We Want You...To Be a Writer, too."

One of the benefits of all of these de-lurkers coming out and commenting is to confirm that Zyra and I really aren't just talking to one or two people and that's it.  Not that those one or two regular commenters aren't very important, it's just nice to hear from others, you know?  One recurring theme I've noticed is many lurkers who say that they don't write.  I'm not saying everyone has to write but it just got me thinking about a few things I might want to say to those people and then, voila, the beauty of having a blog - I get to say those things to them even if they don't want to hear it.

I guess because I enjoy writing so much I feel the necessity to encourage others to give it a shot.  I mean I get that it just isn't for everyone, but if you have at least THOUGHT about it, entertained the idea for one iota of a second, then you have desire to write and, in my opinion, have nothing to lose if you pursue it.  How many other hidden, scary desires can you say that about?  You don't HAVE to share what you write, (although you know we'd all like to see it).  But if that's what's stopping you from writing, don't let it.  Just get it out on paper with the understanding amongst your inner self that you never intend to share it with anyone.  Don't let US be your roadblock.

The thing about writing, in my opinion, is perspective.  Everyone has a different perspective on everything.  It may be similiar or in agreement to what someone else has written or said, but when you write it down, it's yours.  And if it's grammar or spelling or punctuation that you're letting slow you down, none of that affects perspective. 

I have a son that has a penchant for writing.  He takes notes on his iTouch about whatever strikes him.  Now I know the majority of the reason I enjoy reading what he has written is because he is my son and by default whatever he creates is amazing.  But it's more than that.  For instance, when he writes about a road trip that I was with him nearly 100% of the time and then I read about it, I get to see that same trip through his eyes and it's an entirely different journey.  That's particularly awesome.  Now, he's only 10 so grammar, spelling and punctuation are not at their best, but his story comes through regardless (and that's what beta readers are for anyway).

So, it's another Han and Leia story and every aspect of their lives has already been done to infinity?  Until we've heard YOUR take on it, we haven't seen everything.  All I'm saying is, that big or little idea that keeps rolling around in your head?  That tiny piece of dialogue that you run through your mind while driving home from work?  That cute or funny or sexy idea that you thought of the other day and then dismissed it?  Write it down.  That's how I started.  Worry about finding the courage to share it later.

Well, that's it from the soap box for today, folks.  Now go forth and write!   

Joint Story - Chapter 18

(Okay, this picture has nothing to do with the Joint Story, but you guys were talking about Leia's hair for the movies and this is how I picture older Leia.  I know - SHORT hair for her - but I just don't see the long elaborate buns and do's.  Anyways, thought I'd share that visual.  Also, I think it is an attainable look for Carrie.)


Joint Story - Chapter 18

Please don’t let me love him.  I won’t be able to handle it when he leaves.

It took a few moments for her to get past that thought.  She realized that all of the ramifications of what had happened to her on the Death Star and to her home planet of Alderaan, had all not yet played out completely.  Would the loss of everything that was dear to her render her incapable of love and commitment?  Would the fear of loss forever taint the way she lived her life now?  Was she broken?  Is that why she feared her growing feelings for Han?  Yet another sobering thought. 

No one could walk away from that experience undamaged, she realized that.  But just how damaged was she?  Would she ever really know?  One thing was for certain, the Leia Organa lying in the captain's quarters of the Millennium Falcon would never be the same Leia that had stepped foot on that Death Star in shackles.  It was a daunting task...rewriting oneself.  She closed her eyes and thought about her current situation, her choices, her life.  Is this how you want to be rewritten?

A soft knock on the cabin door jarred her from her musings.  It was an unfamiliar sound.  No one really knocked on the metal doors of a ship's quarters.  Intercoms and announcers were the norm.  The Falcon's announcers were out-dated and broken and unlike other things, like the hyperdrive and laser cannons, Han hadn't seen the necessity in fixing them or updating them.  Leia could understand the sense in that, after all, it was usually only he and Chewie couped up on the small ship.  Regardless, the knock repeated in earnest while she was processing its occurrence and it was now accompanied by a faint "Leia?" in what she recognized as Han's voice.

