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@organanation wondered if I had any Han/Leia bed-sharing fics lying around. While I have a “We’re so cold let’s strip each other and have hot sex” PWP and a “While we’re in bed do you wanna get hitched?” ficlet, I didn’t find what she was looking for. So I did a five-minute (that turned into lunch and cooking) ficlet. It doesn’t quite hit the UST spot, so I might have to take another crack at it some other time.
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“No.”
“I’m afraid so, your worship.” Han tried not to grin but it wasn’t a battle he was very invested in winning. “It’s not my fault the main water conduit broke right above your bed.”
“It’s your ship! Shouldn’t you maintain it? A conduit like that should be replaced before it corrodes enough to create a problem like this–but no, not on your junk heap!”
Han glared. “Hey–the Falcon’s got a lot of parsecs on her, but you don’t have to be rude. Besides, I already told you I’m more than happy to share until we get back to base.”
Leia crossed her arms. “No. That’s unacceptable.”
Han shrugged. “Well, you can try to bunk with Chewie, but honestly, he kicks in his sleep.”
Leia said, “The decent thing to do would be to offer to share with Chewbacca yourself and let me have your bunk.”
Chewbacca, who had been silent up to this point, shook his head with an emphatic no.
Han nodded. “I know, I know–but you see how she is!”
Chewbacca shook his head again made a pointed comment.
“No, she does not have a point!”
In the end, of course, it was decided that neither of them could share with Chewbacca because the bed just wasn’t big enough for a full-grown Wookie and anyone else.
Getting ready for bed was by far the most awkward part of the whole affair. There wasn’t much room in the cabin, so every action was an exercise in moving around each other, of containing elbows, of failing not to look–there was nowhere not to look, not really.
And then they settled into bed and maneuvered elbows and heads and limbs–and suddenly they fit, Leia tucked into Han’s side and Han’s arm around her, as if they always slept like this. They both froze in place the moment they realized–but it was so comfortable that neither said anything, afraid that if they spoke out loud they’d end up fighting and have to move to save face.
It didn’t take long for them to fall asleep. They woke more deeply wrapped in each other, and there was a moment when they forgot to be embarrassed, Han tightening his arms around Leia, and Leia resting into his chest.
Leia’s bunk was dry by nightfall and though both of them proclaimed loudly how good it was they wouldn’t have to share another night, they lingered in the corridor for just a few seconds too long before saying goodnight.
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“No.”
“I’m afraid so, your worship.” Han tried not to grin but it wasn’t a battle he was very invested in winning. “It’s not my fault the main water conduit broke right above your bed.”
“It’s your ship! Shouldn’t you maintain it? A conduit like that should be replaced before it corrodes enough to create a problem like this–but no, not on your junk heap!”
Han glared. “Hey–the Falcon’s got a lot of parsecs on her, but you don’t have to be rude. Besides, I already told you I’m more than happy to share until we get back to base.”
Leia crossed her arms. “No. That’s unacceptable.”
Han shrugged. “Well, you can try to bunk with Chewie, but honestly, he kicks in his sleep.”
Leia said, “The decent thing to do would be to offer to share with Chewbacca yourself and let me have your bunk.”
Chewbacca, who had been silent up to this point, shook his head with an emphatic no.
Han nodded. “I know, I know–but you see how she is!”
Chewbacca shook his head again made a pointed comment.
“No, she does not have a point!”
In the end, of course, it was decided that neither of them could share with Chewbacca because the bed just wasn’t big enough for a full-grown Wookie and anyone else.
Getting ready for bed was by far the most awkward part of the whole affair. There wasn’t much room in the cabin, so every action was an exercise in moving around each other, of containing elbows, of failing not to look–there was nowhere not to look, not really.
And then they settled into bed and maneuvered elbows and heads and limbs–and suddenly they fit, Leia tucked into Han’s side and Han’s arm around her, as if they always slept like this. They both froze in place the moment they realized–but it was so comfortable that neither said anything, afraid that if they spoke out loud they’d end up fighting and have to move to save face.
It didn’t take long for them to fall asleep. They woke more deeply wrapped in each other, and there was a moment when they forgot to be embarrassed, Han tightening his arms around Leia, and Leia resting into his chest.
Leia’s bunk was dry by nightfall and though both of them proclaimed loudly how good it was they wouldn’t have to share another night, they lingered in the corridor for just a few seconds too long before saying goodnight.
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