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Do not be a mood killer. We can defenestrate your pants instead.

[ he throws her pants away off the bed with it, timing absolutely on purpose because of who he is as a person. he doesn't even fold them, that's how dedicated he is to the joke, or maybe he's just distracted by all that skin. ]

[ she's not even naked. it's not even the first time he's seen her without a shirt or without pants, but it's so much more now. intent matters. and his intent is to get his hands all over her. ]

[ it should be scarier, he thinks, knowing about the empathy bond, knowing how much more it might be, but he thinks jyn already knows so much about him anyway. he's not sure he has anything left to hide. love is the most terrifying of all, and he's already felt that. ]

[ he settles his hand at her thigh, but it doesn't stay there, leisurely making its way back up as he does too. she's warm and happy but so is he, eagerness coming through his fingers in more way than one as his touch finds the curve of her cheek and he leans back in to kiss her all over again. there's more to touch, but it's been too long since he kissed her. ]

[ ♪ you're the storm -- the cardigans

the path of his hand sliding across her skin is like a wildfire. he had already breathed life into the tiny ember of hope in her heart, it makes sense he can set the rest of her alight.

her chin tips to meet him enthusiastically, unashamed of how eager she is being. jyn has spent so long keeping everything close, keeping everyone away, to protect herself. there is something exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure about being so wholly open with cassian, making her feel shivery with anticipation, the sharpness in the air before lightning strikes.

greedily, her arms circle him, fingers deftly exploring the already familiar scars across his back and learning the muscles rippling under her touch. she knows them all by name but she is too distracted by the weight of cassian over her, the warmth of being bracketed in by his solid form, the comfort of him instead of the fear of being trapped. cassian won't hurt her; she has known that since he chased after her in jedha, but she can feel now that all he wants is to make her feel good.

or maybe that is what she wants. ]

Take your pants off.

[ oh right. he still has his own pants on. he'd honestly forgotten in his rush to just lavish attention on jyn, and he still doesn't want to stop doing that just to take his stupid pants off. his mouth drops, planting kisses along her jaw while he grapples with how comfortable she is beneath him. he knows it because he can feel it; it's amazing how easily the doubts are erased every time she touches another part of him. it's a lot, but he doesn't feel like he's drowning - it's more like coming up for air. ]

[ he lets go of her and starts shucking his pants away, trying his best one handed because he doesn't want to stop kissing her. it isn't working very well, so he plants one more warm kiss just under her ear before he leans back enough to free himself of his own pants, kicking them away and off the bed. it leaves him free to finally swoop back in close. ]

Are we throwing those out the window too?

[ he's not gonna let that go. ]

[ her head tips back against the pillow when his mouth moves, invitation to continue his exploration when he returns. they've had so much terrifying intimacy already -- whispering about their childhoods in the middle of the night, sharing their favorite spots in the city or their favorite passages from books, slowly working jyn's taste buds back to the spices cassian favors -- this seems like a natural extension of everything they already are.

whatever anxiety may have been lingering is burned away by the rush of heat that comes when he crowds back into her space and the feel of his lips on her neck again. ]

Shut up or I'll throw you off the bed.

[ it's her house! he is just a (permanent) guest! ]

[ part of him wonders how this can feel so easy when it's so impossible to hide himself. he hates sharing himself with people, it was always safer not to. but there isn't anything about jyn that's dangerous to him, not anymore. she's already broken through all the old barriers, and now he's left with warmth and her skin against his making him feel loved. ]

No you won't. [ casually calling her out, smiling against her skin while he continues kissing his way along her neck. he can literally feel how much she wants him in close. he has one hand on the bed for balance, but the other is pressed in tight at her waist. he bites gently under her jaw, soothing it over with his tongue. ] I would just come back, and you would let me.

