A Star Wars Valentines Story 2004 - Luke/Mara

Judge's Call by Timothy Zahn
An original exclusive short story

The two small, potbellied aliens bowed low in front of Luke Skywalker. "I hear the Jedi and obey," one of them intoned, his nasal voice hitting three distinct notes at the same time.

"I also hear and obey," the second said, somewhat less enthusiastically. Bowing again, they backed away.

With a quiet sigh, Mara Jade Skywalker looked at her datapad. These two had been the twenty-ninth and thirtieth complainants since Luke had started this session at sunrise this morning. Thirty complainants down. Five billion to go.
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I put this here so I may read it later just in case Random House puts something else up *here* for Valentine's Day. There's also a Han/Leia Story from the Previous year which will be up in the next post.

Star Wars Valentines Story 2003 - Han/Leia

Corphelion Interlude by Troy Denning

A flight of comets hung just beyond the observation dome, their luminous heads arrayed in a ragged double arrow, their long tails striping the dark sky with silver splendor. The largest were visibly creeping across space, and one—a blazing giant with a braided tail that seemed to stretch across half the system—was rapidly swelling to the size of a hubba melon. The panorama was just as advertised, the perfect honeymoon view, and Han Solo could tell by the gabble of three-hundred beings packed onto the small viewing floor that everyone else thought so, too.

At Han's side stood Leia, dressed comfortably but fashionably in a sleeveless doublet and a pair of slinky zoosha pants that Han found especially alluring. Her brown eyes were fixed on the patio below, and on her face, she wore a cordial diplomat's expression that was more mask than smile.

Behind them, a swarm of droning Kubaz spilled out of the turbolift and brushed past, making pointed comments about blocking access to the viewing floor.

"Sorry about this," Han said to Leia. A stop to watch the Corphelion Comets had seemed a romantic way to start their honeymoon—at least until they had discovered that it was the height of the season and every resort on the asteroid was badly overbooked. "I guess the private dome isn't so private, either."
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I hope any random observers liked these two rare treasures.