Rough hands brush at the sand, the d i r t that clung to his vest, to every inch of skin. This always happened, her saving him —— him saving her. Han Solo never counted on anything, but even he was starting to believe that if he ever got in a rut (as he had just done) she’d be there. With a dry cough, one that scratches his throat, he forces himself to stand — wobbly as he gains strength.
“Uh ————” he’d never gotten too good at this part. “— Thanks.”
@incantatrx gets something because I said so.
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ya sweet talkin’ me Solo ? I don’t give a SHIT ‘bout yer job nor yer credits as long ya don’t steal mine ! ❜ a candied smile lilts maroon hued brims upwards, revealing porcelain canines beneath, breath ghosting over his face as he nearly crosses gap betwixt them. alabaster appendages walk up his arm —–tap tap tap —– ere coming to a halt ‘gainst tanned skin of neck. ❛ ya gotta be reeaaal careful here or ya might jus’ find out that I BITE !ha ha !❜ ‘tis with abruptness she pulls back ; contemplating whether to give him the cold-shoulder or not. it certainly does SOUNDappealing , just for the FUN of it , howbeit she decides against it.
❛ so I have sometin’ to look at ? swee'heart, I think ya mean ’t reverse ! but fine ! ya can come , but we better take the falcon then ! ❜
“Good/ we gotta deal, blondie !! Our hands only touch what belongs t’us.” Orbs follow her hands, skin alight with each feathered stroke. The scars staining his arms shine in the dim light ; wounds of the damned ——— a life that had chocked out f a t e . The smuggler pulled back slightly, making a show of his hand brushing through sandy locks. HE WAS A MAN WHO HAD NO FEAR, one who’d never pull back. “&& Who’s says I don’t mind a nip or two ??” Brows waggle in confided jest, a flash of white. “Just know if it doesn’t leave a mark, it don’t count.” An added wink, he nods Chewie over, the furry brute gathering their things instantly ( the two rarely needed words).
“As if we’d take anything else !!” T R U S T was hard to build, but the Falcon had his the moment he saw her. “Ya fly with me once, you’ll never want another pilot again.” A haughty smirk, he nudges her shoulder before sauntering in —— the air old, full of stories / battles WON. “Take a look at her while ya can catch her, she’s a beaut of a thing, ain’t she ?!?!”
She liked the sound of smuggling. Not the actual act of smuggling, per se, but the idea of travelling for a living without a care (the latter of which she wasn’t used to) while answering only to the wind, and perhaps, the occasional employer. Leia couldn’t imagine leaving the Alliance, though the thought had crossed her mind in a few desperate moments; their cause was in every breath she took. The idea, however, of there being a time when she could be allowed to indulge in such luxuries was warm to the touch.
“Consider me surprised,” she retorted, though not unkindly. It was a pleasant change. He was company she didn’t mind keeping when they weren’t locked in an argument. For all of their disagreements and vastly different histories, Leia was not so stubborn as to render herself willfully ignorant of their similarities. “To what then? When you’re gone..” Something in her prickled forlornly at the idea of seeing him off so soon. Leia pushed the thought away for another time. His presence would only indulge the feeling. “Back to a life of nothing but seedy cantinas and spaceports? Don’t you ever want something more?”
Hands twitch, moving to run through sandy locks ( always fidgeting, restless ) —— leave it to Leia to make him think. Truthfully ?? He had NO PLANS. The blessing, &&curse of a smuggler’s existence. Han never knew what was to come, what trouble he’d be in next. He however thrived when most would fail. Han was the type to leave no attachments, there were rules to how long he allowed himself to live in one place. Exhausting, lonesome at times, but necessary. He swore he’d never fall, would neverwant to.
Things change. ( much to his grievances ).
“Corellia maybe, at least for a while.” A shrug, a l i e. It sounded better than I don’t know. He cleared his throat, tongue daring across dry lips in nervous habit. “Nothin’ wrong with loosening up with a drink. You should try it sometime.” The vision of that alone made him smirk, chuckle. “More ?? Like what ?? Settling down ??I ain’t the type.” Heart heavy, disappointment weighing down his muscles / fear. “That life’s for somebody else. Someone who’s actually done some good to deserve it.”
Without any hesitation, the bounty hunter returned the embrace. She wasn’t supposed to fall for anyone, yet here she was, falling for a smuggler of all people. There was no getting rid of her, now. His last comment made a fleeting half - smile appear before she was pressing her face into his chest. “Like I ever listen to most people,” she commented, soft voice muffled by his shirt.