She sat up and hit the door controls that were inset at the alcove of the headboard before thinking the entire thing over.  As the door slid open, she pulled the covers over herself.  She was wearing an Alliance undershirt and drawstring pants, so she was hardly indecent, but if she had been thinking clearly she would've at least slipped on her robe before opening her bedroom door to a man.  The entire lapse in judgement was nearly all worth it, however, when she saw the look on Han's face as he found her sitting in his bunk clutching his sheets to her chest.  One would've thought that she was sprawled naked and doing back flips if judging solely by his reaction.  She took a moment to enjoy the color on his cheeks, a pleasant role reversal for the two of them.

"Um," Han stammered as he stood in the doorway, apparently not yet ready or able to enter the room.  "Are you okay?"

"Yes," she answered quickly, sitting up a little straighter.  "Why?"

He shook his head and seemed to gather his wits.  "I thought I heard something.  Wanted to make sure you were alright."

"I'm fine," she said and regretted that it came out sounding snappy.

Han nodded in response and began backing out of the door with an apology.  But before his hands could reach the door controls she stood and scurried towards him saying, "Wait.  I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to snap."

"It's alright.  I just wanted to make sure you were okay.  You know, after last night."

"I know.  I know.  I acted horribly and you have a right to worry and now I'm snapping at you.  I'm sorry."

She stood a few paces from him, his sheets still clutched to her chest but now hanging down and not doing much of anything as far as cover.  His gaze traveled over the length of her and she had to remind herself that she was indeed properly dressed.  Again, maybe it was because she was standing in his quarters, wrapped in his sheets, whatever it was she knew with the way that he was looking at her that he was seeing something else entirely and she found her body reacting in kind.  A nervous, yet pleasant warmth blossomed inside of her and spread through every blood vessel and limb.  When the telltale warmth reached her cheeks she bowed her head and looked away from him.  What does this mean when he does this to me?

Leia may've been naive when it came to intimate relationships with men, but she wasn't dumb.  She knew what it meant all the while trying to pretend that she didn't.  This was what she was fighting.  This feeling of nakedness, of vulnerability, of want, desire and loss of self-control that she experienced when she was around him.  A different Leia, in a different reality may have been able to face these things as normal people would.  But with so little is left in her control, for someone that is forever teetering on the edge of sanity, what's normal to others becomes impossible for them.  Or at least seemingly impossible.  But it is possible.

"Hey."  Han took his finger and lifted her chin.  He had stepped closer to her, found the courage to join her in his room.

"Hey," she croaked back as her eyes found his.  This doesn't have to be terrifying.

"You don't look alright."

"I drank too much."

"I noticed."  The breath from his silent chuckle ghosted across her cheek.

"I owe you an apology."

"For what?  Being human?"

You're the only one I'm able to be human with.  She swallowed.  It was then that she realized that her worries from earlier were in vain.  There was no use hoping that she wasn't in love with him.  It was a futile gesture, a foregone conclusion.

"Leia," he began but then stopped.

"I love you," she blurted out into his silence.  Everything felt lighter when those words had escaped her.  "I don't know if I said it before, but I do.  And...I wanted you to know."

Han took his face in her hands, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs.  "Are you sure you're sober?"  He asked with a smile.

"Positive.  I can recite the Alliance pledge if you'd like."

"Not necessary," he replied.  "And, just so you know, you didn't say it before - that night.  But the way you acted, what you did...it was the first time I allowed myself to think maybe you did."

She felt gloriously freed from some heavy armor that she hadn't even been aware she'd been wearing.  But she was also very much attuned to the fact that he had not yet responded in kind to her.  It was no matter, really.  In her heart she was sure that he loved her, had proven it time and again.  On some level she believed that she knew him and if he was unable to find the words, it was more his nature than lack of the feeling.  I don't need the words.

"Oh," he said as if remembering something.  "And I love you, too."

