[ the fire builds and builds, an intensity that borders on painful as the world narrows down to cassian. she doesn't notice the way her fingers are clutching at the soft rug, knuckles white, or the soft, broken moans she's making with each tiny movement of his fingers. she's so overstimulated even the slightest touch threatens to undo her, whimpering weak noises, feeling on the verge of tears. it isn't just the frustration, it's all so much and she can't--
she can't! she doesn't know how to contain this emotion and she doesn't know how to let it go either. ]
I do.
[ it sounds like an apology, pleading, but something cracks inside her, and a cry is wrenched out of her as her whole body seems to tense, muscles clenching against him, around him, finally shaking apart beneath him. her voice is a ragged thread as she whispers his name. ]
[ she says she trusts him aloud but he can feel it too, he has a physical sense of how much she trusts and loves him and how much she wants him. it's just enough on both their ends to get her over the edge at last. he gently coaxes her through it, shivering when she whispers his name. he ducks in and kisses her, planting a soft line of affection down her jaw while she rides it out under his fingers. it's... odd, but not in a bad way, how he can literally feel the waves of pleasure even as he watches her beneath him, and it makes him feel so warm and so wanting. he slows his hand, but he doesn't stop kissing her, wanting to chase away her anxieties. ]
[ it isn't until she stills that he brings his lips back up, close to her ear. ]
[ her limbs feel weak and heavy, sheen of sweat cooling on her skin making her shiver as she struggles to come down and steady her breathing. she's had an orgasm before, but only at her own hand and it turns out her own hand sort of sucks at it if this is the comparison.
damn. ]
Mmm, too late, [ she hums, closing her eyes again. her arms are tired from clutching the rug, the rest of her body is tired from her inability to let go. ]
No way I'm getting back on that bed.
[ he made his stand on the rug to get her off and now he has to deal with the consequences: she doesn't want to move right now. ]
[ there's such a calmness to her now, a settling of her emotions that cassian doesn't think he's ever felt before. she's tired and easy and trying to temper her breathing, so cassian just... lets her lay there, relaxed. she deserves this. ]
[ of course, he does not quite stop kissing her. he brushes his lips gently along her jaw, without any sense of urgency. it's soft affection over her skin, and he settles his hand idly on her thigh. he's still very much wanting and she can probably feel that, but he's very content like this too, happy to lay around and flower her with kisses. ]
I will carry you there. [ he doesn't say it like a demand, it's more of an offer with full intent to follow up, even with argument. she doesn't have to move yet, but he still wants to get back up. ]
[ he doesn't seem very motivated to get her on the bed right now, mapping her skin with his mouth all over again, some kisses so feather light that they bring shivers. she is certainly lacking any motivation to move. so far their fluffy rug has proven a fantastic place to lay and she is struggling to be fussed about movie. his desire for romance was pushing her before, but now she is too relaxed to care. ]
Going to finally get me naked first or are you somehow gonna manage to fuck me anyway?
[ her underwear hadn't hindered him before but she doesn't think his dick is going to be as dexterous as his fingers. ]
[ yes it's so! he just needs some time! cassian doesn't get romance. he doesn't usually get softness or laziness, smiles and kisses and easy chatter. he wants to kiss her because he wants to kiss her, and even though yes, more fucking is on both of their agendas, it's just... nice to lay here now. the rug is nice too, but the bed is theirs, and that's his picture of romantic, even if it doesn't matter in the end to jyn. ]
Naked, definitely. [ he leans up and presses his lips to hers, trying not to linger too long. it's difficult. ] We both still have too many clothes on before the bed comes back into the picture.
[ his hand moves, fingertips skating at the edge of her underwear. ] I want to see all of you.
[ he kisses her, so leisurely, and jyn settles, like something has clicked into place finally. love was always hard for her to quantify, consequence of a life filled with too little love and affection, but she can feel it coming from cassian. it melts through the empathy bond with every touch, a near constant thrum of warmth.
it's a sliver of that peace she felt on the beach, still in cassian's arms. maybe it was never the force she felt, but him.
she swings her arm around his neck, keeping him close as she kisses him in return, heat of desire bringing some life back into her limbs. he's right that they have entire too many clothes on, but she needs a couple more minutes to regain enough energy to help out with the disrobing. ]
[ he can feel that sense of peace, how settled she is from his kiss, and it too reminds him of the beach, of being ready in her arms. she wraps her arms around him again and kisses him back, and his smile threatens to complicate the kissing because it's so wide and so happy and suddenly he doesn't care about pulling her underwear off. he can feel how much she wants him too, and there's heat in his kiss, but it's no less languid, soft, and lazy like they have nothing but time. ]
[ which is true enough tonight. he slides his hands up and cradles her face. comfortable, safe, warm, kissing her all the while like it's a luxury he wants to drown in. ]
I already am home.