“Well I know that much ; ya NEVER listen to me anyways.” It was a half-hearted attempt at a jest, h o p e f u l that it would lighten the mood once more. EMOTIONS were something the smuggler still had a tendency to run away from. A light kiss lingers at the top of her head as hands curl around her chin, poking at her to meet his gaze once more. “&& ya shouldn’t be listenin’ to them. This is —— it’s different.”
Pressing his luck, indeed. Fortunately, she wasn’t one to throw a fit over unexpected kisses. Especially from someone so… charming. “Well, I’ve never asked payment for my charity before. But- what kind of hostess would I be if I turned away such a sweet gift from a friend.” Auren smiled against his now pressed lips, hands instinctively running through his feathery locks.
“Friends should give each other theses kinda gifts all the time.” He can’t help but add as he slowly pulls away. Han remains close however, leaning into her favorable touch. “I wasn’t lyin’ when I said I MISSED ya.” Words flow smoothly, silk to his tongue ; however they are TRUE. Auren was someone he desperately wanted to keep around. “They got a bounty on my head, but I had to stop by. Think I could crash for the night ??”
‘I know. It’s never gonna be easy; I’m not that naive. But it’s POSSIBLE, and where it’s possible, we make it happen. Heck, we’ve even done things others would call IMpossible, so maybe we passed that threshold already.’ He scratches the back of his head. ‘I think you’ll always have trouble as long as you fly the Falcon for the Alliance. It’s a pretty notable ship.’
“Yeah, ‘till those options RUN OUT && then we’re stuck. Luck will always stop at some point. ‘S just a matter of when.” Did he HOPE for the Rebellion’s victory ?? Of course. For him however, n o t h i n g was permanent, which meant he wouldn’t be placing any bets on their victory. “Well I ain’t ever gonna get rid of her. She’s saved your skin too, y’know. They’ll have to leave nothing left of the Falcon if they wanna get to me. Any other ship would surely get us killed.” Always so stubborn.
He was still celebrating their victory ( how many times had they saved each other now ?? he lost count ) ; a job well done. To think they only almost died approximately ten times this mission, that’s a new record.
However, shortly after, her echoing words stopped any && all train of thought. Brows knit in confusion / an invitation for her to REPEAT her statements even if he already knew she never would because he could hardly believe it. Hazel orbs could only stare — visibly flustered all the more so as soft lips were pressed to his cheek.
A smile creeps to his lips, warm eyes meeting her gaze as he rises to stand. “Y’know, I wouldn’t mind celebratin’ all our victories that way …Leia.” A light tease, cheeks still flushed. A pause, his hand reaches out for her own, digits lacing between hers ; skin as s o f t as he imagined it to be. “You did good too y’know.” Han mutters, gaze steady on their locked hands. “We know I’d be LONG GONE if it wasn’t for you savin’ my skin.” An airy chuckle, he finally steals a glance at her.
True fear mixed with anger crossed her features for a moment. About to retaliate, she soon realized he was kidding. Regardless, it struck a nerve with the young woman. “ – You know I’m not usin’ you for your body, right?”
Strong arms quickly wrap around her frame, brows furrowing as a small hint of a grin tugs at his mouth. At one point, he may have had DOUBTS —— but now ?? He never could. Han Solo was in way too deep ( there was no getting rid of him now ). “Nah, you actually LIKE me.” That smile of hers, he’s desperate for it. “Most would say that’s unwise y’know.”
& alabaster appendages tap ‘gainst maroon lips, countenance adopting a THOUGHTFUL expression & a dark brow arches in apparent disbelief.
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you ? ya want ‘t accompany ME ?❜
words fall from honeyed tongue, humor laced ; yet a SHARP edge belies unwillingness to comply. lithe figure leans forward then, bringing face closer to his, a COY smile furling tiers upward.
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an’ how can I be ASSURED that ya don’t run away with MY price
? I KNOW you owe a debt still, an’ that ya will take every chance ‘t gain that money !
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DANGER —— something that would always stir at his heart, make rough hands sweat with a n t i c i p a t i o n . The smuggler practically POUTS at her reluctance / honey orbs gleaming with mischief, a kindling fire as he leans all the closer. “I ain’t nothin’ but an HONEST man.” Most would probably argue the fact, but smooth words continue to fall from his lips. “’Sides, I gotta ‘nother job lined up. I’ll have enough credits &&m o r e —— I don’t need your mere sum.” A quip, he even has the audacity to WINK. “Whaddya say ?? My company will at the very least give ya somethin’ to look at !!”
