[ she shouldn't have let go of the light, force damn it. ]
Or the balcony.
[ is she serious? maybe. they have the options at their disposal, but if he wants to decide how they do this then he has to be decisive. her fingers grip into his shoulder, returning his hungry kisses with an eagerness of her own that never had a chance to be tempered. ]
Another idea with appeal. [ right now she could suggest probably anything and he might agree to it, in the future. he likes the options? he likes that it keeps the future so open and sure together? ]
[ but he really just... wants to be close to her, and the bed seems like the best choice for that! it seems so risky with the empathy bond, but she makes him want to take risks. he can already feel how much she wants him, and it gives him just the right amount of motivation to follow through on the next great idea. ]
[ which is lifting jyn upwards and hauling her over his shoulder. ] I want you in a lot of ways Jyn, but I want this one first.
[ is it possible to be incredibly turned on and also be incredibly amused at the same time? jyn lets out a squeal of surprise that turns into a peal of laughter as cassian throws her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. she squirms automatically but he was smart and tucked her legs to the side so she can't kick him in the balls.
that doesn't stop her from slapping his ass. ]
Don't you dare throw me, Cassian Andor.
[ she knows he is going to throw her, she can feel it in her bones, can feel the childlike anticipation seeping out of him. while her warning is perfunctory at best, if it was serious... kinda loses some authority when she is upside down. ]
[ who's got the upper body strength now, jyn?? ha! ]
[ her laugh is a good sign he hasn't overstepped any boundaries, though the delight he can feel so plainly helps too. it's such a nice, warm feeling, and his own is there too, matching once again. it's fun and silly and ridiculous and unlike most of his experiences, and her warning falls on deaf ears. of course he's going to throw her, that was part of the plan from the start! ]
What about a toss?
[ he does not wait for an answer, just pulls her back down and tosses her on the bed. it's with enough force to make her bounce while somehow still being gentle, or maybe it's just the strange softness he feels being with her in general. ]
[ jyn bounces once on their fluffy bed, grinning at cassian. for five full seconds she tries to look offended, but this is all too easy and light for her to be anything but easy and light. she laughs again as she settles against the pillows, arms spread wide. ]
[ if it was really something he thought she would dislike, he wouldn't have done it, but despite how terrifying it was to approach her with his feelings in the first place, this part feels... easier. ]
[ he is very distracted by her all of a sudden though, comfortable and lounging on the bed, arms out like she's ready to welcome him. she's not even naked, but he still just looks at her a little lovestruck before she reminds him that her pants are still on, and he realizes he misses being up in her space. ]
[ cassian shoots her a grin and moves towards the bed, climbing on and crawling up over her. ] Is there actually another option here?
[ before he gets too distracted again, he tucks his hands into the hem of her leggings and starts pulling them down her legs, not waiting for the nonexistent other option and trusting she'll help him along. ]
[ jyn loves cassian's smile, the way it sweeps the years from his face but highlights the little lines around his eyes as they light up. she loves the dimple half hiding behind the stubble across his cheeks, the way he bites his bottom lip when he tries to keep the smile at bay.
ugh, she loves him so much. ]
There is another option, but it involves defenestration.
[ take her pants off or go out the window.
luckily, he is taking her pants off, with her "help". she wriggles around a bit, lifting her hips when necessary, but she doesn't really do much to help. she is enjoying cassian undressing her. ]
Do not be a mood killer. We can defenestrate your pants instead.
[ he throws her pants away off the bed with it, timing absolutely on purpose because of who he is as a person. he doesn't even fold them, that's how dedicated he is to the joke, or maybe he's just distracted by all that skin. ]
[ she's not even naked. it's not even the first time he's seen her without a shirt or without pants, but it's so much more now. intent matters. and his intent is to get his hands all over her. ]
[ it should be scarier, he thinks, knowing about the empathy bond, knowing how much more it might be, but he thinks jyn already knows so much about him anyway. he's not sure he has anything left to hide. love is the most terrifying of all, and he's already felt that. ]
[ he settles his hand at her thigh, but it doesn't stay there, leisurely making its way back up as he does too. she's warm and happy but so is he, eagerness coming through his fingers in more way than one as his touch finds the curve of her cheek and he leans back in to kiss her all over again. there's more to touch, but it's been too long since he kissed her. ]
the path of his hand sliding across her skin is like a wildfire. he had already breathed life into the tiny ember of hope in her heart, it makes sense he can set the rest of her alight.
