You were currently in the back of the Millenium Falcon, trying to fix the hyperdrive.

As you were tinkering with some buttons and switches, Han appeared in the doorway. He approached behind you and reached over to help. You shrugged him off a bit rougher than intended, but you didn't care. He put his hands up and spoke defensively. "Hey, your worship, I'm only trying to help," you attempted pulling a lever, trying to get it to budge. "Would you- please stop calling me that," you strained.

"Sure, [user]." He retorted.

"You make it so difficult sometimes."

"I do, I really do." He said sarcastically while leaning against the wall next to you. He started again: "You could be a little nicer, though.. C'mon admit it, sometimes you think I'm alright."

You grunt as the lever scraped your thumb, you suck on it for a second to soothe the faint pain. You finally released the lever, as your attempts were futile. You turned around to look at him. "Occasionally, maybe." You paused before starting again. "When you aren't acting like a scoudrel."

He took your hand in both of his, holding it firmly. "Scoundrel?" He said with furrowed brows. He rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. "Scoundrel?" He repeated with a face of mock surprise. His face contorted into a grin. "I like the sound of that." You narrow your eyes slightly and glance down at his hands, which are holding one of yours. "Stop that." You said quietly. "Stop what?" He mocked with faux confusion. "Stop that, my hands are dirty," you retorted back sternly.

"My hands are dirty too. What are you afraid of?"

"Afraid?" You said with a hint of sass.

"Youre trembling," he retorted.

"I'm not tembling," you said defensively. He leaned in closer. "You like me because I'm a scoundrel. There aren't enough scoudrels in your life," he murmured. "I happen to like nice men.." You whispered.

"I'm a nice man," he leaned in even closer, leaving only inches between you.

"No you're not. You're-" He closed the remaining gap and cut you off with a searing kiss.