She had just gotten herself comfortable in the strange bunk, pillows tucked just so and blankets adjusted right for the temperature of the ship, blessedly warmer than Hoth but still cool in the void of space. There were numerous blankets to choose from, and she'd layered several of them into a warm, snug place to sleep. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this warm.
But that plan was interrupted by the whoosh of the cabin door flying open, startling her even deeper into the bedding, tucking her bare arms under the blankets quickly, but not quick enough to escape Han's notice.
He stopped just far enough inside the doorway for it to close behind him, then frowned. "Is there a reason you're naked in my bed? With all of my blankets?"
She blushed but met his gaze steadily. "You told me to take your bed. And the only clothing I have is that blasted snowsuit, which I cannot wear constantly. It's in the auto valet overnight."
With a grunt, he crossed the cabin and began to rummage in one of the drawers. As he turned back to her, he held up a mass of light blue fabric.
"How bout you trade me one of those blankets for a t-shirt to sleep in so I don't freeze to death?"
Carefully, she extended one arm from the nest of blanketing. "Deal. But just one."
He frowned, until she laughed, and then gave her a surprised smile.
"I'll see what else I got here that might work for you so you're not stuck in that snowsuit the whole way to Bespin. My shirts are probably dresses on you anyway."
"Thanks." It took minimal maneuvering to pull his shirt over her head and down to cover herself without exposing any skin. Only then did she shift the mass of bedding. "Which blanket did you want?"
He came closer to the bed, seeming wary, but staring down at the bed. "Where's the brown one? It's kinda ugly but real soft."
"Oh I've got that…" she pulled back the layers, until she realized it was the bottom blanket she'd been snuggled into. As she struggled to extricate it, he held out his hand out to still hers.
"Nah, it's ok, I'll just take this one." He snagged the corner of a multicolored quilt, tugging it gently. Once she saw his aim, she helped shift the multitude of fabric away, until it pulled free.
Han swirled the blanket around his shoulders like a cape, and gave her a goofy smile. "I'll be in the crew cabin with Chewie if you need anything. There's a ship's alarm set for 0400, so don't worry if you hear it. Me or Chewie'll get up and run the scans."
"Okay. Good night, Han."
"G'night, Princess." When he said it that way, as if he was already half asleep, it almost sounded like an endearment and not a taunt.
She rolled that thought around in her head as she settled in to his bed and tried to fall asleep. It was warm and cozy and smelled like him, and for the first night in a very long time, sleep came easily.