ficlet: deal
Bella prompt: Han/Chris. Star Wars. Popcorn. Costumes.
"I can't believe I let you drag me to this," Hannah mutters, glancing around the theater as she reaches into the bucket of popcorn in Chris's lap.
"C'mon, Han, it'll be fun."
"Oh, right, spending an entire day in a movie theater with a bunch of -" She frowns, her nose crinkling as she looks over at Chris. "Wait, what are Star Wars fans called? 'Trekkies' is Star Trek."
Chris contemplates this, and then frowns too. "I don't know. Maybe they're not called anything."
"Well, regardless, a whole day in a theater with all of these people."
"At least I didn't make you dress up."
Hannah snorts. "Like you didn't try. You could've dressed up though, if you'd wanted. You'd make a cute Jedi."
Chris grins. "I thought about it, but I didn't want you to look weird."
Hannah snorts. "You didn't want me to look weird?"
Chris grins wider and gestures around the theater. "Well, you know, in comparison."
Hannah giggles, and then grabs Chris's arm. "But wait, so you purposely didn't dress up so you could look weird with me?"
"Yeah, I guess you could look at it that way," he says, smiling at her.
"How sweet," she murmurs, pushing up to kiss his cheek.
"I probably just got the most action of anybody in this room," he whispers, making her giggle again, so hard that she snorts and has to hide her face against his arm to muffle the sound.
They're quiet for a moment, leaning against each other as they eat popcorn, and then the corner of Chris's mouth rises.
"You would've looked hot in Leia's gold bikini, though."
"Yeah, in your dreams, Christopher," Hannah retorts, tossing a handful of popcorn at his face.
He laughs, holding up his arm to shield himself, and looks over at her when she settles, smiling again.
"Thanks for doing this with me. It'll be fun, I promise."
"I know," Hannah replies, smiling back at him. "I like spending the day with you. But now you owe me a day of like, lunch and museums and fresh air and stuff."
Chris laughs and nods, lifting his hand to the other side of her head and pulling her to him so he can kiss her hair.
"Deal."
"I can't believe I let you drag me to this," Hannah mutters, glancing around the theater as she reaches into the bucket of popcorn in Chris's lap.
"C'mon, Han, it'll be fun."
"Oh, right, spending an entire day in a movie theater with a bunch of -" She frowns, her nose crinkling as she looks over at Chris. "Wait, what are Star Wars fans called? 'Trekkies' is Star Trek."
Chris contemplates this, and then frowns too. "I don't know. Maybe they're not called anything."
"Well, regardless, a whole day in a theater with all of these people."
"At least I didn't make you dress up."
Hannah snorts. "Like you didn't try. You could've dressed up though, if you'd wanted. You'd make a cute Jedi."
Chris grins. "I thought about it, but I didn't want you to look weird."
Hannah snorts. "You didn't want me to look weird?"
Chris grins wider and gestures around the theater. "Well, you know, in comparison."
Hannah giggles, and then grabs Chris's arm. "But wait, so you purposely didn't dress up so you could look weird with me?"
"Yeah, I guess you could look at it that way," he says, smiling at her.
"How sweet," she murmurs, pushing up to kiss his cheek.
"I probably just got the most action of anybody in this room," he whispers, making her giggle again, so hard that she snorts and has to hide her face against his arm to muffle the sound.
They're quiet for a moment, leaning against each other as they eat popcorn, and then the corner of Chris's mouth rises.
"You would've looked hot in Leia's gold bikini, though."
"Yeah, in your dreams, Christopher," Hannah retorts, tossing a handful of popcorn at his face.
He laughs, holding up his arm to shield himself, and looks over at her when she settles, smiling again.
"Thanks for doing this with me. It'll be fun, I promise."
"I know," Hannah replies, smiling back at him. "I like spending the day with you. But now you owe me a day of like, lunch and museums and fresh air and stuff."
Chris laughs and nods, lifting his hand to the other side of her head and pulling her to him so he can kiss her hair.
"Deal."