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The Falcon is rarely quiet like this. With Ben and Leia gone to visit her parents, Han working on the other end of the ship, and Chewbacca outside doing some work of his own, it's positively boring down here in the hold. Luke is enjoying it thoroughly. He spent the afternoon tuning the phase inducers in the hyperdrive, and now he's just tinkering around doing maintenance. Organizing supplies, soldering, a little bit of welding. It's nice to have some time alone.
"Hey Luke!"
...Or it was, anyway.
Luke puts down his torch, lifts his mask, and looks up. Han's face is peering down through the hatch and wearing one hell of a smug grin. The pilot looks around.
"Wow. You did pretty good down here, kid."
Luke smirks. He knows that tone. "What do you want, Han?"
"Come up here for a sec, I got somethin' to show you." Han nods and disappears.
"I'll be right there," Luke calls after him, but it's doubtful that Han even heard. He takes a moment to finish his weld and put things away, stands up and stretches, then climbs up out of the hold.
"Took you long enough," Han drawls when Luke finds him in the galley. He's smiling, though, and looks pleased with himself.
"What did you want to show me?" Luke rummages in a cupboard and emerges with a handful of pretzels, which he sits on the counter to eat.
"Look what I found in storage." Han turns around holding a caramel-colored glass bottle, and brandishes it at Luke. It's only 2/3 full. "Corellian brandy," he says conspiratorially. "200 years old. It was just sittin' at the back of a storage shelf, I forgot I even had it." that doesn't mean much to Luke, but he feels he ought to be impressed.
"Wow."
"You ever tried Corellian brandy, kid?" he digs a pair of glasses out of the cabinet.
"No, but I have a feeling I'm about to." Luke eats another pretzel.
"Damn right you are. You're in for a treat." taking the bottle and glasses in hand, Han jerks his head back at the lounge. "C'mon."
Luke watches his friend disappear around the corner. After a moment he shrugs, downs the last of his pretzels, and follows him.
Luke wakes up and immediately groans. His head is on too tight. The Falcon's engines are rumbling in the background; normally a quiet ambiance, now it's deafening. He fumbles for a pillow to block out the noise, and it dawns on him: this isn't his bed. He cautiously opens one eye -- yep, that hurts too -- then the other, and looks around. He's in Han's quarters. With no Han in sight. Why the hell--?
Oh stars, now he remembers.
Corellian brandy.
Closing his eyes again (keeping them open is too much effort), he works on dredging up the details from his brain. He remembers sitting in the lounge with Han until the wee small hours -- to Han's credit, the brandy was very good -- talking and laughing and...and kissing. And then more than kissing. They'd had sex, stars damn it. He remembers them fumbling like teenagers to get each others' clothes off -- they fumbled through the whole damn thing, actually -- and knowing that they shouldn't for a number of reasons, but clearly that didn't stop them. It was hurried and clumsy and awkward and not even very good. He remembers lying there afterward feeling giddy even as the alcohol and endorphins wore off, and crashing into sleep soon after that. He sure as hell doesn't feel giddy now.
Luke sits up in bed, ignoring the feeling of his brain sloshing around in his skull. The air is chilly on his bare skin. He stands up slowly and wraps a sheet around himself before shuffling toward the refresher.
He's only made it a few paces when a familiar set of footsteps lumber down the hallway outside. The door is open; he reflexively glances toward it.
It's Chewbacca.
The Wookiee stops in his tracks. He stares at Luke. Luke stares at him. His eyes dart toward the bed, then back to Luke. He raises his shaggy eyebrows and rather pointedly keeps walking.
Great.
As soon as Luke makes it to the refresher he lets the sheet fall to the floor, then turns on the sonic shower and climbs in. As the first pulses hit his skin, he rests his forehead on the cool metal wall and shuts his eyes. He feels...gross. Han is his friend, regardless of whatever dynamics they used to have. Didn't they agree to put that behind them, anyway? For stars' sake, Han is married. He has a son. And there's no way Leia won't find out, now that Chewbacca knows.
And he still has to face Han, on top of all that.
Luke shakes his head and feels the sonic pulses ruffle his hair. He sighs. Bad move, Skywalker.
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