AN: Written for ajediwholovesthebeatles on tumblr, who asked for college AU where Han spills a drink on Leia and ruins her dress. Slightly NSFW. Previously appeared on tumblr and as chapter 11 of 'Shorties'

Leia put on another coat of Shara's blood red lipstick and looked herself over in the mirror once more. She had a new dress on—one that her mother would definitely not approve of. It was black and covered in glitter, had a high collar with geometric cutouts ending just over the cleavage, more cutouts at the waist and all over the back, and a tight skirt that covered nothing more than it needed to. She had on leggings with lace and sky-high heels that made her short legs look a mile long. Shara and Jyn had spent a better part of the afternoon curling her waist-length hair and doing her makeup.

"Damn, Leia. You are going to slay at this party," Jyn complimented, bumping her from in front of the mirror with her hip.

"You don't look half bad yourself," Leia answered. "I'm sure Cassian won't be able to resist." Jyn had been talking with a Cassian Andor for weeks. She was hoping that tonight would be the night he took things a step or two further. "You look amazing, too," Leia said to Shara. The three girls laughed: Shara was dressed in yoga pants and one of her boyfriend's sweatshirts.

There was a knock on the door of their dorm room and Shara opened it to admit her fiancé, Kes, and Leia's brother, Luke.

"Hi, guys—Leia, are you wearing that?" Leia shot a look at Luke.

"I'm finally over my break-up, Luke. I want to go out and have fun. I don't need you telling me how to dress. Now come on, or we're going to be late," Leia said, taking Jyn's hand and marching toward the door. "Have a nice night," she called to Kes and Shara, who weren't coming.

"You, too."

The party was in full swing when they arrived at the frat house. Cassian stole Jyn from Leia's arm and they disappeared through the crowd. Leia found a group of girls dancing in the living room, and she happily joined them. Leia was finally enjoying herself, letting go and having fun after breaking up with Tom.

Their group expanded until the room was completely full and Leia couldn't move two steps in any direction without running in to somebody. Leia turned, trying to snake her way through the crowd. She could see the kitchen when she felt something cold and wet running down her dress.

"What the-"

"Sorry, sweetheart. I didn't see you there," a deep voice apologized. She felt a hand close around her upper arm and lead her through the crowd to the less-crammed kitchen. Leia looked up at the guy who'd spilled on her. He was tall and wearing a frat shirt and a leather jacket. She probably would have been pretty attracted to him if he hadn't just dumped his entire cup down her front. At least it's not vomit, she thought to herself.

In the weird lighting of the kitchen, Leia could see that whatever he'd been drinking was red and sticky. She grabbed a few paper towels and started dabbing at her dress. The glitter attached to the dress started coming off.

"Oh, damn it. This dress was brand new, and now look!" she exclaimed, holding out her hands that were covered in red juice and black glitter.

"I'm really sorry," he said again, dampening some napkins to get the stickiness off her skin. Leia squealed and grabbed the napkins from him.

"Stop that," she demanded. A smirk played over his lips.

"Little ticklish, are we sweetheart?"

"Do not call me that. I am not ticklish and I sure as hell am not your sweetheart," she bit. He leaned back against the counter and continued to give her that annoyingly handsome smirk as she continued to wipe the liquid off her skin.

"I could take you upstairs. Clean you up real good," he promised. Leia's hands froze and she brought her eyes up to meet his at a dangerously slow pace.

"My brother is here somewhere and he will beat you within an inch of your life."

"Your brother? Wait, are you Skywalker's little sister?"

"We happen to be twins."

"And you happen to be about four foot nothing and weigh 90 pounds soaking wet," he countered.

"I'm five foot nothing, thank you very much. You forget the old saying, 'Though she be small, she be fierce.'"

"Oh, forgive me," he apologized teasingly.

"What is this, anyways?" Leia asked, gesturing to the napkins that were coming apart on her skin as she tried to rid herself of the red beverage.

"Ah, I dunno. Antilles is pourin.' Looks like there's some grenadine in it. You spilled it before I had a chance to try it," he lamented.

"Well, I hope I didn't put too much of a kink in your hangover," Leia snarked.

"Don't you worry, sweetheart. I'll just tell 'tilles to leave out the grenadine next time." Leia rolled her eyes. He reached out and swiped a finger over her spattered shoulder, licking off the red residue. "Mhm. Cherry." Leia raised her eyebrows. "I like cherry," he added. Leia looked down at her ruined dress and gave a few more half-hearted swipes at her skin.

"I don't think this is going to work."

"I'm really sorry about that dress. It looked damn good on you," he said sincerely.

"It's alright. I wouldn't have been able to bring it home, anyhow. I don't think my mother would approve," she admitted.

"Come upstairs. You can borrow one of my shirts."

"I don't even know your name."

"Han Solo, your worship."

"Okay, hotshot. Show me what you've got."

00

"Where have you been?" Shara asked when Leia crept in to their dorm at 9 the next morning.

"I texted you. I just stayed with a friend," Leia excused. She was wearing her leggings and a borrowed sweatshirt, her hair thrown back in a messy braid.

"With a friend?" Shara repeated.

"Yeah," Leia responded, closing the door and turning to dump her bag on her bed.

"Solo? You were with Han Solo?!" Shara exclaimed. Leia whirled.

"How did you know that?"

"He loaned you his sweatshirt," Shara said, pointing. Leia wrenched her neck around and pulled at the shoulder of her shirt. 'SOLO' was written across the back in large block letters. She blushed bright red. Jyn sat up groggily from her upper bunk.

"Damn, Leia. You don't mess around. Solo'd never give his letters to just anybody," she teased.

"How'd things go with Cassian?" Leia asked, trying to distract them.

"Great. We made out for a while. Now tell us about Han," Jyn demanded. Leia looked between her roommates and sighed.

"Fine. He dumped his drink all over my dress and it wouldn't come off with a napkin, so he offered to let me clean up in his room, because he lives in the house," Leia explained, hoping that would satisfy her friends but knowing full well that it wouldn't.

"You disappeared from that party before midnight. Are you telling me that it took you nine hours to get a few ounces of vodka off?" Jyn asked. Leia mumbled her response.

"What was that? Did you just say 'he used his tongue'?" Leia cringed and nodded.

"Leia!" the girls both squealed.

"You and Han Solo did it at that party last night?!" Jyn asked. She nodded again as her phone vibrated. She glanced at the message and couldn't help the smile that spread across her face.

"And you're gonna do it again, aren't you?" Shara asked.

"Damn straight."

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