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[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.]

[han uses the time she spends undressing and dressing herself well, quietly crossing the distance between them. this is not to sneak a peek at her--though he is a touch disappointed she's acting shy now of all times--but rather so that when she turns around he can lazily put his arms around her.]

You could just borrow one of mine if you want something big to sleep in, y'know.

[he says it mildly, with a touch of warm fondness in his voice.]

[it isn't a rude comment or some similar remark, which she's pleased about. Instead, his response--one she finds charming, in a way--earns him a gentle smile as she places her hands on his shoulders. Not to shove him this time, but because she has to do something with her hands, and this seems the most natural.]

If you leave one out for me to borrow, then I will.

[it was bad enough that she moved into his room on her own, she didn't want to start borrowing his clothing without his okay.]

You'd probably be able to find one faster than me at this point.

[is his teasing response to that as he lazily runs his hand up and down her back. probably imagining how much nicer it would feel to be running it under her shirt instead, if he's honest with himself, but at this point getting too excited would probably ruin the mood. relationships are hard.]

Now, don't you think it's about time we hit the bed?

[for now, at least, the mood is a very good one, and Leia has no intentions to stop Han from running his hand along her back.]

So long as I get the left side.

[she moves one of her hands to take hold of his hand, the one not on her back, tugging gently in the direction of the bed.]

I'll try the right side, but no promises.

[he turns the sheet and blanket back, one hand still curled in hers, and sits on the edge of the mattress.]

We get to share the blanket, right?

[Well if he's not going to get in first, Leia is happy to do so. She drops his hand in favor of climbing in between the blankets and scooting over to the side she picked out.]

Of course. I'm sure it's big enough for both of us. Now, are you getting in?

[he snorts and rolls the rest of the way onto the bed, somehow managing to make it look more natural than goofy. once he's properly on the thing, though, he ignores his side in favor of scooting closer to leia. like, surely she won't object to a little touching? that should be assumed if they're going to share. he's not crowding her out or anything, but he is lying basically right next to her when they could easily manage a foot or so between them if they wanted. he drapes one of his arms across her stomach, testing the waters.]

Right, this ain't so bad. Plenty of room.

[It's clear that Leia doesn't mind a little touching in the least. She expected Han to continue touching her in some way, and she's glad she wasn't proven wrong on this.

Leia shifts ever so slightly closer--since it's hard to get much closer than they already are--and places a lingering kiss on his lips. It's payback for his earlier kiss that she wasn't able to respond to before he marched off. And so, she pulls back from the kiss to settle herself against his shoulder, sighing contentedly once she's comfortable.]

This is nice.

[he leans into the kiss, feeling a bit like a smooth operator even though leia was the one that started it. he strokes her side, as that happens to be where his hand ended up, feeling a little bit thrilled and overall quite content with this arrangement. it's not quite...you know...what he probably imagined they would get up to the first time they shared a bed, but he'd rather slow roll it than end up banished to the couch or slapped or something.]

Nice, yeah. [and of course, despite the small thrill that comes with being in close contact with his girl, he is a little tired. tired enough to sleep, once he gets over the novelty of being curled up with her.] I think I could get used to it.

[His assessment manages to get a small soft laugh out of Leia, just because of how almost nonchalant it comes off. She doesn't bother to lift her head from where she's resting before speaking, since she's too comfortable where she currently is.]

I hope you're more sure than that. I don't plan on going anywhere else.

[he scoffs, an action that probably tickles the top of her head, mostly try and come off as more casual at that statement. it will never, ever, ever get old hearing her tell him she wants to stay with him forever.]

Guess I better get used to it quick then, huh?

[it's still different and new, being this openly affectionate with Han, even when it's just the two of them. It's still exciting and Leia simultaneously feels hyper aware of everything and also perfectly content and comfortable and relaxed lying this close with him. Everything from his arm around her to the way his breathing tickles the top of her head while lying like this feels perfect and right.]

I'm sure you'll adapt just fine.

[because even with the hyper aware newness of it all, Leia is pretty sure she's already used to this. But that said--]

But you'll tell me if anything bothers you, won't you?

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