[ practice makes perfect and they're slowly creeping toward being perfect at this, another happy sounding hum as his hand skates down her back. even with the heels she doesn't feel like she's close enough, trying to stand further on her tiptoes. it doesn't work and instead her arms curl around his neck to keep pressed in close until she remembers something and breaks away abruptly. ]
Oh! I have a surprise for you.
[ despite cassian having at least 18cm and a solid 20 kgs on her, jyn twists out of his grasp easily, skip hopping out of her heels — she abandons them where they fall — to scoop up a bag from the coffee table. she shoves it at cassian. it's full of turkey and bacon pinwheels. there's too many for one person, far too many, it looks like she upended the entire platters into the bag. they're for him to share. ]
[ he tries not to think about the implications of what it means to move with her so naturally. it's something he's gotten very good at avoiding in all their time together. she pulls back and he chases after her for a moment, but again it's behavior he's used to from her, the way she flits and flitters around like a hummingbird. he isn't that concerned, even if he misses her in close, because she always comes back. ]
[ he smells the meat before he sees it, his stomach churning with both hunger and nausea. it's too big a supply for him for a few days much less one evening. he's been eating these luxurious proteins more frequently with jyn, but his body still isn't used to them enough to eat more than one or two at a time. good thing he's learned they can stay refrigerated for a little while. ]
Are you sure you want me to eat one of these now? [ turkey breath?? even as he asks, he still reaches out and takes a bite out of one. ]
[ he always looks so boyishly happy when he eats, of course jyn wants him to eat it now. it doesn't connect that the faint excitement is because he is so unused to meat, but jyn loves how it softens his face. of course she is going to feed him all the time. ]
Of course. I'll make tea.
[ tea is, really, the only thing she knows how to make herself. she can't cook or prepare any type of food outside of reheating the previous night's dinner for lunch, but she makes a flawless cup of tea and sets about doing just that.
it's stupid, but she loves the tiny moments of domesticity, butterflies fluttering to see cassian in her space. ]
[ cassian would never say he is a picky eater, or that he thinks much about food beyond the necessities, but he definitely enjoys the little pinwheels. if he shares them with some of the neighborhood kids (only pieces, their poor little bellies can't handle the entire thing), that's his secret - though he's sure their parents probably suspect the where and how he's getting them. ]
Really? Tea? [ he watches her shuffle away, chewing idly at the turkey while he thinks about another kind of snack. it's jyn, she is the snack, and the dress curves over her hips very nicely. ] Can't we save that for later?
You say that like we can't have tea more than once.
[ he knows she will drink tea 24 hours a day. after her father died, some days she subsisted only on tea. the kettle is turned on, humming as it heats up, and jyn looks over her shoulder at cassian. ]
You and your tea. [ he finishes about half of the pinwheel, still watching her move around. he is allowed to ogle, he is here for a reason they are both very aware of. he catches her eye when she looks at him, and it pulls him to his feet, setting his half eaten turkey on the table before he saunters over to her. he wastes very little time crowding into her space from behind, resting his hands on her hips and planting a kiss at her neck. ]
It is plenty. [ it is more than enough. it's gross how much of it they have for a single night. how much of it just gets tossed away? ] You know it does not keep longer than a few days.
[ jyn once saw helena eat an entire plate of profiteroles in the span of an hour so it doesn't seem like waste to her when everyone at the parties were gluttons and lushes. surely there was waste, but jyn had never made it to the end of any of these parties, even when she was younger and not occupied with inviting cassian to come play with her.
she affects a very put upon sigh. ]
I suppose the tea can wait though I was very much hoping to be a puddle of jelly later and completely incapable of walking. But if you think I'll be capable of standing and making tea later...
I am not hiding it. They still do not last very long. [ fortunately there are a lot of kids who flock his way whenever word gets out that he's brought more pinwheels back. ]
[ he doesn't seem particularly bothered by her determination to make tea, but nor is he putting a pause on his attentions. his lips find her neck again, this time kissing a trail up to just below her ear. ]
You can make your tea. [ his tone is too innocuous to be genuine, and it doesn't match up with the way his hands dip below her skirt, lifting it up over her hips so he can dig his fingers into her bare skin below the hem of her underwear. ] I never said stop.
