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Han was sitting on the couch, he’d arrived home from work about an hour ago. He was sipping from his caf when his communicator buzzed.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he said happily as he picked it up, knowing it was his husband calling him.
“Hi, love,” Luke replied, the smile on his face audible in his voice, “I have some sliiight bad news.” Han sighed on the other end of the line, which caused Luke to let out a small laugh. “It’s not that bad, honey,” he continued, “I just have to stay late at Temple. Ahsoka and I have some lesson planning and stuff to do.”
“Awe, c’mon, sugar,” Han complained, leaning his head against the back of their couch, “How late?” He knew it would probably take Luke a little while, not that he minded that much. His complaints were more for show.
“I’m not sure,” Luke said, “but I have a feeling it’s going to be late when I get home. Like… around midnight…?”
“Midnight?! Luke, you’re killing me here,” Han complained towards his husband.
“I know, I know,” Luke replied, “but I’ll be home soon enough.”
Han sighed, more for the theatrics of it than anything else. He took another sip of his caf. “Fine, fine,” he said, “but I’m waiting up for you, darlin’.”
Luke couldn’t help but laugh at that, he tried but he really couldn’t help it. “Han, first of all, you don’t have to. Second of all, there’s no way you’re actually doing to be able to.” Based on just his normal work schedule, he knew Han was going to be exhausted, but especially because of what he did at work today. Han had spent the majority of the day at work today doing manual, mechanical labor on the Falcon and other ships on the hangar. There was no feasible way Han was going to be able to stay up until Luke came home.
“Okay, rude,” Han replied, “I’m a grown man and I am perfectly capable of staying up late so I can greet my husband.” He was most definitely lying through his teeth, but Han Solo-Skywalker was nothing if not cocky. He could already feel the tiredness in him, hence the caf he was drinking. “I was a smuggler, remember?,” he continued, “I lived my life breaking laws and going to sleep when the sun came up.”
“That was years ago, hon,” Luke replied, “You live a vastly different life now.” He wasn’t too happy about having to come home so late, but rebuilding the Jedi Order from scratch was quite laborious. Han supported him completely, even with how much work it was, which Luke deeply appreciated. As they spoke, Luke played with the necklace Han had given him; A simple silver chain with a small pendant of the symbol of the Jedi Order. Luke adored that necklace, he wore it everyday.
“You can try to say up,” he continued, “but you’re definitely going to fall asleep.”
Han scoffed playfully, an adoring smile on his face. “I can’t believe my own husband doesn’t have faith in me,” he teased, taking another sip of his caf.
“I’m just being realistic, Han,” Luke teased in return. He knew that he could spend hours talking to Han if he didn’t control himself, so he checked the time. “Okay, I do actually have to go before Ahsoka gets frustrated with me,” he said, “I love you.”
The smile on Han’s face didn’t falter, he loved the usual teasing banter between him and Luke. “Yeah, go, darlin’,” he replied, “I love you, too.”
Luke hung up and pocketed his communicator, a small smile on his face. When he walked back into his office, Ahsoka shot him a knowing look. “Sorry, sorry,” he said, putting his hands in the air in mock surrender, “I had to tell him or else he’d worry.”
“Yeah, I know,” Ahsoka replied in her usual familial-teasing manner, “You two are nauseatingly cute, it’s aggravating.” She playfully rolled her eyes. She was pretty close with Luke, and with Leia, she considered herself almost like their aunt, because of her pseudo-sibling relationship with Anakin. It made them working together at the Jedi Temple much easier. The two of them were beloved by their students, by the younglings of the New Jedi Order.
Luke rolled his eyes, but he knew she had a point. Their friends often said things like that about Han and Luke, not that the couple minded. They were well aware of how adorable they were. He and Ahsoka soon started working on what they needed to get done for the Order, including a mix of reorganizing lessons and formatting the new rules of the Order. Hours passed quickly, the both of them engulfed in their work and exceptionally passionate about their work. Eventually, Luke checked his chrono-watch, a small frown appearing on his face as he read the numbers. It was already midnight.
“I think we should probably call it a night,” Luke said, looking back up at Ahsoka, “It’s late and I told Han I would be home around now.” Ahsoka nodded, she was ready to go home, the day eventually catching up to her.
“Yeah, we definitely should,” she agreed, “We’ll figure everything out for Monday, at least enough so we can actually have class.” They both laughed softly at that. Today was Friday, which was part of the reason why they were able to stay this late in the first place. Luke loved his students, he really did, but, Force, did he need the weekend off. He bid Ahsoka goodnight, telling her to get home safe and assuring her they’d seen each other on Monday.
After he gathered all of his things in his bag, Luke walked out towards his speeder. He put his bag on one of the seats and plopped himself down in the driver’s seat. Pulling out his communicator, he shot a quick message to Han letting him know he was on his way. When Han didn’t answer, Luke knew he was asleep. He laughed to himself and slipped his communicator back into his pocket.
Luke, of course, was right. Han was passed out on the couch, his head leaned back against the cushion as soft snores escaped him. His feet were up on the table in front of him, the empty mug of caf sitting beside his legs. The show he was watching was paused, he told himself he would ‘close his eyes for a moment.’ That short moment, however, turned into a fairly deep sleep. He didn’t stir when his communicator buzzed in his pocket as he received the message from his husband.