[ he is home with her all the time. that's not what she meant, and he is quite nestled in already, but jyn erso is home, and he is madly in love with her. ]
[ jyn lifts her own hand, nails dragging across his beard before her fingers flatten across his cheek. they're already so tangled together that the empathy bond can't get any clearer, but every reminder spoken aloud feels like a victory. ]
You, [ she hums, voice mellow from contentment and full of affectionate warmth. ] Are an absolute dumbo.
[ it's funny how home can be a person and an insult can be a declaration of love. she doesn't know if it's the norm, nothing in her life has been particularly normal, and her example of a loving relationship was short lived and foggy from a child's memory, but she doesn't think they're doing too badly. ]
[ if he couldn't feel all the affection and love practically radiating at her, he might have felt awkward about being called a dumbo, constantly worried about what he says to her as it stands. but he knows that feeling now, implicitly, and it's love. there is a reason he called her home, and it's shared between them both. ]
[ he tilts his head to the side, planting a brief kiss against her palm. ] You love it anyway.
[ he feels confident enough to say so, because even if they're still navigating this new part of their lives, it all feels right. she feels right, and he feels like he belongs. ] There is nowhere else I would rather be right now.
[ it is very true. she loves everything about him. even when he is a dumbo.
teasing desire arcs through the empathy bond as her other arm lifts to swing around his waist, continuing to regain her energy and desire to go down to pleasure town. maybe even on the bed because he's sentimental. ]
Really? Nowhere else? I could think of some places. [ she kisses his cheek, soft and nearly chaste, before whispering: ] Take your pants off, Captain.
[ he just got her off, she's told him she loves him, and he still gets a little thrill when she simply says "I do," she does love him anyway. he can be as absurd or ridiculous as he likes, she loves him anyway. it helps him feel better about navigating this new path with her. ]
[ he can also feel the way her desire starts churning again, which is great because his never really slowed down much. he laughs at her request, nay, demand, stealing a kiss of his own that is not nearly as chaste. he just wants. ]
Yours first. [ he doesn't have a logical argument for it. he's just being contrary like she is all the time. he doesn't give her time to argue either, sliding his hand down and sliding her underwear down too, pulling it down her legs and trusting she'll kick to help him out as needed until they're off. they're a mess, good thing she doesn't need them anymore! ] As long as you are with me, any number of places would probably do.
[ her knickers are off but cassian's are still on and a rush of frustration floods through her, shifting until she can shove them off him herself since he is clearly awful at following instructions properly. she may well throw them out the window this time, even his his trousers did not meet the same fate. ]
But not the wall, hmm? Or the balcony?
[ she made those suggestions but he was determined to fuck on the bed and now he is taking his sweet ass time getting naked. ]
[ despite the glacial pace, she drags his underwear off rather rapidly, and then - that's it. they're both naked, and he wonders if it should be more terrifying, because there is nothing to hide now, emotionally and physically. he's not even pressed in too close, but he wants to be. ]
I never said no to those. Just later.
[ he can feel her impatience and her affection and her want, but cassian thinks his biggest feeling might just be happiness right now. he feels so lucky to have this, to have her. ]
[ he's hovering, but that's okay, because it lets him take in the whole sight of her. scars and freckles and flushed patches of pink as he lets his eyes wander, and it's such a fascinating display of trust. he smiles at her, warm and awed and maybe a little starstruck. ]
[ she darts in to kiss him, quick as a rodian snake, before she presses her hands against his chest and pushes him back. she misses the warmth of him over her immediately but she doesn't reverse course, determined as she scoots back and sits up. ]
[ the temptation to just shove her back on the carpet and fuck her there so they don't have to be apart is a strong one, but she scoots back and he resists. ]
[ he thinks about scooping her up, but realizes 1) she might fight him and they both go down 2) he wants to listen to her tiny request since she's allowed him so many of his own wishes so far. so he ducks in quick to kiss her forehead, then stands up in a swift movement, offering his hand out to help her up instead. ]
[ she ignores his hand for a moment, taking in the sight of him. he already had time to stare at her, but she hasn't had a chance and cassian is the most beautiful man she has ever seen. her eyes slide across his body. he's half familiar already from a(n after)lifetime of waking up with his strong arms curled around her, but she eyes him like a meal, licking her lips as she takes in the length of him, hard already.
