Resolutions, by Martha Wilson (pg-13)
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lothy, who just suggested "Star Wars" as a possible fandom for our next challenge. I think we'll do a poll to see what fandom gets it, but until then, I already have a "Star Wars" rec from a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away. ;)
Fandom Category: Star Wars (Original Films)
Pairing: Leia Organa (Skywalker)/Han Solo
Fic Title: Resolutions
Author: Martha Wilson
Link: http://www.ltljverse.com/embassy/stories/resolut1.htm
Rating/Warning(s): PG-13
Genre: General
WIP?: No
Why This Must Be Read: Long, plotty, shippy and excellent characterization - my four favorite things. An awesome story set between Star Wars and The Empire Strikes Back, with excellent UST built up and explored between Leia and Han. The two are sent on a mission to a trading conference and events conspire to bring them closer together. This author has a big name (I think) in the Star Wars fandom, and for good reason. Her characterization is spot on, and she really explores the Star Wars movies wonderfully.
And there's Leia and Han at their best - fighting, snarking, and butting heads. The romantic vibes come through loud and clear, the hallmarks that made this ship so classic, surviving decades. ;)
Excerpt:
Don't even think that. This is as close to sleeping with him as you can afford to get, Leia.
Then Han turned his head a little, restlessly, and as the light shifted she saw he had a black eye. He hadn't had it when he had found her in Sirot's room, despite the bruises from his battle with the Gamorki. "Oh, no," she said aloud.
He sat bolt upright. "I didn't do anything! What? Oh, shit." He fell over on his side, wrapping his arms around his head.
"Sairsa's Freehold," Leia prompted sympathetically.
Han groaned. Leia climbed off the bed, because the view from this angle wasn't helping her concentration either, and started to look for her boots. One was on top of the tallest wooden cabinet.
By the time she had managed to retrieve it Han had stopped moaning and sat up. He ran his hands through his hair and looked around, bleary but coherent. She said, "Thank you for discouraging me from taking my clothes off and jumping in the canal."
"Well, it was against my natural inclination but I wasn't sure if you could swim." He stood up and stretched, easing the kinks in his back.
Looking for her other boot, Leia noticed they both had scratches everywhere. "That last bush?" she asked, looking at her hands.
"Yeah. It must have been some kind of native Vitarin hardwood," Han said, limping across the room. "It didn't have much give to it."
He definitely had a black eye, it hadn't been just a shadow. Leia winced in guilt. "Did I hit you?" she managed to ask finally.
"Huh?" Han looked baffled.
"Your eye," she explained. "It's starting to swell."
He felt it gingerly. "Ow. No, that was from the back of your head. I didn't know you were going to stand up. Just caught me at the right angle, that's all."
"Oh." An inadvertent blow from the back of one's head was better than a deliberate punch, and she doubted that she had had the coordination to manage such a maneuver intentionally last night. Still.... "I'm sorry, Han."
"I'll live," he assured her, limping painfully.
"No, I mean, for everything."
"Okay. Next time I get crazy drunk and go rampaging around the ship I don't want to hear any backtalk from you about it."
Leia sighed and gave in. "All right, it's a deal. Though I may have to enlist help to keep you from taking your clothes off and jumping into the canal."
Han glanced at her sideways, a lopsided grin tugging at his mouth. "I can swim."
Leia choked and buried her head in her bag, pretending to be looking for something. If she started to laugh, she would just burst into tears.
lothy, who just suggested "Star Wars" as a possible fandom for our next challenge. I think we'll do a poll to see what fandom gets it, but until then, I already have a "Star Wars" rec from a long time ago, Fandom Category: Star Wars (Original Films)
Pairing: Leia Organa (Skywalker)/Han Solo
Fic Title: Resolutions
Author: Martha Wilson
Link: http://www.ltljverse.com/embassy/stories/resolut1.htm
Rating/Warning(s): PG-13
Genre: General
WIP?: No
Why This Must Be Read: Long, plotty, shippy and excellent characterization - my four favorite things. An awesome story set between Star Wars and The Empire Strikes Back, with excellent UST built up and explored between Leia and Han. The two are sent on a mission to a trading conference and events conspire to bring them closer together. This author has a big name (I think) in the Star Wars fandom, and for good reason. Her characterization is spot on, and she really explores the Star Wars movies wonderfully.
And there's Leia and Han at their best - fighting, snarking, and butting heads. The romantic vibes come through loud and clear, the hallmarks that made this ship so classic, surviving decades. ;)
Excerpt:
Don't even think that. This is as close to sleeping with him as you can afford to get, Leia.
Then Han turned his head a little, restlessly, and as the light shifted she saw he had a black eye. He hadn't had it when he had found her in Sirot's room, despite the bruises from his battle with the Gamorki. "Oh, no," she said aloud.
He sat bolt upright. "I didn't do anything! What? Oh, shit." He fell over on his side, wrapping his arms around his head.
"Sairsa's Freehold," Leia prompted sympathetically.
Han groaned. Leia climbed off the bed, because the view from this angle wasn't helping her concentration either, and started to look for her boots. One was on top of the tallest wooden cabinet.
By the time she had managed to retrieve it Han had stopped moaning and sat up. He ran his hands through his hair and looked around, bleary but coherent. She said, "Thank you for discouraging me from taking my clothes off and jumping in the canal."
"Well, it was against my natural inclination but I wasn't sure if you could swim." He stood up and stretched, easing the kinks in his back.
Looking for her other boot, Leia noticed they both had scratches everywhere. "That last bush?" she asked, looking at her hands.
"Yeah. It must have been some kind of native Vitarin hardwood," Han said, limping across the room. "It didn't have much give to it."
He definitely had a black eye, it hadn't been just a shadow. Leia winced in guilt. "Did I hit you?" she managed to ask finally.
"Huh?" Han looked baffled.
"Your eye," she explained. "It's starting to swell."
He felt it gingerly. "Ow. No, that was from the back of your head. I didn't know you were going to stand up. Just caught me at the right angle, that's all."
"Oh." An inadvertent blow from the back of one's head was better than a deliberate punch, and she doubted that she had had the coordination to manage such a maneuver intentionally last night. Still.... "I'm sorry, Han."
"I'll live," he assured her, limping painfully.
"No, I mean, for everything."
"Okay. Next time I get crazy drunk and go rampaging around the ship I don't want to hear any backtalk from you about it."
Leia sighed and gave in. "All right, it's a deal. Though I may have to enlist help to keep you from taking your clothes off and jumping into the canal."
Han glanced at her sideways, a lopsided grin tugging at his mouth. "I can swim."
Leia choked and buried her head in her bag, pretending to be looking for something. If she started to laugh, she would just burst into tears.
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