✧ Sixth Rebellion ✧ A Calm and Pleasant Life Is Not For Me [Action]

[borntorebel]

Closed to Han -

[After three weeks as a child, waking up as her adult self again is a bit of a change. She remembers everything that transpired and grimaces at most of it. The time she spent with Padmé was nice, almost like her childhood with both Sabé and Breha around. However, she doesn't reflect easily on a few interactions.

Luckily, she's always worn loose pyjamas to bed and she's not a very large woman, so walking around in the night gown she fell asleep in isn't too uncomfortable. And the fact that it's very early in the morning helps so that no one sees her steal from the guest room where Luke put her and into the room she normally shares with Han.

She finds him asleep in their bed and she realizes just how much she's missed him, despite seeing him everyday. It... was definitely not the same and she can only imagine the pain he must of gone through to find his already younger wife changed into a girl only a few years older than their daughter. Instead of climbing into the bed with him, she sits on the empty side, amused that he is holding her pillow while he sleeps.

After she's had enough time to calm herself, Leia leans forward and gently touches Han's shoulder. It should be enough to wake him up. He's never been a very heavy sleeper.]

You know, I might have wanted my pillow back.

House 46 Residents

[Hello, family. Instead of a cute little girl at the breakfast table waiting for food to magically appear like it always does, today you get a slightly tired but happy to be normal again woman. Enjoy the slight normalcy as she attempts to drink a cup of coffee and make pancakes for everyone without burning them.]

Around the village -

[Despite her lovely little Shift, Leia is going about her business as if things over the last three weeks haven't changed. She stops off at the Library to return some books she borrowed. She visits both Seventh Heaven and the cafe that Helios runs above it to check in with her former cooking instructors. She makes a stop at the smithy to bring Han (and Sokka, she hopes), lunch from the restaurant. Her final stop is the Battle Dome, where she spends an hour practicing with her lightsaber, trying to get the feel of it in her hands again to not be awkward.]

Comments

[notsosolo]

[Oh, he's been hearing that one from her. But rather different now.]

I like the sound of that more when you can say it like that.

[borntorebel]

As opposed to me saying it when I'm irritated with you? Shall I use it to whisper sweet nothings in your ear?

[notsosolo]

If you're whispering sweet nothings you can call me a lot of things.

[His eyes are still wandering. My that nightgown is rather short on grown Leia, isn't it?]

[borntorebel]

I think I have by now, Han. But we could always try for more, if you'd like.

[Hm, yes, it is a little short. Whatever shall they do about that?]

[notsosolo]

I have every confidence in your ability to come up with more.

[His hand drifts to the considerable amount of exposed leg.]

This thing can't be very comfortable.

[Seeing as it was made for someone much shorter. Who didn't have breasts.]

[borntorebel]

[Being the wife of Han Solo is definitely never going to be a boring time, she knows that. But the hand on her thigh, the low rumble of his voice in her ear, the heady feeling of being the sole focus of his considerable attention is very nice. Especially after so long apart, again.

Honestly, she's not sure she'll ever get used to the sheer amount of feelings he causes her to experience on a daily basis.]

I've worn worse. [A certain slave outfit comes to mind.] But I'm sure you had something in mind that requires it to disappear, no?

[notsosolo]

[Han happens to be of the opinion that Leia deserves better than "worn worse". Even if his motivation is not exactly pure here.]

There are certain adult activities that would work better without it.

[His hand's made its way under the hem and is continuing an upward trajectory.]

[borntorebel]

[Yes, well, generally, she would share that opinion with him, but it's much more interesting to see what he has in mind.

Of course, that hand says a great deal too.]

I don't think tickling me qualifies as an adult activity.

[Do ignore the breathless quality to her voice.]

[notsosolo]

That depends entirely on how it's done.

[The way he's brushing his fingertips across the skin of her thighs, slowly creeping higher and higher? Is decidedly adult in nature.]

[borntorebel]

I suppose you have a point.

[She leans up to brush her lips against his, not a proper kiss at all. While doing that, her hands are slowly wrapping around his neck, teasing the small hairs at the nape of his neck.]

You might have to demonstrate that for me.

[notsosolo]

That can be arranged.

[His voice rumbles as his fingers explore the oh so convenient lack of underwear. Sure, the reason was obvious enough, but he had intimate territory to re-explore.]