The intercom in Leia Organa's office chirped twice.
"Yes, Winter?"
"Princess, the Bail Organa has just dropped out of hyperspace. It will be in orbit in around an hour."
"Thank you!"
The Princess shut off the comm and hid had been two long months since she had seen him the last time. Two long months.
He was supposed to take a few days off three weeks ago, but things in the outer rim got complicated and he had to cancel it. She could barely believe how seriously Han took the obligations of command. She missed him dearly but at the same time she was so proud she wanted to dance in the streets. He was not only a natural leader like she had always known; he was also a responsible leader.
The next day was the first anniversary of the Battle of Endor and that was why Han had been finally called to Coruscant. This time, he would be the one delivering medals.
Without hesitation, she cancelled her appointments for the rest of the afternoon and quickly classified the reports on her desk in 'urgent' and 'can wait'. She was going through the last one classified as 'urgent' when her comm called again.
"Han!" she exclaimed as the image came to life.
"Hiya, sweetheart," Han Solo greeted, smiling warmly.
"I was just wrapping things up and heading home..." She started.
"Don't run. Look, Karan's baby came earlier... I mean, his wife gave birth earlier than expected, so I'm letting the kid go planetside now... Would you come up here to have dinner with me?"
The princess smiled sweetly. "Sure..."
"Great! The first shuttle will be down in..." He glanced at his chrono, "a little less than two hours. "You think you'll be ready?"
Leia dashed to their apartment, where she had lived mostly alone for the past few months, save a few visit her face in hers from Luke. She took a fresher, changed into something she had bought just the week before - in this little lingerie shop she had discovered - before dressing again, and gathered the few things she needed to spend the night at the Bail Organa. She arrived at the military spaceport just at the same moment the shuttle touched down.
She congratulated Han's second in command and was greeted by the crewmen and women that disembarked with him, to whom she had become a very familiar figure. Before boarding, her fingers traced the blue-over-white name painted on the hull.
Less than half an hour later the shuttle docked in the giant cruiser's bay. A young ensign saluted her martially. "Good afternoon, Ma'm! I have orders to escort you to the Millenium Falcon. "
She dismissed her escort at the bottom of the ramp. The hatch was open and a delicious smell drifted out through it. Leia's mouth watered. It was granalisk, Han's favorite soup that required six hours of slow simmering. She was about to enter the ship when something around the hatch caught her eye.
There were symbols carved around it, colored in transluscent green, one laced with the other like young branches and vines growing one around the other. It was written Shyriiwook, she realized. She racked her head, trying to remember the few lessons taken almost two years ago. If she was not mistaken, there were only three words, repeated time and again around the arch.
So focused was she in the writing that she barely noticed Han climbing the ramp surreptitiously. Suddenly, there were to strong arms around her waist and warm lips kissed her neck from behind.
"Hi, stranger," she greeted.
"Do you let all strangers kiss you neck like this?" Solo asked throatily.
"Some of them," she moaned. "If it's good for diplomacy..."
"Mean woman!" He chastised, tickling her.
The Princess tried to free herself, but Han simply lifted her feet from the plank. "Han, let me down!" She protested. Her heel brushed dangerously against his knee and he gave up, letting her stand again but without loosening his grip on her.
Her gaze turned again to the carving. "What does it mean?"
"This? I thought you could read it..." His hand guided hers over the symbols. "Han... loves..."
"Leia," she finished. "Oh, Godess!" Turning in his arms, she planted a passionate kiss on his lips, gripping his shoulders to pull her closer to him. Kissing on a ramp had its advantages.
"Whoa!" He sighed at last, satisfied.
The Princess chuckled, amused and deeply moved at the same time.
"If we go inside I'll show you my tattoo too..." He suggested wickedly, winking at her.
Leia Organa's eyes rounded. "You didn't..."
"I did," the Corellian affirmed smugly. "Last stop on Corellia," he added. He suddenly felt a slim hand traveling down his back. "Hey, no touching! It still hurts!"
The last Princess of Alderaan laughed and pulled him inside the Millenium Falcon. "Where's Chewie?" She asked breathlessly.
"Visiting his family," Han answered, pulling her shirttails out of her waistband. "You know he doesn't care for these formalities..."
"Hm-hm..." She was too busy undoing his buttons to answer.
"Which reminds me... " Han continued, sliding is hands under her top. "Do you know what day tomorrow is, besides Liberation Day?"
Her fingers stopped what they were doing and she lifted her eyes to him. "I do..." She whispered.
"Have you made up your mind?"
The Princess took a deep breath. "I have..."
Her liquid eyes told him all he needed to know. Slowly, he backed her against the panel and pushed the emergency lock of the Falcon.
They never made it to the Captain's cabin.
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