An Alderaanian Love Story

Chapter 23

A.N.: Because I've had some people ask, in this fanfic, Leia is twenty right now. The day of the ball was her twentieth birthday. I know she was 19 when she left Alderaan in ANH, but, for the sake of this story, Leia's already twenty. Also, sorry for the long wait.

Lastly, congratulations to . . . Greysfriendsanatomy! Thanks so much for the continuous support! It means so much!

"I love the Han/Leia scenes, all of them, the kissing, the talking and so on.. I also loved the scene when Sabé and the other guy (starts with a d) showed how to dance the slow dance. Then the guy said "and then you'll have time for a sweet one" .. And Han was like "sweet one?" And memily said "kiss her real good solo"... Hahahah just love it!! And I can't wait to find out what you are going to do with their relationship, anyways.. I love the Han/Leia scenes so freakin much. And you are a fantastic writer, (can't thank you enough for that) haha. Anyways❤️❤️"

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  Han was still gripping Leia's hand with his own as they made their way out to Valden's speeder where he was once again parked in the grassy lot beside the rest. The night was still warm with a light breeze whistling through the small forest around the barn dance house. The sun had faded, moon rising to take its place. Darkness enveloped the sky, inviting start to decorate its canvas like shreds of glitter. Though it really wasn't that cool, Han still draped his coat over Leia's shoulders before guiding her to their ride.

  When they had come about halfway to the speeder, Leia rested her head against Han's shoulder, her other arm coming to wrap around his, too. Han smiled. Approaching the speeder, he let her in first, holding the door open as Leia crawled in. But something caught his eye, a quick, fluid motion and his gaze darted up to see a questionable figure leaning against one of the speeders, talking with a few native Alderaanians. The figure was a little smaller in stature than Han himself. His skin was colored teal and sported small bumps all over his head until the skin smoothed out more around his snout and bulbous, purplish blue eyes. Two small, oval-shaped ears sprouted from the top of his head, both on one side of the column of hairs lining his head down to the nape of his neck. He wore green pants and a long shirt with a tan vest over, also sporting a typical utility belt adorned with a few imposing weapons.. "Kriff," Han muttered under his breath, being sure the Rodian wasn't looking at him.

  "Han?" He turned his view back to Leia in the back seat of the speeder. She was looking up to him, concern painted very clearly in her features while she prepared to get out of the speeder and see what was the matter. "What's wrong?" she asked.

  "No." Han was quick to push her back into the speeder, perhaps harsher than he had meant. He silently swore and quickly slid in next to her. "Don't worry. It's nothing to worry over," he told her, brushing her long, chestnut hair past her ears. Still, she wasn't convinced. She asked him again, "Are you sure?"
  Han nodded. "Positive." He planted a kiss to her head and told her again, "Don't worry about a thing. Now, let's get you home."

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  Before taking the final steps to the doorstep of the palace and entering, Leia stopped, took deep breaths, calmed her pounding heart. Once she was ready, she let herself in and called out to the dark, empty foyer. "Papa! I'm home! Papa? Mama?"
  A shadow began to creep along the left wall and slowly shrunk in size until Leia made out the live figure of her father as he approached her with open arms. Leia walked into them, embraced her father with genuine love. "I hope you're feeling better now," he said, still holding her in his arms. "When Sabé asked about letting you have a night off, I was really worried. I mean, if Sabé thought you needed it . . ."