She smiled and rose up on her tiptoes to allow her lips to meet his.  She dropped the sheet she had been holding and wrapped her arms around his neck.  Eager and elated at the turn of events she moved to deepen the kiss but Han stopped her.  Placing his hands on the side of her face, more purposefully this time than before, he studied her eyes and asked, "Are you sure this is you?"

This is who I want to be.  "Yes," she whispered adamantly with more than a hint of impatience in her voice.

Han seemed to take the answer and the hint with much delight as he lowered his face to hers and relinquished himself to the kiss she had tried for earlier.  The feel of his lips on hers, his tongue invading her mouth, his hands running over her back and hips, it was all so foreign, yet addicting and...safe.  She longed for him to touch more of her, relishing in the bold feeling that his hands teased out of her.  This is who I can be.

"Leia," he whispered her name through her hair, his breath hot against her ear.  "Leia," he said her name again, louder this time.  Something all of a sudden didn't feel right, he was no longer in her arms.  There was a loud banging coming from somewhere on the ship.  Had he left her to tend to some repair?  Before she could curse the Falcon for her poor timing, she heard her name again, "Leia!"

Her eyes sprang open, she sat up and clutched the covers to her chest as she watched the door to her quarters slide open.  It took a few blinks for her to realize that she had been dreaming. 

"You alright?"  Han asked, the words so similar to her recent dream but his voice, mannerisms and their delivery were worlds apart.

"Yeah, wha-"

"Get dressed," he snapped.  "We got company."  And with that he turned and headed down the corridor and out of sight.

It took a moment for Leia's mind to catch up to reality, her breathing was heavy from being awaken so suddenly and from such a dream.  A dream!  More than a small part of her felt robbed at the unfairness of it all.  The freedom, the elation - his hands! - had all felt so real...so wanted.  She let out a deep breath but when she heard Han call her name once more from around the corridor, she sprung into action to get dressed.  Who in the nine hells could this be?

Happy Second Anniversary, Blog!

We are actually a few days late because the first post was actually on March tenth, but close enough, right?  Yes, the blog is two years old.  Our readership has blossomed tremendously, even if we aren't getting as many comments as we used to.  To be fair, when we started, we hardly got any.  Some of the original joint story chapters got zero comments so I'm surprised we even kept going there.  And I know we've not been as active either although recently we've picked things up so we appreciate you sticking with us. 

We hope you are still enjoying reading.  The purpose was to bring together this tight little community and get people talking and writing.  To help writers, which we haven't really done recently but hopefully we can get back to that, but also to showcase work and also to occasionally debate silly topics regarding our favorite fictional movie couple.  Or at least my favorite, but they should be yours, too :) 

It's been a lot of fun although also a lot of work at times.  We've fallen dreadfully behind on the book reviews, but those things are time consuming to write and we want to make sure each one gets its due so that in the future we don't have to read the books again, either!  We'll try to continue to keep the content fresh though and keep you all coming back. 

We've hopefully also made it easier for you to comment.  If you missed it, I had to put back word verification in order to prevent spam because after a few over a couple of days, there were suddenly 15 new ones over the course of about 10 minutes so it was time to increase security a bit.  Hopefully this has not set you all back again and prevented you from commenting. 

Anyway, it's been a fun couple of years and hopefully there will be more fun to come.  We enjoy contributions and ideas so feel free on either or both of those.  And hopefully you're still enjoying coming here.  A few of you have only joined us recently, a few were here from the beginning, and a few have disappeared but hopefully nobody is gone forever.

Happy anniversary!

Movie News That Needs to be Shared and Discussed

Some of you may have heard, but if you didn't, there was an article published today in which Carrie confirmed that she will indeed be back as Princess Leia.  Mark has all but said so and there are somewhat unconfirmed reports about Harrison, but at this point it feels like a done deal.

All right, my intense fear and skepticism has morphed into unbridled excitement.  Are you kidding me?  We get to see Han and Leia on screen as a married couple?  Granted, an elderly married couple, but I would've bet a million dollars only a couple of months ago that something like this would never, ever happen.  Other unconfirmed rumors are that the movie focuses on their child and grandchild, but I'm leaving those open ended because that information is much more of a rumor as of yet.

