Did you ever notice how, in all of the stories about Han and Leia's 
wedding, (of which there aren't many anyway) no one has ever told a 
detailed account of it or their honeymoon. Annoying, ain't it? There is 
no sex scene in this story, so don't expect it. These characters are not 
mine, and no money is being made from it (as if anyone would want it). 
Oh, and feel free to pass this on or rewrite it; in fact, please do! 
NOTE: Jena Cilian is a friend of Leia's from a previously written story. 
She a mischevious, blonde 17-year-old.

Here Comes the Bride


	Someone knocked on the door to Princess Leia 
Organa's chamber door, and she hurried to answer it. Winter 
and Jena Cilian stood there. Leia sank into a chair and said,"I 
am a wreck." "What ever happened to 'Oh, hi, Jena, Winter, 
how are you?'," Jena asked. Leia smiled tightly at the teenage 
girl. "Sorry, I'm just extremely nervous." "You should be," 
Winter scolded. "It's 4:00, the wedding is at 5:00, and you're 
not anywhere near ready." "Yeah, we're really gonna hafta work 
to get you ready in time," Jena put in. "Where's your dress? 
We'll do that first, then the rest will kinda fall into place." "In 
here," Leia said. She walked into the closet and came out 
wearing her slip and carrying her white wedding gown. "I need 
a bit of help with this thing," she sighed. "Stand here," Winter 
said. She and Jena helped Leia into the white, beaded gown 
and tied the sash. "There," Jena said, a note of relief in her 
voice. "Now for the rest." "You mean it didn't just fall into 
place?", Leia asked teasingly. "Ha, ha," Jena sneered 
sarcastically. Leia and Winter were laughing, though, and soon 
Jena gave in and laughed with them.

	Han Solo stood in his apartment, trying to tie his tie. 
His fingers fumbled, however, and he couldn't do it. "Can 
somebody help me with this thing?", he yelled. Luke 
Skywalker stopped what he was doing and helped Han. He 
couldn't seem to suppress a laugh as he did. "What's so 
funny?", Han demanded. "Nothing," Luke said. "I just can't 
seem to remember when you've ever been this nervous." "I am 
not nervous!", Han said. "Oh, yeah?", Lando Calrissian said 
challengingly. "Then how come you're shaking and 
sweating...," "I'll tell you this, you think you're nervous, you 
should see Leia. She's so nervous it makes you look calm," 
Luke clarified.  "There's nothing to be scared about, buddy," 
Lando tried. "Easy for you to say," Han muttered. "Look, you 
love her, right?", Luke asked. "Of course! I wouldn't have gone 
through all that to get her to marry me if I didn't love her!", Han 
exclaimed. "Well, then, what are you afraid of?", Lando nearly 
shouted. "I dunno!", Han shouted back. "What are you guys 
yelling for?", Luke asked calmly. "Listen, Han, it's your 
wedding, and you can do whatever you want. But I'll tell you 
this, if you want to call it off, I'm not gonna be the one to tell 
Leia or anybody else." "I won't call it off," Han said stubbornly. 
"I never I was gonna. I love her, and I'm gonna do this!" Luke 
and Lando grinned. Soon Han grinned, too.

	"Well, almost done," Jena said as she and Winter 
finished pinning Leia's veil to her hair. Winter handed Leia a 
bouquet of pale blue flowers and Leia smoothed her skirt. "We 
must go now," Winter said softly. Leia was silent as Jena and 
Winter went to the door. "Good luck," Jena said as she left. 
When she was alone, Leia picked up her blaster from the 
dressing table. Someone may try to stop the wedding by 
causing a fight. She held it for a minute, then put it back on the 
dresser. Luke poked his head in the door. "You ready?", he 
asked. 'Here goes nothing,' Leia thought.

	Han stood at the altar, Chewbacca beside him to serve 
as best man. Chewie growled something, and Han 
replied,"Yeah, I know you thought I'd never actually marry 
someone, but I guess you were wrong." Suddenly the doors in 
the back of the White Room opened and everyone was silent. 
Leia held Luke's arm as he led her up the aisle, giving her 
away. Leia wasn't really fond of the idea of being 'given away', 
as if she were something owned, but she was too happy to be 
annoyed. Finally they reached the front of the room and Luke 
put Leia's hands in Han's. The officiator began to speak.  


	Luke was really bored. It had been an hour, and he 
was still standing, so his legs were aching. Then he heard the 
officiator say,"You may now kiss the bride." For once Han 
didn't argue but just did as he was told and kissed Leia. 
Everyone in that room cheered and applauded. Jena, Lando, 
and a few others, including Prince Isolder and Teneniel Djo, 
took bags of silarance seeds and went outside. Silarance seeds 
were traditonally thrown at the bride and groom outside. There 
was, however, usually at least one person with a sack of flour 
instead. The flour was extremely messy and if hit, the bride 
and groom would be completely white. As Luke followed Han 
and Leia outside, he noticed who the troublemakers this time 
were. Jena and Lando. He should have known. But it was they 
who got the suprise. As they threw the flour, Luke used the 
Force to send it arching back into their faces. Everyone 
laughed. Then Leia stopped, glanced over her shoulder, and 
threw her flowers over her shoulder. Even with flour in her 
face, however, Jena managed to catch it. "Cool!", she said.

	Leia and Han were a bit relieved as they danced. They 
had done it. They were married. Han felt someone tap his 
shoulder. He turned. Isolder stood there. "May I cut in?", 
Isolder asked. "No," Han said. "Go dance with Teneniel, 'cause 
after all the trouble you caused, there's no way I'm letting you 
dance with my wife." "Some other time, then," Isolder said, 
then walked away. Leia smiled. "What?", Han asked, noticing.  
"She's just smiling at me," said a voice at Han's back. Han 
turned and came face-to-face with Luke. "Congratulations, 
guys," he continued. "It's about time! I've been waiting since 
the Battle of Endor for you guys to get married." "Luke...," 
Leia began. "Yes," Luke said. "Shut up." Han laughed as the 
trio made their way to the chairs. After all that standing, they 
ached a bit. Lando walked over to them, still covered in flour. 
"Congratulations," he said. "I'd kiss the bride, but her brother 
hit me with flour." "You get what you deserve, Lando," Han 
said. Even as he said it, he knew he was lying. He would never 
deserve Leia, but here she was, his wife. As Luke left to see  
what Jena was up to and Lando went to flirt with a pretty 
redhead, Leia leaned over and whispered, "I love you, Han." "I 
know, love," he replied, drawing her into his arms. "I know."

	Han and Leia approached Han's cabin. Even travelling 
a lightspeed, the trip to Hapes would take two days. Han 
thrilled at the thought of being alone that long with Leia, and 
Leia was just as exited. Suddenly Han scooped Leia into his 
arms. "What are you doing?", she asked in bewilderment. 
"Nothing," Han said with a grin, although Leia knew. "I 
thought maybe you'd want to get changed. His eyes raked over 
the tight bodice and full skirt of Leia's gown. "No matter how 
gorgeous you look in that thing, it can't be comfortable." 
"You're right, it isn't," Leia replied. "But I might need some 
help getting out of it, and seeing as you're the only other 
person on the ship, you want to give me a hand?", she asked 
suggestively. "Hmm, I think I'd like nothing more," Han leered 
as they walked into his cabin.
                
                The End

NOTE: I'm writing a sequel to this story called How Do We Get Into This Kind 
of Thing?. It is set on Hapes, during Han and Leia's honeymoon. If you want to 
write it, feel free. I need al the help I can get.