Disclaimer: George's universe, I just play here.
Characters: Leia Organa / Han Solo
Rated: K
Genre: Romance
Nothing had changed. But now, everything was different. She had found an anchor, a refuge in his arms.
In the hazy glow of the early Bakura morning, her body seemed to sigh.
Legs still entwined, his arm across her hips, clothing strewn around them.
Her mind, still reeling from the battle won days ago, now happily recalling the finer details of last night.
A large calloused hand moved warmly up her back, interrupting her reverie, scooping gently under her shoulder, drawing her to him.
As she buried her face into his chest, she let him pull her towards sleep again.
Kissing the top of her head, he breathed softy, quietly, into her hair.
Before sleep could claim her completely, he hugged her gently, murmuring the same sentiment he had the night before. She knew enough native Corellian to understand the depth of those words.
"Min Larel." He breathed again, and with that, she closed her eyes.
