With a sheepish grin, she turned away from the mirror to look at Han.
She told him, “I had to try one on.”
Han nodded as his gaze took in the closet’s contents. “It is impressive.”
She smiled at him. “You can tease me. It’s okay. Go on.”
He looked at her. “And why would I want to do that?”
She chuckled. “Because that’s your nature.”
They shared a laugh but as Han’s expression softened she quickly averted her gaze.
Clearing her throat she said, “So I see you left Lando and L3-37 in the cockpit.”
“I wanted to come to find you,” he said.
She looked at him. “Why?”
He shrugged. “To talk, catch up, and maybe,” he gestured toward the bed, “do some other things.”
She rolled her eyes. “And why are “other things” always on your mind?” she asked as she began placing the cape back on the hangar.
“Besides,” she continued, “what are we going to talk about?”
“Maybe we can start at the beginning and you can finally tell me what happened to you.”
Her expression saddened as she shook her head. “Han I wish I could but…”
Han began walking slowly toward her. “But what?”
She looked at him. “Don’t put me through this Han. You know I told you that I don’t want to talk about it.”
He stopped before her. “Qi’ra. We’re far away from Dryden. He can’t hurt you and nothing you can ever say can make me think differently of you.”
She scoffed. “You can say that…but I know the truth,” she said as she began rehanging the cape.
To her great surprise, he took the cape from her hands and slung it, then moving even closer to her. Her stomach was suddenly filled with a rush of butterflies as he stood just inches away from her, the patented musk of his scent making her recall all those glorious nights she spent with him on Corellia.
“And what’s the truth?” he asked.
She knew she should push him away. It would be the right thing to do. But for some reason, his being near her seemed to fill a gap within her that she had waited three long years to be filled.
“The truth is that I’m not the same person I once was Han. And if I told you the things that I have done you would…you would never look at me the same.”
He chuckled quietly with a shake of his head. “That’s not true.”
“Han, I’m telling you, you don’t want to know the things that I have d–”
Before she could finish speaking he pulled her close and kissed her. It was as if an explosion of emotions erupted in her at the same time. On one side she felt panic and anger at the fact that he was kissing her. And then there was the side of her, the innocent side, that had been waiting for this moment for three years. That second emotion was too strong to subdue.
So she placed her arms around him and kissed him back, forgetting the woes of the past and enjoying the pleasures of the present. With the passion of their kissing Han pushed her back toward the wall, ignoring the capes and clothes.
Briefly stopping the embrace they grinned at each other.
“Oh, Han,” she whispered.
“Qi’ra,” he whispered back.
They then continued to kiss for what was too brief a time before she heard someone cough. With her eyes flashing open she looked and saw Tobias Beckett gazing at them from the doorway. She quickly pushed herself off of Han, clearing her throat in embarrassment.
“Am I interrupting something?” Beckett asked with a smirk.
She glared at him. “What do you think, Beckett?”
Han turned toward him with his hands on his hips. “Kinda,” he seconded.
He nodded. “Good, ’cause we’ve got a lot of work to do.”
After he left and Han sheepishly followed behind Qi’ra suddenly felt angry again. What had she been thinking? How could she have let herself allow him to kiss her? Didn’t she know what was at stake?! She kicked the wall and sat down.
Frustrated tears began to fall from her eyes and as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror she could only shake her head.
“What have you done?” she asked herself.