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Chapter: Can I?

The soft kiss she had given him was warm and welcomed. He tried to hide his grin as she took her seat behind him as he was set a course for Bespin. They had ended their argument about their earlier kiss when they realized they weren't in a cave but in a giant worm-like creature.

They had exited the asteroid field, still being chased by the Imperials. Unfortunate for them, their hyper drive was still broken, and Han used his "thinking" skills to hide them for a little while. They flew away when the Star Destroyers emptied their trash and flew away in light speed.

"How long will it take us to get there?" Leia asked from behind him.

"Hopefully not longer than a few days," he responded, leaning back in his seat once he was sure it was safe to look away from the stars ahead of him.

"And would this friend of yours greet us with open arms?"

Her question came off as an insult, and he didn't blame her. Lando wasn't exactly the most trustworthy man in the universe, but he was all they had at the moment. "I don't think so," Han answered truthfully. "But at least it's better than flying towards Darth Vader's ship."

She nodded, "True."

He turned around to face her, but found her staring down at her hands that were neatly placed on her lap. "Are you okay?" He asked, seeing the concern in her eyes as she looked up at him.

"I'll be okay," she said softly. "Not that I'm okay now."

He placed his hand on her arm, shocked when she flinched at his touch. "Want to tell me about it?"

She shook her head, "It's nothing. Don't worry about it." She smiled at him, patting his hand with her own, and then stood. "I'm just going to get some sleep," she said as she walked out.

He stayed where he was for a moment, wondering if he had said anything wrong. He could imagine her small frame running down the corridors to her room, burying her face in her pillow and her shoulders tremble as she cried.

What would she be crying about? It couldn't possibly be over him. Then again, she was a confusing woman to figure out. Sighing, he ran his fingers through his hair. Double checking to see if the coordinates were correct, he left and walked towards his own room to clear his thoughts.

XOXOX

She wiped the last bits of tears on her cheeks with her sheet. She didn't want to walk out of her room with her clothes stained with tear spots. That would only have him question her further. Shaking her head, she folded her sheet back onto her bed, trying to have it seem as though it never moved – just in case he came into her room for a search.

Licking her chapped lips, Leia nodded to herself in satisfaction as she left her room and walked towards the kitchen. It was getting late and Han was probably cooking dinner for them. She guessed it would probably be something he made up again, as it normally was.

As she stepped through the threshold, she noticed that there were no plates, no bowls, no cups or forks. There was no Han, either. Frowning, she looked down the halls, seeing no shadow coming around the corner.

Where could that man be? She thought as she twisted her lip. Deciding the cockpit was the best bet, she headed that way, not even seeing the droids or Chewbacca on the way. It was as if they had vanished, and left her alone to die.

She could hear Chewie's growls coming through one of the bedrooms, and she paused, taking a guess on which one it was. The wookie had a way of making his voice appear from different directions. With a bite of her lip, she picked a door and placed her ear against it.

She was right. Chewie, Han, and the droids were all in there. She could hear Han's sigh and a body flop onto a bed.

"Sir, you do remember that I am programmed to understand humans, right?" Threepio asked, in his Matter-Of-Fact voice.

Han groaned, "Yes, Threepio, I remember."

"Maybe you should try to be nice to her," the golden droid said. "From what I've seen, arguing with her doesn't seem to be winning her affection."

Leia bit back a laugh, knowing the droid was right.

"It's not my fault!" Han shouted. "Every time I try to be nice, she's always mad at me for some reason and that has us end up biting each other's heads off!"

Chewie growled his opinion, and that made Han moan loudly. "No, Chewie, it's not just because I'm aggravating. And besides, why are you all pointing fingers at me? It's not like I'm the only one not working in this relationship, or whatever the heck you guys want to call it."

"We're not all pointing fingers," Threepio said, sounding hurt by Han's words. The droid always managed to get offended by every little thing Han said to him. "I was just merely stating a proven fact?"

"A proven fact, huh?" Han shouted, and the bed squeaked as, what Leia guessed, he stood. "Okay then, Mr. Know-It-All, where's the proof?"

"Well, um, I," Threepio stuttered, "Sir, it appears I haven't any proof at all."

"Exactly! I try to be nice, and what do I get? Nothing! I get shot down! Hey, in the cock-pit I asked her how she was, because she looked upset. Did she tell me? No! To be honest, I don't think I'm doing anything wrong."

Leia could hear his footsteps walking towards the door, and she felt her breathing quicken. Thinking fast, she darted down the hall, pretending as if she had just exited from her room. She waited a few more minutes, hearing the door open.

"Guys, let's just face the facts," he sad softly, in that type of voice that made Leia's back crawl. "She doesn't love me, no matter how much I want to wish it."

She could feel the tears coming back, but she forced them down. Now was not the time to be crying when the reason would be walking down the hall to meet her in about four seconds.

His shadow formed on the wall, which grew larger the closer he became. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she swallowed back her thoughts as she straightened her back. Time for another performance, she thought as she took a step forward.

The expression on his face was priceless, like a little boy being caught stealing dessert before dinner. His cheeks turned a light pink, which was unusual even for him. Half of her wanted to laugh out loud, but she bit back her smile as she nodded his way.

"Princess?" He asked, his voice a little shaky.

"Yes?" She asked, trying her best to put on a great face.

"Can we talk?"

She hesitated, shocked by his sudden desire to talk to her. "Um, sure."

He grabbed her arm lightly, leading her down the corridors and towards his room. It was the first time she had seen the inside of his room. His bed was neatly made, the sheets tucked tightly under the soft mattress. There was a small sink on the left wall, a mirror hanging over it. There were no pictures, no medals or other effects of that sort. There was a small window, over looking the stars that surrounded them.

All-in-all, she had to admit, his room was breath taking.

"Sit down?" He offered, waving his hand towards his bed.

She reluctantly sat. There was something about sitting on Han Solo's bed that made her feel a little uncomfortable. Yet, she couldn't help but blush when he sat next to her. The mattress bent to where they sat, bringing them closer together. She could feel his thigh against her own, and she felt her blush growing.

She looked at him, guessing that was probably the best place to look. "What did you want to talk about?"

He sighed, placing his elbows on his knees. His eyes drifted to the other wall, and he cupped his hands together as he let out another sigh. "Listen, Princess…."

He paused, and Leia bit her lip again. Why was he so nervous? What could he possibly want to talk about that made him so hesitant?

"Uh," he turned to face her, his cheeks still the same light pink. "What I wanted to talk to you about was…."

She frowned, placing her hand on his arm, "What is it, Han? You can tell me."

"That's just it," he said, standing up and letting her arm fall down to her lap. "I can't tell you! The words won't come out of my stupid mouth!"

He turned his back to her, placing his fingers through his hair as he stared out of the window at the stars.

"Han, tell me, what's troubling you?" She asked, wanting to go over there and just wrap her arms around him.

He shook his head, "You should be able to tell. I think this is the stupidest thing I've ever done, but I can't help it." He turned to face her, his eyes lost in the outline of her face. "When I'm with you, I just can't help but fight the urge to scoop you up in my arms and keep you there forever. I have to fight myself to keep from tripping over my sentences when I talk to you."

"Yet you always manage to yell at me," she said, smiling up at him.

He smirked, "Yeah, I think that's as much as I can get away with."

She stood up, "Han, why are you telling me this?"

He sighed, taking her hands in his. "I want to ask you something."

Her blush grew, but she had to answer, "Yes?"

"Can I kiss you, one more time?"