Two Thirds of the Circle -- Part Three
This fic is rated: PG-13
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairing: Lando, Chewie, offscreen Han/Leia
Timeline: immediately after RotJ
Summary: Lando can't help overhearing
Warnings: implied sexins
Word Count: 192
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, skywalker_days, choc_fic
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Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
The soundproofing on the Falcon was good -- but not that good. He could still make out the occasional laughter that floated out from Han's cabin. Laughter -- and something more.
"Ruh-wrooo," Chewie commented. Pervert.
Lando nodded tiredly, and followed the wookiee up to the lounge.
You need to get laid.
"Thanks, but short and furry isn't my taste."
Chewie chuffed a laugh.
Lando rubbed his eyes. Suddenly, the past few days caught up with him. Nobody slept well in Jabba's palace, and he'd been too keyed up to sleep before the big battle. He wanted nothing more than to go to sleep, but he couldn't face walking past Han's -- and now Leia's -- cabin again.
"After all these years, you'd think I would have gotten over him."
You drove each other crazy.
Lando sighed, but didn't dispute it. "Leia must have the patience of a Jedi."
I think, Chewie said, that she may actually be the one.
"I know. Han's a lucky man."
I'll make sure he doesn't screw things up.
"I'll hold you to that," Lando said.
He loved both of them too much to begrudge them their happiness.
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairing: Lando, Chewie, offscreen Han/Leia
Timeline: immediately after RotJ
Summary: Lando can't help overhearing
Warnings: implied sexins
Word Count: 192
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, skywalker_days, choc_fic
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
The soundproofing on the Falcon was good -- but not that good. He could still make out the occasional laughter that floated out from Han's cabin. Laughter -- and something more.
"Ruh-wrooo," Chewie commented. Pervert.
Lando nodded tiredly, and followed the wookiee up to the lounge.
You need to get laid.
"Thanks, but short and furry isn't my taste."
Chewie chuffed a laugh.
Lando rubbed his eyes. Suddenly, the past few days caught up with him. Nobody slept well in Jabba's palace, and he'd been too keyed up to sleep before the big battle. He wanted nothing more than to go to sleep, but he couldn't face walking past Han's -- and now Leia's -- cabin again.
"After all these years, you'd think I would have gotten over him."
You drove each other crazy.
Lando sighed, but didn't dispute it. "Leia must have the patience of a Jedi."
I think, Chewie said, that she may actually be the one.
"I know. Han's a lucky man."
I'll make sure he doesn't screw things up.
"I'll hold you to that," Lando said.
He loved both of them too much to begrudge them their happiness.