Disclaimer: Not mine. Duh
Timeline: In the middle, between ANH and ESB
Why couldn't they be like this all the time, he wondered, sitting around the abandoned conference room with a handful of pilots, watching Leia's fingers trace around the edge of the stack of sabbac cards she was holding.
It was distracting.
Short trimmed nails, ragged across the corners where she had been peeling packing tape off of equipment packing all day, helping him unload the latest supply run, dragged up and down the stack. She didn't seem to notice what she was doing - or how it was affecting him - and laughed freely when Wedge leaned over to jeer at Luke.
Beautiful.
That's what she was, and that was part of the problem.
If she wasn't so annoying interesting and undeniably beautiful, he might stand a better chance.
As it was, he loved her, and that had been the whole problem for a while now.
