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Yeah, like you would move just 'cause I said something.

[he flashes her a grin like he really believes she's more stubborn than that, though he is mostly teasing. he strokes her hands, feeling incredibly bolstered by how eagerly she held on to him, and gently eases around her, passing close enough for their arms to brush even though that's totally unnecessary for what he's doing.]

Listen, I'm gonna hit the shower. Feels like it's been a year since I had a real one.

[he gives her hands a squeeze before letting go, heading into his bedroom, where he expects to find his own stuff in a slightly more organized layout and definitely not any signs that someone else has taken up residence there.]

[Han is already in the room before she can even decide how she wants to bring up exactly where she'd been staying and why she decided to stay there. Thinking on her feet and speaking and explaining herself are all things Leia is good at, but the situations she's used to working in don't involve explaining to your... whatever their relationship should be considered that you moved into his room.

She follows Han toward his room--their room--remaining in the doorway while he looks around. It's much more organized and clean than he left it, with his stuff put away in the closet and drawers, but it's not just Han's things that are there: Leia's belongings are in there, too, next to but not intermixed with Han's belongings.]

I thought this would be easier.

[And as steady as her voice is while she admits this--because this is totally enough of an explanation right? right--there's a slight flush to her cheeks. Not that she'll admit to it being there.]

[he starts out fairly oblivious, but it doesn't take him too long in opening and closing drawers to start finding ones full of women's clothing. after a few seconds he pauses in his search, feeling genuinely puzzled, and leia's comment actually makes him jump a bit. he turns to face her as what that comment really means sinks in. lady clothes in his dresser, leia blushing in the doorway. a borderline smarmy expression crosses his face--a non-verbal aha!, if you will--but then he remembers that there's more to this than his never-ending quest to win the princess. they've got a kid together, after all, even if it's in the future. so he makes an attempt to soften his response.

he was going to tease her, or more accurately gloat a bit, but instead he tempers that response down to a smile that may or may not be a touch sultry as he comes back to her at the doorway.]

You look embarrassed.

[okay, he can't not tease her a bit. she's blushing and that's rare, okay?? he leans against the door frame, casual as fuck, enjoying the sight of her being ever so slightly flustered.]

I'm not embarrassed.

[her automatic reaction is to deny the claim, as obvious as it is that Han is right. She crosses her arms in front of her, and lifts her chin defiantly, to try and come off as someone who totally isn't internally flustered about having to explain to someone why she'd been staying in their room. As skilled with words as she maybe, explaining that to your... boyfriend? (Something like that) isn't something covered in diplomacy or speech lessons. Especially not when time shenanigans are part of the equation.]

I just wanted to tell you before you went through the drawers yourself.

[sure, that'll work as an explanation. And it's not a total lie, she just wasn't even sure how to bring it up before.]

Oh, alright. Got it.

[it's just that he still looks so smugly amused about it.]

I just thought you should know, uh, there's no need to be embarrassed about me seein' your particulars. 'Specially if we're gonna be...sharin' a room.

[of course it may be a small solace to her that although he is deeply enjoying tweaking her a bit over this unexpected but not unwelcomed development, it is in part to cover up the deeper emotions he's feeling over the gesture. like, you know...sure, they said "i love you" once under duress, and sure they've made out a few times, but this is pretty serious. this is living together and sharing a bed and alternating drawers of whose clothes go where. it's a whole new level of relationship.]

[while the color hasn't faded from her cheeks, his smug amusement is enough to make Leia huff in mild annoyance. Even though she knows it's probably exactly what he wants, she's too flustered, dealing with too many emotions resulting from Han being here and not in jail to be able to keep up a good poker face at the moment.]

Fortunately, neither do you.

[because she already saw his when making this room a cleaner, more civilized looking livable space. But after a short pause, in a softer tone, she adds--]

You're okay with this?

