A/N: Thank you all for your very kind reviews. I've been thoroughly enjoying writing this story. This next chapter is sort of filler before what I believe will be my next and final chapter of this story. Enjoy :)

Leia held her breath as they stepped into the cockpit of the rented ship. Everything in here was different from the Falcon. From the various buttons that she still didn't know what they meant, to the smell of the ship. Where the Falcon was home to the pair, this new ship was well, new. But Leia refused to view this as a negative sign. She was determined to make this trip special, and when Leia was determined, she usually got her way.

Cautiously, she shifted her eyes to look at Han. She tried to gage his reaction, but he remained silent and emotionless. Leia watched as he made his way to the dashboard and started fiddling with the controls.

"Hmm," Han let out numerous grunts and sounds.

"Han?" Leia placed her hand on his shoulder.

He stopped what he was doing for a moment before continuing.

He spoke as though ignoring her previous calling. "Sweetheart," Leia noted the calmness of his voice, but waited anxiously for him to continue. "I need to know the coordinates for this place so we can get a move on."

It took her momentarily off guard, but once she realized what he was saying, she got her bearings, and went over to plug in the coordinates.

"I'll type these even, Han, and then you can get us into hyperspace, while I go check everything out." She went to walk away, but he caught her.

She turned around and was alarmed to see how smug he looked.

She questioned him, "What's the matter?"

Now, he tried to keep his expression straight. "The ship's not working."

"Excuse me?"

"The ship, it's not working."

She was aggravated, more at the ship than anything else, but she chose to take it out on him.

"Can you maybe try not to look so gleeful about this? What did you do?"

The smirk disappeared as he recognized the accusatory glint in her eyes.

"What did I do, sweetheart? I didn't do nothing. The only time I've ever spent in here has been under your supervision, and as I'm sure you've seen, nothing happened."

"You must have done something, Han. You're just doing this so we can take the Falcon."

"While, I certainly didn't do anything of the sorts, you seem to be on the right track. Maybe we should take the Falcon."

"Mmmhmm. That's nice, Han, real nice."

"And what does that mmhmm mean exactly, Princess?"

Now she was in trouble. He only ever called her Princess when he was on a tear.

"You can never let anyone else take control and-"

"I can't let anyone else take control? Me? That's rich, Princess. Miss Queen of Control."

"Why you insufferable bantha turd!"

At this outburst, they both stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter.

Through fits of the giggles, Han spoke out, "What did you just call me?"

Despite trying to control her own laughter, Leia attempted to look indignant.

"I believe it was 'bantha turd.'"

"Ok then. This bantha turd is gonna sit back and allow his wife to try her hand at flying this ship."

"Fine." Both were too stubborn to back down from a challenge, particularly from the other, so Leia lifted her chin and made her way to the dashboard.

Fiddling with the various controls, Leia found herself stumped. On her best day, she could maneuver the Falcon's controls on a beginner's level, but this was something different altogether.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes for a moment, psyching herself up. She opened her eyes and analyzed the controls in front of her.

"This one?" She pointed to a button in front of her.

"Yes."

She pressed it, found that she could now recognize the buttons that meant take-off and put everything in order. Never one to admit outright defeat, Leia calmly backed away, turned around and swaggered out of the cockpit.

"Han?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Get the bags Flyboy. We're going to the Falcon."

He smirked.

Not an hour later, the pair were back on the Falcon and flying seamlessly through hyperspace. For the first time she had ever been acquainted with the damn ship, it had worked on command.

Figures.

Leia was sitting in their cabin under the pretense of organizing, but really fidgeting. She was nervous.

In just a few hours time, they would be laying on the beach under a glorious setting sun surrounded by the ocean. She could barely breathe from excitement, yet her final present for Han loomed at the back of her mind.

She had spent weeks and weeks trying to figure out an idea good enough for him. When she finally did, she spent strenuous days in her attempts to track it down. Now that she found it and had it in her possession, she doubted the legitimacy of it.

Questions ran rampant through her mind, making her sick to her stomach. Would he even like it?

Just as she would assure herself that he would, she would hear his sarcastic tone in her mind, and it made her nervous all over again.

After a few minutes more of contemplation, Han walked into the cabin.

"Sweetheart? Penny for your thoughts?"

She laughed at the clichéd question.

"I just can't wait to get there."

He gave her one of his brilliant smiles and kissed her lips. Suddenly, she didn't feel so nervous anymore. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer.

She whispered in his ear, "It's our anniversary, you know?"

Han's voice was equally raspy. "That it is, sweetheart."

Leia shivered as his voice tickled her throat, and he kissed up her neck.

"I think it's time we continue our celebration."

She couldn't even think of something to say.