her chin tips to meet him enthusiastically, unashamed of how eager she is being. jyn has spent so long keeping everything close, keeping everyone away, to protect herself. there is something exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure about being so wholly open with cassian, making her feel shivery with anticipation, the sharpness in the air before lightning strikes.
greedily, her arms circle him, fingers deftly exploring the already familiar scars across his back and learning the muscles rippling under her touch. she knows them all by name but she is too distracted by the weight of cassian over her, the warmth of being bracketed in by his solid form, the comfort of him instead of the fear of being trapped. cassian won't hurt her; she has known that since he chased after her in jedha, but she can feel now that all he wants is to make her feel good.
[ oh right. he still has his own pants on. he'd honestly forgotten in his rush to just lavish attention on jyn, and he still doesn't want to stop doing that just to take his stupid pants off. his mouth drops, planting kisses along her jaw while he grapples with how comfortable she is beneath him. he knows it because he can feel it; it's amazing how easily the doubts are erased every time she touches another part of him. it's a lot, but he doesn't feel like he's drowning - it's more like coming up for air. ]
[ he lets go of her and starts shucking his pants away, trying his best one handed because he doesn't want to stop kissing her. it isn't working very well, so he plants one more warm kiss just under her ear before he leans back enough to free himself of his own pants, kicking them away and off the bed. it leaves him free to finally swoop back in close. ]
[ her head tips back against the pillow when his mouth moves, invitation to continue his exploration when he returns. they've had so much terrifying intimacy already -- whispering about their childhoods in the middle of the night, sharing their favorite spots in the city or their favorite passages from books, slowly working jyn's taste buds back to the spices cassian favors -- this seems like a natural extension of everything they already are.
whatever anxiety may have been lingering is burned away by the rush of heat that comes when he crowds back into her space and the feel of his lips on her neck again. ]
Shut up or I'll throw you off the bed.
[ it's her house! he is just a (permanent) guest! ]
[ part of him wonders how this can feel so easy when it's so impossible to hide himself. he hates sharing himself with people, it was always safer not to. but there isn't anything about jyn that's dangerous to him, not anymore. she's already broken through all the old barriers, and now he's left with warmth and her skin against his making him feel loved. ]
No you won't. [ casually calling her out, smiling against her skin while he continues kissing his way along her neck. he can literally feel how much she wants him in close. he has one hand on the bed for balance, but the other is pressed in tight at her waist. he bites gently under her jaw, soothing it over with his tongue. ] I would just come back, and you would let me.
[ he knows what is going to happen before he calls her out and she knows it, but it doesn't stop her from shoving him off her and the bed. all that upper body strength has to come in handy sometime and jyn is choosing to use it now, hurling him right off the bed.
he shouldn't have put her down outside of the direct middle of the bed.
the peal of laughter that punctuates her shove does not soften the thud when he hits the floor, but it's muted by the fluffy rug on the floor and for once cassian falling isn't wrapped up in her nightmares of the data vault, instead wrapped up in the warm feeling of good humor and delight at the smile he is trying to hide as she rolls over to the edge of the bed to look at him on the floor. ]
[ cassian really should have expected that. maybe part of him did, maybe he wanted it to happen for the simple stupidity of it. the lightness and ease between them now is so foreign but so welcome; he knows there's an end goal here but it doesn't mean he can't just... be a little ridiculous on the way. jyn makes him feel as light and easy as they're being, and there's no reason to go against it. ]
[ he lands on the floor with a laugh and just lays there for a moment. it's not his fault the rug is comfortable. eventually he sits up, after she tells him there's now a password. ]
[ his gaze drops briefly down her chest, drawn in by the angle she's leaning. password?? sorry, how is he supposed to figure that out when she's smiling down at him like that?? ]
What if I bypass it and just use the I love you cheat code?
