Part 3

On her way she decided that she would bring him breakfast. But where would someone get those greasy breakfast tacos Han always shows up with? Didn't Han always make them himself? Leia thought as she went through the market. She was starting to get discouraged when she found an Ithorian vendor making some strange concoctions in various pots.

"Can I help you, Princess?" The Ithorian asked while Leia studied the pots on the heating surface.

"What is this you're making?" she questioned the vendor.

"Most people call them breakfast tacos." The vendor replied, "I've got several different types." The Ithorian pointed to the different pots. "Sausage and egg, bacon and egg, tuber and egg, chorizo, picadillo, barbacoa, and I could mix something up if you would like."

"Well," Leia started reluctantly, "I'm picking them up for a friend and I don't know what kind he usually gets. Could I get two of each?"

"Of course," the Ithorian smiled, "it will take just a moment."

"I'll pick them up in a minute, if that's ok." Leia gestured to a fruit booth down the row.

"Sure." The Ithorian vendor waved her to keep shopping.

Leia picked up various fruits before returning to get the tacos. After paying the vendor she struck out for Han's apartment again. When she got there she used her pass-card to get in and surveyed the damage. Han's apartment was spartan to say the most, barren at least. There were no pictures, the couch looked suspiciously like it came out of a medcenter waiting room, and the holovid unit sat atop what Leia hoped was an empty missile crate. Shaking her head, she went into the kitchen knowing things would be even worse in there. She grimaced in despair at the kitchen counter which was lined with dishes that wouldn't fit in the sink. Surprised to find the caf-machine spotless, she went about making a pot. After starting the caf, Leia checked the cooler unit. How did anyone sustain themselves on a few fizpops, half a case of ale, a stick of butter, and something green wrapped in plastic on a plate? Leia shook her head and placed the fruit in one of the drawers. After filling and starting the dish washer she took the last clean mug from the cabinet and made herself a cup of caf. It was almost ten in the morning at this point and she was surprised he hadn't woken when she heard a muffled cough from the bedroom. It was eventually followed by a low moan as the bedroom door slid open.

Han's mouth was the driest he could remember in recent history. So dry it triggered a gag reflex causing him to cough. Han noticed as he rolled out of bed that he was still dressed and groaned as he triggered the door. He noticed immediately that something was off when he smelled the caf. He slowed his progress through the door to grab the blaster off the dresser. He paused, Why would an assassin or bounty hunter stop to make caf? He slipped the blaster behind his back into the waistband of his pants and eased into the apartment. When he got to the kitchen, he found Leia drinking caf in a long cloak.

Han looked decidedly rumpled when Leia looked up. He had obviously slept in his uniform, which was still on. There were also stains on the dress jacket that shouldn't be there. He was leaning against the entrance to the kitchen his left hand was cocked casually in the jacket to the small of his back. The fact that he was keeping one hand on a hold out didn't bother her as much as the scowl on his face. "I see you decided against my advice for a shower."

He snorted at her and filled a dirty mug off the counter with caff. Leia wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Why are you here?" He squinted at her. "And furthermore why do you have a key to my apartment when I can't have one to yours?"

"I'm here to make amends." She gestured to the bag of breakfast tacos. "And I have a key because I can be trusted not to sneak into your bed in the middle of the night."

He snorted again before rifling through the bag. After picking one of the tacos, he unwrapped it and took a bite. "You think I can be bought with a little caf and breakfast?" he asked through a full mouth.

"Among other things."

"Whatever," he said before putting the remaining taco in his mouth. "I'm going to take a shower." He shrugged the dress jacket to the floor just outside of the kitchen then continued to the bathroom. Leia followed him as far as the living room then flopped onto the couch dejected. This was not how I had planned our reunion, she thought as a tear slowly drifted down her cheek.

The hot water cascading down Han's body went a long way to ease the tight muscles and his battered nerves. Half an hour later, Han left the fresher with a towel around his waist to find Leia still on the couch staring at her feet.

"Hey." He called out. She looked up at him but said nothing. She didn't need to he could read the regret in her eyes. "I'm sorry about last night." He paused, hating to apologize for any reason, especially when he didn't feel he was wrong.

"It wasn't your fault Han. I got your messages this morning." She looked back to her feet. "I shouldn't have acted that way. This is all very new to me and I'm not always sure how to act." Han couldn't help but grimace. While he had been in several serious relationships, Leia had not.

"Leia things usually don't work like they do in the holos. And I know that I'm hard to deal with, but you could be more understanding." He cupped her chin forcing her to look at him. She hadn't noticed that he had kneeled in front of her. "Your stubborn streaks do make for some interesting occurrences though." He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.
She didn't contest as it slowly deepened till he was pulling her tightly to him and she had her fingers entwined in his hair.

"Does this mean that I'm forgiven?" she asked when they both surfaced for air.

"Answer one thing" he demanded as he trailed kisses down the line of her jaw and started on her neck.

"Anything." She gasped.

"Why are you wearing this krethin' cloak?" without a word she pushed him back then stood before him. There she slowly undid the clasps and let the cloak slide of her shoulders and down her slender body. He slowly took in the sight of her in the gilded bikini and whispered. "Among other things, indeed." He wrapped an arm around her hips and stood in one fluid motion causing her to fold over his shoulder. Once standing, he started towards the bedroom.

"Han, you scoundrel!" Leia screeched during a fit of giggles. She managed to grab the towel around his waist as they went through the door. It fluttered through the air only to land in a pile after the door closed.

Hours later, Han awoke to answer a rather insistent comm from his nightstand.

"Han!" Luke sounded very excited but Han was more concerned with the fact that Leia wasn't in the bed so he just grunted as he continued to look around the room.

"You know that girl I told you about last night." The shower turned on in the 'fresher and Han smiled.

"Oh yeah." Han said in a husky voice as he got up and moved toward the 'fresher.

"I think she's trying to kill me." Luke yelped as the statement was punctuated with blaster fire. Han opened the door to the fresher.

"Can't help you kid I'm kinda busy right now. Here, Sweetheart, let me get your back." And the comm went dead Luke took a second to look at it then started running after blaster fire landed near his feet.

The End.

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Thanks to Bigfatty for Beta.

Cody