A/N: I'm trying to finish this story tonight so I'm speed running through writing. Sorry for any spelling errors.
Luke's pov:
When I awoke the next morning I was alone, Leia was no where to be seen. As I sat myself up I rubbed my eyes and saw a small note left on the bedside table. It read:
Morning Luke! Sorry I'm not here I've gone for breakfast with Han as he was pestering me. I will try and have a talk with him, see you soon :)
Shit! Please don't have a talk with him Leia. Please don't spill Han I will be dead to her. I lay back and closed my eyes trying to collect my thoughts and process what had happened last night. Finally for once I had said no to Han. If he hadn't of said it was just sex I wouldn't of, I am an awful person.
I spent my morning trying to fall back to sleep however with what was circling my mind I couldn't. Later on I heard a loud knock at the door, I dragged myself over to the door and saw Han standing there, "Hi." He said with an uncomfortable smile.
"Hi." I looked down at my feet in anger and shame. What was he doing here? Come to tell me how I'm just his thing on the side, his mistress? All of that was technically true but not in my heart.
"Can I come in?" He asked peering inside Leia's room, "I want to apologise."
"Your only apologising because Leia is making you." I crossed my arms, "And she doesn't even know what it's about does she?!"
He nodded and looked to the floor shamefully, "No she doesn't. But I want to apologise, genuinely. Can I please come in?" He asked looking up at me desperately.
I sighed and took a step back allowing him inside. He walked timidly passed me and I closed the door behind him. We then both sat awkwardly across from each other on the bed.
"I want to start off by saying I am sorry. What I said was awful, unkind and completely untrue. You are far more than just sex for me Luke and I think we both know that." He said, "Please don't ever think you are 'just sex'. I love you a lot, more than I ever thought I would." He said.
"It's not all your fault Han." I met his gaze, "We shouldn't of been doing this in the first place however we just continued. We need to find a way to tell Leia at some point. We aren't going to stop loving each other and we both know that." I said.
He nodded, "I know." He bit his lip then looked back to me, "Could you just tell me one thing though Luke?"
"Anything." I smiled softly and it was nearly noticeable.
"Tell me you love me." He simply begged.
"I love you Han."
And he pulled me in and kissed me gently. His hands ran through my hair and mine rested on his waist. Mine and his lips fumbled together messily. I could smell the bedsheets from our room and I could taste his sweet lips against mine.
It was only a gentle kiss and our first kiss that hadn't led to sex. In my mind this was our first kiss.
Time skip brought to you by me ruining the moment.
~;~;~;~We were all having dinner when Leia announced, "Me and Han are getting married next week." She smiled. She didn't seem excited though just like it was something happening.
My head snapped up as my heart dropped, "Oh! Congrats!" I smiled then shot a glare at Han who shrugged.
"It will only be small, only a few people are invited. Your best man of course." She smiled, "It's on Coruscant. I just love this planet so much I had to get married here." She exclaimed.
I nodded. Leia had never been someone who anyone expected to be really exited for marriage and she clearly wasn't. Honestly I think she was only doing it to tick a box but as long as she loves Han. I guess I'll always get to keep him in my life, which could also be a cruel method of torture.
"I suppose I'll have to get some new robes." I laughed.
She joined in the laughter, "I suppose you will. Han can take you!" She smiled. His head snapped up. "Or you can take Han I suppose, I wouldn't trust Han with any fashion choices." She laughed.
It pained me how clueless she was to what we had done.
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Panic stricken ~ Skysolo
RomanceLuke wakes up one morning only to realise he is in trouble. A lot of trouble. If the truth comes out he could hurt someone close to him. So he avoids and shuts down the truth... Well at least he tries to.