[ he knows what is going to happen before he calls her out and she knows it, but it doesn't stop her from shoving him off her and the bed. all that upper body strength has to come in handy sometime and jyn is choosing to use it now, hurling him right off the bed.

he shouldn't have put her down outside of the direct middle of the bed.

the peal of laughter that punctuates her shove does not soften the thud when he hits the floor, but it's muted by the fluffy rug on the floor and for once cassian falling isn't wrapped up in her nightmares of the data vault, instead wrapped up in the warm feeling of good humor and delight at the smile he is trying to hide as she rolls over to the edge of the bed to look at him on the floor. ]

There's a password to get back on the bed now.

[ cassian really should have expected that. maybe part of him did, maybe he wanted it to happen for the simple stupidity of it. the lightness and ease between them now is so foreign but so welcome; he knows there's an end goal here but it doesn't mean he can't just... be a little ridiculous on the way. jyn makes him feel as light and easy as they're being, and there's no reason to go against it. ]

[ he lands on the floor with a laugh and just lays there for a moment. it's not his fault the rug is comfortable. eventually he sits up, after she tells him there's now a password. ]

[ his gaze drops briefly down her chest, drawn in by the angle she's leaning. password?? sorry, how is he supposed to figure that out when she's smiling down at him like that?? ]

What if I bypass it and just use the I love you cheat code?

No cheating.

[ before he can decide to fully get up on his own, jyn launches herself off the bed and tackles him back on to the rug, straddling his hips with a triumphant smile on her expression. her hand carefully cradles the back of his head so she doesn't concuss him as her hair spills out of her barely holding it together bun, fluttering free like a disheveled halo.

she ducks her head, peppering kisses across his jaw and throat as her fingers tighten slightly through his hair, free hand dragging the back of her nails across his ribs. she presses a tiny kiss to the tip of his nose, a sweetly innocent gesture at odds with the impassioned tension that is thicker in the air than the humidity. ]

What's the password, Captain?

Edited 2019-10-14 05:47 (UTC)

[ he laughs again when she launches herself at him, enjoying the little thrill of the crash. how is he supposed to think of a password when she's so comfortably on top of him like that? her hands and mouth move almost frantically and he sighs with it, looking up at her starstruck. ]

[ he settles one hand at her hip, letting the other wander up along her spine, tracing the edge of her bra band while she kisses him, and he doesn't know how long he'll be able to just lay there and let her without leaning up to kiss her back. her hand in his hair is like a pull, keeping him tethered to her like he wasn't already, but in a general sense too he is just very into her tugging on his hair. ]

Are more kisses the password? I can do that.

It's a word, but I'll accept kissing while you sort it out.

[ she doesn't want to be bored whilst he struggles coming up with a password that will be very obvious once he actually thinks about it. jyn isn't one for subtleties and cassian is a very smart man, she knows he'll figure it out before too long.

she'll make him say herb with an h and she'll definitely use sex to facilitate that.

her mouth travels back down his neck, kissing with the faintest bite of teeth. she doesn't think cassian would particularly relish any marks where anyone else can see them, which is why her teeth really sink into his warm skin once she reaches his shoulder. easily covered by a shirt, jyn will still know the bruise of her teeth are hiding underneath. ]

You can take it off.

[ her bra, since he's there. ]

[ a single word, and he knows 100% it's something that will annoy him. he struggles to think of it just because her kisses are distracting in the best ways. he likes the attention to his neck, but he appreciates how she targets the subtly of his shoulder even more. ]

[ he slips his fingers under the band when she says he can, undoing the clasps while she bites at his skin. the straps slide down her shoulders, and he helps it along, pulling it off her arms and off entirely, discarding her bra gently on the floor. ]

[ oh, now he gets it. ] I cannot believe you are manipulating me into saying herb wrong.