finally she accepts his hand but she doesn't stand. instead she pushes to her knees, pulling cassian toward her. he might had tried to brush off jyn going down on him to a later date and she will respect that but it doesn't mean she can't explore.
it's just a kiss, really, open mouthed and warm, tongue darting out to taste him as her free hand inches up his thigh with a featherlight touch. she licks a stripe up his cock, leaving another warm kiss as she looks up, mouth still pressed to him. ]
[ 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. ]
[ the bridge he can't cross makes more sense now, doesn't sting of rejection or loss. hadn't she struggled, frustrated and coiled up too tight, to give into letting go? she'd nearly cried from the frustration and her own perceived failure. as easy as this is for them physically, they're both so emotionally stunted... after so long making their emotions small for so long, it is no wonder they nearly atrophied.
she leans in and kisses the center of his chest, nose twitching as the wiry hair tickles her cheeks, breathing in deeply. ] I get it.
[ she gets it enough. she licks her lips again, closing her eyes as she rests her forehead against his chest. ]
Can I... [ releasing one hand, she traces her fingers down his ribs. can she touch with her hands if not with her mouth? she doesn't intend to get him off with a handjob, but she is still curious. ]
[ he closes his eyes when she says yes, breathing out from the comfort that comes from jyn. if there is anyone who would understand his complicated mess of emotions, it's jyn with her own matching set. the empathy bond makes it easier to figure out the duality of wants as it comes to this, to sex, but it doesn't mean they're suddenly going to be able to handle what it means outside the physicality. ]
[ but her idle affection and her words help settle him. ]
[ cassian knows what she's asking this time, both from her touch and simply in knowing her. a quieter question, something that feels like it a step one. he lets go of her other hand, settles his own at her waist. he ducks in and plants a soft kiss atop her head, letting her request wash over him, grappling with it and how he feels about her. ]
Yes. [ yes, she can touch him. he squeezes her hips, though this time in reassurance more than desire. ] You know I trust you, right?
You don't trust anyone as much as you trust me, [ jyn agrees, a not so small hint of pride in the words. neither of them are very trusting, but she knows cassian trusts her, maybe more than he trusts himself, and that is very precious to jyn. the only reason she is ever willing to compromise is to keep cassian's trust.
even with permission granted, she doesn't go for the goal just yet.
instead her fingers take to exploring his chest, slow and lazy. it isn't teasing, she isn't trying to really work him up, but time is a luxury she wants to take advantage of and there is a different sort of intimacy in taking her time to linger over scars she has already asked about. her fingers move across his stomach and cassian flinches a bit, jyn wonders if he's ever been touched there, without someone trying to disembowel him.
his pulse jumps under her lips when she kisses his neck and his cock jumps under her hand when she finally brushes her fingertips down the length of him, drawing a soft laugh. ]
[ he can't argue. cassian hasn't trusted anyone outside of k2 for a long, long time, not as wholly as he trusts jyn. it continues to be a terrifying realization, but one he doesn't try to pretend isn't real. he picks up on her pride, however tiny, and he smiles - faintly, matching the size of her pride. ] I do not.
[ she starts to move her hands after that, and cassian just... lets her. it's a different kind of terrifying, but he welcomes it, keeping his hands at her hips if only to ground himself against the intimacy of it. ]
[ he shudders when her fingertips ghost over his length, and he battles with the urge to tell her to keep going and the uncertainty of what happens should he do so. her laugh brings him back to her, and he ducks his head down, pressing his forehead to hers, exhaling sharply from... all of it. basking in her touch and letting himself experience it. ]
[ he nudges her at the hips, guiding them both towards the bed. that's a much easier request. ] I do not mind your hands. If you want to...
