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Challenge fic
Following directions, by Angel
10 minutes of someone frowning at a communicator
Luke frowned at the communicator he still held. Han had been unnecessarily cryptic, which always boded ill. It meant his lover was plotting something, or being eavesdropped on. Luke suspected the first.
Nonetheless, he followed the directions to the letter, picking up the odd assortment of items Han had requested he bring home, pleading too much work to hit the shops himself. The little apartment was dark and silent when Luke walked in. No Han sitting at the holokeyboard, mumbling to himself as he designed or swearing as he revised.
Luke, still carrying the parcels, made a quick sweep. The kitchen was dark, and empty except for a note on a pair of wineglasses that read: “Bring this and the wine to the bedroom. Leave everything else here.”
Luke grinned as he walked down the hall. He suspected he knew what Han was planning. The door opened under his touch, revealing candles and potted plants. A smell he immediately catalogued as wasaka berries drifted by him. He goggled. Candles, plants, food in the bedroom, all were so far out of line with his ideas of his lover, he didn’t know what to expect. Ceremonial wookiee drums, sounding like bells and falling water drew his attention to the bed.
Han lounged there, a bowl of wasaka berries strategically placed. “Come on in kid. Happy Life day.”
“You and your bad wookiee habits.” Luke shed the cloak and tunic, and sat down on the edge of the bed. A quick duck of his head, and he came up with one of the Kashyyk berries in his teeth.
Han took it from him with a kiss. “You love a good surprise and you know it.”
“Love you. Even with your bad wookiee habits.”
10 minutes of someone frowning at a communicator
Luke frowned at the communicator he still held. Han had been unnecessarily cryptic, which always boded ill. It meant his lover was plotting something, or being eavesdropped on. Luke suspected the first.
Nonetheless, he followed the directions to the letter, picking up the odd assortment of items Han had requested he bring home, pleading too much work to hit the shops himself. The little apartment was dark and silent when Luke walked in. No Han sitting at the holokeyboard, mumbling to himself as he designed or swearing as he revised.
Luke, still carrying the parcels, made a quick sweep. The kitchen was dark, and empty except for a note on a pair of wineglasses that read: “Bring this and the wine to the bedroom. Leave everything else here.”
Luke grinned as he walked down the hall. He suspected he knew what Han was planning. The door opened under his touch, revealing candles and potted plants. A smell he immediately catalogued as wasaka berries drifted by him. He goggled. Candles, plants, food in the bedroom, all were so far out of line with his ideas of his lover, he didn’t know what to expect. Ceremonial wookiee drums, sounding like bells and falling water drew his attention to the bed.
Han lounged there, a bowl of wasaka berries strategically placed. “Come on in kid. Happy Life day.”
“You and your bad wookiee habits.” Luke shed the cloak and tunic, and sat down on the edge of the bed. A quick duck of his head, and he came up with one of the Kashyyk berries in his teeth.
Han took it from him with a kiss. “You love a good surprise and you know it.”
“Love you. Even with your bad wookiee habits.”