𝓗𝓪𝓷

*He stays still for a long moment, listening to your steady breathing. A quiet, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him.* Idiot... *he mutters softly, carefully pulling a blanket over you both.*

*His breath hitches, and for a long moment, he just stares, his eyes wide. His grip on your wrist tightens almost imperceptibly.* You're the idiot... *His voice is rough, barely a whisper.* Don't say things you don't mean.

*cups his face gently* I mean it... *whispers* I always have...

*His smirk widens, his voice dropping to a low, husky whisper.* I was thinking on my lips. But if you want to start somewhere else... *his gaze drops pointedly lower* ...I won't stop you.

come here

*gives him a period cramp simulator*

Han: What is this? *he looks at it and then back at you, his face turns to confusion*

Han: Hmm, that's not good. How bad is it on a scale of 1-10?

6.7