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[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?

[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.

[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.]

[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.]

[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.

[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?

You think Chewie's into that?

[he says it teasingly, as he wriggles into his underpants, so that's probably a no.]

[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.

[now clothed, he sidles up to her, standing inside her personal bubble to awe her with his aura of slightly muscle-y not-quite-naked manliness.]

He goes around without pants, don't he?

He's a Wookiee. You'll need significantly more hair if you plan on following Chewie's fashion advice.

[she does not want Han to actually be that hairy. That would be horrible.

And while she may not be in awe of his manliness, she certainly doesn't object to him being inside her personal space bubble, even reaching out to rest a hand on his upper arm.]

Oh, okay, just because I'm a human...

[he trails off, leaning into her a bit after she puts her hand on him.]

Is it a little cold in here to you? I think I'm feeling a draft.

[she looks Han over, this time not hesitating to look, but obviously putting on an air of fake scrutiny. Not that she doesn't enjoy looking, of course, but when she drags her gaze back to his face--]

You seem to be missing a few layers, Hotshot.

[planting the pajama seed early]

Or we could get in bed.

This is as layered as it gets at this time of night, Princess.

[what a riposte!! but getting in bed, that's definitely a good idea.]

I like that, us getting in bed.

[If only Han knew of the great pajama war looming in his near-ish future.....]

I'll need to change first.

[Because unlike someone, she does indeed wear pajamas to bed. Or at least, something she's re-purposed into pajamas, because with the limited funds she has right now, buying an actual set of pajamas is a bit of a waste of money, if you ask her. There are other things to buy before that.

But she isn't making much of a move to go change, perfectly content with lingering where she's standing, where Han is leaning toward her.]

[since she's not making any attempts at moving, han puts his hands on her hips, eliminating what small amount of space had been left between them.]

Need a hand?

[listen....even if all it gets him is a shove, he's still winning.]

[it does indeed get him a shove, and it's enough to get her moving, too. She breaks away from Han, grabbing the long shirt she'd been using as pajamas since arriving here, hesitating momentarily once it's in hand. She isn't sure whether she should change in here with Han in the room, or whether she should go to the bathroom for that.

It isn't long before she makes up her mind, because well. She'd already seen Han naked, after all, and she does know that there's no reason she should be embarrassed by any of it. Han is Han, and she loves and trusts him, and at some point he'll be seeing her without any clothes on. Her mind made up, Leia moves over to the far end of the room and changes into the repurposed pajama shirt, keeping her back to Han the entire time.

Once she's finished, Leia turns back around, her turn to look at him expectantly and wait for him to say something.]

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