[ before he can decide to fully get up on his own, jyn launches herself off the bed and tackles him back on to the rug, straddling his hips with a triumphant smile on her expression. her hand carefully cradles the back of his head so she doesn't concuss him as her hair spills out of her barely holding it together bun, fluttering free like a disheveled halo.
she ducks her head, peppering kisses across his jaw and throat as her fingers tighten slightly through his hair, free hand dragging the back of her nails across his ribs. she presses a tiny kiss to the tip of his nose, a sweetly innocent gesture at odds with the impassioned tension that is thicker in the air than the humidity. ]
[ he laughs again when she launches herself at him, enjoying the little thrill of the crash. how is he supposed to think of a password when she's so comfortably on top of him like that? her hands and mouth move almost frantically and he sighs with it, looking up at her starstruck. ]
[ he settles one hand at her hip, letting the other wander up along her spine, tracing the edge of her bra band while she kisses him, and he doesn't know how long he'll be able to just lay there and let her without leaning up to kiss her back. her hand in his hair is like a pull, keeping him tethered to her like he wasn't already, but in a general sense too he is just very into her tugging on his hair. ]
It's a word, but I'll accept kissing while you sort it out.
[ she doesn't want to be bored whilst he struggles coming up with a password that will be very obvious once he actually thinks about it. jyn isn't one for subtleties and cassian is a very smart man, she knows he'll figure it out before too long.
she'll make him say herb with an h and she'll definitely use sex to facilitate that.
her mouth travels back down his neck, kissing with the faintest bite of teeth. she doesn't think cassian would particularly relish any marks where anyone else can see them, which is why her teeth really sink into his warm skin once she reaches his shoulder. easily covered by a shirt, jyn will still know the bruise of her teeth are hiding underneath. ]
[ a single word, and he knows 100% it's something that will annoy him. he struggles to think of it just because her kisses are distracting in the best ways. he likes the attention to his neck, but he appreciates how she targets the subtly of his shoulder even more. ]
[ he slips his fingers under the band when she says he can, undoing the clasps while she bites at his skin. the straps slide down her shoulders, and he helps it along, pulling it off her arms and off entirely, discarding her bra gently on the floor. ]
[ oh, now he gets it. ] I cannot believe you are manipulating me into saying herb wrong.
[ he says it 'erb' obviously, letting his hands travel up her now bare chest, his gaze following the same path as he pushes her back just enough to take in the sight of her. his fingertips trace over a scar over her ribcage, sweep over the curve of her breast, then settle in comfortably at her neck. he wants to tell her she is beautiful, but she can probably already feel the admiration and physical attraction in his touch, because it's all wrapped up in how much he still wants her and how he can't seem to stop staring at her. ]
[ instead he just pulls her back down so he can kiss her again. ]
Yes, you can, [ jyn murmurs softly, shivering under his intense gaze. she can feel the heat creeping across her chest but she is saved from blushing by the way cassian pulls her back down and the heat burns into the kiss. his hands are distracted and jyn uses that to her advantage, curling her hands around his biceps and pressing his arms to the floor.
he is trapped by jyn pressed against his hips, her hands holding him down, and she draws back with a ruthless smile that shimmers with victory. ]
[ cassian would normally hate this. if someone else tried to pin him down, he could think of 50 ways to stop it. even now, he can think of several means to escape, but he finds himself more than at ease - he's weirdly into this, but maybe it's just the warm weight of her combined with everything he feels from her touch. ]
[ it's the smirk that really does him in, and maybe the fact that he's got a very nice view from this angle, so at the moment he's not all that bothered being pinned down. there's a flush on her chest that he knows is because of him, and he's always appreciated how strong she is - now he gets to actually admire the muscle too. ]
[ he jerks his hips upward, not trying to escape so much as to simply push against her. ]
[ jyn hisses out a little whine from the friction, nails digging into his biceps. it's probably the flare of desire that causes her to snap so quickly: ]
Say herb, you twat!
