A/N: This story is currently being posted on another site and I have written over 60 chapters of it so far, so as long as people are interested I will continue to update. Though from the first chapter it seems as if the story will be purely romance, later chapters are a bit more insane (and hopefully humorous) and will involve other characters from the movies, as well as a few new characters. Though constructive criticism is very welcome, flames will be disregarded and flaming this story will only result in the "flamer" looking idiotic.
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Chapter 2
Later that night, Leia turned in Han's arms and sighed into his muscular chest.
"Mmm," she said. "There's no way I'm going to the senate meeting tomorrow. I'm going to stay right here."
"That's fine with me Sweetheart, but don't you want to go on our little vacation?" Han asked with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.
"Tomorrow? But, I thought that you just came up with that idea yesterday! We still need to book a resort; I need to talk to the senate..." she began.
Han cut her off with a kiss. "Nope, that was a little white lie. I already talked to Mon Mothma and booked a place for us to stay. Everything's good to go."
Leia was on the verge of berating him for not talking to her first, but the realization of the sweetness of the gesture caused her to smile and kiss him sweetly as a thank you. He lovingly caressed her silky chestnut-brown hair and pulled his beloved closer to him before slowly drifting off to sleep, content.
The next day the two lovers woke, for once, without the aid of an alarm. Though they probably could have used some extra rest, they were both so excited about their first real vacation that they could not sleep. Han pulled on his clothes, conveniently piled next to the bed, eliciting a good-natured groan from Leia.
"Han, you're just going to wear the clothes from yesterday?" Leia asked as she was pulling on clean, leisure clothing. "They're wrinkled, and I'm sure they're dirty from working on the Falcon."
Han ignored her and continued putting on his clothes from the day before.
"Oh, Han, you are completely hopeless!" Leia exclaimed, moving toward the closet. "Can't you wear the blue shirt, and the black pants? Is it really so hard?"
"Hey, Your Worship, it's my vacation too, and on vacation I don't really care if I'm dirty and smelly," he rebutted.
Leia decided to move on to plan B, the one she knew always worked. "Han," she purred as she sidled up to him, "I care, and you do need me to...help you have a good time, don't you?"
Han's eyebrows shot up at this remark (which they always did) and (for some reason) he quickly went over to the dresser to retrieve his blue shirt and black pants. All the while Leia watched him with a smug look on her face, aware that she knew her husband all too well.
"That's a good boy, darling. I'm going to pack up my things and then I'll be ready to go. Now what do you say?" Leia asked.
"Yes, of course, oh love of my life, keeper of my heart, counterpart to my soul, woman of my dreams..." Han said, as he had rehearsed.
"Keep going, Han, that's only half of it," Leia said pleasurably.
"...Mother of my future children, mistress of my conscience, savior of my soul, discipliner of my behavior, keeper of my leash," Han finished.
"Perfect, Han. Hmm, let's see, what should your reward be? I know..." she said as she pulled him into a deep kiss. "That's part of your reward; I'll save the rest of it for later."
"Fine by me, Your Seductiveness, as long as you can pack pretty quickly. I was planning an award of my own for after take off," Han said with a leer.
"Oh, Han, you are so incorrigible!" Leia said.
"And that's why you love me?" Han asked hopefully.
"Yes, Han," Leia sighed, "That is why I love you."