[ if she wants to touch him again. generally speaking, now or the future. it's in the trust. he wants her hands on him again, that's okay. ]
[ it comes out all at once, a rush of air like she was waiting for his answer. this isn't a fight however and she doesn't have the dexterity to move and take care of his junk at the same time. instead she settles, happily, for kissing him as he backs her toward the bed.
it's nice to feel wanted, a soft, warm feeling.
she keeps kissing him as the back of her knees hit the bed, keeps kissing him as she scrambles up on the bed and finds herself at a better height to curl her arms around his shoulders and pull him in toward her. force, she loves him so much. ]
[ she wants him, which has been very clear for a while now this evening, but he still thrives to hear it aloud, smiling against her mouth when she leans in to kiss him. jyn erso wants him, wants to touch him, is not disgusted by him. that in itself is another whole lot to deal with, so he doesn't, just surrendering himself to knowing it's true. ]
[ jyn climbs onto the bed and suddenly it's a lot easier to kiss her, and he loves her arms wrapped around him. but that's exactly why he'd wanted the bed in the first place; he wanted her to envelope him, and while the carpet would have allowed for the same, it's... different. he can't explain it. ]
[ he ducks his arm around her back, climbing up after her on the bed, and lowering them both down in the process. only - only his legs are 100% going to flop over the side. they're too close to the edge. ]
Hold on, we have to move up - [ but they are still a pile of tangled limbs, so it's gotta be teamwork makes the dreamwork. he tries to lift her to shove her up higher on the bed, but it's a futile gesture when it's one handed and his own angle is hardly stable with her arms still wound tight around him. ]
[ despite all the nudity and her naked desire, jyn bursts into laughter when cassian gets them stuck on the edge of the bed. it is easier for her to untangle her arms and push herself, pulling cassian with her, toward the center of the bed. ]
Captain Cassian Andor, man with a plan, somehow incapable of laying down properly, [ she teases, voice clearly delighted. she is absolutely attracted to how competent he is, who know excessive planning would be such an attractive quality --
(imagine, jyn erso, a woman whose life was so transient and inconsistent that she had swirled through so many aliases that she hadn't heard her own name in something like fifteen years, attracted to the stability of plans on plans on back up plans on contingency plans. what a shocking turn of events.)
-- but she has already told him that she loves it when he is wrong and this is one of those times, drawing a radiant smile. it's nice to laugh, to be happy. ]
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she can't! she doesn't know how to contain this emotion and she doesn't know how to let it go either. ]
I do.
[ it sounds like an apology, pleading, but something cracks inside her, and a cry is wrenched out of her as her whole body seems to tense, muscles clenching against him, around him, finally shaking apart beneath him. her voice is a ragged thread as she whispers his name. ]
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[ it isn't until she stills that he brings his lips back up, close to her ear. ]
Herb.
[ with an h! ]
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damn. ]
Mmm, too late, [ she hums, closing her eyes again. her arms are tired from clutching the rug, the rest of her body is tired from her inability to let go. ]
No way I'm getting back on that bed.
[ he made his stand on the rug to get her off and now he has to deal with the consequences: she doesn't want to move right now. ]
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[ of course, he does not quite stop kissing her. he brushes his lips gently along her jaw, without any sense of urgency. it's soft affection over her skin, and he settles his hand idly on her thigh. he's still very much wanting and she can probably feel that, but he's very content like this too, happy to lay around and flower her with kisses. ]
I will carry you there. [ he doesn't say it like a demand, it's more of an offer with full intent to follow up, even with argument. she doesn't have to move yet, but he still wants to get back up. ]
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[ he doesn't seem very motivated to get her on the bed right now, mapping her skin with his mouth all over again, some kisses so feather light that they bring shivers. she is certainly lacking any motivation to move. so far their fluffy rug has proven a fantastic place to lay and she is struggling to be fussed about movie. his desire for romance was pushing her before, but now she is too relaxed to care. ]
Going to finally get me naked first or are you somehow gonna manage to fuck me anyway?
[ her underwear hadn't hindered him before but she doesn't think his dick is going to be as dexterous as his fingers. ]
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Naked, definitely. [ he leans up and presses his lips to hers, trying not to linger too long. it's difficult. ] We both still have too many clothes on before the bed comes back into the picture.
