There hadn't been much thought that went into it, it was selfishness, the desire to separate herself from what everyone wanted of her. It clearly had nothing to do with emotion, she was sure of it.

Leia knew sex was a part of humanity and often has little to do with emotions. Those were the arguments circling in her head after waking up next to Han the next morning, her clothes strewn about the room and him holding her close. It was around 6 am when she woke, she barely managed to sneak out of the bed without Han waking up and gathered her clothing before escaping across the hall to her own room.

She looked at her watch again, debating whether she should just go back to bed or make coffee. She decided on the latter. She had gotten dressed, putting on a navy A-line skirt and a white blouse, the she was fairly certain once belonged to her mother. There was a small mirror that sat at the desk in her room, Leia had managed to prop it against the wall so she could easily do her hair.

It was getting longer than it was in the war, she had clipped it after she enrolled with WAC. She remembered her parent's amusement and her aunt's appalment.

"Lelia!" Rouge shirked as the young woman walked into the parlour, Tia and Celly looked on their niece with absolute horror. Her mother sat there with a grin plastered across her face, but shocked.

She remembered being self-conscious at the time, it was the first time she had done anything like it, after all it had been ingrained into head from the time she was little that it was un-lady like to cut your hair. But through the war getting used to it, even cutting it on her own or getting one of the other girls to do it.

Now it was heavy, she often debated on cutting it short again but her aunt's lecturing echoed through her head from that day, deterring the girl from wanting to go through that process again. She brushes through her thick hair before deciding on pulling her hair into a ponytail.

She doesn't dare to put on makeup, she wanted to save herself the teasing from Han. She leaves her desk to go make coffee before Chewie woke, hoping to get out of the house before Han woke up.

She stops dead in her tracks as she notices Han standing in the kitchen, making coffee already. He looks over his shoulder upon hearing her footsteps approaching.

"You were up early." He comments, turning back to the stove.

"I'm always up early." Leia responds, sitting at the kitchen table. Leia stares at him, unsure how to bring up the awkward encounter from the previous night. "Han.."

"Don't."

"Excuse me?"

"You're gonna spew a bunch of bull shit that last night was a mistake."

"I think we both know it was. Both of us had been drinking."

"I didn't have that much to drink, and I know you didn't either." Han steps away from the stove, and sits himself next to her at the table. "You're afraid."

"I am not." Leia challenges, becoming flustered as he slips his hand into hers.

"Stop bein' stubborn."

"I am not stubborn." Leia retorts, Han laughs at this response.

"You are the most stubborn woman I know." He slides closer to her. Leia remains quiet, waiting for Han's next move. He presses himself closer to her until his lips meet hers. Leia abruptly pulls away when they hear heavy steps make their way down the hall.

"What are you doing up this early?" Chewie asks Han as he notices his friend sitting at the table.

"I got a job."

"Do you really? A proper job?"

"What do you mean a proper job? What was I running in New Orleans?"

"A smuggling ring. That's not a proper job. You go to jail in that line of work."

"Yes Chewie, a proper job."

"Where?" Leia asks.

"Wedge is opening a garage, asked me on as a mechanic."

"Is he paying you in real money?"

"What do you mean 'is he paying me in real money?' of course he is."

"He does have a point Han, you have worked for beer." Leia slips her hand out of Hans and walks to the stove to pour herself some coffee.

"Who told you that?"

"Chewie." She response, facing the two men.

"Since when can you understand Chewie."

"I grew up speaking French, Chewie speaks Louisiana Creole, its base is French. I can pick words out here and there."

"So, I've been translating for no real reason."

"I wouldn't say that. It's nice to have some context." Leia smirks, placing her coffee cup down on the counter. "Now I have to get to work. I'll see you later." As she walks past Han she places a quick peck on his cheek before leaving the kitchen and the apartment with a smile on her face.

Authors' note:

So sorry for the delay, school has been wild since September 5 to October 19 I have had 6 essays due. So that is why I've been unable to post for a while. I hopefully we'll be back up and continuing this story and am aiming to be done this story by the end of dec.

Thanks for reading and reviewing your support has been so huge for my initiative to continue this story.

XOXO Tamorasky.