New Fic: Yellow is the Color of Love (original) (raw)

Story Title: Yellow is the Color of Love
Author’s name: cestmoi01
Rating: PG/PG-13
Pairing: Han/Luke
Spoilers: none, really
Warnings: none
Challenge: Flashslash 94 Set 1
Notes: So I didn't really stick to the time limit with this one (it took me 20 instead of 8), but once I started writing, I just couldn't stop...
Word Count: 500
Archive: flashslash, mark_harrison, fanfiction.net; any others welcome, just please ask
Summary: Han may not think that his holiday with Luke starts off so great, but it sure ends pretty well.

Yellow is the Color of Love

Han sighed and leaned his head against the sunflower-yellow wall of the cantina, smoking his cigarette and wondering what had possessed the owner to paint it such a sickly bright color. It was giving him a headache. And honestly, cantinas were supposed to be dark places, suitable for doing shady business. Everyone knew that, except obviously the owner of this horrid place.

Of course, it was just the sort of place that Luke would take him on their well-earned holiday – the sort of place that appealed to his fair spirit and would have seemed to him to be a great compromise of their tastes. He glanced down at the young man seated across from him, who was apparently giving him some speech on something or other – probably the importance of unity with the Force, for all Han knew or cared in his current uncomfortable state.

“Han? Han, are you listening to me?” a voice interrupted him, just a hint of irritation escaping the otherwise calm words.

“Huh? What?” he answered distractedly. “Oh, of course, kid…something about the importance of the Force, or something like that…” He trailed off, knowing he was wrong, and took another drag from his cigarette.

The young Jedi opposite him gave him a shrewd look that Han understood to mean that he knew the other hadn’t been listening but wasn’t necessarily going to push the issue just now.

Instead, he rose from his seat, crossed to stand in front of Han, then plucked the cigarette from his fingertips and stubbed it out on their table. Gracefully, every movement smooth and calculated, yet somehow natural, he wrapped his arms around Han’s neck and settled himself into the other man’s lap, one deceptively strong thigh on either side, and leaned forward to whisper breathily into Han’s ear.

“I said – whaddaya say we get outta here and christen that new bed you got for the Falcon, space pirate?” He punctuated his offer with a short nip to said pirate ear, and drew back to look deeply into Han’s eyes.

Han’s hands automatically went to Luke’s hips to steady him and hold him close, and as he gazed into the other’s face, he realized that the sunflower walls made a soft halo around the mischievous face of his little devil of a Jedi Knight, the bright sky-blue eyes standing out clearly in the handsome visage.

Han pulled the young man forward for a thoroughly passionate kiss that left Luke swaying and gasping for breath, before dragging him off with a roguish grin to make love as often as possible in that new bed of his.

At the end of their holiday, the two appeared again at the disgustingly bright cantina for a last meal and there shared a kiss filled with deep, soul-binding love that would sustain them through the pressures of the real world to which they would soon return.

And ever after, Han was partial to a particular shade of yellow that reminded him of sunflowers and love.