This information also came after Carrie's somewhat publicized "breakdown" on a cruise ship in which people said she appeared drunk and more than a little crazy and apparently has been to the doctor to adjust her meds.  Apparently video of the "performance" is gone now but I saw it and honestly, to me, it just looked like Carrie being Carrie, but she seems okay now and this interview took place afterward so they will still let her be Leia. 

In other, Harrison-related movie news, I just read that apparently he is going to be in Anchorman 2.  Anchorman is both ridiculous and absurdly hilarious and I am irrationally excited about Harrison playing a straight-laced news man in it, as apparently is his role.  I am loving the idea of seeing him do some comedy and break out like that.  The man is in 4 movies in 2013 as well as Star Wars.  Thank you for not drifting into obscurity in your golden years. 

Seriously, I can't even sleep I'm so excited about all of this awesome movie news.  And I have to wait 2 more years to see the next Star Wars movie. 

***Also, on an unrelated note, I just put word verification back on in order for you to be able to comment on posts.  Sorry to do that to you but after what, a week of leaving it a free-for-all, spam comments started flowing in at an alarming rate.  So I'll try this and see how it goes and if that fixes the issue, or perhaps go to having to register but no word verification and see if that's better.  Sorry again, but there were 5 new spam comments over the course of 5 minutes this morning and I'm sure it only would've gotten worse!

Joint Story: The Sequel. Chapter 17

It had been far too interesting of a day.  Han decided he had been delusional for thinking that they would make it through this little charade unaffected.  It was all just supposed to be some silly play acting until they could move on with their lives.  Yep, completely delusional. 

He also wondered what he was going to say when she asked him again later about what had happened that night.  There was no way she wouldn’t ask, and he was through playing games with her.  He was simply going to have to tell her.

Her question about whether or not he’d been in love had thrown him.  The truth was, he had said the words a few times.  He’d been young and stupid and it just seemed like something he was supposed to say after a certain amount of time, especially when the response from the girl was always so favorable. 

But the relationship, like all of the others, eventually ended.  And he didn’t recall being incredibly broken up over the loss.  Sure, he missed them, but he had no trouble moving on with his life.  Occasionally he thought about what it would be like to pack up the Falcon and go back to his old life, without saying much more than goodbye to Leia. 

Just the thought of never seeing her again made his stomach churn.  He didn’t understand how he could become so attached to someone who had practically made it her job to drive him crazy.  In spite of all of the arguments and her insistence that she couldn’t stand him, he realized that his heart fluttered a little every time she entered a room.  If he wasn’t with her he was thinking about her constantly, and there had been a few times since he’d known her when his fear for her safety surpassed any fear he’d ever felt. 

You love her, Solo.  You’re completely in love with that woman and you have no idea what to do about it. 

He had never been one to hold anything back, so why didn’t he just tell her? 

Perhaps it was the worry that she wouldn’t feel the same way.  But she must have, right?  Maybe it was the worry that she wouldn’t let herself feel all of those things he knew she was feeling. 

Falling in love with an incredible woman – and Leia qualified as more than that – was supposed to be a great thing.  Instead, it seemed to be ruining his life.  For a brief moment he thought about what things would be like if somehow she stopped being in denial and they just stayed married.  He could see coming home to her every day, going to bed with her every night, seeing her face light up with a smile every time she saw him, flying all over the galaxy together.  He never saw himself as the kind of man who’d want such a life, but with her, it was different.  Nothing else seemed to matter.  And yet he also felt like he might as well be fantasizing about growing fur and becoming a Wookiee.  Each scenario was equally far-fetched. 

He rolled over in his bunk, punching his pillow a bit harder than was necessary.  Why don’t you think about that blond you danced with today instead?  She wants you.  You could have her tomorrow…

He heaved out a sigh, his mind preoccupied only with thoughts he was trying not to have. 

