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“Mostly,” I say, choosing to tease her then before leaning in to kiss her cheek. “Always.”

“Nerfherder,” I murmur, teasing back softly. Still, my blush deepens at his affection, and even more so at his words. “You’ve never kissed me before.”

“I haven’t? I can’t imagine why…”

“I just assumed you didn’t want to,” I confess softly. “But you don’t have to, if you just feel sorry for me.”

“I was respecting your marriage,” I tell her, and then I kiss her cheek again. “And I’m also scared of making you sick.”

I sigh in frustration, because his points are entirely valid, but all I want is to be thoroughly kissed by someone who might actually love me.

She’s frustrated, I can tell, and so I say fuck it and kiss her tenderly anyway.

I make a soft noise of surprise when he finally kisses me, and after a split second of confusion my hand immediately finds its way into his hair, not wanting him to misinterpret my response. I do tear up, though, I can’t help it, because I’ve never been kissed this way, not even close.

I cover her with kisses, leaning into her touch, suddenly not feeling the least bit sick.

His sweet, searching kisses fill me with a happiness I’ve never known. I giggle softly when he kisses a ticklish spot just behind my ear, getting butterflies in my stomach as I shift onto my back and pull him on top of me, trying to give him even better access.

I slide my hand under shirt and caress her breast as I keep kissing her, in awe that this is happening.

I shiver as he touches me, not used to such tenderness, and I stroke his back softly in return. “You really want this - me?”

“More than anything,” I answer. “But only if you want me in return.”

“I do want you, of course I do,” I tell him earnestly, honestly, cupping his face and looking into his eyes, seeing the person who has somehow become my best friend.

“But I don’t want them to hurt you,” I say, and I can’t help it, tears spring into my eyes.

“You’ll take care of me,” I say, confident in that fact, but then I falter, wondering if that’s asking too much. “Or, maybe I can…maybe I can handle going back, now that I know that I’m not so unlovable.”

“But then who will I have?” I ask, and the tears break free.

“I didn’t - I don’t want to leave you!” I say, immediately panicking when he starts to cry. “I’m so sorry, Han, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

I just hug her tightly, so embarrassed and knowing I can’t blame the sickness.

I return the embrace, playing with his hair as I bury my face in his neck, nuzzling him softly. “It’s okay,” I murmur, “I’m here, and we have each other now. We’re okay.”

“We’ll find somewhere to hide from it all,” I murmur.

“I trust you,” I tell him, shifting to kiss his cheek. “You won’t be alone anymore, I promise.”

I lean into her kiss and sigh in relief, feeling a safe sense of protection I haven’t felt, well, ever.

“Just you, me, and the galaxy’s best Wookiee against the universe,” I smile softly, kissing him again, and again. “I’ll take care of you.”

“We’ll take care of each other,” I say decisively.