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And You Belong to Me by jedinemo (R)
Fandom: STAR WARS
Pairing: Luke/Leia
Length: 3,310
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jedinemo
Author Website: Profile at FF.net
Why this must be read:
This story shows the meaningful connection that exists between Luke and Leia, whose relationship was always one of my favorites when I first watched the Original Trilogy. Feelings like that don't simply vanish at the drop of a hat, and in this fic Luke and Leia are able to properly say goodbye as their relationship is forced to shift to that of siblings.
She should be celebrating: the second Death Star had been destroyed today, and the Emperor had finally fallen. Of course there had been a celebration, the Alliance crews drinking and dancing and cheering next to their Ewok hosts. And while Leia had smiled and cheered with the rest of them, at the same time she couldn't help thinking that this was just the beginning. That so many obstacles remained to restoring the Republic. The Grand Moffs who might urge the headless Empire into continued combat. The sly members of Palpatine's Inner Circle, one of whom could prove crafty enough to assume the throne. The unsettled debates among the Alliance High Command about what the New Republic should look like. The unknown response of...
Leia squeezed her eyes shut against the endless voice in her head and rolled over onto her side. The rock that had been in her back now pointed into her hip. It was no use; she was not going to fall asleep. There was one thing that might relieve her tension enough to allow her to relax, a comfort she had turned to more than a few times when the stresses of war had become too much. The times when she thought she might die, when they all might. The times when she had turned to Luke.
She glanced over at Han's sleeping form. She shouldn't be thinking what she was thinking. He'd finally declared his love for her after leaving her guessing for what seemed like an eternity. She'd felt like a fool blurting out her feelings, only to have him respond with a cryptic, "I know." In all the long months of his carbonite imprisonment she'd wondered if he didn't respond in kind because he didn't feel the same, or because he was just Han. Even after rescuing him from Jabba, when the sight of him real and unfrozen in her arms had freed her emotions to make the declaration again, he'd been silent on the subject. So to have him at last say that he felt the same should have been the event that finally unlocked all of her to him. Instead, she felt nervous and awkward and not entirely sure what to do.
Their whole relationship had been like that, him pursuing and she retreating, then her coming closer only to have him back away. Their mutual attraction was strong and enduring, but it also had a mutable quality that unnerved her. That element of uncertainty had kept her from ever giving all of herself to him, unlike the way that she had with Luke. Because Luke made her feel warm and safe in a way she didn't understand, and in her moments of greatest need and fear he'd always been there. She'd drawn strength from his steadiness and faithful acceptance of her quirks, enough to overcome whatever no-win position the war had put them in. He'd never asked more from her than that, seemingly satisfied to know that he was the source of her renewed vigor. She needed a dose of that courage right now, to face the monumental task of recreating the Republic.
And You Belong to Me
Pairing: Luke/Leia
Length: 3,310
Author on LJ:
jedinemoAuthor Website: Profile at FF.net
Why this must be read:
This story shows the meaningful connection that exists between Luke and Leia, whose relationship was always one of my favorites when I first watched the Original Trilogy. Feelings like that don't simply vanish at the drop of a hat, and in this fic Luke and Leia are able to properly say goodbye as their relationship is forced to shift to that of siblings.
She should be celebrating: the second Death Star had been destroyed today, and the Emperor had finally fallen. Of course there had been a celebration, the Alliance crews drinking and dancing and cheering next to their Ewok hosts. And while Leia had smiled and cheered with the rest of them, at the same time she couldn't help thinking that this was just the beginning. That so many obstacles remained to restoring the Republic. The Grand Moffs who might urge the headless Empire into continued combat. The sly members of Palpatine's Inner Circle, one of whom could prove crafty enough to assume the throne. The unsettled debates among the Alliance High Command about what the New Republic should look like. The unknown response of...
Leia squeezed her eyes shut against the endless voice in her head and rolled over onto her side. The rock that had been in her back now pointed into her hip. It was no use; she was not going to fall asleep. There was one thing that might relieve her tension enough to allow her to relax, a comfort she had turned to more than a few times when the stresses of war had become too much. The times when she thought she might die, when they all might. The times when she had turned to Luke.
She glanced over at Han's sleeping form. She shouldn't be thinking what she was thinking. He'd finally declared his love for her after leaving her guessing for what seemed like an eternity. She'd felt like a fool blurting out her feelings, only to have him respond with a cryptic, "I know." In all the long months of his carbonite imprisonment she'd wondered if he didn't respond in kind because he didn't feel the same, or because he was just Han. Even after rescuing him from Jabba, when the sight of him real and unfrozen in her arms had freed her emotions to make the declaration again, he'd been silent on the subject. So to have him at last say that he felt the same should have been the event that finally unlocked all of her to him. Instead, she felt nervous and awkward and not entirely sure what to do.
Their whole relationship had been like that, him pursuing and she retreating, then her coming closer only to have him back away. Their mutual attraction was strong and enduring, but it also had a mutable quality that unnerved her. That element of uncertainty had kept her from ever giving all of herself to him, unlike the way that she had with Luke. Because Luke made her feel warm and safe in a way she didn't understand, and in her moments of greatest need and fear he'd always been there. She'd drawn strength from his steadiness and faithful acceptance of her quirks, enough to overcome whatever no-win position the war had put them in. He'd never asked more from her than that, seemingly satisfied to know that he was the source of her renewed vigor. She needed a dose of that courage right now, to face the monumental task of recreating the Republic.
And You Belong to Me