Leia kept staring at the floor and playing with a slight tear on her vest. Han cautiously moved his hand out and lightly picked up her chin with his fingers so that her eyes met his. They were filled with a hurt fourteen-year-old's tears.
"I'm sorry, Han. I hate for you to see me like this. I know you're only joking with me. It's just that I'm so sick of jokes. Of people seeing me as the leader, the rebel, and nothing else. Not a woman, or even a human."
Han looked down and contemplated his next words briefly. "You could use a good kiss," Han said slowly. "You deserve a true kiss, one from someone who cares for you deeply. Someone who has been dying to kiss you for ages now, not someone who sees you as a joke. Someone who has been too shy to bear his feelings, but despite that will fight for you and will fight for that kiss. You could use a good kiss."
A solitary tear emerged from the corner of Leia's eye. "Have anyone in mind?" She said barely above a whisper.
Han grinned and replied, "I happen to have an amazing good kiss just waiting to be given to someone. But only when you're ready."
Leia blushed. "I've been waiting my whole life for a good kiss. I've dreamed about it. So...I think I'm ready."
With that, Han drew Leia's face near to his and closed the distance between them. As the world melted away, Leia thought about how she imagined her first kiss to be. It was romantic, gentle...indoors. But best of all, it was good.
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A Good Kiss
FanfictionWhen Leia reacts strangely to one of Han's usual nicknames for her, she tells him a painful story from her childhood. I do not own any of the Star Wars characters. I'm just playing around with them and using my imagination!
