"There you are." I looked up from my food and saw Han Solo standing in the doorway. He had horrible bed head, and big dark circles under his eyes. "You know…" He said, staggering towards me as he sat down in the chair next to me. The chair scooted over and ran into mine. He lifted his mouth up to my ear and his warm breath made shivers run up and down my spine. "Normally when people sleep together, they want to wake up next to each other too." He growled in a seductive tone.

"What?" Chewbacca asked, and I blushed as I looked down at my food. "You slept together?"

"Well…Leia had a bad dream."

"And so did Han!" I cut in.

"Hey!"

"You did! And by the way, what were you dreaming of?" I smiled slightly at him, and he grabbed two cups out of the cupboard and poured Caff into both of them.

"I'll tell you in private. Later."

"How about now?" I asked, and he shook his head.

"No. Later. Now shut up Your Highness while I attempt to eat a guilt free meal."

I rolled my eyes as Chewie shoved two huge plates towards us.

"I'm not gonna eat this much." I commented.

"Look, Leia, you're not fat, if that's what you think." I looked at Han with surprised eyes.

Was he being sincere?

"I…I wasn't thinking that. It's just a lot of food."

"Hey, I know what you're talking about, but Chewie has to make a lot of food, considering he eats most of it."

"I understand." I said, and nodded my head.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"Nothing." What is he talking about? Do I really seem like something's going on in my head? I mean, besides my thoughts (including my dreams) being about him 24/7, nothing is going on in my head. I just can't stop thinking about him! Why, I don't know. Ugh, this man…just frustrates me. That's all I can say. But he knows how to make me feel good inside, even if he's not trying to.

"Come on." Han interrupted my thoughts, and then put the mug down onto the table and shoved it towards me. It rattled across the table, and some Caff landed onto the already beat up table. "Come on, Sweetheart. Take the Caff and let's go!" He was getting impatient, I could tell.

I followed him into the cockpit. I sat down in his chair and crossed my legs.

"Out of my seat." Han said, and motioned me out of it.

I rolled my eyes. "No." I smirked.

"What?" He asked, and then set down his Caff. "Get. Out. Of. My. Seat."

"Make me." I said, putting down the Caff next to his and crossing my arms. He smirked at me.

I've got a bad feeling about this…

"Fine then." He gave me a bigger smirk and then I felt his hands around my waist and he pulled me up and out of the seat.

"HAN SOLO!!!" I screamed, and then started to kick him. "PUT ME DOWN!" He brought my face down to his, and my feet barely touched the floor. I finally relaxed in his arms and put my hands together, the backs of them touching his chest. I looked down at them, refusing to look up at his face, but one word made me look up at him.

"Leia…" He whispered, as the way he said my name buzzed in my head. It sounded so innocent and sweet coming from a man like him. His lips are like magnets…I can't…his face grew closer to mine. Or is it my face that's growing closer to his? I moved my face towards his, and he gave me a light peck. I kissed him back, and then we slowly and hungrily kissed each other. I broke away and he wrapped his arms tighter around me. I fell into his arms, and rested my head next to my hands on his chest. I breathed in deeply and smiled. He smelled nice. He smelled like cologne and…him. "Now what was it you wanted to talk about?"

"Nothing anymore." I sighed. "Nothing anymore."