The first time, he had taken her word for what it had been—for luck.

     For all the two of them knew, the flimsy cable conveniently stored inside the stolen Stormtrooper belt loosely hanging on his hips would've snapped and dropped them down into the depths of the pit below, claiming their bodies as well as their fading screams. He hadn't objected because, damnit, he had needed some luck in order to pull off his abysmal attempt at a dashing rescue of a princess. A princess who had managed to rescue him far more than he had rescued her in just the few minutes they had known each other.

     It had been chaste, it had been a last desperate act in case they died—which they definitely should've as far as he was concerned—and most importantly, it had been on the cheek. When he had mentioned it in passing to his squadron, the lot of them had burst into raucous laughter, treating the aforementioned 'kiss' like it had been a full-on makeout session.

     Luke Skywalker had no shame in admitting that Leia was the first girl that had ever kissed him.

     A classmate of his back on Tatooine, Akira, had once asked him out when they were both seven, which had led to him denying her with a furrowed brow and wide eyes as she burst into tears and ran off, never to speak to him again. Mentioning it to Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru had only led to the same reaction he had gotten from his squadron years later.

     Except, despite what his aunt and uncle had told him about 'growing into it', Luke had still never kissed any girls.

     He had kissed a few boys though.

     More specifically, one boy—an older boy, much to his uncle's dismay—named Biggs Darklighter.

     Luke had kissed that boy more times than he could count, and in more locations than he even thought there could be in such a backwater area of Tatooine. In the backs of speeders, in Uncle Owen's garage, and in a hidden room at Tosche Station only they knew about, just to name a few. Having been young and idealistic, even more so than he was now, Luke had firmly believed that he was going to spend the rest of his life with Biggs Darklighter. That the two of them would sail off into the stars, escape the hellish dustball they called a planet, and never look back.

     Then Biggs left for the Academy.

     By the time they saw each other again, all that was left of his first love was dust in the stars, sparkling in the fires of an exploded X-wing engine as the dying crackle of a comm fizzled out in his ear, carrying a last echo of death along with it.

     That had been a few years back though, and Luke had had his time to grieve. In fact, he had been grieving from the moment Biggs had originally left without bothering to take him along like they had always dreamed. He may not have been dead in those few years, but it sure had felt like it to the young farmboy.

     Now, Luke had a new dilemma. Han, as usual, provided no help when he brought the problem to him.

     "Wait, you're telling me you're complaining about Her Highness kissing you too much? Thought you two were close?"

     Luke rolled his eyes, tossing a hydrospanner over the mess of brown hair tufting out from below the panels of the Falcon, the only thing visible of the smuggler as he tinkered away.

     "As friends. At least I thought so, until she kept kissing me all the time," Luke groaned, slamming his head back against the wall he was leaning on. "I didn't mean to give her the wrong impression. The first time was fine, but then it kept happening. I brought it up to Wedge, and he said that when women do that then they're into you...or something."

     Han's head popped up from the grate, sliding his goggles up his forehead as he raised an oil-streaked eyebrow. "So tell her you're not interested. Problem solved... And stop listening to everything that Antilles kid tells ya." He pointed over to the hydrospanner Luke had thrown. "Now you gonna keep spouting your little holo-drama at me or are you gonna help like you promised?"

     Luke frowned. Even without the Force, he'd always been able to read Han's body language, despite the man insisting that he was 'unreadable'. Han could conceal emotions when he wanted to, sure, but when he was at his most vulnerable, the truth was written all over his face, just as it was now. He looked...angry.

      He levitated the hydrospanner over to Han with a silent stare, the casual use of his powers only deepening the scowl on the Corellian's face. Han snatched the tool from middair and immediately dove back down to continue working.

     Biting his lip, Luke scooted closer to the open grating. "You know Han, I'm serious about not being into her. She's really great, my best friend even, but I've just never liked women that way. Maybe...once I figure out how to tell her that, I can mention your interest instead? I know that you like her."

     Clang. Clunk. "Kriffing—Shavit."

     Luke leaned over the edge, lips pursed as he took in the sudden welt blossoming under Han's thick mousy bangs. Gloved fingers reached up to rub at it, which only made him hiss tightly through his teeth as a simple graze sent white-hot pain shooting through his temple like an arrow.

     "What did you...?"

