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Chapter 32
As the Temple of Doom title appeared on the screen, Han experienced a strange feeling of foreboding. Maybe this Force stuff was rubbing off on him, or maybe he just knew his wife well enough to know that she was not going to make this an easy experience for him. Any movie that starred a man who looked to be his clone was bound to be a source of ridicule.
When his "clone," who was said to be a human named Harrison Ford (whoever that was), appeared on the screen, Han relaxed for a moment. The man appeared to be an intelligent college professor. He guessed that maybe Leia could make a comment implying that Han was smarter than he acted, but he didn't really see any harm in that. Instead of making a comment, however, she proceeded to laugh uproariously.
"What's so funny?" Han demanded.
Leia stopped for a moment to look at him, but when she opened her mouth to respond, she only laughed harder.
"Seriously, what is so funny? Is it because he's a professor? Is that it?"
Leia was now literally rolling around on the ground laughing, reminiscent of Han's behavior among the reporters.
Leia was trying to force out words, with great difficulty. "It's…just like…seeing you…as a teacher. So…funny…" she managed before she completely lost her ability to verbalize.
"Oh, so the mere idea that I have intelligence is that funny to you?" Han grumbled.
Leia's lack of response (besides her continuing peals of laughter) was all he needed for an answer.
Han stood up and went to the door. "I'm leaving. Obviously I'm not intelligent enough for this movie."
"No…Han…I'll…stop…I promise," Leia stuttered, still convulsing with laughter.
"Only if you promise to be mature enough to watch the movie without making fun of me," he growled.
"Sure…I'll try," she replied before breaking into another laughter fit.
"It wasn't funny in the first place," Han said to his wife as he kindly helped her back up on the couch. "You'd better behave yourself."
They began watching the movie again (though Leia would start giggling at random points, eliciting glares from her husband) – now Indiana was running with a blonde woman and a little boy through some very unappealing-looking foliage.
"Why is it always a blonde in these movies?" Leia asked.
"Why not?"
"Well, we brunettes need some representation too. We live in a Republic!"
"Maybe it was made during the Empire's rule. It is pretty old," Han suggested.
"That's no excuse."
"Okay," Han said, afraid that if he continued his argument Leia would have another hormone-enhanced fit. Appeasement was the answer.
Turning her gaze away from the woman, Leia looked at Indiana, and then at Han, then back at Indiana, whose build showed majestically through his strategically opened shirt.
"You know, Han, Indiana really has a nice chest," Leia said aloud, grinning as she anticipated her husband's response. She was in an especially sadistic mood.
"What, and I don't?" Han asked defensively.
"What, are you jealous?" Leia teased. "He is more muscular than you are…I must say he looks pretty good."
Han fumed silently, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked angrily in the other direction. He had agreed to see the movie, knowing that Leia would tease him, but he didn't think she was going to be this annoying. What was it, "make fun of Han day?"
"Well, some of us have better things to do than work out all day," he sniffed.
"You could work out a little more, though. You would look good with a little more definition, just look at him!"
"My 'definition' is just fine, thank you," he replied.
Leia was now getting tired of teasing him, and she put her hand on his shoulder as a sort of peace offering. "Don't worry, Han, I was just kidding. Your build is perfect."
Han looked away, unimpressed with her attempts at comforting him. Instead of trying to plead more, Leia turned his face back toward her and kissed him.
"If you don't know by now that I think everything about you is perfect, you'll never know. You need to stop taking things I say so personally," Leia said.
Han rolled his eyes. "Or you can stop making fun of me."
"But there's so much to work with!" Leia argued.
"I don't need to take this."
"I'm sorry, Han, let's just finish watching the film. It's getting to a really good part!"
Indiana and his companions were now moving through a temple similar to the ride in Corellia Land. They met up with a crazy clan of people who wanted to sacrifice them, and narrowly made an escape.
"I wish our lives were this exciting," Leia stated, leaning against Han, as his frustration had faded.
"Are you serious?" he asked, amazed that those words could ever come out of the mouth of one of the Alliance's leaders. "What about the war? Or did I marry the wrong Leia by mistake?"
She laughed. "I'm pretty sure you married the right Leia, but I don't know, maybe we could go on a peace mission sometime. Or maybe I could become an ambassador and we could travel all the time…on the Falcon, of course. We could bring the kids with us, too. It would be much more exciting than just arguing in the Senate all day."
"You know what, Leia? That actually sounds pretty good to me. I mean, I'm sure by the time that happened the adoption agency would be pretty much under control, and I could just com in any major decisions that I had to make."
"It's a plan, then?"
"Sure. Eventually, that is."
As the movie ended, Leia stood up and extended her hand to help Han up off the couch. Gripping his hand in her own, she led him into their bedroom.
"Now, Han, I can show you how much I love your body the way it is."
