Not enough.

Time had slapped him in the face. All at one fleeting moment she was in his arms, first him kissing her and finally her giving him a taste of her own ardent initiation. He had begun the moment and she had continued it; but to Han's bitter frustration, Threepio had ended it.

"Stupid droid," he muttered quietly. Still, Han was in that very same room, berating himself for not having delved deeper into that intimate interval. She had accepted his touch, and it hadn't ceased to amaze the Corellian. His mind zoned out while scanning the stubborn lever that Leia had been unable to fix. Could she really be into me, or did I catch her at a weak moment?

Several hours later – when Han had given up for the night (his body thought it was nighttime) and decided to retire to the master cabin for some shuteye – Leia followed him quietly down the hall. Every step she took worried her; the Falcon'sghastly silence amid the pitched-black cave it had entered could not make her feel more frightened. The sound of her own breathing bothered her, which was why the Princess had chosen to locate the other living human in the ship for company.

Why?

She asked herself this simple question tens of times before reaching the automatic door to the Captain's bedroom. It was just closing when she arrived, and this caused her heart to skip a beat. Why was she so eager to welcome another opportunity for them to argue? Had it not been clear to her in the past day that they naturally quarreled with one another? As Leia's thoughts began to demolish her bravery, she turned and walked away from the now-closed door, chastising herself for allowing that kissto determine her next move. I hate this game we're playing,she realized.

…

Han thrust the bedcovers away from his body. It was freezing inside the ship, of course, but Han didn't care. He'd lost all common sense.

I'm not enough for her.

The man shivered like crazy; he hid his hands in the sleeves of his nightclothes, ever still feeling the numbness of his exposed feet. All he could think of was his failure with her,and how foolishly he'd spouted sour speech at her.

Fortunately, however, the ex-smuggler was not the only person to have been transformed by the series of events. Leia's voice called to him through the metal door, and Han marveled at how calm she sounded. "Han… There's something I need to tell you."

"What is it?" the other shouted from inside, his steel-coated words hammering into Leia's startled heart. I altered my route down the hallway, and for this, she admonished herself.

"Can you just open the door?" the woman pressed.

Han couldn't think; inviting the General-Princess into his room on his ship seemed incongruous! What is she thinking?he wondered seriously. The prospect of their situation playing out her way caused his heartbeats to quicken.

"Why can't you just tell me?" Han returned. He hated the accidental harshness of his tone. Leia seemed to find it equally repulsive.

"Never mind. I'm leaving."

As she was speaking, Han slid out of bed and tapped the motion sensor on the door-wall. Instantly it howled open, revealing to Leia a particularly unpleasant-looking Corellian. "Wait," he breathed.

For moments, the Princess could not decide whether to roll her eyes or to gape at him. Han asked her again, "What was it you needed to –"

"Oh – I didn't… There was nothing, it was just an excuse…" Chest heaving in embarrassment, Leia began to turn from the audience of her humiliation. Han, however, caught her right arm before she had escaped. "Hold on."

"I was being ridiculous," relayed the woman. By now her cheeks were flushed. Han let her free.

"Leia… I'm sorry." He held her gaze daringly for a moment, seeking some visual hint of understanding and forgiveness in her dark-brown eyes. "Why don't you come in for a minute; we can talk until you feel tired enough to leave."

Although she stared at him stolidly – tentatively – Leia had secretly forgiven him. But she could never admit it to him. It had been his sincerity of expression that had won her over; and so finally she smiled shyly at his hopeful, hazel eyes, and nodded. "Just for a minute or two."

When at last she had graced Han's master cabin with her presence, Han suddenly felt inclined to act casually about the whole ordeal. "Sit," he beckoned to her. Leia obligingly accepted his offer at the foot of the bed. The Corellian sat at a distance from her, refraining from making himself comfortable for the sake of her own comfort.

"So was the silence really disturbing you?" asked Han gently. His half-grin just faintly shone from the left corner of his mouth.

Leia looked at the ground nervously. "It was stupid of me to bother you."

"It's pretty damned disturbing out there," Han confessed, leaning slightly back against the wall. "Ask Chewie. Most nights I make him play sabacc with me, until I'm about passed out." Humor was present in his voice, and for this Leia was thankful. It made her relax a little.

"This ship must be your home."

The man pondered her observation for a small moment. "Yeah. But it's the kind of home that you'd want to leave once in a while, for vacation. My best memories are of the nights in big cities. Coruscant is a favorite of mine," Han added, the mere recollection softening his tone. This alteration amazed Leia; but she kept quiet, in the hope that he would continue.

She was beginning to find him to be more than just "a transport".

"Rothana is an odd place. Massive industrial plants just stand frozen, since it's been years since they were commissioned to build vehicles for the Clone War."

"I've heard of Rothana," Leia practically whispered, briefly entranced by the history she'd forgotten existed. Han went on about various other planets in the Outer Rim, all of it familiar information to her. At one point she spaced out; her eyes crossed while raptly studying the contours of the Corellian's face. He's older than I'd thought, Leia recognized at one point.

After Han had named a few other planets and their respective tales, Leia felt an aching desire to ask him about her home planet. "Had you ever traveled to Alderaan?"

The Captain grew stiff. "No. The first time I came close was when Luke and Ben Kenobi …you know." Fearful that he had wrapped up their conversation, Han exhaled heavily and shifted positions. His accompaniment remained with her eyes fixated on the floor.

Seconds turned into minutes: there they were, motionless, and yet each of their minds was pregnant with conflicting thoughts.

She's gonna hate me for bringing that up –

Why did I force him to let me in here?

I'm not a part of her Rebel-Alliance clan anymore; that era is over.

I don't understand why I keep hoping that he will change for the better –

Suddenly the two of them were interrupted by a tremor in the ground; it caused them to cling to whatever was sturdy and in arms' reach. As it turned out, Leia's arms extended to grasp Han's own. There was no time for the man to react to her impulse, and so he instead searched his logic for an explanation to the quake. Aren't we on an asteroid large enough to tolerate collisions?

Leia removed herself from Han's embrace as soon as the ground ceased to show any signs of further movement. "I should go and check the scanners," she proposed.

"Let's not worry about it right now," Han replied. "The Falcon'sin a safe place. It could have been a normality –"

"For the ground to shake?"

"Well, I don't know! Am I supposed to make this routine, finding resting-places in the middle of asteroid fields?"

The other sighed. We were beginning to enjoy one another's company,thought Leia sadly. "Fine. I'm going to retire for the night. If we're suddenly exploding, don't tell me I didn't warn you." With no more than a glimpse at Han, Leia tiredly stormed off into the hallway. Han tapped his fingers impatiently in his lap.

I didn't even get a "good-bye".

Probably because I don't deserve one in the first place.