The party was in full swing. With the Death Star destroyed, everyone on Yavin's rebel base was celebrating that a little group of rebels had the Empire on the run. But reigning hero, Han Solo, wasn't in the partying mood. He was more interested in the spitfire, Alderaanian princess that was decidedly missing from the evening festivities.

Fortunately, it didn't take much searching to find her. Han didn't need to search at all, he merely went back to the Falcon and here she was, unexpectedly curled up in his bunk.

"Couldn't get enough of me, your worship?" he smirked, leaning against the door frame.

Leia sat up, glaring at him. She looked different then the last time he saw her, now with her hair loose and tear tracks on her face. Han crossed his arms and tried to tell himself he didn't care.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Leia snapped, chin tilted defiantly.

"C'mon, don't act like you don't know what you're doing," he crossed the room to lean on the bunkhead, looking down at her, "Sleeping in my bed, wearing my shirt..."

She shoved him away, "I didn't know it was your bunk. I don't have- there isn't a lot of spare room at the base."

Han nodded, he and Chewie had been warned that they didn't have enough bed for all the Rebels, never mind a couple of smugglers. Apparently, they didn't even have room for their princess.

"Well, you're always welcome in my bed, your highnessness," he replied, and began to undress.

"Don't call me that!" she continued to glare, flushing and averting her eyes as he took his shirt off, "What are you doing!?"

"Getting ready for bed," he said, "Lei-a."

He stretched out her name on his tongue.

"The Alliance is is your debt," she said after a moment. She'd moved closer to the wall on the inside of the bunk, knees pulled up to her chest, "They're eternally grateful."

Han slipped into bed next to her, "What about you? Happy I'm back?"

"Well, I'm not unhappy," Leia said, causing Han to grin, laying back on the bed.

Leia rolled over to face the opposite direction and Han moved closer, arm wrapping around her middle, spooning against her. She stilled.

"Go to sleep, sweetheart," he murmured.

She could feel his chin atop her head, tucking her close. As Leia closed her eyes, she let herself replace the image of Alderaan's destruction with the warmth of his closeness, and fell asleep.