Comfort
"Maybe some HanxLeia snuggles? Coming home after a lousy day and wanting to chill on the couch and have ice cream and smooch?"
The sight he came home to was one he had never, ever expected. Granted, this wild trip of what could now actually be called a relationship had mostly be a series of unexpected sights, some examples being a naked princesses in his bed or else those same princesses levitating objects in a fit of frustration being only two of them. Still, this one was definitely up there.
He'd expected to come home to find their unit empty – it was only 1600, and didn't Leia have a whole slew of speeches today? Wasn't that why she'd set that alarm for near dawn,Kriff, to lace herself into some elaborate, ill-fitting dress and twist her hair into a precarious pile? He definitely remembered hearing her softly zipping through her speech into the mirror, the way she often did when she thought he wasn't looking, her face moving through a pre-planned slate of emotions as fast as a blaster bolt. Right, and he knew it was important because she'd been digging around the closet noisily, and he'd protested, trying to sleep, and she'd cursed about trying to find a bra – she only wore a bra if it was reallyimportant.
And yet: here she was, on their couch in the middle of the day, her hair soaking wet and dangling in her face in dripping tendrils, her face buried in what appeared to be a double-decker hamburger that she needed both hands to hold, ketchup on her chin, wearing nothing but one his t-shirts and a bright green thong.
Leia froze, looked up at him. She tried to say I can explain, except her mouth was super super full it sounded more like, "I es'pain!"
"Careful, Princess," he said, smirking. "Don't choke." She glared at him, and he added with a grin, "Chew and swallow, that's it."
She kept glaring but did so, pausing to take a long sip from – "Is that a milkshake?"
"Maybe it is," she said haughtily, sticking up her chin as he plopped down beside her.
"Well, you got fries, or––"
She wordlessly handed him an enormous greasy container.
"Large. So we could share, right? Good thinking, sweetheart," he said, winking at her. "Hey, you got a little––" He swiped at her chin playfully. "So. Want to tell me what happened to Little Miss I Can't Believe You're Putting This Crap Into Your Body, Do You Know What It's Made Of?Or…"
"She got rained on," Leia mumbled, curling up against him. "Absolutely torrential down-poured, in the middle of her speech."
"Yikes."
"In her white dress."
"Ah, that so? And I missed it?"
"Don't worry, the Allied Forces of the New Republic can fill you in on every detail of how I looked," she said darkly, snuggling closer. "Maybe they'll quit insisting I wear the 'iconic' white dress after this?"
"Mm… they like you as the virgin princess of the New Republic too much…"
"Virgin princess? Who's that?" she snorted.
"Dunno, but I bet she's a damn good lay."
"Anyway, so of course then I had to run back to change, heaving around this hideous, soaking, see-through dress, and it's forty-five minutes away… and then I get dressed really quickly and race back, but of course by then the lunch reception is over. And of course on my way home I get caught in the rain again, because naturally, so I'll have to get dressed againto go back out for food––"
"Or you could, ya know, cook––"
"Let's not be ridiculous. So I decided to. You know. Order in."
"Order in an extra-large combo from the greasiest fast food chain in the whole kriffin' galaxy…?"
"I was looking for comfort," she said indignantly. "To drown my sorrows in some kind of pleasure."
"Some kind of pleasure, huh?"
"Yes. And they have that very quick delivery guarantee, you know, so it's faster than masturbating," she said primly, her eyes dancing behind her stern expression.
He choked for a second – "Yep, that's always what I look for in food service."
"Yes, well." She dipped a fry in the milkshake. "It worked, so––"
He stared at her. "What the hell did you just do."
"Excuse me?"
"What did you – you just got grease and salt and crap in that perfectly good shake!"
"You've never – what? That is a normal thing! People do that!"
"Nastiest––"
"That is a normal thing that people do! That is a normal thingpeople do with fries – stop looking at me like that! Youwould eat a fry off the floorof the Falcon!"
"At least it wouldn't be tainted by a shake – why would you take two good things and wreck them both. Why."
"If you just try––"
"Why, Leia?"
"––Then you'll see." He opened his mouth to respond, and she took the moment to sneak a dipped fry between his lips, grinning before kissing him lightly. "Well?"
"I liked the part that came after the most. S'it always come with that, or…?"
"You're lucky I'm generous and feel like sharing."
"You know," he said, his voice dropping. "Kinda feel like there's a third option now – for fixing your bad day. Other than touchin' yourself and eating?"
She blinked innocently at him, grinning. "Watching a holofilm?"
"Not quite." He kissed her hard pulling her tight against him and rubbing her shoulders lightly as if to massage away the bad day. She kissed back just as eagerly, fingers gripping his hair tightly, before pulling away with an embarrassed smile.
"Everything ok?" he asked, content but confused.
She nodded, turning redder. "I just… I sort of really want to finish that burger before it gets cold."
He laughed out loud and kissed the top of her head. "By all means, princess. You earned it."