Darkness was prevalent, though stark moonlight shone through the small windows of the hut providing a little relief. The air was heavy with the heat of the desert, not quite able to lift, even in the night.

Though he was sound asleep, comfort seemed illusive to her.

Sighing, she shifted a little but the – the – log lying next to her didn't even stir.

So she sighed a little louder, and wiggled a little more and his arm, which felt like an iron chain, pulled snug around her waist pressing her back into his chest.

It wasn't that he didn't have a nice chest – he had a very nice chest. In fact, she was quite happy with all the parts of his body, but she was just tired, and she couldn't fall asleep, and she was really... tired.

She sighed again.

"What is it?" His voice was a little rough and husky from sleep and it almost startled her in the dark. Now she felt bad for waking him.

Ah well.

"Move over." She tried to sound annoyed, but his fingers were skimming little circles over her stomach and it tickled. "Stop..." Smiling, she nearly laughed, but managed to contain it. She squeezed his hand once then made an effort to get comfortable again.

Lifting his arm, he scooted back away from her a bit. "Sorry, love."

Love.

Much to her chagrin, she melted just a little every time he called her that in his soft accent. She was so unused to the endearment, but she imagined even years from now it would still have the same affect on her.

"It's alright," she said softly. "It's just so warm."

"There's not much room for me to move," he said, a tinge of regret in his tone. "And there's not much I can do about the heat. The 'warm' season is almost over, at least."

He scooted again and the blanket fell down around her hips. Maybe it was her imagination, but she swore she felt a blissful hint of cooler air.

But she felt silly for complaining, and after a few long minutes she found herself missing his touch. Turning to her other side, she faced him in the dim light. "I'm not – I'm just not used to sleeping with someone every night."

"Honeymoon's over, hm?" he smiled.

She laughed softly. "I just need a - tiny - bit of space. I promise, there's nowhere else I'd rather be. Of course, had I known..." she started, teasing him.

"Hm?"

"I was under the impression Jedi didn't like to cuddle."

"Ha," he scoffed with a grin. "I don't know where you could've picked up such nonsense."

"Righttt..." she laughed.

"Anyway," his voice was suddenly softer, slower, and it gave her pause. "There are no – "

She pressed her fingers to his lips. Of all the stupid things to bring up...

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

He shook his head, and the corner of his mouth lifted in a half smile telling her it was alright. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Good." He gave her a full smile then and before she knew, his arm shot out to wrap around her waist and he was dragging her back against his body. "Now, come here. I've got a lifetime of cuddling to make up."

Groaning, she struggled half heartedly against him, but it was no use and soon they were laughing together.

In the end, he fell asleep again with his hand resting gently at her waist and she couldn't imagine anything better than this.

Just a little fluff for a Saturday morning (it's still morning here!) :D This was not the chapter I had originally planned next, but this would not leave me alone so it had to be let out. 'That night on Alderaan' coming soon... Please leave a comment and thanks for reading!