♥ (for han oops)
SEND KISSES !
now, don’t get him wrong –––– han has known a lot of women in his lifetime. this is not a matter of bragging; this is a simple fact. that said...he’s never known a woman QUITE LIKE HER.
she’s as infuriating as she is beautiful, if not more so. maybe that’s why he’s so drawn to her. she doesn’t simper, doesn’t demure. she’s screaming at him more often than she’s smiling, and they’ve spent the MAJORITY of their time on hoth arguing at volumes that have carried well across the base. she drives him crazy, makes him want to tear his hair out or throw something or grab her and kiss her until neither of them remember what it was that set them off.
this is one of those times.
he is, perhaps, far too close to HER WORSHIPFULNESS, invading the princess’ space in an effort to –––– to what ? get through to her ? intimidate her ? breathe in the smell of soap and grease ? ( they all use the same soap, work on the same machinery, yet, somehow, she always seems to smell feminine, despite it all. like he said: she drives him crazy. ) he should back up. give her room to breathe. or he should kiss her. he still hasn’t made up his mind yet.
luckily for him, leia makes it for him.
there’s a muffled little grunt of surprise as her mouth seals over his, but han doesn’t waste time being shocked. eyes slip closed, and one hand comes up to cup the back of her neck, his fingers finding their way into the base of her hair, underneath the crown of a braid she wears. her hair’s still damp, right up next to her scalp, from when she washed it that morning. he’s amazed at the feeling, and at how small her neck feels against the base of his palm. has she always been this tiny ? how had he missed this ? leia is a POWERHOUSE, and he knows this, and, privately, between he and himself alone, he’d never bet against her in any sense of the phrase, but still –––– for a moment, and a moment only, she feels....fragile. her lips part, and he takes advantage, sliding the tip of his tongue against her lower lip. it takes a moment for her to relax, to melt a little bit in his grip, but as soon as she does, as soon as they start moving in tandem, she breaks away from him, and storms off, leaving him feel a bit like he’s been left with whiplash.
there’s a beat. she’s already five feet away.
“ you’re WELCOME ! ” he yells.
