[ 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. ]
[ he feels like a fool, but her laughter erases any sense of embarrassment. it's such a bright, beautiful sound, it's happiness he can feel from her too as he touches her. she pulls and he follows, unable to bear being apart from her even while moving. he's already been following her for a long time. ]
You are very distracting. [ he steals a kiss, smiling wide. ] One of the most distracting people I have ever met.
[ but she settles, so he settles, pressing in close because he can, because he wants to, because he is happy too. happier than he's been in ages, so much so that it's almost unrecognizable. it makes him want to chase it all the more desperately, cradling her face and kissing her again. it's a heady thing, warm and hungry; he wants to drown in it and what kissing her makes him feel. he wasn't sure he could reach that elation anymore. she makes him happy. it's remarkably easy to accept in this moment. ]
[ there is something uniquely liberating in acting a fool with cassian, a freedom in not having to keep walls up and keep themselves vigilant. it's nice to feel all traces of anxiety and fear burned away by happiness that is a foreign as it is welcome. it's difficult though, she finds, to keep kissing when ridiculous smiles are spread across both their faces. it doesn't stop her, cassian's smile does funny things to her stomach even still. ]
You've got me in bed, Captain. Whatever shall you do with me now?
[ it's his rodeo, as they say. he wanted the bed, ]
[ cassian never feels soft, but now he feels pliant. easy. relaxed in a way he hadn't really thought possible for how utterly exposed he is on every level. he steals another kiss, languid and eager while one of his hands disappears between them, nudging at her thighs, opening her legs wider. ]
I was thinking I could fuck you, finally.
[ it's on the tip of his tongue to ask, one more check in, but he can feel it - her readiness and her want. the blue glow is all but forgotten because he can feel it down to his bones how desperately she wants him and that's all that seems to matter. yes, it's there, her yes is in her touch crystal clear. ]
[ he readies himself, shifts her leg a little bit more, then long at last he pushes inside her with a soft, quiet groan, shuddering as he sinks in slow. ]
Finally, [ jyn breathes, but it's not particularly a complaint. he'd certainly made the delay worth her while and she wasn't in any rush to begin with.
(that is a lie, she was definitely in a rush when he'd first kissed her on the couch.)
she exhales sharply, a little breath of a sigh that turns into an indulgent moan. ]
[ he always feels a lot with jyn. that's not a surprise. but now everything is just... more. he forgets to move and breathe for a second, overwhelmed by the love and the want and all that's in between he can feel from every single place they're touching. it's only when she wriggles her hips with a spike of annoyance that he finally starts to move, breathing out his own quiet sigh. ]
[ fucking her is far more than he expected, even if he'd never forgotten about the bond and what it might mean for this. everything is more, and he wants to chase after it in this desperate grip he has on the feeling of being loved. he's never felt it so solidly. it's unwavering. ]
[ cassian knows she can feel it from him too, but it doesn't stop him from reminding her in her ear, muttering out how much he loves her as moves in her, among other less romantic words all meant to push her further and closer to the edge. he already feels so close to her, but he can't stop from pressing his whole self against her too, because everything is so much and he is drowning in it. he wants to stay under the waves. for once in his life, he just wants to let himself go in everything good that comes from being wound up in and fucking jyn erso. ]
[ it isn't like before; there is no fight to push her over the edge, nothing holding her back from release. she sinks into the warmth and weight of cassian surrounding her, how whole she feels, how settled and at home and on fire all at once.
time loses all meaning, it could be seconds or hours or days but she falls over the edge and takes cassian with her, dissolving into a puddle of pleasure with a keening cry.
[ it doesn't take him much longer, she practically pulls him along as she finishes, and he'd been holding back to make sure she came first. the only real difference is cassian is quieter, following her with only a few gasps and a whisper of her name. ]
[ about three seconds later he just... collapses on top of her, pleasantly exhausted and limbs like jelly. he can still feel everything, every happiness they share and every twitch of their bodies, every sensation of warmth and openness, but for once in his life, he isn't afraid of it all. he just lets it envelope him. ]
[ the weight of cassian should unnerve her; boxed in, cornered, surrounded, she wouldn't be comfortable with anyone else having this much power over her. but that's the thing, isn't it? it's not anyone else, it's cassian. her fingers idly roam across his back — slow from exertion and feeling pleasantly sore, almost sedate and absorbing his own relaxation through the empathy bond — tracing a line down the notches of his spine and tiptoeing across the rungs of his ribs like they are markers on a treasure map.
her fingers drift up over his shoulders, to the back of his neck, playing at the hair there, damp with cooling sweat. ]
[ her hands dance across his skin, lulling him even further into the easiness. he smiles, wanting nothing more than to just sink in and lay here for a long while, tucked into her arms. he's so relaxed, and he can't quite tell which happiness is hers and which is his, it's blurred together. they are a mishmash of satisfaction and tranquility. it's a wholly new feeling, and he welcomes it. ]
[ he quietly laughs at her remark, leaning in to lazily brush his lips over her skin at her jaw. ] Maybe later. Or tomorrow. I am too comfortable.
