This was a response to a 'Cake' challenge at another site. I have added a few little sentences.
Wedding Cake Blues
"Stand up and give your bride a big kiss and hand feed Leia the first bite of that fancy wedding cake, Solo," Lando ordered, much to the pleasure and applause of all the guests.
Han gave a tired smile, as it had already been a very long day. He was eager to get the dinner and dancing over so he could take Leia home and show her just how much he loved her - his bride, Leia Organa-Solo. It still didn't seem quite real she had actually married him, a former smuggler and a homeless kid from the streets of Corellia. But somehow, she'd said 'yes' and they were now Husband and Wife, which the huge, over-the-top blue and white wedding cake declared in glittering, gold letters.
The Corellian took Leia's hand and they walked over to the towering confection of sugar and flour. Han stared at the cake in consternation. "What do I do now?"
"You take that pretty little silver knife and cut a small piece out of the side," Leia quietly explained. "Then you put it on a napkin and then, very carefully, feed me a bite but make sure you don't accidentally get any cake or frosting on my wedding gown."
"And you can't feed it to yourself?"
"Han!" Leia chastised "This is an Alderaanian tradition."
"Fine," Han muttered under his breath as he grabbed the tiny knife, which he promptly dropped on the floor. "Kest."
Both Leia and Han bent over at the same moment to retrieve the object, which resulted in the crown of their heads colliding rather painfully. Han swore loudly, pulling himself up and away from Leia, while Leia, seeing stars in her vision, took an unsteady step toward direction the cake. With her eyes shut, she staggered into the cake table, causing it to tilt toward Han.
During the horrifying seconds that followed, it seemed to everyone in attendance that it occurred in slow motion. As the table tilted, so did the heavy cake, and at first it was just a slow, almost imperceptible slide toward the Groom. Desperate to stop the motion, Han reached toward the bottom edge of the table, but it was too late. The beautiful cake swayed ominously, then toppled directly onto his head... smothering his entire body with frosting, berry-bliss cream filling and sweet bread.
For a long moment there was complete silence, until one of the band members decided to blow their horn in three, sad, quivering notes... blap, blaapp, BLAAAPP, followed by a single crack of the drummer's cymbal. The guests started giggling and twittering, then Wes Janson loudly declared this was the BEST entertainment in wedding HISTORY.
Han wiped the goop from his eyes, and found himself staring at a shocked Leia. "Han... I'm so sorry..."
"I was sorta tired of wearing this uniform already," Han said dryly in response.
"Maybe you two could start a new tradition," Luke called out to his sister and brother-in-law. "The groom can't get any cake on the bride, but the bride gets as much cake as possible on the groom."
Leia burst into laughter along with the crowd as Han gave a jaunty wave and took a bow before quickly exiting the dining hall.
"Han," Leia yelled as she entered their shared apartment. "Where are you?"
"In here," a deep voice called out from the 'fresher. "Just steppin' out of the shower."
The Princess smiled as she deliberately hurried inside the unit, arriving just in time to get a pleasant sight of a dripping wet, and very naked Han Solo. "Nice view. I guess that disaster had a good outcome after all, didn't it?"
"Maybe for you," Han groused, taking his time dry off while giving his new bride the full effect of rubbing the towel over his body. "Is the venue cleaned up, or are we gonna have to lose that cleaning deposit?"
"Everything got all tidied up, including the groom, it appears," Leia replied, stepping closer and yanking the towel from Han's grasp. "You should've left some of that frosting on your body... I would have enjoyed licking it off."
"Now she tells me," Han said, sweeping his new bride up in his arms and heading for the bedroom.