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Leia tried to fix the Falcon, a million thoughts running through her mind. So deep in her thoughts was she, that she didn't notice Han's presence behind her until two arms reached out, two hands touched her own. That scoundrel! Leia thought angrily as she used her back to thrust him away.

"Hey your worship!" Han sounded annoyed. "I'm just trying to help!" "Stop, calling me that!" Leia answered, wishing that he would just leave her alone. "Sure, Leia." She made a small noise of frustration. "You make it so difficult sometimes!" 

"I know, I really do." Han replied. "You could be a little nicer though. Come on, admit it. Sometimes you think I'm alright." Leia hurt her hand and sucked at it angrily. "Occasionally. Maybe. When you aren't acting like a scoundrel." That should get rid of him! 

"' Scoundrel'?" Han repeated, taking her hand and massaging it. He grinned. "I like the sound of that." Anger bubbled up inside of Leia. Why did Han have to be such a bothersome man!? "Stop that." She ordered.

"Stop what?" Han asked innocently. 

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