𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. besides your usual nightmares, there had been nothing to disturb you from sleep. after all nightmares will always haunt you, no matter what. memories of alderaan, of the war that seemed to drag on for far too long, memories of jabba the hutt, there was plenty of horrors that your conscious could use to make sure you’d lose sleep. there was also the guilt you carried from surviving. you were the last of your home planet, one of the few lucky ones to be off planet. there were others, but all of your friends, all of your family, they had died when the death star had hit. when you saw it right in front of your eyes, but last night.... there had only been sleep. nothing of those, even han seemed to have had a good night. nothing of waking up completely frozen, of you having to coax him back into moving his fingers, into not hyperventilating. it had been a good night by any standards. there had been no calls either. not from either of your comms. there had been eight hours of uninterrupted sleep. but sadly.... now, now it was time to get up and moving. to get to the senate and continue building the new republic.
you’re all tangled up in each other, sheets and limbs not truly separating who you both are. but it’s no matter, the senate awaits. you’re just pealing his arms from your waist, and moving again to take off the sheets you share when you feel him move you against him. he’s strong, you’ll give him that. you end up laying back down next to him, and it’s then that he talks, mumbling something about you staying for five more minutes. and you do curl up against him once more, almost laughing, clearly already smiling, ❝ han, i have to get to the senate building, ❞ and still, you don’t fully move again, not wanting to move him too much.
@starfrckled / plotted starter.