[ his hand moves, fingertips skating at the edge of her underwear. ] I want to see all of you.
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it's a sliver of that peace she felt on the beach, still in cassian's arms. maybe it was never the force she felt, but him.
she swings her arm around his neck, keeping him close as she kisses him in return, heat of desire bringing some life back into her limbs. he's right that they have entire too many clothes on, but she needs a couple more minutes to regain enough energy to help out with the disrobing. ]
Make yourself at home.
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[ he can feel that sense of peace, how settled she is from his kiss, and it too reminds him of the beach, of being ready in her arms. she wraps her arms around him again and kisses him back, and his smile threatens to complicate the kissing because it's so wide and so happy and suddenly he doesn't care about pulling her underwear off. he can feel how much she wants him too, and there's heat in his kiss, but it's no less languid, soft, and lazy like they have nothing but time. ]
[ which is true enough tonight. he slides his hands up and cradles her face. comfortable, safe, warm, kissing her all the while like it's a luxury he wants to drown in. ]
I already am home.
[ he is home with her all the time. that's not what she meant, and he is quite nestled in already, but jyn erso is home, and he is madly in love with her. ]
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You, [ she hums, voice mellow from contentment and full of affectionate warmth. ] Are an absolute dumbo.
[ it's funny how home can be a person and an insult can be a declaration of love. she doesn't know if it's the norm, nothing in her life has been particularly normal, and her example of a loving relationship was short lived and foggy from a child's memory, but she doesn't think they're doing too badly. ]
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[ he tilts his head to the side, planting a brief kiss against her palm. ] You love it anyway.
[ he feels confident enough to say so, because even if they're still navigating this new part of their lives, it all feels right. she feels right, and he feels like he belongs. ] There is nowhere else I would rather be right now.
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[ it is very true. she loves everything about him. even when he is a dumbo.
teasing desire arcs through the empathy bond as her other arm lifts to swing around his waist, continuing to regain her energy and desire to go down to pleasure town. maybe even on the bed because he's sentimental. ]
Really? Nowhere else? I could think of some places. [ she kisses his cheek, soft and nearly chaste, before whispering: ] Take your pants off, Captain.
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[ he can also feel the way her desire starts churning again, which is great because his never really slowed down much. he laughs at her request, nay, demand, stealing a kiss of his own that is not nearly as chaste. he just wants. ]
Yours first. [ he doesn't have a logical argument for it. he's just being contrary like she is all the time. he doesn't give her time to argue either, sliding his hand down and sliding her underwear down too, pulling it down her legs and trusting she'll kick to help him out as needed until they're off. they're a mess, good thing she doesn't need them anymore! ] As long as you are with me, any number of places would probably do.
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But not the wall, hmm? Or the balcony?
[ she made those suggestions but he was determined to fuck on the bed and now he is taking his sweet ass time getting naked. ]
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I never said no to those. Just later.
[ he can feel her impatience and her affection and her want, but cassian thinks his biggest feeling might just be happiness right now. he feels so lucky to have this, to have her. ]
[ he's hovering, but that's okay, because it lets him take in the whole sight of her. scars and freckles and flushed patches of pink as he lets his eyes wander, and it's such a fascinating display of trust. he smiles at her, warm and awed and maybe a little starstruck. ]
But I know what I want now.
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[ she darts in to kiss him, quick as a rodian snake, before she presses her hands against his chest and pushes him back. she misses the warmth of him over her immediately but she doesn't reverse course, determined as she scoots back and sits up. ]
So do I. Stand up.
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[ he thinks about scooping her up, but realizes 1) she might fight him and they both go down 2) he wants to listen to her tiny request since she's allowed him so many of his own wishes so far. so he ducks in quick to kiss her forehead, then stands up in a swift movement, offering his hand out to help her up instead. ]
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finally she accepts his hand but she doesn't stand. instead she pushes to her knees, pulling cassian toward her. he might had tried to brush off jyn going down on him to a later date and she will respect that but it doesn't mean she can't explore.
it's just a kiss, really, open mouthed and warm, tongue darting out to taste him as her free hand inches up his thigh with a featherlight touch. she licks a stripe up his cock, leaving another warm kiss as she looks up, mouth still pressed to him. ]
Are you sure I can't persuade you?
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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?