[ he says it 'erb' obviously, letting his hands travel up her now bare chest, his gaze following the same path as he pushes her back just enough to take in the sight of her. his fingertips trace over a scar over her ribcage, sweep over the curve of her breast, then settle in comfortably at her neck. he wants to tell her she is beautiful, but she can probably already feel the admiration and physical attraction in his touch, because it's all wrapped up in how much he still wants her and how he can't seem to stop staring at her. ]

[ instead he just pulls her back down so he can kiss her again. ]

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Yes, you can, [ jyn murmurs softly, shivering under his intense gaze. she can feel the heat creeping across her chest but she is saved from blushing by the way cassian pulls her back down and the heat burns into the kiss. his hands are distracted and jyn uses that to her advantage, curling her hands around his biceps and pressing his arms to the floor.

he is trapped by jyn pressed against his hips, her hands holding him down, and she draws back with a ruthless smile that shimmers with victory. ]

Say it.

[ cassian would normally hate this. if someone else tried to pin him down, he could think of 50 ways to stop it. even now, he can think of several means to escape, but he finds himself more than at ease - he's weirdly into this, but maybe it's just the warm weight of her combined with everything he feels from her touch. ]

[ it's the smirk that really does him in, and maybe the fact that he's got a very nice view from this angle, so at the moment he's not all that bothered being pinned down. there's a flush on her chest that he knows is because of him, and he's always appreciated how strong she is - now he gets to actually admire the muscle too. ]

[ he jerks his hips upward, not trying to escape so much as to simply push against her. ]

It.

[ jyn hisses out a little whine from the friction, nails digging into his biceps. it's probably the flare of desire that causes her to snap so quickly: ]

Say herb, you twat!

[ this is pure romance. outright wrestling and being belligerent must be flirting in some species, admiral raddus seemed to appreciate her aggression, maybe this is how the mon cala court each other. or, what was illya again? russian. this is probably how russians flirt. ]

[ he only reacts with a stupid smile, which isn't much of a reaction because he was already smiling at her. her belligerence isn't anything new, and cassian has always found it amusing on some level. of course it would be the same here. ]

[ his hands lock onto her waist (sloppy grip jyn, that's too much freedom for his hands), and he lifts a knee at the same time, then within barely two seconds he flips them over, landing jyn on her back while he boxes her in with his knees and holds her wrists to the fluffy rug. ]

That's not a real word.

[ he's just lucky she wasn't trying to hurt him. cassian could take her out from afar before jyn could even consider that maybe there was a threat, jyn knows this man is so dangerous. she also has the not at all misplaced confidence that she could absolutely obliterate him in a fight, wouldn't even have to be a fair one. he has her pinned, but she is letting it happen -- there isn't much fight in her, despite her constant bickering.

it's foreplay. ]

It is. Say herb or you're never getting me naked.

[ she settles under him, seemingly content with doing nothing until he says the password, but her own knee also shifts to drag up his bare thigh. her bleat of laughter when he counters by sitting down on her legs is pure joy. ]

[ he knows she could probably flip him back over with ease, there is a reason he was admiring her muscles in particular before. she is Strong and that's Hot. but it's the easy and familiar back and forth, that's the fun part, combined with the way the movement keeps pressing them together in different ways. ]

[ her laugh delights him completely. he's never going to get tired of that sound. ]

[ but he gives her a very slow once over after sitting on her legs, languidly looking down and back up her chest with a very quiet smirk. ]

I already have you mostly naked. I could work with that.

[ he doesn't want to and he's not going to, but it's the temporary principle of the argument. ]

You don't want to.

[ she can feel it as clearly as she can feel her own desire, she can read it on his expression, see it in the sparkling mirth in his eyes. she wonders idly when it became easy to read him, but there has always been something unspoken between them. they had been able to work soundlessly as a unit since jedha, in silent concert. ]

Come on, Cassian.

[ he doesn't want to but he could keep it that way for a while, out of spite. it's impossible to lie to jyn, sometimes even without the empathy bond. she is reading him clear as day, but he still doesn't want to give in yet. if he's gonna say herb stupidly, he's gonna drag it out as long as possible until she gets annoyed with him first. ]

[ so instead of saying the password, he leans down and brushes his lips over hers. he doesn't stay there, letting his mouth wander again along her jaw, dipping down her neck. she doesn't have to do anything! he can just kiss the fuck outta her!! ]

[ jyn is not opposed to having sex on the soft, fluffy rug so honestly she will offer no complaints when his mouth begins a journey down her throat and across her chest. he is the one that wants to be in bed. it is only when she feels him start to linger, that she tips her head to follow his path across her chest. ]

Are you... are you following my freckles?

