there really needs to be more han/luke out there.

[cimorene]

"Han," he said, and Han forgot to breathe: "don't." It was ridiculous how easily he said it, how natural he looked sitting there, how smoothly he moved when he put his hand on Han's shoulder, high at his neck, above the collar of his shirt. Unbelievable the way reality could just slip into dream like this. It must be something about the middle of the night--

--and then he couldn't think anymore, because reality and fantasy alike were gone, and all that was left was the sweet, bright explosion of a kiss on his open mouth.

[an embedded snippet i wrote, which is not going to turn into an actual story, however.]