Leia "fITE ME" Organa (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
oratorical) wrote2016-05-05 08:19 pm
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[he sighs, not bothering to hide his annoyance, but then straightens his back.]
Fine, I will then.
[he stiffens up like he's going to turn and stalk off, but at the last second he leans in instead, planting a pointed but somewhat sloppy kiss on her lips before he disappears in the direction of the bathroom.]
Fine, I will then.
[he stiffens up like he's going to turn and stalk off, but at the last second he leans in instead, planting a pointed but somewhat sloppy kiss on her lips before he disappears in the direction of the bathroom.]
[independence from....uh...bothering to write a log for this i guess. IT TAKES PLACE ON JULY 4TH IS WHAT IM TRYING TO SAY.
anyway han hit the hawk early to take care of some basic stuff today, and by eleven or so is already back at the house, making delicious smells come from the kitchen area as he whips up an extremely basic cake for the birthday boy who explicitly asked not to have one. it's han's life and he'll do what he wants, dammit.
being focused on his goals, he didn't even bother to check if anyone else was in the house before getting down to business. he's a man on a mission, who also happens to be grumbling to himself as he works on making some kind of icing. something something dumb twerps, something something birthday crap. you know, the usual.]
anyway han hit the hawk early to take care of some basic stuff today, and by eleven or so is already back at the house, making delicious smells come from the kitchen area as he whips up an extremely basic cake for the birthday boy who explicitly asked not to have one. it's han's life and he'll do what he wants, dammit.
being focused on his goals, he didn't even bother to check if anyone else was in the house before getting down to business. he's a man on a mission, who also happens to be grumbling to himself as he works on making some kind of icing. something something dumb twerps, something something birthday crap. you know, the usual.]
[Well, she certainly wasn't expecting him to turn back and kiss her. Not when he was as visibly annoyed as he was. Leia freezes, just for the briefest of moments, before leaning in to the kiss.
But of course, before she can really lean in, Han breaks away, leaving her there leaning toward where he had been standing. With a huff of annoyance, Leia rolls her eyes, going back to whatever she had been doing before Han came home. Just as she promised, though, she'll still be in their room by the time Han is finished with his shower.]
But of course, before she can really lean in, Han breaks away, leaving her there leaning toward where he had been standing. With a huff of annoyance, Leia rolls her eyes, going back to whatever she had been doing before Han came home. Just as she promised, though, she'll still be in their room by the time Han is finished with his shower.]
[han does his business, towels off, and only then realizes that in his huff the only clothes he brought with him to the bathroom were the clothes on his back. and he's not putting them back on, as now that he's smelled their staleness he can never unsmell it. if leia's looking in the right direction she will get to see him lean around the door, bare-chested and a dead serious expression on his face, before realizing she's there and quickly disappearing back into the bathroom. a short yet suspiciously long amount of time later, let's say a minute or so, he cautiously exits the bathroom with a towel tied around his waist. like, he's trying to be casual, but there is no good way to play this off.
he pauses in the bedroom, squinting at leia with his hands on his hips and trying not to look too out of his element. it's different with leia, dammit.]
What?
[that's right, he assumes she has something to say about it and he's going to get it out of the way up front.]
he pauses in the bedroom, squinting at leia with his hands on his hips and trying not to look too out of his element. it's different with leia, dammit.]
What?
[that's right, he assumes she has something to say about it and he's going to get it out of the way up front.]
[More than the sound (and smells) of someone working in the kitchen--since Natsume seems to have taken it upon himself to help out in the kitchen sometimes--what catches Leia's attention is the grumbling. She doesn't need much context for it, with Natsume's message being fresh in her mind, and if her impression is correct, it's something she'd like to help with.]
You look busy.
[Even though she can see what he's doing, it's an invitation for him to tell her what he's doing.]
You look busy.
[Even though she can see what he's doing, it's an invitation for him to tell her what he's doing.]
[She doesn't see Han directly as he peers around the door, it's more that she catches him as he's already pulling back and disappearing into the bathroom. Leia frowns at the empty space where Han had been standing. She's not sure what that's all about. But when he finally reappears, it's a bit more obvious what his hesitation might have been tied to.
Leia can't help letting her gaze roam over him for the briefest of moments, before she catches herself and forces her gaze to stay focused on his face. Logically she knows she has no reason to be embarrassed by any of this, but logic can't stop that color from returning to her cheeks as she returns his stare.]
I didn't say anything.
Leia can't help letting her gaze roam over him for the briefest of moments, before she catches herself and forces her gaze to stay focused on his face. Logically she knows she has no reason to be embarrassed by any of this, but logic can't stop that color from returning to her cheeks as she returns his stare.]
I didn't say anything.
Busy! Ha!