     "Hydrospanner. Dropped it."

     "Are...you alright?"

     Han scoffed, face pinched as he brushed the bruise again. "Just go get Chewie. He'll know what to do."

     "Are you sure? I can just—"

     "Luke. Please."

     With a sigh, Luke obliged, rising to his feet with one last sparing glance to make sure his friend wasn't showing any signs of a concussion. Satisfied, he began to call out for Chewbacca, peering down the corridors of the Falcon before turning on his heel into—

     "Leia!"

     Startled mocha-brown eyes glanced up at him, haloed by the blue light of the holo-pad in the princess's hands. She grinned brightly once she managed to focus on his face. "Oh, Luke. I'm glad I caught you. I need to talk to you."

     Luke blanched. "Uh, yeah, I've gotta talk to you too." He cast his eyes from side to side, wishing the Force could aid him in invisibility. "Could I maybe say my thing first, though?"

     "Sure, that's fine. I need to talk to Han too, so I can just get the both of you."

     Kriff. "Wait, Han needs a med-kit. I was going to find Chewie and get—"

     "A med-kit? What the hell's he done now?"

     Leia stomped past Luke, pushing him aside easily despite his few inches over her. Stumbling, Luke readjusted his footing before turning to follow. He made it just in time to see Han out of the floor panels, curled up against the wall with his palm pressed over his head. His eyes were lidded and his legs stretched out, the welt somehow larger than it had been only seconds ago. Leia was already kneeling by his side.

     "You are beyond lucky I keep these things on me," said Leia, ripping open a bacta bandage with her teeth before slapping it over the dark purple bump of skin. The bitter iciness of the medicine made Han inhale sharply before his shoulders finally relaxed and his hand slumped back to his side.

     A weird feeling bubbled up in Luke's chest, tight and painful before he managed to dissolve it into the Force and out of mind.

     Leia rose to her feet, giving Han a hearty slap on the shoulder and smirking as he groaned—shooting her a glare. Luke shuffled his feet, feeling more and more like he was intruding on something. But why did that feeling feel so strange? Surely he was just being awkward...right?

     "Well now that I've got you both cornered, I needed to discuss your last mission. High Command was missing some details and needed you to fill in the blanks." Leia held the datapad out to Luke, switching back to her 'Rebel' mode where she pulled rank and silenced a room simply by standing in it. Han gave her an eye roll; Luke just stared.

     "That's what you wanted to talk about?"

     Leia frowned. "What did you think I wanted to talk about?"

     Heat rushed into his cheeks faster than he could control it, his tongue heavy in his mouth as he spluttered for a response, Han suddenly snorting loudly from the corner.

     "I think the kid was worried you were gonna ask him out, Your Worship."

     The expression on Leia's face that followed was nothing Luke had ever seen before—her eyes completely blown out and her jaw unhinged.

     "I'm sorry?"

     "No! That's not—" Luke could've strangled Han. "I just...want to make sure you know."

     "Know...?"

     "Know that I'm not into women."

     Han's snickering crescendoed into hearty chuckles as Leia continued to stare at him as if a second head had grown out of his arm.

     "Okay. That's great, Luke. I still don't see what that has to do with your mission brief."

     "It doesn't—Nevermind." He took the datapad from her waiting hand, urging his eyes to focus on the words before him and nothing else. He wasn't sure what he expected in terms of Leia's reaction to his sexual preferences—disappointment, maybe?—but definitely not casual dismissal as if he had just told her he preferred Muja fruit to Jogan fruit.

     It definitely wouldn't be so hard if Han wasn't giggling in the background, his hiccuping laughter crinkling the skin around his eyes in a soft, vulnerable way that the rough and tough smuggler never usually displayed.

     Leia helped Han to his feet, allowing him to put some of his weight over her shoulders as she helped steady him towards the exit ramp.

     "I'm gonna take him to medbay just to double-check everything," Leia called from over her shoulder. "We can finish talking about the brief later, okay?"

     "Uh, yeah...yeah, Leia. Will do."

     The two of them disappeared around the corner, leaving Luke to his own devices and inner turmoil.

...

"Hey, I'm sorry about earlier." Luke set his tray down across from where Leia sat alone, fork picking at a glob of green goo that looked like some kind of vegetable. He could never tell what offworld cuisines were supposed to be.