[ this is pure romance. outright wrestling and being belligerent must be flirting in some species, admiral raddus seemed to appreciate her aggression, maybe this is how the mon cala court each other. or, what was illya again? russian. this is probably how russians flirt. ]
[ he only reacts with a stupid smile, which isn't much of a reaction because he was already smiling at her. her belligerence isn't anything new, and cassian has always found it amusing on some level. of course it would be the same here. ]
[ his hands lock onto her waist (sloppy grip jyn, that's too much freedom for his hands), and he lifts a knee at the same time, then within barely two seconds he flips them over, landing jyn on her back while he boxes her in with his knees and holds her wrists to the fluffy rug. ]
[ he's just lucky she wasn't trying to hurt him. cassian could take her out from afar before jyn could even consider that maybe there was a threat, jyn knows this man is so dangerous. she also has the not at all misplaced confidence that she could absolutely obliterate him in a fight, wouldn't even have to be a fair one. he has her pinned, but she is letting it happen -- there isn't much fight in her, despite her constant bickering.
it's foreplay. ]
It is. Say herb or you're never getting me naked.
[ she settles under him, seemingly content with doing nothing until he says the password, but her own knee also shifts to drag up his bare thigh. her bleat of laughter when he counters by sitting down on her legs is pure joy. ]
[ he knows she could probably flip him back over with ease, there is a reason he was admiring her muscles in particular before. she is Strong and that's Hot. but it's the easy and familiar back and forth, that's the fun part, combined with the way the movement keeps pressing them together in different ways. ]
[ her laugh delights him completely. he's never going to get tired of that sound. ]
[ but he gives her a very slow once over after sitting on her legs, languidly looking down and back up her chest with a very quiet smirk. ]
I already have you mostly naked. I could work with that.
[ he doesn't want to and he's not going to, but it's the temporary principle of the argument. ]
[ she can feel it as clearly as she can feel her own desire, she can read it on his expression, see it in the sparkling mirth in his eyes. she wonders idly when it became easy to read him, but there has always been something unspoken between them. they had been able to work soundlessly as a unit since jedha, in silent concert. ]
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Or the balcony.
[ is she serious? maybe. they have the options at their disposal, but if he wants to decide how they do this then he has to be decisive. her fingers grip into his shoulder, returning his hungry kisses with an eagerness of her own that never had a chance to be tempered. ]
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[ but he really just... wants to be close to her, and the bed seems like the best choice for that! it seems so risky with the empathy bond, but she makes him want to take risks. he can already feel how much she wants him, and it gives him just the right amount of motivation to follow through on the next great idea. ]
[ which is lifting jyn upwards and hauling her over his shoulder. ] I want you in a lot of ways Jyn, but I want this one first.
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that doesn't stop her from slapping his ass. ]
Don't you dare throw me, Cassian Andor.
[ she knows he is going to throw her, she can feel it in her bones, can feel the childlike anticipation seeping out of him. while her warning is perfunctory at best, if it was serious... kinda loses some authority when she is upside down. ]
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[ her laugh is a good sign he hasn't overstepped any boundaries, though the delight he can feel so plainly helps too. it's such a nice, warm feeling, and his own is there too, matching once again. it's fun and silly and ridiculous and unlike most of his experiences, and her warning falls on deaf ears. of course he's going to throw her, that was part of the plan from the start! ]
What about a toss?
[ he does not wait for an answer, just pulls her back down and tosses her on the bed. it's with enough force to make her bounce while somehow still being gentle, or maybe it's just the strange softness he feels being with her in general. ]
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Gonna take my pants off or what?
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[ he is very distracted by her all of a sudden though, comfortable and lounging on the bed, arms out like she's ready to welcome him. she's not even naked, but he still just looks at her a little lovestruck before she reminds him that her pants are still on, and he realizes he misses being up in her space. ]
[ cassian shoots her a grin and moves towards the bed, climbing on and crawling up over her. ] Is there actually another option here?
