[ 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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[ 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. ]