[because it's true, she didn't ask him beforehand, she just assumed it would be fine, largely because she wanted to be here more than anywhere else. She wants to be close to him, and she knows he feels the same, but... time differences.]

'Course, it's fine. I'm honored, even.

[a beat, as he edges a bit closer into her personal space, looming over her in that way he loves to do.]

So, what'd you think of my particulars?

[Leia keeps her gaze focused on Han, looking for any sign of discomfort or hint that he's not fine with this and is saying it to spare her feelings. Not that Han has ever been one to be quiet with his opinions, even ones that hurt her in the past, but that doesn't stop her from searching anyway.

And she was about to say something to that effect, but then he asks that question, and Leia's brain stalls for just the briefest moment.]

What did I think?

[she repeats it, incredulous, like she can't believe he's really asking this right now. Even though she really should've guessed and really can believe he's asking this right now.]

I think you're incorrigible.

[he huffs a laugh at her response, though she's taking this a little more seriously than he would have expected her to given the circumstances. she chose to put her stuff in there, so surely she expected him to go along with it? unless...]

You weren't plannin' to move all that stuff out of there before I got back, were you?

[he says it teasingly, but that element she's been looking for is lurking behind his expression now. caution, like maybe he was reading too much into it this whole time and she was just...taking the nicest room in the house, or something, and was going to sneak back out before he got released.]

I wasn't.

[her response comes almost immediately, before she even really registers that insecurity lurking in his expression. She may not have known how to really bring it up with him, but as long as he wasn't upset with the prospect, she was planning on staying in this room with him. It's comfortable here, and it means she gets to be close to him. Both of which are important.

She offers a small, almost relieved smile as she reaches out for his hand. And after a moment, perhaps for the sake of preempting arguments or to further prove she's serious about wanting to stay here with him, she adds--]

I think I like the left side of the bed best.

Oh, tried'em both out, did you?

[he wraps his hand around hers easily, relaxing a bit at this new assertion. sheesh, talking to girls is complicated, huh?]

Well, you weren't here.

[which of course means she was free to spread out all over the bed as much as she wanted. A dangerous precedent, Han will soon find out.]

I think it's more than large enough for both of us.

[which, while her voice is steady, almost slightly teasing in fact, brings a hint of color back to her face as she admits it. As with before, of course, she's pointedly ignoring the heat in her face.]

[more like leia will soon find out...after she shoves him off the bed a few times and he learns the octopus maneuver.

in contrast to her blush, han looks a mixture of delighted and proud, like damn. he didn't realize they were here and yet, behold, a hot young princess has set up camp in his bed. he leans into her, smiling and obviously enjoying this mixture of assertiveness and embarrassment she's employing.]

And what if I prefer the left side?

[...he feels like he won't care so much what side he's on as long as he's got leia to curl up with, but she's just too easy to wind up.]

[in contrast to much of the time they've known each other, Leia doesn't draw back as Han leans in. She stands her ground, even leaning toward him ever so slightly. It really betrays the teasingly matter of fact sort of feel she's going for when she replies.]

That's too bad. I already claimed it.

[he casually slips his free arm around her shoulders, angling even closer to her since she seems particularly up to it all of a sudden.]

We'll just have to see about that, won't we?

[she doesn't protest or draw away as Han wraps his arm around her. She likes his arm there, she likes being this close with him, but even that fondness can't prevent her from wrinkling her nose slightly. Because it's not necessarily a bad smell, it's just stale and slightly musty and not at all what she was expecting.]

I think first you'll need to change into something else.

[he takes his arm back huffily, apparently finding her judgment of how he smells a mood killer. however this does not keep him from sniffing suspiciously at his jacket before making a face, not of disgust but of irritation.]

Well that's not my fault!

[she was enjoying that arm where it was, thanks. She purses her lips, watching as he sniffs his jacket unashamedly.]

You did say you were going for a shower. Why not do that? I'll be here when you're done.

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.

[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.

[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.]

[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?

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