Leia laughed even as tears formed in her eyes. "You better, you laser-brained scoundrel." Six months. Everyone around her had been rejoicing, celebrating the end of the Empire, and she'd been torn, half of her exulting with them and the other half of her desperate to know where he'd gone and how she could find him. "Damn it, Han, I thought you were really gone for good this time."
She kissed him again. She'd forgotten how passionate his kisses were. Actually, she hadn't, but the memories paled to the reality.
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