Damn it.  She’s not Leia.

 

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Leia was not having a much better time in her attempts to sleep.  Her head was throbbing given that she had surpassed her typical levels of alcohol consumption.  But she suspected that she wouldn’t have had an easier time sleeping even without having too much to drink. 

Her mind wandered back and forth between what had happened last night and her continued failed attempts at trying to remember what had happened on the night that had gotten them into this mess.  While spending time on this planet without the constant threat of death had been a somewhat nice change of pace, she also felt guilty for feeling like she’d abandoned the Rebellion.  That, and all of that dealing with the Empire stuff provided a welcome distraction from thinking about a certain smuggler.  And had afforded her the opportunity to spend a little bit more time away from him. 

As it was, they were spending every waking moment together.  Not so long ago the thought of spending every waking moment with Han Solo would’ve seemed like some sort of nightmare.  He riled her up just for fun and often drove her out of her mind, but at the same time, she always felt safer when she was with him.  Sure, he tended to do some things that defied common sense, but she could also tell that he would do what he needed to in order to protect her.  It was both comforting and disconcerting. 

Somewhere along the line her thoughts wandered back to the night they had been drugged.  She remembered getting dressed to go out with Han, and the appreciative glare that sparkled in his eyes when he saw her dressed in something that for once wasn’t fit for battle.  And he didn’t look so bad either.  But then, did he ever?  She remembered him offering his arm, and she only slightly hesitated before taking it.  It felt good to walk around with that handsome man with her. 

There was food, there was drinking.  What was in those drinks?  Things got hazy after that.  There were so many pieces missing.  She could see him smiling at her; she could almost feel what she had felt then and how much she wanted him.  She could almost hear herself telling him that she loved him.  Did he say it, too?  For a brief moment she thought she could recall kissing him – and not like they had done to close out their little exercise, but a real kiss – but then it was gone.

Wait, when did they get to the hotel room?  This she hadn’t remembered before.  She was practically throwing herself at him.  He was saying some things but she couldn’t make out what.  There might have been more kissing but it was all flashing by too quickly and before she knew it she had thrown off her dress and was standing in front of him almost naked.  Was that what had happened?  Had she really done that?  And had he really…. Wait, what did he do? 

She could see the conflict on his face just before he finally grabbed a blanket and wrapped her up in it.  She felt an odd mix of disappointment she had felt that night and complete relief at recalling these things now that things had not gone further.  She could feel him tucking her into bed and then the memory was gone. 

Her eyes snapped open.  Had she been dreaming or were those real memories?  She didn’t know if she’d ever be able to figure it out without Han filling in the gaps for her.  Had she really thrown herself at him like that?  And had he really consciously not taken advantage of her? 

She didn’t understand how dealing with Han had become more complicated than defeating the Empire, but it had.  And they were both going to have to figure this out because there was no way they’d make it through the coming weeks of so-called counseling if they didn’t really talk and say what was going on. 

Please don’t let me love him.  I won’t be able to handle it when he leaves.

Confession Challenge: Submission #2

Here is another one by StatsGrandma, a newcomer to our fandom.  You guys better get on top of your writing because she is outdoing most of you with submissions and she's only been here a week ;)

 

I CONFESS

Takes place  at the victory celebration on Endor.

"Falling for You" is by Colbie Caillat.  I am stealing her song.

"You wanted this?"  Lando Calrissian said to Han Solo, handing him a fairly large and somewhat oddly shaped case that Han had requested he remove from the Falcon.

"Yeah, that's the one.  I'm amazed, you got it right on your first try,"  Han said, grinning at his friend.

"You gonna tell me what's in there?"  Lando asked curiously.

"Nope."

Lando went off in search of intoxicants.  There was no shortage of them, and most of the celebrants were holding up their end. 

