[ of course she ignores him. he really should have expected no less! even though it doesn't help his argument, his smile widens and he falls back into kissing her, especially when she presses in even closer. his stomach is butterflies and warmth, and he wants her hands under his shirt, over his skin. he wants to tell her to take it off, but that involves pulling his mouth from hers and maybe she was onto something with the whole nonstop kissing thing. ]
[ he kisses her more and more, briefly biting at her lip, and he breaks again, though he is speaking against her mouth because true to her word, she doesn't stop kissing him herself. ]
You can take it off. [ a beat, where he kisses her again, fingers digging into her waist. ] But not here.
[ he doesn't necessarily mean she can't take his shirt off here, on the couch, but he does not want to continue this here, on the couch. maybe it might be too much too soon but they're both happy and wanting, and cassian tells himself that's enough. ]
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[ he kisses her more and more, briefly biting at her lip, and he breaks again, though he is speaking against her mouth because true to her word, she doesn't stop kissing him herself. ]
You can take it off. [ a beat, where he kisses her again, fingers digging into her waist. ] But not here.
[ he doesn't necessarily mean she can't take his shirt off here, on the couch, but he does not want to continue this here, on the couch. maybe it might be too much too soon but they're both happy and wanting, and cassian tells himself that's enough. ]