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Han held a steadying hand at Leia’s waist as they entered the apartment. They’d both had a little too much to drink and Han couldn’t quite remember where the light switch was.
Leia giggled as they shuffled into the sitting room.
Han shushed her. It was well past midnight and she was being far too loud in an apartment that was shared with other beings.
“Don’t you shush me,” Leia huffed.
“Come on, Sweetheart, you’re going to wake everyone,” he sighed, and guided her toward the bedroom.
A soft chuckle carried down the hall, Luke was outlined by a dim light at the door to their bedroom.
“Sorry, Kid.”
“Don’t be. I was waiting up.”
“Luke!” Leia all but shouted, launching into his arms. She pulled him down for a sloppy kiss.
Luke flashed a goofy smile when Leia pulled away. “I see you two had fun.” There was no judgment there.
“A little too much if you ask me.” Han stopped in the doorway long enough to kiss Luke on the cheek.
“It’s a shame you couldn’t have joined us, Luke, it was a lovely party.” Leia drawled.
Luke let out a little sigh. “I would have liked to have come too, but it’s not every day I get to speak to someone who has handled Jedi artifacts.”
Leia actually pouted.
Luke laughed, sliding Leia’s shawl from her shoulders and folding it into a neat square. “Tell me about the party.”
Han hovered for a moment, watching Leia brace herself against the doorway while Luke found the hidden zipper on her dress.
Han chuckled, and headed for the kitchen.
He peered into the pantry, spotted a box of seeded crackers that Leia liked, and tried to remain optimistic that the bed wouldn’t end up full of crumbs.
He poured glasses of still water for all three of them, and grabbed a tray for everything and started back to the bedroom.
Huh, no lights in Chewie’s room.
When he got there Leia was already in her nightgown and sprawled out in the center of the bed. Luke sat next to her, nudging her gently when he noticed Han. She protested with a grumble but sat up nonetheless. Her eyes lit up when she saw him.
“Here you go, Princess. Have this before you pass out.” He set the tray down at the foot of the bed, under Luke’s supervision. To Luke he asked, “Where’s Chewie?”
“Out with Lando.”
Han rolled his eyes. Well, he wouldn’t be putting another drunk to bed tonight—this morning—so Chewie would have to handle himself.
Han watched Leia munch a few crackers and go through two of the three glasses of water while he undressed. Then she snuggled up against Luke and dozed off. Luke moved the tray to the bedside table and settled in next to her.
“Glad you were up,” Han smiled as he joined them in bed. He leaned over Leia to give Luke a quick kiss of gratitude.
“Me too.”