"That, too," she breathes, the words forming against his mouth. It was distinctly cozy without feeling precarious, and she doesn't doubt that the fact that it's his favourite part of the Falcon plays into his interest.

Somehow, she finds that charming, even if it's a little on the eccentric end of things. Before just about everything else, even before he's a criminal, Han's a pilot; sharing him with his ship, she suspects, comes with the territory. "You can keep me awake on my next--oh--shift."

The rhythm of their bodies is starting to get them--or her, at least--somewhere. She kisses him, arching up a little against his body, as if to say back to the here and now.