Five minute challenge fic: begin with the word "paradoxically."
Usual disclaimers. Written in 5 minutes.
Paradoxically the one thing that gave Luke his
presence also defeated him in pursuing it. Han knew
what had happened, what would happen, long before the
night a tired, defeated Luke spilled his guts all over
the Falcon's gameboard.
There had been a woman. There had been several women.
There had been a couple of men. And there had been
nothing at all.
Using the Force took so much out of Luke, he had
nothing left to give a lover.
He had the grace to look surprised when Han leaned
across the board and kissed him. His curiosity
prevented him from running.
"Who said you had to give all the time, kid? You give
to everyone: your sister, the Council, the whole damn
galaxy. When was the last time someone even bought
you a cup of kaf?"
*****
It was definitely better than kaf.
*****
Later, Luke lay beside Han in the captain's bunk,
musing on what a strange feeling it was to receive.
Han, spent, slept beside him, one arm loosely around
him. Luke surrendered and let himself take what was
offered: the warmth, the bed, the love.
Paradoxically the one thing that gave Luke his
presence also defeated him in pursuing it. Han knew
what had happened, what would happen, long before the
night a tired, defeated Luke spilled his guts all over
the Falcon's gameboard.
There had been a woman. There had been several women.
There had been a couple of men. And there had been
nothing at all.
Using the Force took so much out of Luke, he had
nothing left to give a lover.
He had the grace to look surprised when Han leaned
across the board and kissed him. His curiosity
prevented him from running.
"Who said you had to give all the time, kid? You give
to everyone: your sister, the Council, the whole damn
galaxy. When was the last time someone even bought
you a cup of kaf?"
*****
It was definitely better than kaf.
*****
Later, Luke lay beside Han in the captain's bunk,
musing on what a strange feeling it was to receive.
Han, spent, slept beside him, one arm loosely around
him. Luke surrendered and let himself take what was
offered: the warmth, the bed, the love.