The galaxy never seems so wide as when you're stuck with a busted hyperdrive, but after their tentative, long-awaited encounter in the cockpit, Han finds he's not terribly bothered by crawling along toward Bespin. It's selfish, he knows, but it's not like he can do anything to speed the journey up; they might as well enjoy themselves. Take their time, since they've got time whether they want it or not.

Eager as he is, Han doesn't press the issue immediately. Eventually they laughed and shrugged their shirts back on and she kissed him again, sweetly, and left about halfway through his shift. Frankly, he was surprised she'd been willing to go that far, when before then it had always been heated looks followed by cold shoulders, when she'd run away right after letting him kiss her. He can't be in a hurry, not after that. He'd let her go and spent the rest of his shift grinning stupidly at the stars. No complaints.

Now, he's let her sit a while with the memory of his mouth on her, and judging from the looks they exchange as they go about their business, she's not regretting it. So he plans ahead, a little. He manages to talk Chewie into taking a long shift just in case (this involves a fair amount of good-natured growling about the princess' poor life choices) and to keep Threepio out of the way, and he finds one last bottle of wine hidden away in the hold, and goes to knock on the door of the crew quarters.

Hell, if she's sleeping, he's gonna feel really silly.