Leia and Han:

I cannot believe Han is gone. I know Lando and Chewie are doing their best to find him, but Boba Fett is near impossible to track. And Luke… well, he's dealing with a hell of a lot right now too, but he's still spear-heading the efforts to find the man he knows I love.

I don't know when he realized it- though it was obviously before I did- but Luke hasn't made any romantic advances towards me since Hoth. I could blame it on the shock he endured from both fighting Vader and losing his hand, but I know better. Luke is so sweet, and he would never try to steal me away from Han… even and especially when he isn't able to take a stand against Luke in response.

And I love Luke too, but I see him as more of a… brother I think, than a lover. And for some reason I cannot understand, that feels right.

Pausing there, I know something else happened in that city in the clouds. I know, because Luke is changed. His Farmboy charm and innocent disposition are gone now. Or perhaps just buried deep down in an effort to protect himself.

Maybe Han can get him to talk… if we ever find him. Luke is much more confident about our chances of success than I am.

I smile warmly despite myself as I think of the time in the Millennium Falcon while we were hiding in the asteroid. Or space slug.

A shudder courses through me at that particular memory, and I make a mental note to not repeat that little adventure.

Of course, it would be a slug in which Han first kissed me. I would never have admitted it before Han was frozen, but his kiss was the sweetest elixir I have ever tasted. He may be a scruffy nerfherder, but his kisses are all angelic, and I ache for more.

And then there was the way his body pressed to mine… I can suddenly feel a remembrance of his warmth, my body responding in kind. My lips tingle, the taste of Han still lingering upon them.

I sigh softly, bringing my mind to other things.

Han is all tough exterior, brought on by an undoubtedly harsh life, but when it comes to his heart, he's a soft touch. Especially with those he calls family. And I love him even more for that, despite the fact that I fought my feelings for him for several years.

He wasn't all that bad. At first, yes: he was insufferable, and self-centered. But though he kept wanting to leave, I knew deep, deep down that it was only to pay off his debts and be a free man. I didn't want him to go, I now realize.

How selfish of me… and now it's caught up with him in the worst way I can imagine. A tear rolls down my cheek, and I pray to whatever deities exist that we find Han before it's too late.

I would give up my title as princess of Alderaan if that's what it took to get Han back. And I know without a doubt that no matter how dire the situation, the first thing I plan to do is convey not in words like in the carbon freezing chamber how I love him… but with a kiss.

Because the first and second time he kissed me will most definitely not be the last, if I have anything to say about it.