Leia took off the heavy vest of her snowsuit and tossed it on the cluttered bunk in the crew quarters. She was completely discombobulated. They had managed to avoid the Empire by slipping away in the garbage they jettisoned before going into hyperspace. It had been a clever move on Han's part, unfortunately, that still left them with several weeks to get to Bespin where his friend supposedly administered a city. For the first time since they'd left Hoth, Leia finally had a moment to assess her personal situation. It didn't take long. Okay, I've got nothing.

Han walked by the crew quarters.


He turned around. "Hey, you want something to drink? I'm making coffee."

"No, thank you, but I am going to need some things."

"Okay, what can I get for you?"

"A toothbrush, some deodorant, a hairbrush, basic toiletries."

Han cleared his throat, "Well, let's see. I don't have an extra toothbrush, but you're welcome to share mine if you want, same with the deodorant. I don't have a hairbrush, but I do have a comb you can use."

Leia looked stricken.

"I'm sorry, but it's usually just Chewie and me on board. I'm not really set up for passengers."

Leia put a hand over her eyes. "Great."

"Oh, hey I think Chewie has a hairbrush though. Listen, go through the bathroom, you're welcome to use anything you find."

Leia nodded at him. "Thanks." She bit her top lip. This was going to be a really long trip.

Going through the bathroom had only served to prove Han correct. There was no extra toothbrush tucked anywhere. He had exactly one stick of deodorant with a distinctly masculine scent to it. And all he had was a comb. The one good thing she'd found was a bottle of conditioner that had obviously been a hotel sample. That would at least help with her hair. She'd also found two discarded razors, extra soap, three cans of shaving cream in various states of use, a half used tube of lube, and some out of date condoms. Considering the current state of their relationship , she found the last two items somewhat disturbing. Leia closed the cabinet door and leaned against it. "Shit," she said softly.

Two weeks later, Leia thought nothing of brushing her teeth with a toothbrush that was still wet because Han had just used it. She no longer noticed the distinctly masculine sent of her deodorant, and it didn't really bother her to have to pull Chewbacca's hair out of the brush before she could brush her own hair. There was an intimacy to the way they were living even beyond her now sexual relationship with Han that made her feel warm and safe and loved in way she hadn't felt since childhood. She smiled to herself. Wookiee, smuggler, princess, one big happy family, she shrugged. Okay, she thought.