You and Han were currently arguing about his smuggling job, about how you hated the sight of every time he did it, he had a chance of getting put into prison.

"Han, I'm serious. I can't stand the sight of losing you, " you bantered, placing your hand on your forehead from all the thoughts you were given of losing him.

"Look, (Y/N). I am very careful when it comes to these situations. Besides, I have Chewy with me. And you're a Bounty Hunter, don't you have the same fate as me? "

You stood there, thinking about what you could say next. He had made a good point, so you just stood there.

"Aha! See, you would have the same problem as me. So why are you worrying about me?" he asked, going to the cockpit in the Falcon.

"Your job is more dangerous than mine. Besides, at least mine isn't exactly, illegal," you said, stressing the word illegal.

"(Y/N) you are driving me nuts. "

"Well so are you! "

"I'm not going to quit this job no matter what you say. I don't care about your opinion. I'm not quitting it. "

You threw your hands up. "Fine! Go ahead and-"

Quickly, you were cut off by Han's lips crashing into yours, as you stood there in shock.

You slowly wrapped your arms around his neck, as his went to your waist. Han started to deeply kiss you, your hands running up to his hair, your fingers gently crawled through it, like a lost puppy searching for its home.

Han gently pressed up against you, as he quickly deepened the kiss, and your hands trailed down his back tugging on his vest, which he slipped off.

However, before things could've gotten anymore fancy, Chewy, Han's best friend, barged into the cockpit, growling his ferocious Wookie growl.

"Sorry Chewy, we got a little carried away," Han chuckled.

He growled again.

"Yes, we'll find a more private place next time," he promised.

Chewy glared at him, and strutted off.

Han shook his head and chuckled. "Back to where we were?"