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“I guess we’ll have to experiment to see…” I say, kissing down to her belly.

I giggle and squirm, my hands finding their way into his hair. “Han!”

I look up, wide eyed and innocent. "Leia?"

“Don’t act all innocent!” I say, laughing harder as I tug at his hair.

"Well, your hair tugging is definitely not innocent, Princess..." I muse, kissing over her belly button.

“Oh, please, that’s just defense against your tickling!” I can’t help but buck my hips up against him when he moves lower.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," I say, unbuttoning her pants and peeling back her underwear.

We make it back to Alderaan, which is good, because Chewie could use some further medical treatment. I get word that both of my parents are waiting for me at the dock, and so I tell Han.

I’m pretty sure all of the colour drains out of my face at that news, although I feign a smile. “I… look… forward… to meeting them,” I say.

“Are you nervous?” I ask, studying him curiously as I reach for his hand and lace our fingers together.

"I don't get nervous," I say, sheepish, squeezing her fingers.

“Oh,” I say, taking him at his word and assuming he just isn’t interested in meeting my parents. “We don’t, ah, we don’t have to tell them anything.”

"You don't want them to know?" I ask, and I immediately understand. She's embarrassed of me. I would be too.

“What? No, I want them to know!” I say. “I’ve never done this before, so I don’t want to mess it up.”

"I've never done this before, either, Leia," I tell her. "If anyone's going to mess it up, it's me."

“You’re not going to mess anything up, Han,” I tell him, tugging at his hand to pull him closer to me. “I want you.”

“I’m yours, Leia,” I say, kissing the top of her head.

“Promise me you won’t get scared off?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“Promise you’ll still want me even if they hate me?” I answer, leaning into her.

“I will still want you no matter what, Han,” I say, stretching up to kiss him sweetly. “But they won’t hate you.”

“I hope you’re right,” I murmur, kissing her tenderly.

“You’re mine…” I murmur against his lips, holding him close. “No matter what.”

“And you are mine,” I say, squeezing her tight.

“Don’t worry,” I say, stroking his hair for a moment. “They’re gonna love you.”

“We’ll see about that,” I say with a breath of a laugh before pulling back with a smile. “Let’s go?”