Han’s biggest concern at fourteen, conversely, was probably kissing girls. He wouldn’t say he was good at it (or that Leia was bad), but he was clearly more comfortable in this kind of display than she was. The confidence that he had built up probably helped make it all the more thrilling for her, who at best, had stole mainly small kisses in the rare moments where she could be alone with someone.

He already felt familiar with her body — which was a strange feeling — but one he had attributed to the fact that she was so similar in stature to Qi’ra. Short, with curves that you didn’t normally see in a small frame. It was the kind of figure that would draw Han’s eye away from everyone else in a crowded room. His hands felt comfortable on her hips and he had no desire to withdraw them.

After a prolonged kiss, he finally releases her lips so that the princess can catch her breath. He doesn’t really move away from her though, instead he’s brushing his cheek and the bridge of his nose lightly against her.