A/N: Leia Organa deserves all the lazy weekends and cuddles. That's it, that's the plot.


Leia came to with an eloquent 'Mhan', followed by an even more inspired 'Mm?'

She blinked with difficulty, fingers rubbing away the crust of her eyelids on instinct. Her senses told her she was lying on something soft, yet her body ached, and the world around her was dark.

No, not dark. Dim. There was a source of light nearby that cast beige silhouettes around the room—around this time, Leia remembered she was in a bedroom, her bedroom, more precisely, in her apartment. And she was waking up, so it had to be morning, but something felt wrong—

She jumped more than sat up, looking wildly around.

'What time is it I'm running late?' she asked in the same breath.

'Kriff, sweetheart, you scared the crap out of me.'

Leia turned towards the voice and had to squint as bright light shone momentarily on her face.

'Sorry, sorry.'

By then, her brain had woken up enough to make out Han as he turned the light of his comlink off and shuffled over to the bed.

'You awake?' he asked, peering closely into her face.

'What does it look like?' Leia answered, her voice coming out thick.

'Yeah, you'd think,' Han muttered cryptically. Catching her expression, he added, 'I thought you'd woken up a bunch of times, but you just rolled over and kept snoring.'

'I don't remember that.' The end of the sentence was taken over by a long yawn. 'And I do not snore.'

'Sorry to offend Your Highness, but you do sometimes.' Han pressed the controls set on their bed's headboard and the blinds opened slowly, letting in the Chandrilan sunshine. Panic rose inside Leia's chest.

'Oh no—I knew it, I overslept! Why didn't you wake me up?'

'Because it's Sunday?'

'It is?' Yes, it is, her brain confirmed, proving it was fully online now. Letting out a sigh of relief, she slouched back into the mattress.

Han nodded, grinning, and got into bed. He was wearing a pair of soft jogger pants and socks but no shirt, like he'd just gotten out of bed.

'You probably don't know this, sweetheart, but there's this thing called the weekend,' he said, rolling onto his side and propping himself up on one elbow to look down at her.

'Really?'

'Oh yeah. It's two days, actually, and people who work weekdays generally have those two days off. Now, you did work yesterday, but that's okay. We can slowly work you up to it.'

Leia chuckled, stifling another yawn with her hand. 'You think that's doable at all?'

'Yeah, definitely. I'm an expert, I have some strategies that might help, make it easier for you.'

'Like what?' she asked. She still had no idea what time it was, but if the stiffness of her body was any indication, she'd slept more than she had in… well, years, probably. She and Han had only moved into their apartment two weeks ago, but it was the first full day off she'd taken in… well, years. Without thinking, she pushed her shoulders back and arched her neck, stretching her muscles. Han's eyes followed the movement, wandering over her chest with appreciation.

'You want a demonstration?' he asked, sliding a hand across her waist and leaning over. He was warm and smelled of aftershave as he kissed her on the mouth, and her body was instantly ready to melt back into the mattress, but a self-conscious instinct kicked in and she gently pushed him back with an apologetic wince.

'I need to brush my teeth.'

'Alright.' Han shrugged lazily. 'I can still do my job.'

His mouth, which smelled like coffee, moved away from her lips and trailed kisses across her throat before sucking gently at the spot where her jaw met her ear.

'You're a man of many talents,' Leia observed, her hand stroking the muscles of his arm while he caressed her ribcage under her shirt. 'I see how I can be persuaded into this "weekend" thing.'

'Told you,' Han said, moving down her neck, his teeth and tongue working at the dips of her clavicle and making her suck in a breath.

Leia closed her eyes and relaxed with a sigh, her hands going around Han's waist and clasping behind his back. Now that her heart rate had gone back to normal levels (although, if Han kept that up, it wouldn't be for long) and she'd remembered her schedule today was completely free, Leia was all too willing to get back that lazy post-sleep lounging stage she'd accidentally skipped over.

'So that's one thing people do on their days off,' Han said, pushing himself back up after a few more kisses. 'But I'm thinkin' I should feed you before we decide on any one activity.'

As if in response, Leia's stomach rumbled loudly under his hand. He raised an eyebrow at her as Leia cracked up.

'Yeah, that's what I was thinkin'.'

'Eating first would be a good idea. I didn't realize I was so hungry, but I definitely am now,' Leia told him, accepting his hand to pull herself into a sitting position. 'You shouldn't have waited for me.'

'Huh?'

'To have breakfast,' she clarified.

Han's confused frown smoothed back again into amusement.

'Oh, Leia… I already had breakfast.'

'Good!'

'And lunch. It's 3pm.'

'What? '

'I was actually coming to check in on you, see if you were breathing.' Han seemed torn between laughing and fearing what she would do to him if he laughed at her distress. He said his next words carefully, as if talking to a recently comatose patient. 'You've been asleep for like fifteen hours.'

'Oh my goodness.'

Leia covered her face with her hands in embarrassment and Han pulled her into his chest, finally allowing himself a full laugh that was too contagious to resist.

'I'm sorry I missed our first proper Sunday!' she exclaimed once she'd managed to stop shaking, grabbing his face in her hands.

'What're you sorry for?' He turned his head and pressed a kiss into one of her palms. 'Sweetheart, you've been livin' on five hours' sleep for the past four years. If you wanna sleep fifteen hours every weekend for the rest of your life, I'm happy to bring you breakfast in bed when you're up.'

A rush of emotion tightened the inside of Leia's throat so she could only nod her thanks. A lifetime of waking up safe and sound next to the person she loved? It was more than she'd thought possible, once. More than she deserved, probably. And everything she wanted.

'Well, lunch at this rate, huh? What do you say?' Han rubbed her back one last time before jumping out of bed. He spun around and pointed at her, his face lighting up. 'No, I know! Mix of breakfast and lunch—a blunch!'

'Blunch?' Leia frowned as she found her slippers on the floor and put them on. 'You mean brunch?'

'No, I mean blunch. Gonna be our thing,' Han said, so earnestly she didn't have the heart to laugh. She did love him, a lot.

'Honey, I'm really sorry to disappoint you but… brunch is already a thing.'