Han scanned the crowd, looking for his beloved Leia.  She'd been dancing with Luke, but Luke had found someone else to dance with, and Han chuckled.  Luke had grown from a complaining farmboy to a Jedi master, a transition Han was glad he'd never had to make; things had been hard enough without what he considered the complications of the force. It wasn't lost on Han that the woman Luke was keeping company with was indeed beautiful.  Good, he thought.  He won't go chasing after either of us.

Han finally located her dancing with Wicket.  He wasn't that much shorter than she was, and she was laughing as she and the creature moved across the ground.

"May I cut in?"  Han said to Wicket.  Wicket glared at him, but Han didn't care.

"Thanks for saving me,"  Leia said sotto voce.  "I was afraid he was never going to let go."

"Should I be jealous?"  Han winked at her.

"Oh, please,"  Leia groaned.  The corners of her mouth turned up in a wide smile.  "I'm amazed that you're still sober." 

"Feel like cutting out for a while?" Han said, giving her his most seductive smile.

"I could use the break." 

"Let's make a run for it before anyone sees us."

The two ran hand in hand, laughing happily as they made their way to a clearing Han, unbeknownst to Leia, had chosen while there was still daylight.  He'd left a backpack there that contained some of the essentials. 

Leia looked to sit down, but Han stalled her.  He opened the backpack and removed two soft blankets, spreading one of them on the ground.

"It wouldn't do for a princess to have to sit in the dirt,"  he teased.  He was pulling her leg; she'd gotten down and dirty all the way down the line.  He liked that that didn't bother her.  But they weren't fighting a war tonight.  Tonight, there was peace in the galaxy, and the sky gleamed with a creamy white moon and hundreds of millions of stars that gleamed.

"This is nice,"  Leia said, smiling shyly at him. 

"We may be members of the tribe, but I think I've had enough mobile rugs for one night,"  he said to her.  "They really have bad breath."

This caused Leia to burst into laughter.  "They do, don't they?"

"And their idea of ale...I could burn a hole in my stomach just thinking about it.  I'm ready for some lager that isn't rotgut.  What about you?"

Han sensed that she was nervous, as if she and he both knew of what was to come that evening, but neither had spoken of it.  Yet.  Han went to the backpack again.  "I've been saving this," he told Leia as he produced a bottle of Alderaanian Emera wine.  He pulled out two glasses and took the opener he carried on his belt to uncork it.

"You went all the way to Nenmo's for this?"  It touched her heart that he would have gone out of the way to find a reminder of her vanished home.  "When did you do that?"

"I asked Admiral Ackbar to send me to Cularin." Han grinned at her again.  "He said fine, so long as I brought him back some celebrity bobbleheads."

"Some what?"

"Guy collects 'em."

Leia laughed.  "Funny, Admiral Ackbar doesn't strike me as the tacky tchotchke type."

"Everyone's got a secret,"  Han said, laughing.  He sat next to Leia, pulling her close and touching his lips to hers.  They held the kiss for a long while, his tongue darting against hers enough to make her moan softly. 

Gods, he wanted her.  Wanted her so much.  He sensed that she wanted him, too, but was rather nervous about the whole intimacy business.

"So what's your secret, Flyboy?"  she asked teasingly.

Han reached over and grabbed the case Lando had brought to him.  "This."

"What is it?"  Leia asked, with some trepidation.

"It's a guitar.  The Emera wine wasn't all I bought at Nenmo's."  He began to open the case. 

"It reminds me a little of a Jinda. Or a Zeltron lute."

"But with a much sweeter sound." 

Leia watched as Han's hands moved deftly to the tuning pegs.  He began to adjust them, trying to get them in tune as he used his other hand to play each string and then form them into an arpeggio to make sure they were properly in tune.

"It has a lovely timbre," Leia agreed.  "I never knew you were musical."

"It's not something I exactly put out as a public service announcement." His hands were involved in practice scales.  "For one thing, I'm not that good."

"If your hands are half as good on the guitar as they are on me, I'm expecting more than that,"  Leia said, blushing a little.

"It's not just the guitar.  I've got a confession to make." 

"Let's hear it,"  Leia said teasingly, but her expression was gentle and soft.