[ before he gets too distracted again, he tucks his hands into the hem of her leggings and starts pulling them down her legs, not waiting for the nonexistent other option and trusting she'll help him along. ]
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ugh, she loves him so much. ]
There is another option, but it involves defenestration.
[ take her pants off or go out the window.
luckily, he is taking her pants off, with her "help". she wriggles around a bit, lifting her hips when necessary, but she doesn't really do much to help. she is enjoying cassian undressing her. ]
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[ he throws her pants away off the bed with it, timing absolutely on purpose because of who he is as a person. he doesn't even fold them, that's how dedicated he is to the joke, or maybe he's just distracted by all that skin. ]
[ she's not even naked. it's not even the first time he's seen her without a shirt or without pants, but it's so much more now. intent matters. and his intent is to get his hands all over her. ]
[ it should be scarier, he thinks, knowing about the empathy bond, knowing how much more it might be, but he thinks jyn already knows so much about him anyway. he's not sure he has anything left to hide. love is the most terrifying of all, and he's already felt that. ]
[ he settles his hand at her thigh, but it doesn't stay there, leisurely making its way back up as he does too. she's warm and happy but so is he, eagerness coming through his fingers in more way than one as his touch finds the curve of her cheek and he leans back in to kiss her all over again. there's more to touch, but it's been too long since he kissed her. ]
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the path of his hand sliding across her skin is like a wildfire. he had already breathed life into the tiny ember of hope in her heart, it makes sense he can set the rest of her alight.
her chin tips to meet him enthusiastically, unashamed of how eager she is being. jyn has spent so long keeping everything close, keeping everyone away, to protect herself. there is something exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure about being so wholly open with cassian, making her feel shivery with anticipation, the sharpness in the air before lightning strikes.
greedily, her arms circle him, fingers deftly exploring the already familiar scars across his back and learning the muscles rippling under her touch. she knows them all by name but she is too distracted by the weight of cassian over her, the warmth of being bracketed in by his solid form, the comfort of him instead of the fear of being trapped. cassian won't hurt her; she has known that since he chased after her in jedha, but she can feel now that all he wants is to make her feel good.
or maybe that is what she wants. ]
Take your pants off.
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[ he lets go of her and starts shucking his pants away, trying his best one handed because he doesn't want to stop kissing her. it isn't working very well, so he plants one more warm kiss just under her ear before he leans back enough to free himself of his own pants, kicking them away and off the bed. it leaves him free to finally swoop back in close. ]
Are we throwing those out the window too?
[ he's not gonna let that go. ]
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whatever anxiety may have been lingering is burned away by the rush of heat that comes when he crowds back into her space and the feel of his lips on her neck again. ]
Shut up or I'll throw you off the bed.
[ it's her house! he is just a (permanent) guest! ]
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No you won't. [ casually calling her out, smiling against her skin while he continues kissing his way along her neck. he can literally feel how much she wants him in close. he has one hand on the bed for balance, but the other is pressed in tight at her waist. he bites gently under her jaw, soothing it over with his tongue. ] I would just come back, and you would let me.
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he shouldn't have put her down outside of the direct middle of the bed.
the peal of laughter that punctuates her shove does not soften the thud when he hits the floor, but it's muted by the fluffy rug on the floor and for once cassian falling isn't wrapped up in her nightmares of the data vault, instead wrapped up in the warm feeling of good humor and delight at the smile he is trying to hide as she rolls over to the edge of the bed to look at him on the floor. ]
There's a password to get back on the bed now.
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[ he lands on the floor with a laugh and just lays there for a moment. it's not his fault the rug is comfortable. eventually he sits up, after she tells him there's now a password. ]
[ his gaze drops briefly down her chest, drawn in by the angle she's leaning. password?? sorry, how is he supposed to figure that out when she's smiling down at him like that?? ]
What if I bypass it and just use the I love you cheat code?