     Leia glanced up at him with a raised eyebrow, swallowing whatever she had been chewing.

     "What are you sorry about?"

     "I was being weird earlier."

     Leia smirked, eyes sparkling. "Luke, you're not the first person to ask me out. It's alright."

     "But that's just it! I wasn't trying to...I mean," he groaned, dropping his head into his hands. "Why can't I speak today?"

     "So you really don't have a crush on me? I thought for sure, based on Han's reaction that he must've been telling the truth and not just trying to start something." She shrugged. "I mean, I know he teases, but he doesn't lie."

     Luke opened his mouth to continue defending himself, the red color building once more up his neck, into his cheeks and even into his forehead—so much so that surely, Aunt Beru would've whisked him inside for fear of heat stroke. But something was off; that weird feeling returned to his chest.

     "What about Han's reaction?"

     Leia blinked, startled as if she had just let a secret slip. The regal Leia Organa, uncomposed...interesting. "Oh, well, I thought you noticed. He gets kind of grumpy whenever he brings it up. Like he's jealous."

     "Jealous of me?" Luke shook his head. "Well, obviously, Lei, he's completely into you."

     "Is he?"

     "Of course! He sees you kissing me all the time and then refuses to talk to me after. I was trying to tell him that I didn't like you like that, and that I would put up a good word for him once I told—"

     Leia held up her palm, snatching Luke's words from the air. "Hold on. You thought me kissing you meant I had feelings for you?"

     "Well...yeah? Isn't that normally how kissing works?"

     A snort so loud, and so unbecoming of someone of such high standing erupted from Leia's nose, her fork dropping with a clatter as she clutched at her gut, choking in laughter. "Oh stars...stars, Luke, no!"

     The entire cafeteria was looking in their direction now, trying to make heads or tails of what could possibly be going on. Luke ducked his head, gnawing at his cheek.

      "Luke, I'm so sorry." Leia tapered of her chortling with a light sigh, brushing away the building moisture from her eyes. "Kissing is a standard custom on Alderaan for greetings, and expressing gratefulness and friendship. It's so habitual, it never even crossed my mind you would take it as anything but."

     "You kiss...platonically?"

     Leia nodded, dropping her chin into her palm and flashing an apologetic smile. "I should've been asking your permission. I didn't intend to make you uncomfortable."

     Luke almost melted in relief, leaning back with a gasping sigh. Leia wasn't going to be another Akira, thank the Force. He didn't think he would've been able to bear it if he had lost her as a friend; they had grown so close—almost like siblings.

     "Well this is great! You can tell Han, and he can finally stop being so mopey all the time and confess his feelings." He had said the words with a smile, yet he still felt a pull in his stomach...almost, disappointment?

     Furrowing her brow, Leia leaned further over the table, locking into his eyes. "I don't have feelings for Han, either."

     "Oh..."

     She tucked her hair behind her ears, which were tinted pink. "There's someone else I have feelings for. You may have met her." Her eyes narrowed. "But we're not talking about me."

     "We're not?"

     "No, you idiot, we're talking about how Han is jealous of how close you and I are."

     "But we're not—"

     "I know." She took his hand. "Luke. I've talked with Han. A lot. He's basically an open book. I would know if he had feelings for me."

     Luke stared down at their intertwined fingers, brain running faster than he could keep up with. "I don't understand. If he's not into you, what's he so jealous of then?"

     Leia's lips thinned, yet she stayed quiet, waiting for the pieces to fall into place. Luke wanted to shake her, demand what information she was hiding. The past few hours had been confusing enough without another person looking at him with such a knowing gaze.

     All his life he had gotten that look—his friends, his aunt and uncle, and now Leia. The churning in his stomach began to worsen, bordering him near nausea.

     After a moment, Leia's hand slid out of his, the soft skin taking its warmth with it. Her eyes looked even sadder than before. "I don't know. Maybe I'm reading the situation wrong."

     Luke recalled earlier in the day, watching Han's every movement with a careful eye, memorizing every line and crinkle over his face and practically swooning whenever he managed to pull a smile out of him. And maybe, if he had paid more attention—Ben had always chided him on keeping his focus, a Jedi had to be aware of their surroundings—he would've noticed the same fond stares directed back his way.

     He gaped at Leia. Words no longer existed. "No...he can't..."

