects, having a feeling of what Chewie was talking about.
"I don't know what she's doing. 'm not avoiding her."
"Then what is the issue with inviting her over to the table?" Chewie inquires.
"Jesus, if you want them to join us so bad how 'bout you ask them?" Han snaps. Chewie shrugs, taking a sip of his drink.
"Cause the wouldn't understand me."
Han takes a deep breath, resisting the urge to scream in frustration. He groans, slouching over the table with him head in his hands as the men sitting at the table chuckled at his apparent frustration. The four don't notice Isolder making his way over to the table as they all chatted.
"Hey." The blonde intervenes "What's he doing in here?" He cocks his head at Chewie, not directly addressing him but Luke.
"It's a free country ain't it?" Han articulates to the man ignoring him and his best friend. Isolder still doesn't look at the two, his gaze focusing in on Luke and Wedge.
"He has exactly 5 seconds to get his shit together and leave. Or we're going to have a problem."
"I'll go." Chewie offers, not wanting to cause problems. As he was about to stand, Han places a hand on his shoulder; imploring him to stay.
"You have exactly 5 seconds to step away from this table or we'll have a problem." Han retaliates. Isolder finally looks to the other man.
"Your rather overprotective of your ni-" Isolder is cut off by Han standing from his chair abruptly, the sound of the legs screeching against the floor echoes through the bar.
"I dare you to finish that statement." Han intimidates the other man, standing nearly a foot taller than him. Isolder takes a moment to decide whether if he had the guts to finish his statement.
"Isolder. I think it's time for you to leave." Leia's voice appears amongst the impending fight. Both men look over at her, they take a step away from each other. Isolder smirks at the young woman.
"Awfully quick to defend your private Solo aren't you Miss Organa? I don't think you would be if you truly knew about him." Isolder taunts, staggering towards her. Han clenches his jaw as he tightens his fists as the blonde made his way to her and placed a hand on her bare shoulder.
"I think you have had quite enough and it's time for you to leave." Leia responds, brushing his hand off her.
"He's nothing, he comes from nothing. He's a fucking convict for Christ's sake, didn't even sign up for the war to serve his country, it got him out of prison." Isolder turns back to the brunette man, wanting to humiliate him more. "And worse than that, he's a fucking half breed. His mother was some sq-"
Han wastes no more time before punching the other man in the jaw before he could finish his sentence. Isolder staggers to the ground as the impact hits him. Han shakes off the pain in his hand before leaving the bar.
Leia steps over Isolder, not bothering to grab her purse from her table as she chases after Han.
"Han." She calls after him as she reaches the street, going after his silhouette. She manages to catch up to him on the street, kicking off her heels in the process.
"Leia just leave." Han struggled to get his words out, still flustered by Isolder's words. He increases his speed, hoping she would leave him alone.
"No." She responds, not realizing they had already reached the falcon. Han groans at her stubbornness.
"It wasn't a question Leia, leave me alone."
"You honestly think I'm going to leave after that?" Leia challenges. Han rolls his eyes before getting into his truck, Leia climbing in after him.
"Get out of the car Leia."
"Why?" She challenges again, refusing to back down from this fight.
"Because in these moods there's only three thing to do, and I've already done two of them within this last half an hour. All I really want right now is to tear that damned dress off you." He replies, finally looking at her. "Just go Leia."
Leia sits there for a moment, contemplating whether if she should listen to his request, allowing him to cool off from tonight. Instead she reaches up, tangling her hands into his hair, pulling his head to hers.
Han's mouth never left hers as he lifts her up so she was straddling his lap. He yanks down the straps of her blue dress as she tore at the buttons on his shirt. He trails from her lips down her neck to in between her breasts. She pressed her cheek against his hair, her hands sliding down his chest to his belt. He stops for a moment, his breathing ragged and uneven, his hands spanning her naked back.
"Leia…are you sure about this?" He quietly asks, she takes a moment before affirming her decision. However, Han stops, pulling her dress back over her chest. "I can't"
"What do you mean you can't?" She asks, knowing full well he was physically capable.
"I can't do this to Luke."
"What do you mean?" Leia questions again, Han presses one more kiss to her lips before quickly pulling away, knowing what he said next could be the end of them.
"Luke's in love with you." Han reveals "And you love him."
"Of course." Leia stares at him confused. Han feels his heart drop as she confirms his suspicions.
"Alright, I understand. Fine. I won't get in the way." Han replies, Leia takes a moment before realizing what he was trying to say. She chuckles in response, confusing Han.
"It's not like that. He's my brother." She confesses, pressing herself closer to him. Han smiles widely as the information sinks in.
"Oh, thank god." He mutters, pressing his lips to hers once again. Leia slides the straps of her dress of her shoulders again, allowing Han to pull it down, exposing her breasts to him. They lay on the leather seats, tangled, her dress now discarded on the car floor along with his shirt and belt.
Leia felt herself shaking with need as Han braced himself above her, his hands tangled in her long hair as his mouth explored every inch of her neck and breasts. Her arms and thighs locked around him as he entered her, a spark of pain overtaking her.
He whispers into her ear, reassuring her, making sure she is not hurt. She urges him to continue. It wasn't long after the pain dissipated, and her nails sinking into his back were out of pleasure and not pain. They claw at each other as she pulls him deeper, their moans filling the truck. His head fell into the crook of her neck as one final shutter enveloped them both.
He remains inside her for a while longer, not wanting to pull away from her. Leia holds him to her, feeling the same way. For the first time in quite some the time the two had finally felt as if they found resolve.