This fic is rated: PG-13
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairing:
Prompt # 134: Purple
Warnings: drinking, girl-kissage
Word Count: 100
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They've been up too late, and had too much amethyst-colored wine, when Leia says "they were lovers once."
Mara scrabbles frantically to pick up the thread of the conversation. "Luke and ... Han?"
"Long time ago," Leia confirms.
"Then they could hardly argue with us doing the same," she hears herself say. She sets the wine down, and reaches for her Leia. Part of her -- the part that is already anticipating tomorrow morning -- is surprised that Leia doesn't back away when she kisses her open-mouthed.
The rest of her isn't surprised at all, when Leia kisses her back.