     Leia beamed, patting his hand before rising from her chair. "Talk to him. He should just be getting out of medical if you go now."

     Still breathless, Luke followed her movement to his feet, scampering so quickly he barely had time to say goodbye. He gave a quick peck to her cheek, grinning wildly. "Love you, Leia."

     Leia rolled her eyes, glowing in amusement. "Go on, you gundark."

     Then, Luke was gone, hightailing it out of the mess hall and around the corner like a speeder on full thrust. Leia watched him go with a soft smile, gathering up the tray he had left behind. "Love you too."

...

"Han!"

     The Twi'lek man at the entrance of the medbay jerked up from his seat, body tense and on alert from the cry. His lekku twitched as his gaze found Commander Skywalker sprinting into the hall with heaving breaths, every inch of him showing a man on a mission. He set down his datapad.

     "Commander, is there something I can help you with?"

     Wild blue eyes shot to him before quickly gaining their barings and dimming in focus. "Yes, um, I need to see Captain Solo. Princess Organa submitted him a few hours ago for a once-over. He had a head wound. Hydrospanner."

     A rambling Jedi; now he'd seen it all.

     He leaned over his workspace towards the computer database, pulling up their most recent files with a hum. "Yes. Captain Solo was cleared to leave about...five minutes ago. Signed himself out."

     "Do you know where he went?"

     "I can't be sure, Commander."

     Luke sighed, running his fingers up and down the desk before nodding with a vigorous jerk. "Thank you for your help."

     In a flash, the young man bolted out as fast as he had come in, his speed almost unnatural. The entirety of the base couldn't have missed him as he skidded up and down the halls, barely managing his harried excuse me's as he pushed around pilots and techs alike.

     Wedge, who lost his footing when a stray elbow nudged him aside, went toppling over a pile of crates, glaring up at the blur of movement with a poignant Corellian curse on his tongue before he recognized the flopping blonde locks of his bunkmate. Reassuring the rookie who began insistently panicking over the dented crates in Huttese, Wedge got back on his feet and rushed to catch up with his friend.

      "Luke! Hey—excuse me, sorry—Skywalker, wait up!"

     Wedge's boots skidded across the icy ground as he spun around the corner, tracking the familiar beige fatigues with breathless gasps. Luke was fast, sure, but he was also short. There was no way the young pilot had darted away so quickly, he had just seen...

     Leaning against the stepladder up to his X-wing and waving off the flabbergasted mechanic who was tinkering with the thrusters, was Luke, his hair windswept from his sprint and his eyes boring into the glowing blue light of his communicator.

     As Wedge approached, he heard the hurried mutterings from under his Commander's breath, the holo flickering in between different frequencies. He was surprised that the ever so aware Jedi-in-training failed to notice his presence, deeply drawn into the blue light like he was under a spell.

     With a shake of his head, he reached out and tapped him on the shoulder.

     Luke shrieked, fumbling with the comm before it fell from his hands, seconds away from shattering before it floated an inch off the ground. Wedge raised an eyebrow, always taken aback by his friend's casual displays of power. Especially when said friend was blushing deeply, trying and failing to maintain a posture that wouldn't give away his blatantly obvious panic. He snatched the commlink out of the air, it still floating around like the anti-gravs of a ship had been turned off.

     "Wedge, uh, what...what are you doing here?"

     Wedge fought a snicker, biting at his cheek. "It's the docking bay, Commander."

     Luke looked around as if just waking from a dream, tucking his hair behind his ears with his head ducked low. "Right... Sorry. I'm a bit frazzled." Blue eyes bored into him. "Have you seen Han?"

     "Solo? Yeah, I saw him leaving medical a few minutes ago. You two have a spat or something?"

     "What? No, we—I'm not mad at him. I just need to talk to him."

     "Oh. Well he looked pretty pissed, so I just figured." He shrugged. "Fighting over the princess again."

     "Oh kriffing hell, Wedge, enough of that." Luke tugged at his hair, stomping away with a huff. Wedge blinked at him for a moment, before scrambling after him once more.

     "Hey, Luke, wait, man! I saw Han heading down near the bunks. Maybe he's looking for you too."

     Luke paused, peering over his shoulder with narrowed eyes before sighing. "You're sure?"

     "Pretty sure."

