how about BOTH squashed into one fic
Leia cannot believe her eyes. Or her ears. Or her nose, actually. She can’t seem to believe any of her senses because is she really trapped in a broom closet with Han Solo?
Yeah. She is.
“Try to– reach the– handle–”
“No use, Highness. It’s locked.”
And, of course, she trips and there’s a great deal of banging and suddenly she’s in his arms and it really takes a moment for either of them to realize–
“Get your hands off of me!”
And she yanks herself away from him, sending her head flying back and hitting the wall. At that point, she doesn’t have the patience to argue.
With her head still against the wall, she tries again: “The handle, Captain Solo. Sometimes they get stuck and you just have to… just open the goddamn door.”
It’s pitch black, but she can faintly see him move to the door again.
“Like I said, Princess. We’re locked in.”
“Oh, just let me–”
I forgot to mention that this broom closet is incredibly tiny and even one average-sized step taken by a smaller-than-average princess is enough to knock over everything in the room. Including said princess.
And so for a second time, Leia is catapulted at Han. (Who is, to her dismay, more than happy to catch her.) (And to her even worse dismay, there are now several brooms and various large objects pinning her to him.)
“You know, Worship, while we’re in here, we can always–”
“Don’t even finish that sentence, Captain.”
“I’m just saying, no one needs to know–”
“You don’t need to finish that sentence, either. And the answer is still no.”
(She’s ignoring the fact that their faces are mere inches apart and he’s very right in saying that no, no one has to know, and maybe if she just turns off her brain for a second she can–)
And then there’s a blinding light coming from the doorway and
“Leia? Han? Wait– what are– you’re– oh– oh!”
“No, Luke, it’s not– we weren’t– it’s not what it looks like…” Leia sighed, kicking away the four broomsticks that had been crushing her.
“Not yet, anyway,” Han added as he slipped past her out the door.
“Not at all, Captain,” Leia said coldly through gritted teeth.
(And for the sake of her own sanity, she ignores the wink that Han gives her as she shoves past him.)
(She also ignores the shade of red that her face is turning.)