[ she breathes out a soft laugh, teeth pressing into her bottom lip. there's something wildly electrifying in the simple act of mapping the freckles across her skin and she feels another jolt of desire, bright and hot. ]

[ ♫ compass - zella day ]

[ he is also very into the rug, just not enough to stay here the whole time. it's fine for now, it's very comfortable, but he wants something dumb! he wants to be able to just... roll over and lay there with her, when it's all over! eventually he'll get to the bed, even if he has to say herb with a goddamn h. ]

[ he smiles against her skin when she notices his pattern. he wasn't trying to be subtle, but he had wondered if she'd notice. he plants a lingering kiss to a cluster of freckles right near the center of her chest, near her heart. ]

It's like a star map. To you.

[ whether it's stars or gravity, it seems like there's always a map to each other. a way back, a way home. ]

[ unrelated to any sort of map, his fingertips dip under the band of her underwear, fueled on by that burst of desire he can feel under his lips. he might be feeling sappy, but he also wants. ]

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[ the sweetness of it sends warmth flooding through her. it isn't anything new, he's always been able to find her; on jedha, on eadu, on scarif, cassian as been able to find his way to her from the start. he'd found her again in new amsterdam (or maybe she finally found him, it's debatable) and jyn knew even then that she wasn't going to let go. ]

You don't need a map to me.

[ he's not going to get lost. that isn't the force or some metaphysical, mystical bullshit, he is her home and she his and she is going to hold on to that with every fibre of hope and strength within her. he is her choice, her home. ]

Edited 2019-10-18 03:01 (UTC)

[ force, he can feel the warmth and softness in such a raw, real way, it's like they're both already beyond naked. there's a lot about the empathy bond that makes this easier, makes it so they don't have to talk very much, but on the flipside it's so much more. he doesn't have to assume based on body language, or read between the lines of her words. he knows, just like she does. he doesn't need a map to find home. ]

[ she knows him so well it's terrifying, but here he is touching her anyway and welcoming it in return, opening himself up to her. ]

[ his smile softens, even as he kisses a line between several of her freckles, tracing it with his tongue right after. ] I will always find you. This one is more for... exploration.

[ like the way his hand disappears entirely in her underwear and down between her legs, ready to do some of that aforementioned exploring. ]

[ the soft burn from his stubble, the rasp of his tongue, the soft press of his lips, the warmth of his breath, it's all so much and not enough at once. her eyes close, focusing on the sensations even when her breath hitches when his hand slips in her underwear.

she should tell him to take them off but she likes this his hand can't stray too far from her. ]

Never took you for exploring the unknown regions.

[ she swallows, licking her lips. she should stop him because he wanted to be stupidly romantic and fuck on the bed -- probably in candlelight and they do have enough candles -- but she doesn't want to pause this right now. instead she dims the overhead lights, locks the doors, turns on the soft golden accent lighting, puffs out a small little gasp because she can't pretend he isn't affecting her.

she'll stop him in a second. ]

Edited 2019-10-18 17:01 (UTC)

[ the simple fact that she closes her eyes is such an explicit sign of trust, and it makes him feel good beyond just in the physical. neither of them trust easily, but here they are. she doesn't try to stop him, so he doesn't take his hand away, but he does shift his kisses back up towards her neck instead as she dims the lights and sets the mood. he's so delighted. ]

That is how you learn to know them. And I would like to get to know all of you, if you would let me.

[ his fingers slide carefully through her folds, sighing into her neck and kind of awed that this is happening, that it still feels like they've got miles to go when it's already this much. he bites just under her jaw, and the way his hand moves almost studiously against her proves just how much he wants to find everything there is to know. ]

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