Not for Prying Eyes.

Things between Han had Leia had improved over the next week after Leia had finally made her admition. No longer afraid that everything would fall apart if they were close, Leia stopped making up excuses about busy schedules just to avoid him.

Of course, they both made many jobs to complete for the Rebellion, given that they were still awaiting information on a new Imperial Battle Station, but Leia would no longer wolf down her food in the mess hall whenever Han stopped by.

She never really thought she would miss needless conversation like reports, statistics or ship repairs, but she did, she missed just talking with Han like they used to do. With much of the tension gone between them, Leia would almost allow herself to laugh at some of his jokes or smile whenever he did something outrageously adorable.

Things seemed to be improving between them now that Han knew what Leia had been through - mostly.

Leia hadn't lied to him when she told him she had missed him for months and had been scared to be close to him in case it was all in her head, but she had not told him about the few days she was a slave in Jabba's Palace.

Leia hadn't told anyone about what she had been through, firstly because she didn't want anyone to see her that way, and secondly because she knew that others had sacrificed worse so she shouldn't complain. Most slaves didn't have the luxury of seeing their chains broken within a few days, so Leia dismissed any idea of complaining. That was just how Leia had always dealt things, she bore the galaxies burdens like her own, everyone else was more important than her so why should she complain? Why should she complain about a few days of slavery when many were born and bred without ever seeing freedom?

Since opening up more to Han, Leia had been less rigid about his closeness. He was only being, well, him. She had missed everything, from the little pecs on each others cheek or forehead, to the feel of his arms around her as they hugged or kissed. They fell into the same rytheme as they did before Bespin, except they were around other people now.

With both of them busy, their little exchanges of knowing looks or the occasion quick kiss in a corridor, Leia could almost mistake this for a teenage romance trying to be kept behind closed curtains, ironic considering Leia had never really had anytime to be a teenager back when she was one. Duties, lessons, speeches and meetings, that was what occupied her childhood and into adulthood, so the concept of a teenage romance should have been alien to her.

Each night, Han would wait for her after her duties had finished. Chewie was usually asleep by the time they made it to the Falcon, where they would sit and talk. Leia had never really been able to realise how valuable just talking could be. She didn't exactly have a multitude of friends before meeting Han, Luke and Chewie, but now she had them, she couldn't really believe how she had survived without them.

Most nights, Leia and Han would end up kissing on the bench of the Falcon. It was almost scandalous sometimes, like they were teenagers makeing out and jumping apart at any sound because they thought it was their parents - in this case, Chewie.

Leia's work ethic had also improved in that week since the previous one, everyone had seen her change of attitude, noting how cheerful she now seemed and how hardworking she was again. Some found it odd that she had turned around so completely but Leia had to admit that having Han back in her life for good was the best solution to her problems.

For the first time in her life, she had things to look forward to. Before, she would just go from one duty shift to the next without a second thought, but now, she would be ticking down the hours until the next time she would see him. She wondered why she had always been so opposed to emotions.

But then it would hit her hard and fast.

She was melting into a kiss so sweet and intoxicating, like being drunk but completely sober at the same time. There had only been a few other times when Han had kissed her like this, it was different to the others. His arms were round her middle, pressing her to him as his fingers grazed over her in a way which made her stomach twist in a new exciting way, his lips kissing her deeply. It was passionate, it was exciting, it was overwhelming.