     Nodding, Luke gave his tall friend a pat on the shoulder. "Well, just for the record, Leia doesn't have feelings for me like you said."

     Wedge hummed, letting the pieces slide together. "But...Solo does?"

     Luke's cheeks flushed deep. "I...am trying to figure that one out."

     "Well don't let me stop you." His already wide smirk grew even larger. "Go get him, Skywalker."

     "Stars you're annoying," said Luke with a roll of his eyes and the beginnings of a smile. "I better not hear Rogue Squadron gossiping about this tomorrow."

     "Oh I can promise you bets will have already been exchanged about your relationship status before we can even start up the simulators."

     Wedge suddenly found his feet rising from the ground, his body freely floating like the commlink had been. His wicked grin fell immediately, his eyes wide. "Woah, Luke, I'm joking!"

     Luke snickered into his gloves, lightly setting his friend back to the ground with a smile. "That's what I thought you'd said, Captain."

...

Han knocked on the door to Luke's bunk for the third time, rubbing at his temples to ease the throbbing that continued to pound away at his skull. He hadn't been aware hydrospanners to the head could hurt so damned bad.

     Another moment of silence passed and he groaned. He would've slammed his head against the motionless door if he wasn't confident that such a movement would knock him unconscious. He wasn't even sure why he was here, acting like a needy teenager knocking at the kid's door so incessantly when it was obvious no one was inside.

     He had no idea why he was so jealous either. Luke had made it very clear that he wasn't into Leia—so that was cleared up for the most part. And he wasn't exactly sure he believed Leia held any feelings for Luke either. He'd seen how she looked at that Alderaanian pilot, Evaan.

     So what was his problem? Did it matter that much that one guy didn't return his affections? Han had had plenty of heartbreaks in his relationships, so why in all nine Corellian hells was it the kriffing wide-eyed Jedi with the dorky smile and the heart the size of the galaxy that was getting to him?

     Blast, he was thinking about that stupid smile again. Damnit, Solo, get a grip.

     He knocked again. The sound reverberated through his bruised brain.

     "Han?"

     He turned to find Luke trailing down the corridor, face guarded and timid, but eyes wide and trusting. Han swallowed.

     "Hey! There you are, kid." He rubbed at his neck, gesturing weakly at the door. "Been knocking. Thought I'd tell ya I'm all good."

     Luke shoved his hands in his pockets. "Yeah, I stopped by the medic to check up. I just missed you."

     They stared at each other in the sudden silence, neither of them able to lock eyes. Han cleared his throat, almost positive that everything had been normal a few hours ago. Luke looked on the verge of bolting.

     "Uh, so, you get everything squared away with Leia?"

     "Yeah. Kissing's a platonic custom from Alderaan. She does it to a lot of people apparently."

     "Ah."

     "And she said she didn't have any feelings for you either. By the way."

     "I kinda figured."

     "Oh. You know about—"

     "The Verlaine girl, yeah."

     "I never got a name, I just knew... Yeah, someone else."

     Han shuffled his feet around, thanking the stars that Chewie wasn't around to see him imploding so disastrously. Han Solo was a smooth talker, he wasn't awkward, or shy, or fumbly. It had to be that Jedi stuff. Some mind trick scrambler thing-a-ma jiggy.

     Luke took a deep breath. "Han, I meant to ask you something."

     "Yeah, kid, anything."

     "If not Leia...do you have feelings for anyone?"

     Here we go, Solo. Moment of truth. Go and ruin your friendship.

     Kriff, how was he supposed to look him in the eye? He hadn't been that obvious with his feelings. He thought.

     "Uh...sure. Yeah, I mean. You know me."

     Luke cocked his head to the side in that way that made Han melt in his boots. "Well I thought I knew you..."

     "What's that mean?"

     "It means..." Great. Now they were looking straight at each other, full eye-to-eye even with the height difference. "It means I think the person you have feelings for is me."

     Han desperately wanted to deflect, to deny, but he knew Luke would sense his lie. Whether through the Force or just by looking at his face, he would just know.

     He slumped against the wall, head in hands. "I know you don't feel the same, kid. You don't have to, I know it's out of the blue or whatever, but I swear I'm not normally this weird about it, karking hells..."

      "Han," Luke whispered, leaning beside him and holding tight to his arm. "I...I think I have the same feelings for you."