"I like love songs.  Really sappy ones.  There, now you can make fun of me."

Leia leaned in to kiss him again.  "I consider this to be an amazing new dimension about the man I love." She kissed him again.  "So what can you play?"

"Mostly instrumentals,"  he said.  Having gotten the instrument tuned, left hand formed chord patterns as his right hand moved over the strings.  Leia gasped as she grasped what he was playing.  It was a love song that had been popular in Alderaan for centuries.  He played several selections from traditional Alderaanian music.  Leia's eyes filled with tears, but she couldn't help but smile. 

Just watching his hands was stirring deep emotions in her. "I told you, I'm no pro," Han said at the conclusion of a half dozen songs from Leia's home world. 

"Han, they're beautiful.  I can't believe that you're this good, only because I've never heard you practice.  How long have you been doing this?"

"About five standard years now.  I'd practice in the cargo hold, where I couldn't be heard, because when I was first learning, Chewie had a number of unflattering comments about suffering through my practice sessions."

Leia giggled, sipping her wine.  "You play beautifully.  Let me ask you: do you sing?"

"Okay, now we're moving into dangerous territory here,"  Han said, a little nervously.  "As I said, I play mostly instrumentals."

"I don't know if I've ever mentioned it, but one of the things I love about you is your voice, especially when you're alone with me.  It's soothing.  All right, not when you're cursing in 600 dialects about the hyperdrive on the Falcon, but when we're away from everyone, you speak very softly."  She kissed him again.  "Please sing something for me."

"You're gonna scream and run.  You've been warned."  He cleared his throat.  "This is something I picked up at Nenmo's about three years ago.  It's from Earth in the early 21st Century.  It's about...it's about how I felt...when I met you."  He hesitated.  "Please stop me at any time.  The vocal line's a little thin."

Han took a deep breath and began the song.

"I don't know but/I think I may be falling for you/dropping so quickly/maybe I should/keep this to myself/Waiting till I know you better/I am trying/not to tell you/but I want to/scared of what you'll say/and so I'm hiding/what I'm feeling/but I'm tired of holding this inside my head/I've been spending all my time/just thinking about you/I don't know what to do/I think I'm falling for you/I've been waiting all my life/and now I've found you/I don't know what to do/I think I'm falling for you/falling for you..."

"As we're standing here/and you hold my hand/pull me towards you/and we start to dance/all around us/I see nobody/here in silence/it's just you and me/I am trying not to tell you/but I want to/scared of what you'll say/and so I'm hiding/what I'm feeling/but I'm tired of holding this inside my head/I've been spending all my time/just thinking about you/I don't know what to do/I think I'm falling for you/I've been waiting all my life/but now I've found you/I don't know what to do/I think I'm falling for you/falling for you..."

"Oh, I just can't take it/my heart is racing/emotions keep spinning out..."

"I've been spending all my time/just thinking about you/I don't know what to do/I think I'm falling for you/I've been waiting all my life/and now I've found you/I don't know what to do/I think I'm falling for you/falling for you/I can't stop thinking about it/I want you all around me/and now I'm scared I am/I think I'm falling for you/falling for you/I can't stop thinking about it/I want you all around me/and now I am scared I am/I think I'm falling for you/falling for you/oh no no/oh no no/falling for you."

Leia smiled at him with a tenderness with even more depth than before.  "I love you."

"I know."  He looked up hesitantly.  "It wasn't terrible."

"It was wonderful."

"Well, you are quite the inspiration."

"And you mine,"  she said gently.  "Is there anything else you can play?"

"Well..."  he had to catch his bearings again.  "I can play a Corellian wedding march.  But I think before that, I'd better have a bride."

Leia looked upon him.  "Did you have anyone specific in mind?"

"As a matter of fact,"  Han said, very softly.  He set the guitar down and knelt before Leia.  "Leia Organa, will be you be my wife?"

She paused for a moment, and then smiled radiantly.  "Yes.  On one condition."

"And that is?"

"That you never stop playing love songs."

"Deal."

 

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