LXI. Kiss.

It was just a kiss. A single, meaningless gesture. So why can't she think straight anymore?

It's what he wanted, she thinks bitterly. To hook her in, then leave her hanging. Force knows, he has the talent. But she's spent too long building immunity to his charms to be broken by a pair of gentle lips.

Finally, she takes matters into her own hands. After all, the best defense is a strong offense. The next time she sees him, she kisses him so hard that he stumbles back into the wall, then leaves him breathless and alone in the hallway.

LXII. Hug.

"I think that means he likes you."

Han looked down uneasily at the happy, gibbering ball of fur wrapped firmly around his leg. "Since you seem to be an expert," he said, with a touch of exasperation, "How do I tell him 'no'?"

Leia raised an eyebrow. "Why would you want to do that?"

"Because between you and Chewie, there's already enough hair on my ship."

She decided to ignore his comment. "You should be thankful. They could be eating you, instead."

"I'm not so sure it isn't."

Leia sighed. "Only you would need to be saved from a hug."

LXIII. Smile.

"What's so amusing?" Wedge just shook his head and ducked out of the corridor. Leia looked after him, suspicious. There was a troubling amount of secretive smiles going around the base today.

They were all different, these knowing grins. Luke's was bright, Janson's mischievous, and Han's- well, like al his smiles, so cocky she wanted to knock it off his face with the back of her hand.

She entered her office to a shower of confetti and cries of "Happy Birthday!"

She looked at the beaming faces, and didn't have the heart to tell them they were a week late.

LXIV. Frown.

"Would it kill you to smile now and then?"

Leia ducked behind a wall as a blaster bolt whizzed over her head. "Actually, yes. Now shut up and shoot."

Han fired casually, eliminating another enemy. "Touché."

Leia noticed an opportunity to quickly end the battle. All she had to do was fire first.

"Really, Princess. Your's is so cute."

Leia faltered. Her shot was a second too late, and the enemy bolt hit her side.

Luke hooted. "We win!"

Leia cursed vehemently.

"Relax, Sweetheart. It's only a game."

Removing her simulator helmet, Leia shook her head sadly. "No, it's not."

LXV. Laugh.

For such a funny man, he doesn't laugh much. So she almost forgives him when he breaks into laughter, out of pure surprise.

Almost.

"It's not funny," she says defensively, struggling to maintain some dignity as she attempts to disentangle her hair from the distraught little bird who mistook it for a nest.

At this, he just laughs harder. His loud, booming baritone makes the corners of her mouth twitch. The bird continues to squawk frantically, and she is painfully aware of how ridiculous she must look.

But there's something in the brightness of Han's eyes that makes it alright.