[ it's awkwardness that creeps into him when she looks up at him, as though he hadn't just spent the same time taking in the sight of her too. her gaze is warm and wanting and hungry, and it sends the smallest of shivers down his spine. he realizes her intentions two seconds too late, caught up in staring at her, because the next thing he knows she's yanking him closer, and the next thing he feels is her mouth on him. ]
[ it's a kiss, it's teasing, it's so much, and he closes his eyes with it, letting out the softest puff of air. he wants, but he freezes at the same time as it catches up with him what she's asking. he wants to give in so badly but he doesn't know how. doesn't know if he can. how is he supposed to ask? what does he even deserve? ]
Jyn. [ it's pleading, but not in a fun way. ]
[ he thinks it should probably be easier with her. he loves her, so much, it might be incredibly simple to just tell her yes, because everything is still caught up in an overwhelming sense of want. he should be able to just go with it. he should be able to hand himself over to her. he trusts her, doesn't he? ]
[ and then he feels guilty for a multitude of reasons, including but not limited to his inability to say yes, but he doesn't want to feel guilty, so he tries to smother the feeling, reaching out to settle his hands over hers. he gently pulls them away from his legs, nerves alight and worried but still trying to drown it out by thinking about how much he wants to kiss her instead. he coaxes her to her feet, expecting a fight and bracing himself for it, but she's pliant, easy, and the relief he feels when she stands up in front of him is like a river rush. ]
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[ it's a kiss, it's teasing, it's so much, and he closes his eyes with it, letting out the softest puff of air. he wants, but he freezes at the same time as it catches up with him what she's asking. he wants to give in so badly but he doesn't know how. doesn't know if he can. how is he supposed to ask? what does he even deserve? ]
Jyn. [ it's pleading, but not in a fun way. ]
[ he thinks it should probably be easier with her. he loves her, so much, it might be incredibly simple to just tell her yes, because everything is still caught up in an overwhelming sense of want. he should be able to just go with it. he should be able to hand himself over to her. he trusts her, doesn't he? ]
[ and then he feels guilty for a multitude of reasons, including but not limited to his inability to say yes, but he doesn't want to feel guilty, so he tries to smother the feeling, reaching out to settle his hands over hers. he gently pulls them away from his legs, nerves alight and worried but still trying to drown it out by thinking about how much he wants to kiss her instead. he coaxes her to her feet, expecting a fight and bracing himself for it, but she's pliant, easy, and the relief he feels when she stands up in front of him is like a river rush. ]
Will you persuade me another day?