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[ before he can decide to fully get up on his own, jyn launches herself off the bed and tackles him back on to the rug, straddling his hips with a triumphant smile on her expression. her hand carefully cradles the back of his head so she doesn't concuss him as her hair spills out of her barely holding it together bun, fluttering free like a disheveled halo.
she ducks her head, peppering kisses across his jaw and throat as her fingers tighten slightly through his hair, free hand dragging the back of her nails across his ribs. she presses a tiny kiss to the tip of his nose, a sweetly innocent gesture at odds with the impassioned tension that is thicker in the air than the humidity. ]
What's the password, Captain?
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[ he settles one hand at her hip, letting the other wander up along her spine, tracing the edge of her bra band while she kisses him, and he doesn't know how long he'll be able to just lay there and let her without leaning up to kiss her back. her hand in his hair is like a pull, keeping him tethered to her like he wasn't already, but in a general sense too he is just very into her tugging on his hair. ]
Are more kisses the password? I can do that.
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[ she doesn't want to be bored whilst he struggles coming up with a password that will be very obvious once he actually thinks about it. jyn isn't one for subtleties and cassian is a very smart man, she knows he'll figure it out before too long.
she'll make him say herb with an h and she'll definitely use sex to facilitate that.
her mouth travels back down his neck, kissing with the faintest bite of teeth. she doesn't think cassian would particularly relish any marks where anyone else can see them, which is why her teeth really sink into his warm skin once she reaches his shoulder. easily covered by a shirt, jyn will still know the bruise of her teeth are hiding underneath. ]
You can take it off.
[ her bra, since he's there. ]
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[ he slips his fingers under the band when she says he can, undoing the clasps while she bites at his skin. the straps slide down her shoulders, and he helps it along, pulling it off her arms and off entirely, discarding her bra gently on the floor. ]
[ oh, now he gets it. ] I cannot believe you are manipulating me into saying herb wrong.
[ he says it 'erb' obviously, letting his hands travel up her now bare chest, his gaze following the same path as he pushes her back just enough to take in the sight of her. his fingertips trace over a scar over her ribcage, sweep over the curve of her breast, then settle in comfortably at her neck. he wants to tell her she is beautiful, but she can probably already feel the admiration and physical attraction in his touch, because it's all wrapped up in how much he still wants her and how he can't seem to stop staring at her. ]
[ instead he just pulls her back down so he can kiss her again. ]
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he is trapped by jyn pressed against his hips, her hands holding him down, and she draws back with a ruthless smile that shimmers with victory. ]
Say it.
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[ it's the smirk that really does him in, and maybe the fact that he's got a very nice view from this angle, so at the moment he's not all that bothered being pinned down. there's a flush on her chest that he knows is because of him, and he's always appreciated how strong she is - now he gets to actually admire the muscle too. ]
[ he jerks his hips upward, not trying to escape so much as to simply push against her. ]
It.
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Say herb, you twat!
[ this is pure romance. outright wrestling and being belligerent must be flirting in some species, admiral raddus seemed to appreciate her aggression, maybe this is how the mon cala court each other. or, what was illya again? russian. this is probably how russians flirt. ]
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[ his hands lock onto her waist (sloppy grip jyn, that's too much freedom for his hands), and he lifts a knee at the same time, then within barely two seconds he flips them over, landing jyn on her back while he boxes her in with his knees and holds her wrists to the fluffy rug. ]
That's not a real word.
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it's foreplay. ]
It is. Say herb or you're never getting me naked.
[ she settles under him, seemingly content with doing nothing until he says the password, but her own knee also shifts to drag up his bare thigh. her bleat of laughter when he counters by sitting down on her legs is pure joy. ]
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[ her laugh delights him completely. he's never going to get tired of that sound. ]
[ but he gives her a very slow once over after sitting on her legs, languidly looking down and back up her chest with a very quiet smirk. ]
I already have you mostly naked. I could work with that.
[ he doesn't want to and he's not going to, but it's the temporary principle of the argument. ]
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[ she can feel it as clearly as she can feel her own desire, she can read it on his expression, see it in the sparkling mirth in his eyes. she wonders idly when it became easy to read him, but there has always been something unspoken between them. they had been able to work soundlessly as a unit since jedha, in silent concert. ]
Come on, Cassian.
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