When Luke opened up the door of their house to see Han passed out on their couch, he had to stifle a laugh so he didn’t disturb him. Sure, Han was a pretty deep sleeper, but Luke always tried to be considerate. He quietly removed his boots, placed his keys on the hook beside Han’s and made his way further into their house. Knowing his husband, he’d be so clingy when Luke woke him up. He always was when he was tired or actively sleeping, he wrapped his limbs around Luke each and every night like an overly affectionate loth-cat. And Luke, who was quite cuddly, himself, loved it. Since he knew tonight would be no exception, Luke decided to quietly get ready for bed before he woke his husband up.
First, he set his work bag down in his office, then he made his way into their bedroom and their adjoining bathroom. He changed into his pajamas, tied his longer hair back, washed his face and brushed his teeth before returning to the living room. With a warm smile on his face, Luke sat down beside his sleeping husband, making sure not to disturb Han too much right away. He leaned in closer and gently kissed his cheek, chuckling to himself as Han murmured but stayed asleep.
“Han,” he said, his voice still soft, “Han, wake up, love.” Not only did he want to wake the man up because he was home, but also because Han would be sore if he spent the whole night on the couch. He leaned in to kiss his cheek again, reaching out and gently combing through Han’s soft, brown hair. When Han’s eyes fluttered open, Luke swore his heart skipped a beat. Even after all this time, the sight of Han’s warm, honey brown eyes never failed to make the other man swoon.
Han groaned as he stirred awake. “Hmph, sweetheart?,” he murmured, his voice gravelly and thick with sleep.
“Hi, sleepyhead,” Luke replied, beaming a soft smile at the other man, “I’m home.” He continued to comb his hand through Han’s hair, letting out a breathy laugh as he leaned into the affectionate touch.
Han returned the expression, his lips curling up into a half-asleep smile and his hazy eyes glinting as he looked at his husband. “Mmm, you’re home,” he announced, clumsily wrapping his arm around Luke, “I fell asleep, didn’t I?”
Luke laughed softly again. “Yes, you most certainly did,” he said, leaning in to gently kiss Han’s cheek, “Told you so.”
“I’m tired, okay?,” Han replied, leaning in closer against Luke’s side. His clingy side was showing, he wanted to be as close to Luke as physically possible. “How’d your late work go?”
Luke’s hand was still combing through Han’s hair, gently scratching at his scalp. “It was quite productive. We’re still fine-tuning some aspects of Temple,” he explained, “I’ll tell you more about it tomorrow. Right now, we both should get to bed.”
Han sleepily nodded, leaning impossibly closer towards his husband. “Please,” he said, placing a clumsy kiss to Luke’s temple, “Any chance you’ll carry me to bed?”
Luke chuckled, but shook his head. It’s not that he couldn’t, he had done it and would do it again, but he was a bit too tired tonight. “Not tonight, love,” he replied, “but you can lean on me and our bedroom’s not that far.” Han pouted playfully but it faded as he thought about falling asleep in his husband’s arms. He nodded again and groaned, a wordless request for Luke to help him up. Luke shifted them both on the couch and situated Han in his arms so he could do just that. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he murmured as they stood up. Han leaned most of his body weight against Luke’s side, trying to keep himself awake long enough to get to their bed.
Once their bed was in sight, Han pulled away from Luke’s grasp and collapsed face-first against their mattress. Luke laughed out loud at that, lifting his cybernetic prosthetic hand to cover his mouth. As Han groaned and nuzzled into their sheets, like walked to his side of the bed so he could take off his necklace before crawling into bed to join the other man. He kicked off his slippers and plopped down beside Han, pulling the comforters over the both of them.
“C’mereee, doll,” Han groaned sleepily, wrapping his arms around Luke and tugging himself as close to the other man as humanly possible. Luke happily reciprocated, tangling their legs together beneath the blankets and pressing a kiss to the top of Han’s head. Despite his taller hight, his slightly larger build, and his stand-offish persona, Han was almost always the little spoon. He liked being able to listen to Luke’s heartbeat as they slept.
“I’m here, I’m right here,” Luke softly murmured as he cuddled Han closer.
Han sighed and nuzzled in against Luke’s warm embrace, cozily tucking his face into the crook of his neck. He pressed a sleepy kiss against Luke’s collarbone. “Love you, Luke,” he mumbled, seconds away from falling back asleep, “G’night.”
“I love you, too, Han,” Luke whispered in reply, kissing his hairline, “Goodnight, honey.” Before Luke even finished speaking, Han was snoring, completely comfortable and dead asleep against the man he loves.
Luke kissed Han’s forehead one more time, murmuring another soft “I love you,” before he allowed himself to fully relax and drift off to sleep. The husbands spent the rest of the night tangled up in each other’s arms.
This is what almost every night was like in the Skywalker-Solo household. It’s what they had fought for, what they deserved after all they had gone through together; The ability to just hold and love each other. Because in every galaxy, across every universe, Luke Skywalker and Han Solo loved each other.