Princess Leia Organa (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nonerfherders) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2012-01-07 10:51:00 |
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What: Suspicions and smut
Where: Stockholm
Warning: There bloody well better be.
Leia was beginning to think something was up.
Not that anything was wrong. Actually, that was what was odd. Han had been acting strange for the past month or so. Well, strange for Han. Which was to say, not obsessing over the Falcon. Spending all your time tinkering with a ship that couldn't fly might seem like the strange behavior to most people, but to Han it was as natural as breathing. Leia'd realized a long time ago that she might as well accept it and not try to compete. Han had two women in his heart, and one of them was made of metal and capable of hyperdrive. Usually.
But for the past month?
Han had been around. More than around, he'd been a constant presence, spending time with her, Jaina, Harmony, the kids. He'd not only found out about the local holiday traditions, he'd dressed up as Santa Claus for Jaina's kids. That was a sight Leia wouldn't forget in a hurry. Chewbacca would never have stopped laughing.
As if that wasn't enough, he'd taken her out to dinner almost every night. Without her even asking. Even stayed over at the palace sometimes, though more often than not she went back to the Falcon with him. It was nice to not be the princess for a while.
Something was definitely up. He didn't have the feel of trying to hide something, she knew what Han was like when he had a guilty secret and this wasn't it. But something was, and she was going to find out what.