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[ practice makes perfect and they're slowly creeping toward being perfect at this, another happy sounding hum as his hand skates down her back. even with the heels she doesn't feel like she's close enough, trying to stand further on her tiptoes. it doesn't work and instead her arms curl around his neck to keep pressed in close until she remembers something and breaks away abruptly. ]
Oh! I have a surprise for you.
[ despite cassian having at least 18cm and a solid 20 kgs on her, jyn twists out of his grasp easily, skip hopping out of her heels — she abandons them where they fall — to scoop up a bag from the coffee table. she shoves it at cassian. it's full of turkey and bacon pinwheels. there's too many for one person, far too many, it looks like she upended the entire platters into the bag. they're for him to share. ]
Oh! I have a surprise for you.
[ despite cassian having at least 18cm and a solid 20 kgs on her, jyn twists out of his grasp easily, skip hopping out of her heels — she abandons them where they fall — to scoop up a bag from the coffee table. she shoves it at cassian. it's full of turkey and bacon pinwheels. there's too many for one person, far too many, it looks like she upended the entire platters into the bag. they're for him to share. ]
[ he tries not to think about the implications of what it means to move with her so naturally. it's something he's gotten very good at avoiding in all their time together. she pulls back and he chases after her for a moment, but again it's behavior he's used to from her, the way she flits and flitters around like a hummingbird. he isn't that concerned, even if he misses her in close, because she always comes back. ]
[ he smells the meat before he sees it, his stomach churning with both hunger and nausea. it's too big a supply for him for a few days much less one evening. he's been eating these luxurious proteins more frequently with jyn, but his body still isn't used to them enough to eat more than one or two at a time. good thing he's learned they can stay refrigerated for a little while. ]
Are you sure you want me to eat one of these now? [ turkey breath?? even as he asks, he still reaches out and takes a bite out of one. ]
[ he smells the meat before he sees it, his stomach churning with both hunger and nausea. it's too big a supply for him for a few days much less one evening. he's been eating these luxurious proteins more frequently with jyn, but his body still isn't used to them enough to eat more than one or two at a time. good thing he's learned they can stay refrigerated for a little while. ]
Are you sure you want me to eat one of these now? [ turkey breath?? even as he asks, he still reaches out and takes a bite out of one. ]
[ he always looks so boyishly happy when he eats, of course jyn wants him to eat it now. it doesn't connect that the faint excitement is because he is so unused to meat, but jyn loves how it softens his face. of course she is going to feed him all the time. ]
Of course. I'll make tea.
[ tea is, really, the only thing she knows how to make herself. she can't cook or prepare any type of food outside of reheating the previous night's dinner for lunch, but she makes a flawless cup of tea and sets about doing just that.
it's stupid, but she loves the tiny moments of domesticity, butterflies fluttering to see cassian in her space. ]
Of course. I'll make tea.
[ tea is, really, the only thing she knows how to make herself. she can't cook or prepare any type of food outside of reheating the previous night's dinner for lunch, but she makes a flawless cup of tea and sets about doing just that.
it's stupid, but she loves the tiny moments of domesticity, butterflies fluttering to see cassian in her space. ]
Edited 2020-11-23 05:16 (UTC)
[ cassian would never say he is a picky eater, or that he thinks much about food beyond the necessities, but he definitely enjoys the little pinwheels. if he shares them with some of the neighborhood kids (only pieces, their poor little bellies can't handle the entire thing), that's his secret - though he's sure their parents probably suspect the where and how he's getting them. ]
Really? Tea? [ he watches her shuffle away, chewing idly at the turkey while he thinks about another kind of snack. it's jyn, she is the snack, and the dress curves over her hips very nicely. ] Can't we save that for later?
Really? Tea? [ he watches her shuffle away, chewing idly at the turkey while he thinks about another kind of snack. it's jyn, she is the snack, and the dress curves over her hips very nicely. ] Can't we save that for later?
Edited 2020-11-23 05:27 (UTC)
You say that like we can't have tea more than once.
[ he knows she will drink tea 24 hours a day. after her father died, some days she subsisted only on tea. the kettle is turned on, humming as it heats up, and jyn looks over her shoulder at cassian. ]
Is that enough? We can get more.
[ he knows she will drink tea 24 hours a day. after her father died, some days she subsisted only on tea. the kettle is turned on, humming as it heats up, and jyn looks over her shoulder at cassian. ]
Is that enough? We can get more.
You and your tea. [ he finishes about half of the pinwheel, still watching her move around. he is allowed to ogle, he is here for a reason they are both very aware of. he catches her eye when she looks at him, and it pulls him to his feet, setting his half eaten turkey on the table before he saunters over to her. he wastes very little time crowding into her space from behind, resting his hands on her hips and planting a kiss at her neck. ]
It is plenty. [ it is more than enough. it's gross how much of it they have for a single night. how much of it just gets tossed away? ] You know it does not keep longer than a few days.
It is plenty. [ it is more than enough. it's gross how much of it they have for a single night. how much of it just gets tossed away? ] You know it does not keep longer than a few days.
I know you share it, Cassian.
[ jyn once saw helena eat an entire plate of profiteroles in the span of an hour so it doesn't seem like waste to her when everyone at the parties were gluttons and lushes. surely there was waste, but jyn had never made it to the end of any of these parties, even when she was younger and not occupied with inviting cassian to come play with her.
she affects a very put upon sigh. ]
I suppose the tea can wait though I was very much hoping to be a puddle of jelly later and completely incapable of walking. But if you think I'll be capable of standing and making tea later...
[ gauntlet thrown. ]
[ jyn once saw helena eat an entire plate of profiteroles in the span of an hour so it doesn't seem like waste to her when everyone at the parties were gluttons and lushes. surely there was waste, but jyn had never made it to the end of any of these parties, even when she was younger and not occupied with inviting cassian to come play with her.
she affects a very put upon sigh. ]
I suppose the tea can wait though I was very much hoping to be a puddle of jelly later and completely incapable of walking. But if you think I'll be capable of standing and making tea later...
[ gauntlet thrown. ]
I am not hiding it. They still do not last very long. [ fortunately there are a lot of kids who flock his way whenever word gets out that he's brought more pinwheels back. ]
[ he doesn't seem particularly bothered by her determination to make tea, but nor is he putting a pause on his attentions. his lips find her neck again, this time kissing a trail up to just below her ear. ]
You can make your tea. [ his tone is too innocuous to be genuine, and it doesn't match up with the way his hands dip below her skirt, lifting it up over her hips so he can dig his fingers into her bare skin below the hem of her underwear. ] I never said stop.
[ he'll just be a distraction. ]
[ he doesn't seem particularly bothered by her determination to make tea, but nor is he putting a pause on his attentions. his lips find her neck again, this time kissing a trail up to just below her ear. ]
You can make your tea. [ his tone is too innocuous to be genuine, and it doesn't match up with the way his hands dip below her skirt, lifting it up over her hips so he can dig his fingers into her bare skin below the hem of her underwear. ] I never said stop.
[ he'll just be a distraction. ]
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