     Han's head whipped up fast enough that he saw spots, his vision dancing before Luke caught him from toppling over, a concerned frown on his face. Han waved off all the concern however, eyes still bugging far out of their sockets. "You...you what?"

     "I have feelings for you. I really like you, Han. I guess I just...thought you liked Leia and blocked all my emotions out in the process. I didn't want to get between you two."

     Suddenly, Han broke into hysterical laughter, holding tight to Luke's shoulders as he nearly keeled over with hiccupping breaths. "Luke, you are too much, you know that?"

     A wrinkle appeared on the young Jedi's forehead as he furrowed his brow. "What's so funny?"

     "Nothing, kid, just...stars. I'm never hearing the end of this from Chewie."

     Luke, brow still furrowed but smile breaking through, leaned closer to the Corellian, pulling himself onto his tiptoes. "Well for what it's worth, I think you're cute when you're jealous."

     Han huffed. "It wasn't jealousy. You just always blabbed on about me and Leia, I figured you couldn't possibly return my feelings if you were constantly trying to set us up."

     "In my defense, you are constantly flirting with her. What else was I supposed to think?"

     "Flirting's a Corellian custom."

     "Oh?" Luke was giggling now. Han smirked.

     "Yep. Do it with everyone. Completely platonic. Real flirting is saved special for those super oblivious farmboys that completely misunderstand the romantic lives of their friends."

     Luke raised an eyebrow. "And what about kissing? Is that a platonic Corellian custom as well?"

     Han leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Luke's small waist. Their noses were brushing against one another, so close they could see the details in each other's eyes. Han felt lighter than air. "Nope. Those are saved special too. Exactly for those farmboys."

     Luke beamed. "Well lucky me."

     As soon as their mouths came crashing together, Luke ridiculed himself for ever believing Leia had harbored any romantic feelings towards him. This was something more, something magical and indescribable. His fingers thrummed and his heart sprinted up and down his ribcage, the Force singing around the both of them as their hands clasped one another together, refusing to ever let go.

     It wasn't either of their first kiss by any means, yet it was powerful enough to leave the both of them breathless as they pulled apart, gasping at one another like they had never experienced anything like it before. And like the lovestruck idiots they were, they went right back to it, lost to their happiness without a care in the world. 

...

A/N

Hey guys! This one's a bit lengthier than normal, so I hope you all enjoy! I had fun writing it, the banter between the trio is always a lot of fun to work with, especially the "love triangle" stuff. :P

In other news, I have a short story that is being considered for an annual publication of compiled creative works at my university! I'm so excited to have a start on putting my work in the world, no matter how small! Thank you to all of you who have encouraged my passion, it has boosted my confidence a million times over and helped me improve my writing. <3

Also, I'm a little late on Valentine's Day, but let's consider this my contribution for now, lol. Lots of love to all of you who continue to read my works! Hope to have more out soon! I have so many ideas for these two nerfs, I love them so much. So much in fact that people have been questioning my inclusion of their relationship in my rewrite of Redemption, which I find pretty funny. Of all the tweaks I've been making, I didn't think me putting Han and Luke in a canonical relationship (canonical as far as my fic goes, lol) would be the stinger. XD

But anyways, CLONE WARS IS COMING BACK AND I CANNOT SHUT UP ABOUT IT AHHHHH. I've loved TCW probably since before I even saw all the films as a kid, so it holds a special place in my heart. I cherish this show more than the movies most times (yeah, I know, crazy), and I've used the show as heavy inspiration for most of my themes in Redemption. I was heartbroken when the show was cancelled over 6-7 years ago (was it that long ago???) and I am beyond elated to finally get our final season that we've always wanted. I want to watch the final season and hopefully incorporate any plot lines interwoven into my Redemption rewrite, mainly because I know this new season is going to bleed into Revenge of the Sith movie canon and I want to work with as much of it as I can, seeing as that is the timeline in which my fic takes place. So look forward to that! There shouldn't be too many major spoilers to be had since it all follows prequel canon (Anakin becomes Vader, Order 66, The Outer Rim Sieges, Padmé being pregnant, etc etc), but I will zip my lips for a while after each episode, cause you never know with Filoni. :)

Well, enough of my chattering. Again, hope you guys enjoyed this little one shot as much as I enjoyed writing it! 

*space hugs and kisses*

- lucky_ducky_123