“But our love is forbidden,” whispered the Ewok in whatever Ewokian language those things speak.
“Rawwrgggle,” asked Chewbacca. Which meant, “You’re a girl Ewok, right? Because right now that’s all that matters to me.”
Then Chewbacca put on his sheepskin condom. It was the only kind available at the Ewok treehouse/corner store. It probably wasn’t made from an actual sheep, because they didn’t have any of those around on that Ewok planet, but it was the same basic deal.
Then, as the two hairy warriors looked into each others eyes, Chewbacca dreamed of what kind of offspring, if any, they might produce. It wasn’t a pretty sight but neither was the prospect of the flight home, having to look at Leia in that sexy outfit, knowing she wouldn’t even give him a handjob. Besides, rumor was, Ewoks were almost as dirty in bed as they were in the field.
For almost half an hour, they made love. When Han Solo came knocking at the door, Chewbacca growled, “Grrrbibbllle!” This loosely translated into, “Go away! You’re ruining everything.”
When Chewbacca left the next morning, the Ewok asked if they would ever meet again. Chewbacca said they might, but if they did, not to be offended if he didn’t say “hi.” To be honest, all the Ewoks look the same to him.