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crack_van2010-04-10 08:31 pm
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Your Contribution To The War Effort (A Mercenary’s Guide) by threeguesses (R)
Fandom: STAR WARS
Pairing: Han/Leia
Length: 1,062
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: Master List Of Fic
Why this must be read:
Because through all his denials, self-deprecation and statements to the contrary we watch as Han Solo falls in love with Leia Organa. The poor bastard never had a chance, really.
There will be moments that are wonderful. Not days, because nothing good lasts that long, but moments:
You will be getting drunk on black-market wine, celebrating a brief victory that will be rendered inconsequential tomorrow.
Opening up full-throttle in deep space, just for the hell of it, with no one chasing you.
Watching her bend (all the way over), reaching for a supply box as you sit at the consol, refusing to help.
Dancing in the pilot mess, wild, to the impromptu beat of clanging dinnerware.
Catching her up in a hug in the aftermath of a battle, still high on the adrenaline, her hair smelling of smoke and flowers.
Watching her apply lipstick one-handed, quickly, before a briefing.
Undoing her braids as she sleeps, slowly, quietly, then tying them around the bed pole while Luke looks on, giggling.
You may notice that most of these moments include her.
Try not to notice.
Your Contribution To The War Effort (A Mercenary’s Guide)
Pairing: Han/Leia
Length: 1,062
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: Master List Of Fic
Why this must be read:
Because through all his denials, self-deprecation and statements to the contrary we watch as Han Solo falls in love with Leia Organa. The poor bastard never had a chance, really.
There will be moments that are wonderful. Not days, because nothing good lasts that long, but moments:
You will be getting drunk on black-market wine, celebrating a brief victory that will be rendered inconsequential tomorrow.
Opening up full-throttle in deep space, just for the hell of it, with no one chasing you.
Watching her bend (all the way over), reaching for a supply box as you sit at the consol, refusing to help.
Dancing in the pilot mess, wild, to the impromptu beat of clanging dinnerware.
Catching her up in a hug in the aftermath of a battle, still high on the adrenaline, her hair smelling of smoke and flowers.
Watching her apply lipstick one-handed, quickly, before a briefing.
Undoing her braids as she sleeps, slowly, quietly, then tying them around the bed pole while Luke looks on, giggling.
You may notice that most of these moments include her.
Try not to notice.
Your Contribution To The War Effort (A Mercenary’s Guide)
