a/n: Hello everyone! I'm so sorry for the late update. I was super busy this weekend. Chapter 5 is finally here. Please leave a review if you enjoy it.

He entered her room and immediately noticed her things, all over the place. Judging by her personality, Han had always expected Leia to be extremely neat and organized. This was not the case. Clothes were strewn across the bed that she was not using and her bathroom reminded him of a disaster area. She had to move some cups and a suitcase off of the chair and couch in the room.

"I'm very messy when I'm staying alone," Leia explained. "My rooms on Coruscant were constantly disheveled."

Not only had Leia invited him in, but now she was openly divulging her past. Something had clearly changed on this trip. She sat down almost clumsily on the couch. He raised an eyebrow at her uncharacteristic behavior, but sat down in the plush chair across from her over the small table in between them.

"Wanna play cards?" she asked, nonchalantly.

"Um sure," he said, sitting forward in his seat. She pulled a deck out from under one of the piles of clothes laid on top of a data pad.

"How about Sabaac?" Han suggested, pulling his own deck out of his pocket, always eager to win.

"Nah, I never really got the big deal with that game," she said, shuffling the deck. "How about banjack?" She started sorting the cards for the game she had picked out.

"No, wait," Han said, holding up a hand. "You can't just insult Sabaac and then move on."

"All I'm saying is that I don't understand Sabaac," Leia defended. "I never said I didn't like it."

"I don't understand how you couldn't," Han argued. "It's a simple game of tact and skill."

"Clearly it doesn't take that much skill," she said. "You play it."

He smirked and looked up at her. She was chuckling at herself under her breath. He smiled at her as she dealt the cards and they picked up their respective hands. Leia laid down the first winning hand, and her streak continued for the rest of the game. She ended up winning until the final round.

"Honestly, I'm not even surprised," Han said, throwing down his final, terrible hand. "I've always been terrible at banjack."

"Well, I've always been pretty good," Leia said honestly. "So you never stood a chance."

"No, I didn't," he responded. "Not with you I didn't."

Leia looked up from the cards in her hand. He met her eyes for a minute, but she looked away at the chrono. It was only 2100, as the satellite ran on basic time. Arlan and Sia had done a good job, perhaps too good of a job, planning activities during the day, but terribly at planning events for the evening. After dinner, it seemed like the guests were on their own, which a lot of them probably appreciated, but Leia was starting to resent it. It was letting her get to close to Han.

What was I thinking inviting him in here? She thought. What did I think was going to happen?

He noticed that she had been looking at the chrono for a strange amount of time.

"Don't tell me this is late for you," Han said. "I've seen you pull all-nighters without blinking."

Leia looked back at him. "That's for work," she said. "I'm on vacation." She smiled at her own terrible excuse.

"Look Princess," Han started, kicking his feet up on the small table in front of him. "I'll leave if you want me to, I don't really think you do."

Suddenly the air became charged with a tension that was not unfamiliar to the two rebels. It was the same tension that followed them around the base when they argued or that filled the entire hangar when they battled it out on the Falcon.

"And just what makes you think that, flyboy?" She asked.

"Aw, c'mon," he answered. "We're alone on a foreign planet. It's a wedding, it's romantic. What else are you going to do, besides hang out with me?"

"Maybe I'll go down to the bar and find someone else to 'hang out' with, as you so eloquently put it," she said.

"No, you won't," Han said. "Introducing new people into your life is too much of a liability for you. I should know. I was one of them."

For some reason, this struck a chord with her. "Fine, I've decided that you are too much of a liability," she said with a sarcastic smile. "Get out."

Han stood up. "Woah, woah, Princess, I'm too much of a liability? What about yourself?"

"I account for my own mistakes," she said, standing in attempt to level herself with him.

"Oh well, what about Luke?" Han asked, but immediately regretted it.

"Luke doesn't let childish feelings get in the way of his mission."

Han was stunned for a minute, but didn't take too long to respond. "I hate to break it to you sweetheart, but we're not on a mission."

"That's not what I mean," Leia sighed.

"Then what do you mean?" Han asked, crossing his arms.

"I mean every mission we've been on since you and Luke pulled me out of that cell on the Death Star," Leia said. "I'm not oblivious. I know how you both feel about me."

Han suddenly was very close to her. He spoke quietly and calmly. "You don't know shit, Leia."

She squinted at him and then smirked. "It's funny that you really think I'm that stupid."

"So what?" He asked. "What does it change, if I have feelings for you?"

"It impairs your ability to work," Leia said.

"Well I don't work for the alliance," Han said. "I'm a mercenary at best."

"You have a ship and a title," Leia said. "You work for the alliance. And even if you don't, you work for me."

"Well the kid has a thing for you. Why doesn't he get a spiel?"

"Because despite being younger, Luke is more mature than you," Leia shouted.

"Look, Princess. I don't want to fight, especially about Luke," Han sighed. "We have to spend the rest of the week together."

They both took their seats again, sitting in silence for a few minutes before Han spoke up.

"I honestly don't know why I'm still helping you and your pointless rebellion," Han said, defeated. "You're all ungrateful."

"We're not ungrateful," Leia defended. "We're broke."

Han chuckled at that. "You're also crazy. If high command keeps us on Haituk much longer, the Empire will find us for sure."

"We have somewhere else," she suddenly blurted out, surprising herself. She was trained to resist torture for information, but something about Han Solo tore down the defenses that her training had built. "That's confidential," she continued. "Don't tell anyone."

"Where?" Han asked, now curious.

"The Hoth system," she replied.

"Where?" Han repeated.

"It's a remote Outer Rim system," she explained. "An ice planet."

"From the jungle to an ice planet," he said. "You all sure know how to keep it interesting."

Leia shrugged. She didn't know why she'd just disclosed one of the rebellion's biggest secrets to one of their least trustworthy mercenaries. Her judgement had been impaired from her time off.

Or maybe you just trust him, she told herself.

As if he could hear her thoughts, he spoke up. "I'm not gonna tell anyone, princess. You can trust me."

"Not even Luke," she clarified.

Han nodded. For some reason, he quite liked knowing something that Luke didn't.

Leia cleared her throat. "It's late."

"It's not," Han said, but moved to get up. "But I'll go."

"Well there's only so much we can do in a given time period," Leia said, opening the door that joined their rooms.

Suddenly, Han was very close to her again. "Okay, if you're tired, I'll go, but there's a hell of a lot more that we could be doing this evening."

He winked, and he was gone.

In a situation where she would often find herself rolling her eyes, Leia actually noticed her heart beating faster. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. She took a shower, crawled into bed, and tried not to dream about what Han had told her.