[ and he likes when she plays with his hair. what if he just took a nap like this?? seems legit. ]
[ just that he needed one. she noticed it months ago, the tickle as it brushed her cheek when she curled her arms around him and buried her face against his neck, it had outgrown the length he'd had when the met ages ago. but she likes when he gets out of the shower and combs his fingers through it, leaving a handsome little swoop in the front. she doesn't even know if he realizes he does it but she's charmed by his effortless beauty all the time.
it took her ages to look pretty for the gala and even then illya had done most of the work dressing her.
with too much effort, limbs lazy and unresponsive, sher throws her leg over his. now he cannot move to get a haircut or do anything else at all. he is trapped with her in bed. until she gets hungry. ]
[ cassian considers this, briefly, because it's hard to think of anything besides jyn when she's wrapped around him like this, but he realizes... he really can do whatever he wants with his hair. there's no one to tell him what length, what kind of beard is needed. it's another thing now wholly his about this planet. ]
[ he is so comfortable. when she throws her leg over him, he doesn't even care. he knows they'll have to move eventually, but he'll take this for as long as possible. it's fine, he likes being trapped by jyn. ]
Fun enough to do again, I hope. [ not now, he physically cannot but. ]
[ they have a lot of time now! for all kinds of fun things! ] I believe I owe you a balcony.
Again like... [ her fingers trace down his spine again but this time with purpose, hands coming to rest on his ass, proprietary. if it serves to press his hips down into hers, a little shiver running through her at the feeling. ]
Now?
[ she knows it is not possible but consider... maybe it is. ]
[ he laughs again, a tired, happy, lazy sound when she feels up his ass. he shivers almost in unison with her, but he is unfortunately but a man and time is not on his side. ]
I bet you could too. But not for a few minutes. It is a physical impossibility, Jyn, not a lack of desire. [ he sighs though, because he can allow himself to enjoy her attention either way. ]
Can we just lay here first? For a little bit? [ it's a question meant to sound casual, but jyn can probably pick up the uncertainty in it, the hesitance. she can probably feel it too. part of him is still worried he could be denied it. that it's all still too good to be true. ]
[ they can lay there for however long cassian wants. maybe not on top of her though, so she gently tips him off of her and pushes him on his back so she can curl up against his side. she rests her head against his chest, fingers splayed against his ribs. ]
I want take away for dinner. Noodles, the spicy ones.
[ the ones that make her eyes water and her mouth numb, which probably aren't super spicy, just spicy enough that her poor body thinks it's an inferno. ]
[ he slides out and off of her easily, immediately curling his arms around her when she wriggles in beside him. it's warm, it's safe, it's wild to be existing with her this way. he ducks in, kissing the top of her head. ]
We can order in. Delivery. Maximize our time in bed.
[ cassian can still feel so much from her, they're too tangled and wound up. but he finds he still likes it too. he doesn't feel exposed, because jyn already knows all the best and worst things about him. there's nothing to hide from her anymore. ]
I love you, Jyn. So much. [ probably more than he has the words for, but fortunately for him, she can probably feel it too. ]
[ it's nice; the heat from cassian keeping her warm even while the glistening sweat on her skin cools, everything feels soft and warm, zero thoughts in her head. it's almost like a concussion.
jyn makes a mental note to not compare the afterglow of sex to a concussion aloud.
instead she says: ] I love you too. I'm glad that I'm here with you.
[ it's very warm and cassian too appreciates the fact that there are zero thoughts in his head. it's just him and jyn and he doesn't know where his comfort ends and hers begins; he just feels love and affection and togetherness and it's pretty great. ]
Me too.
[ and he'll just. let himself lay there, far longer than he usually does, because there really isn't anywhere else he'd rather be. ]
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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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You are very distracting. [ he steals a kiss, smiling wide. ] One of the most distracting people I have ever met.
[ but she settles, so he settles, pressing in close because he can, because he wants to, because he is happy too. happier than he's been in ages, so much so that it's almost unrecognizable. it makes him want to chase it all the more desperately, cradling her face and kissing her again. it's a heady thing, warm and hungry; he wants to drown in it and what kissing her makes him feel. he wasn't sure he could reach that elation anymore. she makes him happy. it's remarkably easy to accept in this moment. ]
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You've got me in bed, Captain. Whatever shall you do with me now?
[ it's his rodeo, as they say. he wanted the bed, ]
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I was thinking I could fuck you, finally.
