Authors note: Hey guys. I know haven't updated in a long time but it's taken a while for me to come up with how I want the story to flow from there. I'm also really busy with school work so I have to manage writing with that. I won't be updating all week next week because I'll be in Wales but you can expect something in the near future. That being said, here's my next chapter, enjoy!

Leia found Han hours later in the main hold of the Falcon, sat with his knees to his chest on Chewie's massive chair, a soft blanket wrapped around him. She would have gone looking for him much sooner but the doctors had to run more tests on her. She wasn't even allowed to be out of the hospital but she didn't care. She just wanted to see him. To be with him. It hurt so much to look at him and think about all of the pain that she'd caused these past couple of weeks. She felt so guilty. Even though it wasn't her fault, she held herself partly responsible.

She found it so admirable that even after how cold she acted to him, he still had the iron nerve to kidnap her and "make her fall in love with him". It was a huge testament to his love for her. Despite telling him she didn't love him (she actually told him that!) inside she was begging Han to take her away so they could escape everything and live together for the rest of their lives.

"Hey." She said, approaching him.

"Hey." He replied, shifting to an upright position and looking up at her. "How are you, did the hospital discharge you?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." She lied, sitting next to him. He wraps the blanket and his arms over her and they sit there for a moment, enjoying each other's company.

"Han," Leia said, breaking the silence. "You do know that I love you, right?"

"Of course." He whispered, planting a kiss on her cheek.

"So, you won't leave me?"

"No. Never."

She turned around and kissed him hard on the mouth. An apologetic kiss that said a thousand words. Without having to think, they wrapped their arms around each other, their kiss healing all of the pain they had endured the past couple of weeks. Leia broke the kiss to plant smaller ones down his neck while hands started rubbing Han's lower back.

"Whoa, are you sure that you're well enough for that?" He asked, concerned.

"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't." She said, smiling mischievously and taking his hand to lead him back to his cabin.

Han was in the kitchen, thinking of what breakfast he should cook him and Leia, when Luke appeared unexpectedly.

"Where is she?" he demanded.

"Who?" Han turned around and asked, not bothering to say hello because he knew the gesture would go unnoticed.

"Where's Leia?" Luke said.

"She's here, she's asleep."

"I thought she'd be here. Wasn't enough that you kidnapped her from her home but now you had to take her out of the hospital too."

"No I didn't. Leia told me they discharged her?"

"Why would they discharge her? She's been drugged for months and then fainted."

Han thought for a moment.

"Why would you—you know what, never mind, I'm not in the mood to argue with you. I'm just here to take Leia back to the hospital and get out of your way."

Han thought this was as good a moment as any to ask Luke what he wanted to. "Luke, why are you being like this?"

"Why do you think? You kidnapped Leia, my twin sister, the only family I have left and you took some place against her will? Didn't you hear her? She doesn't love you and she doesn't want to marry you. And you still took her. My sister."

Han remained silent.

"Though I wouldn't expect you to understand what family means. You never had one."

Han looked up at Luke, stunned.

"Get off my ship."

"Not without my sister."

"Get the fuck off my ship Luke!"

Luke takes a step towards him, "Make me."

Without thinking, Han balls his fist and punches Luke straight in the face. Luke wails in pain, for Han's fist made direct contact with his nose, breaking it in two places and causing a gush of blood to pour itself down Luke's face. Luke was shocked and the shock only added to the pain. For some reason, he hadn't been able to anticipate the attack.

"Now get the fuck off my ship Luke!" Han says, pushing a weak and teary Luke down the Falcon's entrance ramp, locking it behind him and deleting Luke's hand print from the Falcon's memory so he'd never be allowed access. Han's head was reeling with explanations about what just happened, but he didn't want to comprehend any of them.

Leia had been awake listening Han and Luke's conversation. Frankly, she was disgusted at Luke's behaviour. He treated her like a baby. As she heard Han's footstep get closer to the door, she quickly dashed back into bed and pretended to be asleep.

Han entered the room and stood by the door for a moment. "How much did you hear?"

"All of it." She said, from under the covers. Resurfacing, she pushed the hair out of her face and look at him glumly. "He had no right to talk to you like that, Han."

Still at the door, "Did he?"

"No!" As she talks, Han approaches and sits down her the bed next to her. "Everything he said was cruel, you didn't deserve it."

"Were you discharged from the hospital yesterday?"

Leia pauses, not knowing what to say, "Ummmm..."

"I can't believe you. You could be really sick right now; you could faint again at time minute. After breakfast, I'm taking you back to the hospital. Why would you do something like that?"

She leans in, seductively, whispering, "I thought I made it clear why." And she kisses him, slipping her tongue into his mouth and pulling him to lie on top of her on the bed. He breaks the kiss to nuzzle her neck and collarbones, kissing her breasts under her nightshirt.

"No..." he whispered weakly, her hands in hair hypnotising him.

"No?"

"No." He confirms and lifts himself off her with all the power that he can, despite the fact that his desire for her was great.

"What's wrong?" she asks.

"I can't. You should be in the hospital right now."

"Oh, Han, come on."

"No, you could be putting your health at risk; one of us has to be responsible."

"Well, I'd say not taking care of your girlfriend's needs is pretty irresponsible of you." She said, smiling naughtily at him.

"Leia... Stop it."

But Leia wasn't listening. Instead she proceeded in taking off her nightshirt and knickers. Han's blood pressure increased tenfold at the sight of Leia, his beautiful Leia lying completely naked on his bed, beckoning for him. It was a dream come true.

"Don't you wanna join me?" She asked, even though it was rhetorical.

"I..., I um..." taking another moment to drink in the sight of her. "Oh, what the hell." He said, bending over her and kissing her long and hard.

"You're a very bad girl." He whispered against her lips.

"I know."