[is what he says as he abandons the icing and walks over to her, giving her a slightly lingering peck on the cheek in greeting. this involves putting his hands on her shoulders, so there's flour there now. at least he's covered in smudges of it too, if that's any comfort.]
This is the boring part. It takes too long for a cake to bake, if you want my opinion.
[is what he says as he abandons the icing and walks over to her, giving her a slightly lingering peck on the cheek in greeting. this involves putting his hands on her shoulders, so there's flour there now. at least he's covered in smudges of it too, if that's any comfort.]
This is the boring part. It takes too long for a cake to bake, if you want my opinion.
Edited 2017-07-04 21:28 (UTC)
[he lifts his chin with a sniff as he works on deciding whether he's flattered by her blush or not. he's leaning toward yes at the moment.]
You didn't have to.
You didn't have to.
[It's only a slight comfort, as she looks down at her shoulders and frowns at the flour smudges all over her shoulders. Her frown, at least, is slightly tempered by the kiss to her cheek]
You're making it for Takashi, I assume?
You're making it for Takashi, I assume?
[He should probably be flattered, given how obviously she's trying to keep her gaze fixed on his face. Because looking away means that he wins and has free reign to tease her, and looking at him anywhere else means the same. It's really a no-win situation for her here.]
What didn't I have to say?
[Well, she knows what he'll probably say, but she wants to hear him say it, or something.]
What didn't I have to say?
[Well, she knows what he'll probably say, but she wants to hear him say it, or something.]
[he studies her for a moment, feeling increasingly amused by her unwavering gaze but somehow managing to keep his serious face on.]
Somethin' about how stupid this towel looks, no doubt. [and after just enough of a pause that she might think she got away with something--] Do I got somethin' on my face?
Somethin' about how stupid this towel looks, no doubt. [and after just enough of a pause that she might think she got away with something--] Do I got somethin' on my face?
Course I am. Can you believe the nerve of that kid?
[he goes back to his most recent concoction, going after the homemade icing with a spoon and far too much enthusiasm.]
I mean, bring it up or don't. I feel like an ass for not keepin' up with it.
[he lifts the spoon, staring at the sugary goop sliding off of it with a frown before resuming his stirring.]
And after all that he's gonna say he doesn't want anything. Well, he's gettin' a cake. And he better be a good boy and blow the candles out and make a wish, too.
[his grumpy tone is a touch at odds with the nature of his complaints, but that's never stopped han before.]
[he goes back to his most recent concoction, going after the homemade icing with a spoon and far too much enthusiasm.]
I mean, bring it up or don't. I feel like an ass for not keepin' up with it.
[he lifts the spoon, staring at the sugary goop sliding off of it with a frown before resuming his stirring.]
And after all that he's gonna say he doesn't want anything. Well, he's gettin' a cake. And he better be a good boy and blow the candles out and make a wish, too.
[his grumpy tone is a touch at odds with the nature of his complaints, but that's never stopped han before.]
[the pause did indeed lure her into... perhaps not a sense that she'd gotten away with a win here, but at least the sense that Han might've been gentlemanly enough to not say anything. But of course, those hopes are dashed the instant he opens his mouth again. It's that question that finally gets Leia to avert her gaze from him. It's not like this is something ever covered in etiquette classes. She can stare down senators and imperial officers with ease, but this is different. She knows she shouldn't be awkward about it all, and that Han probably doesn't mind but--]
I didn't want to stare.
I didn't want to stare.
[ok, on the one hand he feels a little bad, but on the other hand this is a priceless moment that he is going to savor forever.]
I don't mind.
[he says with all the suaveness he possesses, before deciding it's time to be the bigger man and dropping the towel. don't mind him, he's just gonna start rummaging through the dresser drawers until he finds underwear. nothing to see here...wait a minute. plenty to see here, don't move along, that would make him feel kind of bad.]
I don't mind.
[he says with all the suaveness he possesses, before deciding it's time to be the bigger man and dropping the towel. don't mind him, he's just gonna start rummaging through the dresser drawers until he finds underwear. nothing to see here...wait a minute. plenty to see here, don't move along, that would make him feel kind of bad.]
I feel bad for not knowing, as well. Did he mention it last year?
[because natsume can say it's not important all he likes, but Leia begs to differ. Especially if he's going to announce to everyone that he had a birthday after the fact.
She watches as Han messes with the icing for a moment, before turning toward one of the drawers and pulling out a bottle of food coloring. Not that she knows what he's going for here, but making it a brighter color might help things look less goopy.]
Try adding more of this.
[because natsume can say it's not important all he likes, but Leia begs to differ. Especially if he's going to announce to everyone that he had a birthday after the fact.
She watches as Han messes with the icing for a moment, before turning toward one of the drawers and pulling out a bottle of food coloring. Not that she knows what he's going for here, but making it a brighter color might help things look less goopy.]
