Mon stepped close, closer than she needed to hand over the stylus.
"Leia, are you sure you've truly thought this through?" No one would hear Mon's words but Leia. She had mastered the art of quietly conferring before a signing. "This will have long lasting consequences for the rest of your-"
"I know what I am doing, Mon," Leia hissed.
She stepped away from her mentor, and added her perfectly practiced signature next to Han's lazy scrawl.
Luke took the stylus after, followed by Chewie.
Han's arms wrapped around her, drawing her close, and her husband banished all thought away.
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Pew Pew: A Collection of Star Wars Shorts
FanfictionA collection of short fics written in response to prompts sent to me on tumblr
