About an hour later, Leia was lying on her bed, dozing off. She didn't want to be mad at Han, but she felt that she had to be mad at someone at the moment, and he was the only one around.

She was startled awake by the sound of the door opening, and she glanced up to see her husband sheepishly enter.

"Are you still mad at me?" He asked.

She brought her head back down against the pillows, looking away from him. "I haven't decided yet. Come back later."

"No. I have something I want you to hear, first."

She rolled over and sat up, only then noticing the piece of flimsy he had in his hand.

"What's that? You have to write down your apologies now?"

"No, I think you'll like this better. This is an article I wrote about the sexiest woman alive."

Her eyebrows arched up. "Oh, really?"

He walked over and sat down next to her. "Really. Now, the writer is a little biased, but he's pretty perceptive so I respect his opinion."

"That's debatable, but we'll see."

"All right then." He held the paper up and began reading. "Princess, rebel leader, diplomat, loving wife of the incredibly handsome rogue Han Solo."

"I thought this was supposed to be about me."

"Don't worry, it is. These are just a few ways to describe the incredibly beautiful, talented, not to mention forgiving, Leia Organa Solo."

"Don't be so sure about that 'forgiving' part just yet."

"Excuse me, I'm reading here. Although her taste in men is questionable…"

"Okay, that I agree with."

"Her kind heart and concern for all beings shines through. I'd challenge anyone to find a more caring individual. Aside from rescuing the galaxy from certain doom against the evil Empire, she managed to rescue one, lowly Corellian smuggler from a lifetime of loneliness."

"Han, I think I get – "

"Shhh… there's more. If you look into her deep, brown eyes it can make you weak in the knees. Her thick, long hair just begs for you to run your fingers through it, and her smooth skin is even softer than it looks."

"I think whoever wrote this invaded my private space."

"Repeatedly. While her sarcasm can sometimes overwhelm you, just a touch of one of those perfect breasts can – "

She slapped his arm with the back of her hand. "Han!"

"What? There was a topless photo in my article, I thought there should be one in yours, so I drew it, see?" He turned the piece of paper toward her, proving that he had, indeed, made a little sketch to go with the writing.

Leia felt her face flush a little bit, but she couldn't stop the juvenile laughter from escaping her lips. "Okay, okay. Are you done making your point yet?"

"Almost. There are a million reasons that she is the sexiest woman alive. Her beauty, her laughter, her smile, the fact that she doesn't take any crap from anyone, the way she looks when she's just been ravaged by her husband."

"You don't have a sketch for that, do you?"

"I only had an hour. Maybe in our next issue. Nobody quite knows why the most beautiful woman in the galaxy agreed to marry a man like Han Solo, but she should know that he loves her more every day. And the sexiest man alive hopes that the sexiest woman alive knows that there is no woman in the galaxy he'd rather spend the rest of his life with besides her."

Han's eyes moved from the flimsy to look at Leia, anxiously awaiting her response. Sometimes she hated how difficult it was to stay mad at him. But other times, such as this one, she didn't mind so much. "Well," Leia said. "I have to admit I agree with most of what was written. Who was this poignant author, anyway?"

"Well, he's not the best writer in the world or the smartest guy, but I heard he's great in bed." His hand found its way to her knee and slowly moved up along the outside of her thigh.

She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. "Prove it."

A broad grin swept over his face before he leaned in and kissed her passionately, lowering her back to the bed. She responded eagerly, and after a few moments he pulled away. "Does this mean you're not mad at me anymore?"

"What do you think?" She asked just before she reached back to gently squeeze his rear end.

"You trying to reclaim your territory?"

"I didn't realize I'd ever lost it."

"Trust me, you didn't."

Her hand slipped under the collar of his shirt and caressed his neck. "Either way, I figure I have to make it very clear to the rest of the female population that this sexy scoundrel is mine."

"I wouldn't have it any other way. I love you, Leia."

"I love you, Han." She pulled his head down to kiss him again, reminded once again that making up was by far the best part of fighting with him.

If this was what it was like to be married to the sexiest man alive, she decided she didn't mind at all.