[ it's on the tip of his tongue to ask, one more check in, but he can feel it - her readiness and her want. the blue glow is all but forgotten because he can feel it down to his bones how desperately she wants him and that's all that seems to matter. yes, it's there, her yes is in her touch crystal clear. ]
[ he readies himself, shifts her leg a little bit more, then long at last he pushes inside her with a soft, quiet groan, shuddering as he sinks in slow. ]
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(that is a lie, she was definitely in a rush when he'd first kissed her on the couch.)
she exhales sharply, a little breath of a sigh that turns into an indulgent moan. ]
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[ he always feels a lot with jyn. that's not a surprise. but now everything is just... more. he forgets to move and breathe for a second, overwhelmed by the love and the want and all that's in between he can feel from every single place they're touching. it's only when she wriggles her hips with a spike of annoyance that he finally starts to move, breathing out his own quiet sigh. ]
[ fucking her is far more than he expected, even if he'd never forgotten about the bond and what it might mean for this. everything is more, and he wants to chase after it in this desperate grip he has on the feeling of being loved. he's never felt it so solidly. it's unwavering. ]
[ cassian knows she can feel it from him too, but it doesn't stop him from reminding her in her ear, muttering out how much he loves her as moves in her, among other less romantic words all meant to push her further and closer to the edge. he already feels so close to her, but he can't stop from pressing his whole self against her too, because everything is so much and he is drowning in it. he wants to stay under the waves. for once in his life, he just wants to let himself go in everything good that comes from being wound up in and fucking jyn erso. ]
[ she makes him feel so utterly loved. ]
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time loses all meaning, it could be seconds or hours or days but she falls over the edge and takes cassian with her, dissolving into a puddle of pleasure with a keening cry.
she goes boneless, melting into the bed. ]
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[ about three seconds later he just... collapses on top of her, pleasantly exhausted and limbs like jelly. he can still feel everything, every happiness they share and every twitch of their bodies, every sensation of warmth and openness, but for once in his life, he isn't afraid of it all. he just lets it envelope him. ]
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her fingers drift up over his shoulders, to the back of his neck, playing at the hair there, damp with cooling sweat. ]
You need a haircut.
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[ he quietly laughs at her remark, leaning in to lazily brush his lips over her skin at her jaw. ] Maybe later. Or tomorrow. I am too comfortable.
[ and he likes when she plays with his hair. what if he just took a nap like this?? seems legit. ]
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[ just that he needed one. she noticed it months ago, the tickle as it brushed her cheek when she curled her arms around him and buried her face against his neck, it had outgrown the length he'd had when the met ages ago. but she likes when he gets out of the shower and combs his fingers through it, leaving a handsome little swoop in the front. she doesn't even know if he realizes he does it but she's charmed by his effortless beauty all the time.
it took her ages to look pretty for the gala and even then illya had done most of the work dressing her.
with too much effort, limbs lazy and unresponsive, sher throws her leg over his. now he cannot move to get a haircut or do anything else at all. he is trapped with her in bed. until she gets hungry. ]
That was fun.
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[ he is so comfortable. when she throws her leg over him, he doesn't even care. he knows they'll have to move eventually, but he'll take this for as long as possible. it's fine, he likes being trapped by jyn. ]
Fun enough to do again, I hope. [ not now, he physically cannot but. ]
[ they have a lot of time now! for all kinds of fun things! ] I believe I owe you a balcony.
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Now?
[ she knows it is not possible but consider... maybe it is. ]
I bet I could wake you up again.
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I bet you could too. But not for a few minutes. It is a physical impossibility, Jyn, not a lack of desire. [ he sighs though, because he can allow himself to enjoy her attention either way. ]
Can we just lay here first? For a little bit? [ it's a question meant to sound casual, but jyn can probably pick up the uncertainty in it, the hesitance. she can probably feel it too. part of him is still worried he could be denied it. that it's all still too good to be true. ]
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[ they can lay there for however long cassian wants. maybe not on top of her though, so she gently tips him off of her and pushes him on his back so she can curl up against his side. she rests her head against his chest, fingers splayed against his ribs. ]
I want take away for dinner. Noodles, the spicy ones.
[ the ones that make her eyes water and her mouth numb, which probably aren't super spicy, just spicy enough that her poor body thinks it's an inferno. ]
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We can order in. Delivery. Maximize our time in bed.
[ cassian can still feel so much from her, they're too tangled and wound up. but he finds he still likes it too. he doesn't feel exposed, because jyn already knows all the best and worst things about him. there's nothing to hide from her anymore. ]
I love you, Jyn. So much. [ probably more than he has the words for, but fortunately for him, she can probably feel it too. ]
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jyn makes a mental note to not compare the afterglow of sex to a concussion aloud.
instead she says: ] I love you too. I'm glad that I'm here with you.
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Me too.
[ and he'll just. let himself lay there, far longer than he usually does, because there really isn't anywhere else he'd rather be. ]