Try adding more of this.
Oh, he mentioned it. On the day of with no warning.
[gee, he sure is doing a great job stirring this stuff. no aggression being taken out on the spoon and bowl at all. just normal, really fast, stirring. but he does reluctantly pause and tip the bowl toward her, like, add what you want. it's not like this stuff can look worse, right?]
But that was like...three years ago? Two years ago. It was a long time ago for me! Can you expect a guy to keep up with stuff like that?
[gee, he sure is doing a great job stirring this stuff. no aggression being taken out on the spoon and bowl at all. just normal, really fast, stirring. but he does reluctantly pause and tip the bowl toward her, like, add what you want. it's not like this stuff can look worse, right?]
But that was like...three years ago? Two years ago. It was a long time ago for me! Can you expect a guy to keep up with stuff like that?
[and all the suaveness he possesses has the magical effect of causing Leia to roll her eyes, even as flustered as she is at the moment. But when he decides to drop his towel, she does indeed stare, partially for the sake of staring and partially in disbelief, because of course he has to be frustrating at all moments. It's the Han Solo way.
Leia pulls her gaze after a moment, to look for and grab a pair of Han's underwear that hadn't been put away where it should've been. And of course, as soon as they're in hand, she proceeds to toss them in his direction. At the very least she's back to looking at him when she throws it, having given up by now on the futile effort to both not look and keep the color from showing in her face.]
Leia pulls her gaze after a moment, to look for and grab a pair of Han's underwear that hadn't been put away where it should've been. And of course, as soon as they're in hand, she proceeds to toss them in his direction. At the very least she's back to looking at him when she throws it, having given up by now on the futile effort to both not look and keep the color from showing in her face.]
[he grins at her shamelessly as he catches the underwear, because of course he was watching her watch him from the corner of his eye. her reactions are just too good not to.]
I can leave'em off if you want. I don't mind going, uh, all natural.
I can leave'em off if you want. I don't mind going, uh, all natural.
[totally normal, fast stirring that totally doesn't result flecks of frosting on Leia's face. Totally not.
After wiping some of those flecks off her face, Leia adds a few drops of food coloring as Han stirs, so the color of the frosting evens out and brightens into something a bit nicer to look at.]
He said it was actually three days ago. We should keep a note of it somewhere, just in case.
After wiping some of those flecks off her face, Leia adds a few drops of food coloring as Han stirs, so the color of the frosting evens out and brightens into something a bit nicer to look at.]
He said it was actually three days ago. We should keep a note of it somewhere, just in case.
Oh, I'll just jot it down in my social calendar.
[he says it sarcastically, but then he realizes that leia probably actually has something like that, so he tacks on more sincerely:]
Hey, you should write that down in your social calendar.
[he says it sarcastically, but then he realizes that leia probably actually has something like that, so he tacks on more sincerely:]
Hey, you should write that down in your social calendar.
[she isn't sure whether to roll her eyes again or whether he wants her to say if she prefers he sleep with or without underwear on. But before she can do either of those, a different realization comes to mind, because honestly she doesn't know. There was really no time to find out much of Han's sleeping habits before, or at least not his normal habits. Because he must have been on better behavior on the trip to Bespin, so that they wouldn't wind up fighting constantly.]
Is that how you usually sleep?
Is that how you usually sleep?
[leia purses her lips, exhaling sharply in annoyance at that sarcasm. Because that's a genuine helpful suggestion, she isn't here to deal with that sass.]
Thank you for such brilliant advice, Flyboy.
[her tone probably couldn't be drier if she tried. So let's change the subject from that annoyance--]
What were you planning on doing with the cake? Decoration wise, I mean.
Thank you for such brilliant advice, Flyboy.
[her tone probably couldn't be drier if she tried. So let's change the subject from that annoyance--]
What were you planning on doing with the cake? Decoration wise, I mean.
You think Chewie's into that?
[he says it teasingly, as he wriggles into his underpants, so that's probably a no.]
[he says it teasingly, as he wriggles into his underpants, so that's probably a no.]
[he winces a bit to himself, but lets that potential budding argument go in favor of talking about literally anything else.]
Uh..."Happy Birthday Takashi".
Uh..."Happy Birthday Takashi".
[it's an obvious no, and she's glad for it. Because while she's not opposed to the idea, obviously, it's nice to know he isn't expecting to just immediately jump into bed naked with her. It's the principle of the thing she appreciates.
The teasing tone to his answer gets Leia to relax slightly, as she shakes her head, just barely smirking at his response.]
I think you do plenty of things with no regard as to whether or not Chewie will approve.
The teasing tone to his answer gets Leia to relax slightly, as she shakes her head, just barely smirking at his response.]
I think you do plenty of things with no regard as to whether or not Chewie will approve.
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