The Importace of Pants
Han grinned and propped himself and his pillow against the headboard of his bed. He wanted a better view of Leia rummaging around the room. It had been a long time since the two had spent the night together.
“All these years later and you still look good in my shirt,” he said.
Leia bit her bottom lip. “And you still look good without it.”
Han swung his legs over the side of the bed. “Will you toss me my pants, hon?”
“These pants?” Leia asked with a playful smile, picking the item in question off of her chair.
“Yes those pants,” Han said, in an equally playful tone.
“Come and get em, flyboy,” Leia laughed, moving Han’s pants behind her back.
“Leia I’m naked.”
“I know,” Leia said. “Come on. It’s just the two of us. Don’t you want your pants?”
Han sighed and stood up, letting the bed sheet fall from his lap. “Happy?”
“Not as happy as you see