Based on Doin' What She Likes by Blake Shelton

There was a knock at the door of Leia's new high-rise apartment on Corosaunt. Pausing the holo she was watching about a Gungan detective (yes, even she was wondering why she was watching such an absurd program), she walked to the door. When she opened it, her devilishly handsome fiancé stood there with his hands behind his back.

Han Solo smirked down at her before revealing what he had. "I brought your favorite," he stated while holding up a to-go bag.

Leia returned the smile. "Stir-fried nerf meat with yot beans?"

He nodded and handed her the bag. "Why you enjoy that particular combonation, I don't know, but…" He kissed her gently on the lips.

She walked into the kitchen, turning off the holo on the way, and began to put the food on the table. "I do enjoy your cooking, Han, but you just can't cook yot beans." He grumbled something about them being less than tasty. "What was that?" Leia called, knowing full well what he said.

"Nothing, your Worship." She smiled lightly at him when he went to the liquor cabinet. She not-so-subtly admired his form when he leaned over to get the alcohol. He caught her looking when he stood up. "Later," he winked.

Leia was seated at the table when Han finished mixing up their drinks. She took a sip. "Mmm, this is the good stuff."

Han sat across from her. "Yeah, the kind that makes you a little…well." He gave her his signature crooked smile that always made her feel a very strong pull in her lower stomach.

They finished dinner and while Leia was still very much aware of everything, there was still a warmth left by the wine. The cleaned up, accidental arms brushing only made her warmer. When the last plate was put away, Han pulled her hips to his.

Gently, he kissed her hairline, something that tended to make her legs very weak. He continued putting sweet kisses all over her face and reached her ear.

"You know, I really like those pants on you."

She smiled because he said it every time she wore them. "You know why I like them?" she asked him.

"Hmm?" He looked down at her while licking his lips.

"Because they are very easy to get off." And with that, she ran off to their bedroom, Han hot on her heels.

He caught her before she could get to the bed and pulled her close, properly kissing her. She moaned appreciatively at his advance. His hands moved to her head but found her hair still wrapped up from the day. He groaned slightly.

Backing away, he spun her around and started feeling for the pins keeping her hair in place. Before long, and after what was a gentle head massage for Leia, all the pins were out and placed on the dresser. Han gently combed her long hair with his fingers and Leia just enjoyed the feeling of it.

"Have you been using a new shampoo?" he asked as he got a whiff of her hair.

"No, why?"

"Your hair smells like bristlemelon."

"Oh! I put scentors in the room to make it smell like bristlemelon."

"Huh. I'll have to remember you like this scent then."

She smiled.

He leaned in to her ear again and whispered, "I love your hair. No matter how is smells." He spun her back around and kissed her, this time wrapping one arm around her waist and tangling his fingers in her hair at the base of her neck.

He lifted her up and placed her on the bed. "Even when it smells like grease and fuel?" she teased.

"Oh, especially then," he smiled. Again, he leaned to kiss her passionately.

She had one leg wrapped around his and her hand and head on his chest. His hands drew patterns on her back while his steady breath comforted her, reminding her she was home.

"What are you humming?" Leia asked when she heard the tune escaping his nose.

"Oh, it's just an old Corellian song."

"Sing it for me."

Han looked at her with a confused face. "Why in the name of anything would you want me to sing you an ancient lullaby?"

She grinned up at him. "You have a nice voice."

He straightened himself up. "Alright.

Lavenders blue, lavenders green,
When I am king, you shall be queen.
Lavenders green, lavenders blue,
You must love me for I love you."

Han looked down at Leia, who had begun to doze off. He pulled her closer and continued humming until he too fell asleep.

The next morning, Leia woke to a snoring Han. He had managed to get himself tangled up with his face smooshed against his arm. She had never seen him in this position and it wasn't one of his more flattering moments but it made her giggle.

Han snorted and shifted, mumbling, "I am the mynock king." Unable to control herself, Leia burst out laughing. She sat up just to double over, holding her sides.

Han suddenly woke up and looked around wildly. Seeing Leia convulsing from laughter, he asked, "What's so funny?"

"You…said you…were…the…my…" she gasped out between laughs.

"What?" He still didn't understand. He hadn't said anything.

Leia gently wiped her eye wear she could feel them beginning to water. She began to control her laughs. "You said you were the mynock king." She erupted into renewed laughter.

He pointed to himself questioningly. "Me?" All she could do was nod. Han smiled. Her laughter was sometimes so rare, especially the uncontrollable kind. Even if he made a fool of himself, like naming himself the king of the mynocks, her laughter was worth it.

HE gently tackled her back down to the bed. "I guess that makes you the mynock queen." Her wide smiled was still plastered on her face. She leaned up to kiss him and he returned the gesture. Eventually they broke apart, their smiles unmovable.

"Don't you have to go help Chewie fix the latest mishap on the Falcon?"

"Not anymore." He started to kiss her neck.

"Won't he be mad?"

"He can calm his hairy ass."

"Aren't you the one who says you shouldn't upset a Wookie?"

"I'm his best friend. He wouldn't hurt me. Much."

"Well as long as he doesn't mangle your face."

He looked down at her teasing face. "Is that all you love me for?" he smirked.

"Well," she said while running her leg up his, "there are some other things I love about you. I like what you do for me. And to me."

"Gods, I like doing what you like."