WHO: Han and Leia Organa Solo WHEN: Backdated to Saturday WHERE: The Wedding! SUMMARY: Gushy mushy wedding stuff WARNINGS: None.
Leia was already exhausted, but it was a happy exhaustion. It was the kind of exhaustion that came from spending time with good people, with dancing and smiling and several glasses of wine. It was a flushed happy from the bonfire and kissing her husband and being on her feet all day. She had spoken with everyone who stopped by to celebrate with them, but she realized she wasn't spending nearly enough time with Han.
She sought him out where he was talking with a group of people, gesturing even with a drink in hand, probably telling some story or another, and slid her hand over his elbow. "Mmn, can I steal you away for a minute, Mr. Solo?" she asked, tipping her face up to kiss him in a somewhat uncharacteristic display of public affection. It was her wedding day (again), after all.
Han was retelling his survival of the asteroid field for at least the fifth time that night, and he found himself desperate for a new story. He hadn't done anything stupid or noble in weeks and he found that he was starting to ache for it. What had the rebellion done to him?
Unsure of where to go next, he was grateful for the hand that touched his elbow. He smiled down at his wife, in her beautiful dress, and he felt a pang of jealousy for his counterpart who had already been married to her for a few years. "Of course you can steal me away, Mrs. Solo." He waved a farewell to his friends, and turned back to her, surprised to fall into a kiss. He took a moment to kiss her back before wandering away from the group. "Hi. I haven't seen you for almost an hour."
She cupped the sides of his neck with her hands and let the kiss linger before pulling back. "Hi," she said, her eyes bright. She slipped her hand into his and tugged him around the side of the house, somewhere quieter than where they had been surrounded by friends and family and everyone else who had come out to celebrate with them.
"I have something for you," Leia whispered, making her way to the place she had asked Poe about earlier, where she could keep her gift for Han and come back to it later, like this. "It's - it's actually the exact same gift I gave you when we were married before," she explained, slightly nervous and breathless. It had arrived, to her delight, with a few other small items when those pods with gifts had shown up a few weeks before. She hadn't told anyone she had it. Leia handed Han a small wrapped box. Inside of it was a custom made vibroblade knife, a gift she had had made for him on Corellia when they had been married before. The handle was intricate with its detail, and there were Alderaanian runes etched along it.
Han looked at the box curiously and accepted it, but didn't open it right away, a sense of dread coming over him. "But—but I didn't get you anything, and this is the first time I'm marrying you." He swallowed and rubbed at the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, I should have thought of something like that."
Leia laughed, pulling him down for a kiss. "You didn't get me anything the first time, you nerfherder," she teased, stroking the back of his neck with her fingertips softly. "At least not as a wedding present. So don't even worry about it." She glanced down at the box and back up at I'm nervously. He had like the gift the first time around; it had become a staple of his wardrobe, just like his blaster. But they were in a different situation here entirely, and she worried it might not work as well in this context.
Han slid the box open and looked at it. "A vibroblade?" he asked, turning it into his hand. The handle fit his hand perfectly, and he smiled when he noticed the Alderaanian markings. "I had one as a kid when I was still living on the streets, but I lost it in the sabacc game where I won my passage off Corellia. I haven't seen one in years. How did you—you didn't find one here on Earth, did you?"
She watched him as he held the vibroblade, watched his fingers wrap around it. She set a hand on his forearm and looked up at him hopefully. A different reaction than the first time she gave it to him, but not a bad one at all. Leia shook her head. "No, I didn't find it here," she said. "When - we received those pods of gifts a few weeks ago? This was tucked in among a few other small things I received. I suppose however those gifts came, it was like they knew to include this, that I'd want to give it to you again."
Han smiled at her and leaned in to kiss her, letting it linger, savoring the moment. He loved her. Maybe not in the same way her Han loved her, and maybe not in the way he'd love his Leia, but he loved her. And the fact that she gave him this present warmed his heart. "It's beautiful, Leia. Thank you. It's a perfect blend of my childhood and the man I've become. And who I choose to share my life with." He leaned in for another kiss.
She loved kissing him. She knew, deep down, that he wasn't the Han that had come out of the war with him, wasn't the same Han that had drew her close and helped her emerge after Endor, after Vader's death, after that entire thing happened to her and she didn't know what to do or how to think. And yet, he was still Han and he was here, and she knew he loved her just as she loved him. "You're welcome," she whispered against his lips. "I'm so very glad you're here with me, Han."
Han grinned and brushed his nose against hers. "Sometimes I feel like a cheat. Then I skipped all the hard stuff and got to jump to all the best stuff. And maybe the hard stuff made me love you a little bit more than I already do, but not enough for me to feel guilty."
"I think a lot of this stuff is hard too," she admitted quietly. She slid her fingers up the side of his neck into his hair. "Being here, in this new world, outside of everything we've ever known." Not to mention with family here, those they didn't know yet or would have never known. "So we're still doing things together here, now."
"Yeah. We are." She leaned in and kissed her again, wrapping his arms tightly around her. "I don't think I could survive this without you."
Leia laughed lightly and tucked her cheek in against his chest, closing her eyes and breathing him deeply. "I'm sure you would manage just fine, Han," she said, because she knew he was a fighter, knew he was a survivor. "I love you," she whispered lightly.
He held her tightly and swayed with the music faintly in the background. "I love you, too. And now we should go back to our guests and family awkwardness."
Leia looked up at him, stole a slow kiss and smiled. "I don't know," she said. She ran her hands down his back and pulled him in closer. "I don't think anyone would begrudge us a few minutes of time alone tonight, before everyone leaves. After all, we are newlyweds."
"Well, I am. You're just an old married woman," he said with a grin. "But I like the idea of some alone time."
She pursed her lips and kissed him again. "Good, then let's take a few minutes just for ourselves, just the two of us, before we head back."
Han grinned and nodded, letting his arms close more tightly around her. "I suppose you're right," he said, and he allowed himself to kiss his wife passionately.