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[ the bridge he can't cross makes more sense now, doesn't sting of rejection or loss. hadn't she struggled, frustrated and coiled up too tight, to give into letting go? she'd nearly cried from the frustration and her own perceived failure. as easy as this is for them physically, they're both so emotionally stunted... after so long making their emotions small for so long, it is no wonder they nearly atrophied.
she leans in and kisses the center of his chest, nose twitching as the wiry hair tickles her cheeks, breathing in deeply. ] I get it.
[ she gets it enough. she licks her lips again, closing her eyes as she rests her forehead against his chest. ]
Can I... [ releasing one hand, she traces her fingers down his ribs. can she touch with her hands if not with her mouth? she doesn't intend to get him off with a handjob, but she is still curious. ]
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[ but her idle affection and her words help settle him. ]
[ cassian knows what she's asking this time, both from her touch and simply in knowing her. a quieter question, something that feels like it a step one. he lets go of her other hand, settles his own at her waist. he ducks in and plants a soft kiss atop her head, letting her request wash over him, grappling with it and how he feels about her. ]
Yes. [ yes, she can touch him. he squeezes her hips, though this time in reassurance more than desire. ] You know I trust you, right?
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even with permission granted, she doesn't go for the goal just yet.
instead her fingers take to exploring his chest, slow and lazy. it isn't teasing, she isn't trying to really work him up, but time is a luxury she wants to take advantage of and there is a different sort of intimacy in taking her time to linger over scars she has already asked about. her fingers move across his stomach and cassian flinches a bit, jyn wonders if he's ever been touched there, without someone trying to disembowel him.
his pulse jumps under her lips when she kisses his neck and his cock jumps under her hand when she finally brushes her fingertips down the length of him, drawing a soft laugh. ]
Alright, Captain. Take me to bed.
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[ she starts to move her hands after that, and cassian just... lets her. it's a different kind of terrifying, but he welcomes it, keeping his hands at her hips if only to ground himself against the intimacy of it. ]
[ he shudders when her fingertips ghost over his length, and he battles with the urge to tell her to keep going and the uncertainty of what happens should he do so. her laugh brings him back to her, and he ducks his head down, pressing his forehead to hers, exhaling sharply from... all of it. basking in her touch and letting himself experience it. ]
[ he nudges her at the hips, guiding them both towards the bed. that's a much easier request. ] I do not mind your hands. If you want to...
[ if she wants to touch him again. generally speaking, now or the future. it's in the trust. he wants her hands on him again, that's okay. ]
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[ it comes out all at once, a rush of air like she was waiting for his answer. this isn't a fight however and she doesn't have the dexterity to move and take care of his junk at the same time. instead she settles, happily, for kissing him as he backs her toward the bed.
it's nice to feel wanted, a soft, warm feeling.
she keeps kissing him as the back of her knees hit the bed, keeps kissing him as she scrambles up on the bed and finds herself at a better height to curl her arms around his shoulders and pull him in toward her. force, she loves him so much. ]
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[ jyn climbs onto the bed and suddenly it's a lot easier to kiss her, and he loves her arms wrapped around him. but that's exactly why he'd wanted the bed in the first place; he wanted her to envelope him, and while the carpet would have allowed for the same, it's... different. he can't explain it. ]
[ he ducks his arm around her back, climbing up after her on the bed, and lowering them both down in the process. only - only his legs are 100% going to flop over the side. they're too close to the edge. ]
Hold on, we have to move up - [ but they are still a pile of tangled limbs, so it's gotta be teamwork makes the dreamwork. he tries to lift her to shove her up higher on the bed, but it's a futile gesture when it's one handed and his own angle is hardly stable with her arms still wound tight around him. ]
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Captain Cassian Andor, man with a plan, somehow incapable of laying down properly, [ she teases, voice clearly delighted. she is absolutely attracted to how competent he is, who know excessive planning would be such an attractive quality --
(imagine, jyn erso, a woman whose life was so transient and inconsistent that she had swirled through so many aliases that she hadn't heard her own name in something like fifteen years, attracted to the stability of plans on plans on back up plans on contingency plans. what a shocking turn of events.)
-- but she has already told him that she loves it when he is wrong and this is one of those times, drawing a radiant smile. it's nice to laugh, to be happy. ]
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