Author's Note (EsmeAmelia): Yup, it's really me this time. ;) I'll be writing this chapter. Never done a collaboration fic before, so this is an interesting experience for me. Btw, this chapter doesn't follow COPL's (horrible) version of Han and Leia's marriage - hope Mylinda doesn't mind that.
Han's heart was still beating as rapidly as it had when he had gotten up this morning, relishing in the fact that it was the last time he would wake up as a single man. No...now it was beating even more rapidly. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if he ended up with a joy-induced heart attack.
His bride stood next to him, savoring the cheers as intensely as he was. Her white lacy veil half-concealed her hair, though bits of that perfect shade of brown still managed to peek out. Her smile was wider than he had ever seen before.
He discreetly wiped sweat from his face with the back of his hand. The gardens of Naboo were gorgeous, but the heat was rather intense. Or perhaps the smell of the flowers that decorated the table was so intense that it was making him dizzy. Or maybe it was just his nerves.
Leia's knife was delicately sliding into their wedding cake, bringing Han both excitement that he was finally going to get to taste it and slight disappointment that she was damaging the work of art the chefs had created. Five layers of pure white icing adorned with lavender ribbons and multicolored flowers made of what appeared to be the richest frosting available. Small figures that somewhat resembled the bride and groom stood perched on top of the cake, as if daring the guests to see how much they could eat before the figures would fall.
The bride pulled out a small piece of cake, settling it on a plate barely big enough to carry it. Balancing the plate on her palm, she slowly lifted it towards her new husband's face, her other hand delicately picking up the slice. Han slowly opened his mouth, closing his eyes, ready to taste the sweetness...
"Princess Leia, could I have a word with you?"
Han groaned softly, immediately recognizing the fast tempo and no-nonsense tone of a reporter's voice. He opened his eyes, seeing that Leia had indeed ceased her action to talk to the reporter.
"I'd prefer if we could finish this first," she said, keeping a happy air in her voice even when she was annoyed.
The golden blonde haired reporter acted as if Leia hadn't made any requests. "Your Highness, when would you say you first realized you loved General Solo?"
"Well...it was before today, obviously."
The immense crowd laughed - even Luke and Chewie were snickering from their seats in the front row of chairs. And Han would have thought they were on his side. His mouth was twitching, hungering for that cake that was now resting on the plate on Leia's palm.
"Have you experienced any disapproval from your fellow Rebellion leaders?" the reporter continued, her too-white teeth reflecting the sunlight. "After all, someone of your rank marrying a low-life smuggler..."
"Low-life??" Han exclaimed, pointing an angry finger at the reporter. "Look lady, I dunno where you've been lately, but I happen to be a GENERAL."
"Sweetheart, there are cameras here..." Leia muttered through her teeth.
"Then they oughta know the truth," Han retorted, glaring at the reporter's violet eyes which had probably been surgically made that color. "Why's it your damn business anyway?"
Chewie was burying his face in his paw and shaking his head.
"I could've been panhandling on the streets and it'd still be none of your business," Han continued.
"WELL, panhandling isn't too far below smuggling, is it?" the reporter said with a loud sniff.
"Han, it's fine," Leia said, holding the cake up closer to his face before turning her attention back to the reporter. "I'll have you know that the Alliance has been nothing but supportive of our relationship. And why shouldn't they be? Han is one of the Rebellion's most important fighters."
"Uh-huh...but he didn't START that way, did he?"
"No one STARTS as a fighter," Leia said loudly, her irritation beginning to show despite the millions of people watching. "They start as babies."
The crowd's immense laughter gave Leia the opportunity to finally slip the cake into Han's mouth. The groom bit down the instant the cake reached his tongue, slipping out of the reception for a moment and into the sweetness in his mouth. He chewed slowly, savoring the cake's taste and texture.
"General SO-lo," the reporter said in an overly obnoxious voice, unwelcomely bringing Han back into the real world, "how does it feel to always be living in the princess's shadow?"
"And who says I'm livin' in her shadow?" Han snapped. "Which part of 'General' don't ya understand??"
"The part where that word is associated with you," the reporter said haughtily, her eyes batting obnoxiously. "Oh, by the way, you've got some frosting on your lips." She pointed a pink polished fingernail at Han's mouth.
Han growled as he wiped his lips with the back of his hand, but before he could respond, Leia stepped between him and the reporter, slowly waving her hand. "You don't need to ask us any more questions," she said in a low voice.
The reporter's face suddenly stretched, her eyes widening. "I don't need to ask you any more questions," she repeated.
Leia nodded, giving a sly grin. "You can go home now and leave us to our wedding."
"I can go home now and leave you to your wedding." The reporter turned sharply and strutted out of the garden, oblivious to the crowd laughing around her.
Chewie was chortling, slapping his knee with his large paw. Next to him, Luke was rolling his eyes, but at the same time seemed helpless to stop a grin from forming.
Leia turned to face her husband, kissing his cheek, licking what was left of the frosting off his skin.
"So what's the press gonna say about you performin' a mind trick on one of their reporters?" Han muttered to his new wife.
Leia smiled. "For once in my life, I don't care."