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"You want a reminder, huh?" She lets a sharp little smile grow on her face, her brows raising. For you, flyboy, maybe a full repeat performance. "You think you can handle that tonight?"

Probably he can--after a few days away from home, he always grows as hungry for contact as she does. And tonight, especially tonight, they could both stand to take comfort in each other's presence. It's a peculiar way to solve this problem, but besides an argument or a mission, she can't think much that they do better together

(Besides, it's not as though they'll end up with more of a pregnancy at this point. They might as well.)

"Because," Leia continues, letting her fingertips slide down his neck, coming to rest at his collarbone, "that could be arranged."

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It might say something awful about him, that his go-to reaction is to flirt with her as a way to push past the guilt. Really, though; they've made their bed and laid in it, now's not the time to be shy. Right or wrong, he does love her. And he loves the idea of this, beyond all the uncertainty and worry and complication. The idea of a child-- two!-- all theirs, no questions.

"Can I handle you?" He says it like of course, leaves it unanswered to flatter her. As well as anyone can. He reaches to curl his hand around hers, lifting it to kiss her knuckles, never taking his eyes off her. This is a much better way to work through it than an argument, he thinks.

"It's definitely been too long." It hasn't been that long at all. But still.

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Maybe it's not the most flattering of facts about them, but nobody else needs to know. If it works--and it does, if the way the tension slips from her shoulders is any indication--then that's what matters. Their lives are complicated enough without bringing Han's status as an outsider to this universe into the picture. If they can make that part more bearable...

Besides, the way he's looking at her, his mouth at the backs of her fingers and his eyes crinkling with amusement, she wants him. It's impossible not to, with his hand warm on hers.

"And Ben's asleep." So, for that matter, are the twins, if they can be said to sleep. She'd bet ten credits that they're going to start making her mornings a nauseated hell in a week or two, but for now, they're in the clear. "You know, it's going to be harder to find time for it with three children."

Especially when two of them are needy little infants. She doubts they'll want to look for much besides sleep.

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With all they've been through-- apart and together-- it's little wonder they've gotten good at comforting one another, even if their methods are a little particular.

He hums approvingly. Ben's asleep-- he'd never have imagined what a triumph it would feel like, the first time their son slept through the night-- and for now, that's all they have to worry about.

"Then we'd better make the most of it," he murmurs, leaning in to kiss her again, tangling his fingers in her hair.

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"Mm," she agrees, her mouth buzzing light against his. It doesn't seem so bad to have things out this way, mostly because the press of his lips is enough to quiet some of her worries. There's something a little celebratory to it, worried as she's been for the last day--or there should be, at least. They care for each other, and they're resigned to taking the future as it comes. They might as well try to be a little welcoming of that future.

Taking hold of Han by the belt buckle, she pulls him along toward the bed. Give her an inch, and once she's decided to go along with it, and she'll take a mile.

"Come here." Next to the bed, she's pulling at his shirt, looking up at him intently. "I want to see just what you can handle."