Disclaimer: George's universe, I just play here.
Characters:Leia Organa-Solo / Han Solo
Rated:K
Genre: Everyday
Sitting with her legs dangling over the edge, she watched him root around the compartment below her.
"It's really not important."
A small thud followed by a muffled curse answered back.
"Honestly, I can get another one."
A grumble she couldn't discern rumbled from under her.
"What?"
Suddenly his face was below her, covered in grime, annoyed.
"You know," he said, slowly wrapping large hands around her ankles, "this may come as a shock, but before you started storing all your stuff in here, it was actually rather organized."
Unable to hide her smile now, she laughed quietly, shaking her head.
"You only have to put up with it for a few more weeks, the renovations wont last too much longer."
"Why are we renovating again? I can never remember."
"The kitchen is unusable."
He raised his eyebrows at her. "And how would you know that?"
"The Caf machine is always broken..."
