MORNINGS
Author: Lia
Rating: M
Warnings: Slash, AU, Han/Luke pairing.
Timeline: sometime during the Yuuzhan Vong war.
Summary: Luke makes a promise to Han and to himself.
Disclaimer: Luke, Han and the whole Star Wars Universe belongs to George Lucas.
Pity.
Feedback: I'll be glad and infinetely grateful if you write.
Note: this was written for Han and Luke group list "Story Challenge #13:
2nd December 2003
Write a fifteen minute fic, beginning with the word "Morning--" (You're
allowed to add an 's', or other ending, if you want to.)"
PROMISE
Mornings became his favorite time of the day since they started sleeping together.
Back in Tattoine waking up was hardly pleasant, especially the last years, when
things got worse in the farm – it would usually start with Uncle Owen yelling
and grumbling about this or that.
But ever since he and Han bonded, waking up meant a warm kiss and loving whispers
tickling his ears while the chrono kept bleeping softly, reminding them it was
time already. They would play, laugh, bathe, bicker a little during breakfast,
grumble a little about each other's bad habits while getting ready for work.
Mornings were cheerful and full of expectations for the brand new day that followed.
They were happy, despite all the problems.
They were peaceful, despite the Yuuzhan Vong.
Not anymore.
This morning there were warm kisses and loving whispers as usual, but they didn't
play and laugh. They bathed together in companiable silence, caressing each
other with an almost reverent attention, trying to memorize the lines of their
bodies, the feel of hard muscles and warm skin.
For the first time in years they were parting. And maybe would never see each
other again.
It was war, once more... and they were assigned to different battle fronts.
That was no news, it had happened many times before, when they were still fighting
Palpatine.
Except that this time the enemy was more powerful and both Han and Luke were
not as confident and reckless as they used to be.
In the past, they had nothing to lose.
War had brought them together, war could break them apart.
Luke was going first. He would lead a probe team to Ithor. Han would follow
later with the Fleet.
The young Jedi didn't say goodbye. He just smiled and headed silently for the
door. But then, Han called.
“Hey, kid!”
The Corellian gave his best crooked smile and pointed a finger at his lover.
“Ya'd better come back in one piece or I'll skin you alive, d'ya hear me?”
Luke nodded, blue eyes shining bright, a lovely, impish twitch at the corner
of his mouth.
Oh, yes, he would definitely come back to Han.
Whatever it takes, I'll came back to you.
Whatever. It. Takes.