[ all things considered, not the correct way to answer. she will let him! she is happy to let him! he can explore her to his heart's content! but also her brain has gone all fuzzy and heavy and her stomach has swooped into her throat as her body tries to regain some kind of equilibrium.
she breathes out in a whoosh, turning her head quickly to try to blindly kiss him. she misses, kissing the bridge of his nose instead. ]
[ he has no doubts that she very much is okay with this, but it's so warbly and stuttered an okay that he laughs a little. ] Your tone does not inspire a lot of confidence.
[ his fingers get a little more daring, a little more sure and steady. she is warm and wet and he loves watching her face and the rise and fall of her chest as he touches her. when she shifts, trying to kiss him, he is all too happy to move his own head and press his lips to hers to grant that wish, seemingly ignoring her demand for him to say the dumb password. he's busy kissing her and eager with his hand, and maybe he started with the intention of only working her up more, but cassian finds he wants to see if he can keep going. he wants her to feel good, and he can already sense that fuzzy, happy whirl rushing over her. he wants to get her off on the rug first just like this, fingers moving in a more purposeful pace with one of them tentatively teasing at pushing inside her. ]
[ there's something full about the loop of her emotions mingling with his -- twin selfish desires to get jyn off, matching warmth and love and a fuzzy happiness that is still so new it's a novelty, mingling desire. that is the one where jyn can't differentiate, it is all simply a rush of passion and lust and want and it is distracting her from demanding he say herb to get on the kriffing bed.
there's nothing wrong with being selfish. she's made a life of it.
he wants this too and jyn doesn't know if she can stop him in order to fulfill his stupid, romantic dreams. so she doesn't, she doesn't stop him to the benefit her own enjoyment. ]
I don't know what I like more, [ she hums, voice threaded through with a faint breathlessness, thin, pulled taut. ] What you're doing or you being wrong.
[ there's no reason the romance can't continue after, can't continue up on the bed - it's still part of his plan, even if he has to say herb to accomplish it. but he has the chance to do something good and nice for jyn now, to bask a little longer in this particular comfortable haze of happy and want. ]
[ she wants this too, he can feel it; it's strange not to check in with words for it, but it's in the brush of her skin to his clear as day. it's a moment to be selfish, and jyn deserves nice things. like orgasms. ]
I think the first one is more applicable to me alone. You like when anyone is wrong. [ he kisses her again, biting at her lip while he slides a finger inside her; it already feels like so much more than he expected, even for him from all the emotion between them, but he starts to fuck her with his hand, eager to make her sound even more breathless. ]
[ so much. cassian is so competent at so many things, she absolutely adores when he is wrong. competency is very, very attractive -- and it is infuriating that he is so good at this as well -- but his fallibility is what makes her feel at home in his arms. she loves all his imperfections.
even that he says herb incorrectly.
sh puffs a harsh breath, unashamedly directing his fingers where she needs them. the spike of excitement she feels rolling through him at her bitten out demands makes her feel bolder in her demands, however stuttering her breathing has become.]
I want to put my mouth on your cock. I want to know how you taste, what sounds you make when I'm going down on you.
[ cassian laughs against her mouth, of course she likes when he's wrong. it's what makes him never want to be wrong, out of spite. but he's more than happy to take direction from her. he might be good at this, but only because he listens and he learns and it's better to follow her guidance until he knows for sure. good thing he's a quick learner. ]
I like when you make that noise. [ what noise? any noise! doesn't matter, he likes listening to the sounds he's drawing from her. ]
[ he full body shudders when she makes her other demand, unable to hide the surge of want that rushes over him, but following behind that very quickly is confusion. confusion and a little reluctance, and he doesn't understand why she wants to do it, but he doesn't want to talk about his own feelings so it's time for turnabout round two. ]
One day I am going down on you. [ he punctuates this with a careful curl in his fingers, hoping to distract her from her request by using two now to fuck her while his thumb finds her clit. ] But other things come first.
[ stubborn to the last, jyn clamps her legs together, trapping cassian's hand in a vise so he can't move it. his fingers can still move but with far less freedom of movement. she struggles some with grounding herself enough to argue. ]
Will you let me?
[ a crease sprouts between her eyebrows, speaking to a thread of concern. ]
[ cassian stills his hand the moment she clamps down, suddenly worried maybe there's a new line he crossed, but she isn't interested in stopping him. just pausing because she's still stuck on giving him a blowjob. ]
[ he recognizes the concern on her face via expression before feeling and tests just how much he can still move his fingers to push off answering. he still doesn't want to answer, so he just keeps at it, albeit more quietly so. ]
Not tonight. [ her face, her voice, the rise and fall of her chest, they all make it difficult for him to deny her outright, but he knows he can't quite agree right now either. maybe he can deflect a little too. ] Ask me again when I am not just thinking about being inside you.
Daisy won't be able to get away from me on the train. I will beat sense into her if I have to.
[ she can't talk her out of if, but she can try to convince her to be smart. but maybe no one gets consequences here. she read gaby's post. she sees. ]
[ after everything, illya's considering leaving new beijing and going back to new amsterdam. what reason is there to stay? he isn't going to take a favor and he doesn't know if his help would even be wanted.
he hasn't made any decisions but he thinks that going back to new amsterdam would at least give him time to look for a place to stay since he doubts anyone is going to want him in the apartment.
and that is fine. he tried to do something to keep daisy from potentially losing her life because the thought of that still nearly incapacitates him. before he decides though, he does have to do one thing and that's why he's here, knocking on this particular door.
he has no idea if he'll get cassian or jyn. he doesn't know if one is better than the other in this instance. ]
jyn opens the door, mouth set into a line, but she holds it open to let him in so maybe she isn't angry with him! or maybe she wants to yell at him in private! we'll find out! ]
[ a part of illya doesn't want to go inside. he knows he's either going to get lectured or yelled at and he already feels terrible enough.
but, he steps inside anyway, suppressing a sigh. ]
Daisy left her ring with me. I just need you to get it back to her.
[ that's all. he doesn't want her to talk to daisy for him, put in a good word, whatever. he just wants her to have the ring. she can sell it if she wants to but at least he'd be able to track her during this whole situation to make sure she stayed in one piece. ]
Because it is hers and she can do with it what she likes.
[ that is, genuinely, the truth. he wants her to carry it so he can make sure she's all right but he also wants her to do...do whatever makes her comfortable. ]
I bought it for her. If she doesn't want to take it, fine. Then you can throw it in the first body of water you see.
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