haveyourmoments | (no subject)

Every day I wake up in my palatial bed with a renewed sense of regret, wishing that there had been any other way to save Alderaan other than agreeing to marry Isolder, my now husband, the Prince of Hapan. There’s nothing wrong with him, exactly, he’s polite and proper and beautiful, of course, with his long blonde hair and blue-gray eyes. He’s kind, and patient with me and never fails to forgive my temper, but somehow that oboe makes it worse, makes me feel like an unruly child instead of his wife, his equal.

He tells me that he’s selected a new pilot for my flagship, that this stranger will be my bodyguard as well due to the ongoing threats in my life and I do my best not to sulk, knowing I’m capable of taking care of myself, but instead nodding and accepting his unassuming kiss on my cheek.

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haveyourmoments

“Okay,” I say softly, reaching up to cup his cheek. “Will you kiss me?”

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going_solo

"Every day, forever," I say, leaning in to kiss her tenderly.

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haveyourmoments

“Forever?” I ask, smiling against his lips. “I like the sound of that.”

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going_solo

"If you'll have me," I smile back.

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haveyourmoments

“Of course,” I say, moving to rest my head on his shoulder. “Forever.”

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going_solo

I hug her as tightly as I dare, kissing the parting of her hair once more.

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haveyourmoments

I let myself fall asleep in his arms, feeling such gratitude for his good heart.

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going_solo

It's hot, it's cold, I'm clammy, and I can't sleep with the pain radiating down my arm as I take my break from steering the ship.

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haveyourmoments

I come back from the mess area carrying Han’s favorite tea, hoping that it might make him feel better. I set it down next to his bunk, kneeling next to him, resting my palm on his forehead.

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going_solo

I wave away the tea and try to turn away from Leia, not wanting her to get sick with whatever ails me.

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“Han, don’t be like that,” I scold gently, taking the cool towel I brought and placing it on the back of his neck. “I’m more stubborn than you, and I’m not going anywhere.”

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going_solo

"I don't want you to get sick," I say, closing my eyes and covering my lids with my forearm from the light.

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“You had the flu the first time we slept together,” I murmur teasingly, reaching over him to dim the lights. “I’m staying here,” I tell him, punctuating my words with a kiss to his shoulder blade, wrapping my arms around him from behind.

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going_solo

"Does that mean we can sleep together, this time?" I start to ask before there's a shooting pain in my arm and I cry out.

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I blush, starting to stammer out an answer, but then he’s in intense pain and I’m terrified. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

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going_solo

"It's like it's on fire," I say breathlessly, the wave passing. "Can you look at it?"

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haveyourmoments

I nod, carefully helping tug his shirt off over his head and I see the wound immediately, an angry red, his arm swollen almost beyond belief. “Han, why didn’t you tell meabout this?”

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going_solo

"I just thought it was a flesh wound," I say, trying to look.

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“It’s bad,” I murmur guiltily, wondering how in the hell he thinks I’m worth all this trouble. “Do you have a first aid kit?”

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going_solo

“There’s one, somewhere, in a supply hold,” I say, before laying down again. “I really just want to sleep, though.”

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haveyourmoments

“I’ll ask Chewie,” I say, concerned that he needs more medical care than I can provide. I’m terrified of the idea of having to land.

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going_solo

“Mmkay,” I say, and with the break in the shooting pain I start to doze.

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haveyourmoments

Eventually I return with the kit, thankful that he has both medication for an infection and for his pain. I gently stroke his hair, looking at him, waiting for him to open his eyes. “I’ve gotta give you a shot, baby.”