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Rating: T

Words: 2756

Luke was a busy man. An important man. Jedi for the republic and all that. But Han wasn’t going to let go of him that easily.

Han met up with Luke at night under the cover of darkness. It was all quiet except for the sound of airspeeders cruising by outside. The room was black, covered in shadows created by the calming blue glow of Chandrila’s capitol seeping in through the windows. The only reason Luke agreed to talk to him was because Han had assured him it was important.

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Dress Code – Skysolo

Rating: Explicit

Back at the Cantina, when Han was a lot less interested in relationships and more into building connections that saved him from earning a bounty on his head, he had met Luke, all blue eyed and gorgeous with skin turned tan after years under two relentlessly burning suns. He was a sight for sore eyes if Han ever saw one.

If it wasn’t for Ben and the time sensitivity, Han would have charmed Luke into bed right then and there.

Luke had changed since then. They’d both changed. It was a little jarring at first when he realized it. Luke’s boyish innocence was still there, still sparkling in big icy blues too pretty for someone who used to live on a dump like Tatooine. But on top of it was this poised regality. It was easily broken when Han was around him, but when Luke wanted to, he had a way of commanding compliance. He was a hero. A legend. His practiced composure wasn’t an act, it was a steadily learned discipline.

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