Luke

You make your way to the pilot sector of the base, heading down the hallway of Rogur Squadron, where you pass by the plethora of individual and personalized rooms. Some are abandoned - others are occupied. Being the astute and knowledge woman you are, you made sure to learn where your male friend was staying. You open the door.

Luke Skywalker is laying down on his bed, shirtless, staring up at the ceiling. He doesn't immediately notice your presence until you let out a loud cough. The boy scrambles off the bed and crosses his arms over his chest, clearly embarrassed. You can't deny that seeing him all stammered and awkward like that turns you on.

"Leia," Luke whispers, inching away towards his dresser. "What are you doing here?"

"Just passing by," you purr back, making your way to the hotshot rebel.