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Chapter: First Kiss

Leia walked into her room, shutting the door behind her. As the snap hiss rang in her ears, she let out the deep breath she had been holding. She lifted her fingers to her lips, still soft from what had just ended.

"Oh, my gosh," she whispered, her heart pounding.

Han had walked in while she was doing repairs. He had looked so gorgeous with all the sweat in his hair, the way the light radiated off of his face. She could still feel the way his hands caressed hers right before they….

She shook her head, walking towards her bed to grab the sheet. As she began to wipe it across her sweating face, she let out another deep breath. The feeling was still there. It wouldn't go away. His presence was still on her.

Licking her lips, she could almost taste him. The saltiness from the sweat he had gained, the sweetness from the lunch they ate together, and the bittersweet taste she didn't know. Maybe it was just him. Maybe it was nothing at all.

"Geez!" she shouted, throwing the sheet on the bed. "What's wrong with me? Come on, Leia! Get yourself together!"

Slapping herself across the cheek might not have been the best idea, but it was all that she could do to wake herself from the daze.

"Han…" she whispered, looking at the door. "What are you doing to me?"

XOXOX

Han sighed, running his fingers through his sweat filled hair as he walked into the cockpit. Chewie was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, and growled a "hello" towards him as he took his own seat.

"What are you working on?" Han asked, hoping to get something new on his mind. The Nothing-But-Leia-Holograph was playing in his thoughts, and he needed a malfunctioning break.

Chewie growled his response, and Han nodded. "Did you manage to get some of it fixed?"

The wookie shook his massive head, growling again.

"Okay, okay," Han said, raising his hands in defense of his friend's anger. "Didn't mean to upset you, Chewie."

The wookie changed subjects. To something Han wished he didn't have to think about.

"I don't know where she is," he answered bitterly, yet truthfully. "She took off somewhere."

Chewie growled, shaking his head as if in shame.

"We didn't fight this time; don't get your hopes up."

Han waited for his friend's response, and when it came, he sighed deeply, looking at the controls in front of him. "I kissed her."

That got the wookie wired up. He nearly knocked Han over when his giant, furry hands came and started to shake his shoulders.

"Relax!" Han shouted, trying to push him away. "It's not like she didn't see it coming! I didn't corner her or anything, either!"

Chewie relaxed, and sat back down to wait to hear more.

"I kissed her, and it wasn't a one sided kiss, mind you! She kissed me back! You can't tell me she doesn't feel anything!"

Han looked at his friend, nodding half to himself. "She has to feel something, that kiss proves it."

Chewie shook his head, standing up as he growled something under his breath and left Han alone.

"She has to," Han whispered to himself, flicking a switch to occupy his mind. He needed something other than Leia in his thoughts. Sure, she was worthy of his attention, but at the moment he needed to clear his mind and try to assess the situation at hand. Normally he wouldn't worry so much; it was just a kiss, after all.

But it was a kiss with Leia Organa, leader of the Rebellion, Princess of Alderran. It wasn't just a mere kiss to say goodbye, or hello, or with a girl he'd never see again for the rest of his life. It was a kiss to say I love you, to say I'll stay with you, with a girl he dreamed he'd see every waking day of his life.

There was a huge difference. And so much to think about.

"Damn it, Leia," he said, smacking himself on his forehead. "What the heck are you doing to me?"

XOXOX

Leia threw her ration bar wrap into the compactor, taking a bite of the bar as she sat down. She had spent most of the day in her room, trying to calm herself down. It didn't work; her nerves were still wired from what had happened. Stupid Han doesn't even know how much an effect he had on her.

She hadn't seen him either. He was probably with Chewie celebrating the first of hopefully many kisses he'd give to her. The jerk. No doubt he'd be downing a glass of liquor in his room.

As she pushed the last pieces of the bar into her mouth, the Devil himself walked into the room. He hesitated when he saw her, looking as if he had seen a dead man. Swallowing, she managed her best What-Do-You-Want stare.

He laughed, "Seems the mouse came out of hiding finally."

Now's not the time to mess with me, Solo! She thought to herself, realizing her nerves were on edge. She shouldn't let him know she was still wired about the kiss; she had to play cool.

"What about you?" She countered, "I haven't seen you since this morning."

"I was working, unlike someone here," he said, taking a ration bar for himself. "Where have you been hiding, exactly?"

She shrugged, "Like you care?"

He sighed, opening the wrapper of the bar slowly. "Listen, Leia, we need to talk."

"About what?" she asked dumbly. Maybe if I act as if it never happened, maybe it won't happen again. "Something in particular?"

"You know what we need to talk about, Princess," his voice grew harsh, sounding as if he was on edge himself. He doesn't play pretend very well.

"Which is what?"

"Damn it, Leia, about our kiss!"

She snorted a laugh, standing up. Might as well start the argument now. "If you want to call that a kiss! I've had better!"

That upset him. He slammed his ration bar on the table. "Oh really? Is that so?"

"Yes, it is."

"From Luke?"

"What?"

"You just like to move around your lips, don't you? Playing with the hearts of men is not nice, you know."

"I don't play with men's hearts!"

"Then maybe you should stop kissing so many, it might ruin a few thoughts in their heads."

"Han, you're so impossible!"

"Sorry, Your Highnessness. Sorry I can't be better for you," he said, his voice lowering as he gave her a sarcastic bow. Picking up his ration bar, he left the room, shaking his head until she could no longer see him.

She let her shoulders drop, her body trembling as if she had just been in cold weather. Letting out a deep sigh, she walked out of the kitchen and towards the cockpit. He wouldn't disturb her there. He would probably be fixing the hyper drive.

She entered the cockpit, taking a seat in Chewie's massive chair. She'd rather sit in the wookie's chair than Han's, never knowing what germs he might have passed over. Shaking her head, she look down at the controls, placing her hand on her cheek.

"Stupid Han," she whispered.

XOXOX

Chewie growled something, but Han ignored it, pretending he didn't hear the wookie over the loud sparks as he did some repairs. The argument with Leia was another something he dreaded for the day, he didn't want to talk about that with the wookie. It might kill him.

Chewie growled the same thing again, this time pulling Han away so he couldn't ignore him.

"What do you expect?" Han shouted, lifting his goggles on top of his head to face the creature. "We always argue, not like it's anything new!"

Chewie shook his head, working on some repairs again as he growled.

"Hey, it's true isn't it?" Han asked, putting his goggles back to cover his eyes as he went back to repairs himself. "She does kiss a lot of guys."

Chewie laughed, growling at his friend.

"Hey! That's different! At least I never have to see those girls again! She always sees the men she kisses!"

Chewie growled a response, and Han shrugged.

"I don't know, Luke, me, you name it."

"Sir," Threepio questioned from the other side of the room. "If I may venture my opinion?"

"I'm not really interested in your opinion, Threepio," Han replied.

Threepio said something, but it was drowned out by the sudden footsteps that came into the room. Han and Chewie looked up, seeing a frightened Leia in the doorway.

"There's something out there," she said.

Han lifted his goggles, "where?"

She tilted her head to point outside, "Out there. Outside of the ship."