Perchance to Dream

by knitzkampf

A series of unconnected scenes which take place at the close of day, or perhaps the close of something. Spans the time frame of the OT and and anything beyond ROTJ is AU. Rating may change. Written under the pen name taffywars on AO3

28. Chapter 28

Even in sleep she reached for something.

Him?

The stars, more likely.

Her slender arm draped past her hip, the fingers curled over the edge of the cot.

Han kneeled, cupped his palm inches under hers, and it looked like he was the one who buoyed her hand.

An illusion, of the eye. A trick of the mind.

She reached. For cures, ends. For great things.

Would that she reached for him. To hold his hand, feel the roughness of his skin, and derive pleasure from it.

Han sneaked, he stole.

Reach, Princess, he thought. You might just touch me.