a/n: It didn't even cross my mind that the last chapter could have been something out of the middle of NJO. I've never read NJO. I'm just now reading Ambush at Corellia.

By the way, KNIGHTEDROGUE, I wrote you a story. You better get around to reading and reviewing it. It's on my author's page. Horribly almost-smutty piece of filth. 'The Pain of Consequence' for anyone who is (and everyone should be) interested.

And 'Jane' brought up an interesting point. Up until Cloud City, Leia had never worn anything that wasn't white. Can anyone say symbolism? (For those of you who don't get it, white is the color of purity)

Clandestine Moments----

IV. Life's Greater Philosophy

Behind the closed door sat a bedside table with a small bedside lamp placed upon it. The lamp was no bigger than any other lamp, and it gave off no more light than a bedside lamp was made to give. But Leia's bedside lamp was the vilest thing that Han had ever seen and night after night it caused him more grief than he could express to his new wife.

Laying on his side away from the light, Han scrunched his eyes tight. He tried to pretend that there was no lamp, no faint glow coming from the other side of the room. He just wanted some sleep, but the sound of turning pages and Leia's pen scratching on paper kept him wide away.

"Leia."

"What?"

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

Han rolled over onto his back, looking up at her with tired eyes. She stopped writing long enough to glance over and question his frustration with a look of her own.

"Can't you turn that light off long enough to let me fall asleep?"

"If I did that then I couldn't finish these notes," she answered haughtily. "You know I have to speak in front of the council in the morning."

"All the more reason for you to turn off that light and get some sleep."

Leia didn't answer, she instead continued to write and ignore Han and his mumbled curses. She had more important things to do than sleep. Sleep was a commodity that she couldn't afford when there were more pressing things to get done.

On Han's side of the bed he had decided that enough was enough. Gripping the edge of his pillow, he waited for the right moment to catch Leia off guard. When that moment came, he yanked the pillow from beneath his head and brought it crashing down onto Leia's note pad.

"What did you do that for?" she screeched.

Feeling that his very brash decision to personally discontinue Leia's work was the right thing to do, he prided himself in smashing the pillow into her lap again, knocking the paper onto the floor below. Leia gasped and reached over to grab the pillow, holding it still between them.

"Han, that was very childish," she reprimanded.

The insult did nothing to hurt the smuggler's feelings, it only pushed him to do it again with the pillow that he had pulled from behind Leia's back.

"Thief!" she yelled, tossing her pen out of the way. She leaned forward on her knees to grab fully the pillow that Han had discarded when he had stolen her own. She held onto the corners with both hands and swung the cushion at full force into Han's chest. It made a dull, fluffy thud on contact.

"Transporter of outlawed goods, sweetheart. Get it right," he grinned, sitting up to bash his wife with his own feathery weapon of destruction.

Quick Force-tinted reflexes had her blocking Han's blow as his next hit brought the pillow very close to the side of her head. She knocked the pillow out of his hand and onto the bed. Seeing her moment of opportunity arise, she hit him with a succession of strikes that had him on his back once more with a giggling Leia straddling his waist.

"Well if you feel that strongly about your work then I'm sure we can make some sort of compromise," he smirked as his hands traveled up Leia's legs.

"I don't understand you sometimes," Leia said.

"What's not to understand?"

"Well first you want me to turn the light off so you can get some sleep, now it seems to me that you aren't so tired anymore."

"What gives you that idea?"

"Oh I don't know," she said while leaning forward to nibble at his throat. "I've just got that feeling deep down."

"You've got one hell of an intuition there, princess."

Not one to be left out of the games, Han flipped Leia over onto her back. Kissing her slowly and sensually, he wondered briefly if all of their fights would end up so well. Kiss and make up was a good philosophy to live by.

Reaching over, he flipped off the lamp and shrouded the room in darkness.

a/n: Really pleased with the ending of this vignette. Moreso than I have been with any of my recent published works. Hope you enjoyed it. You all got your raunchy pillow fight (kind of) and maybe I'll get some nice reviews in return.

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