It was just a question, Jyn. You act like you haven't ever tasted me before. [ and like they haven't fucked fully clothed either. ] I have agreed, but I am not married to the order we set.

[ he lets his hand wander over her ass, shoving at her underwear when she whirls around, but it doesn't get very far before he has to free up his arms so she can pull his shirt off and then - ]

[ she folds his shirt. he recognizes that she told him to take off his pants, but he's too busy stuck on the fact that she took the time to take care of his shirt. she's right that it's well looked after; no one in the congregation goes through as many clothes as they do up here, and this shirt is already a few years old. ]

[ and she folded it for him. he's not sure why it catches him off guard so much. it's such a tiny gesture, but it's one that highlights just how much she pays attention to him. he doesn't know what to do with that information. it's one thing for her to get a crush, anyone would with the enthusiasm he shares in their sex life, but it feels like more than idle care born of that physicality. ]

[ he can't have a crisis over this, so even though he definitely pauses far too long, he manages to shove his pants down in a piss poor attempt to avoid thinking about it, nearly tripping over a pant leg in the process. maybe she'll just tease him over that instead. ]