[ oh it is going to be like that, see which one of them will out stubborn the other. she already knows cassian will win because jyn will only pretend pleasure is meaningless for a while, she isn't in the habit of denying herself.
and, well, if cassian denies her that is part of the foreplay.
she can probably get through a cup before giving in, but she won't pour one for cassian because he is being a twat distracting her with the heat of his mouth and the scratch of his beard that makes her shiver under his warm hands. she ignores it! ]
Larry wants you to visit again when he is over. He misses your wit.
[ it is absolutely going to be like that, and cassian also knows he will probably win in the end, because ultimately she called him here for one reason. he knows she has a crush on him, but given the nature of their... everything, he isn't surprised. ]
[ he lets his mouth wander at her neck, though the collar of her dress blocks him from much more than that. he makes up for it with hands full of wanderlust instead, one tracing the line of her underwear along her ass, the other teasing up her side. ]
[ there's a pause, but fortunately his hands are still in convenient places when they still at her ribcage and thigh. his wit. yeah, ok. his wit. he swallows back a wave of frustration at how utterly disconnected all of them are, ignoring more thoughts of why he's even here to leave a biting kiss on the back of jyn's neck. ]
[ she almost drops the spoon when he bites at her neck, making a face when it clatters against the tea cup anyway. she hates showing weakness. ]
You're always welcome here, you know that.
[ here specifically meant in her apartments but he could be welcome in all of the volary if he became a magpie or married her. not that the latter is an option, their arrangement is physical and nothing else, she knows that.
Here, yes. But only if you allow me in. You know I cannot just show up. [ it is a fact, one he punctuates with a chaste kiss on the cheek. ]
[ and he follows that with a slide of his hand up her chest, pressing his palm dead center at her heart. the patterns on the lace feels strange against his skin, but he can also feel the way her breath stutters. he is! vaguely annoyed again! by the power imbalance of his being allowed in her space, so he has to make up for that by hopefully drawing another reaction out of her. ]
[ his hands are always so warm it feels like streaks of fire across her skin, his handprint on her heart. she wants to protest that it isn't just her — margo or sèbastien or larry would open the door for him, but she doesn't think he really cares for her friends. ]
You are, [ she insists instead, steadying her hand around the spoon. ]
[ her friends don't care about him. they idly might, because of his connection to jyn, but none of them would do a single thing if he were thrown into the quarry. the sympathy would be for jyn in losing him, not his life on the line. would jyn? it crosses his mind every time the next event rolls around, because none of them pay it much mind. it's just part of life, and they continue to benefit. he watches the warbler and hopes the names are all strangers, and then reminds himself they're worth getting mad about regardless of recognition. ]
[ he sighs, leaving his hand at her chest, but he doesn't verbally respond at first. he just offers featherlight kisses along her jaw instead, letting his other hand rest at her hip, thumb idle over her skin. ]
[ it's the sigh that does it, jyn twists entirely around in his arms, solemn mouth pinched. she takes after her somber father too much and words often get caught in her throat — galen had lyra to coax his thoughts free, a tether to pull him back to the present when his mind had wandered too far. when jyn's mother died her father had retreated into his work, quiet and out of reach. is it any wonder his daughter grew up to be as aloof?
her lips part as if she is going to say something but instead she leans forward, kisses him as she tries to force herself to be present instead of lost amongst rabbit holes of impossibilities. ]
[ he thinks she might be pulling away, so lifts his hands up, but she only turns around to look at him instead. she looks at him like she wants to argue, or disagree, like something is bothering her, and all she does is kiss him. ]
[ he can always handle that. he returns her kiss easily, resettling his hands back at her waist, her skirt still haphazardly up at her hips. he has a lot of things he could say to her, ask her, he could even try to turn her truly to his side. but it always seems so much easier to just kiss her. at least they're good at that part for now. ]
[ one hand reaches behind her to slap off the kettle before both hands settle against his chest. she's having to stand on her tiptoes now that she's flung her shoes away, but the hands on his chest are neither to brace herself or to feel him up (though that is an added bonus). instead she pushes him toward the living area, there's a couch there and she doesn't relish fucking against the counter again.
the bruises lasted for ages and she prefers her skirts short. she doesn't mind when the bruises are in the shape of cassian's strong hands, but the blotchy, splotchy stripes on the back of her thighs were hideous. ]
[ she gives up on the tea so much faster than he expected, and he smiles under her mouth when she starts pushing him away from the kitchen. ] I was preparing to fuck you over the counter, but you seem to have other ideas now yourself.
[ the living room is much more comfortable, and even if he doesn't pick just yet, he's still very encouraging in the way he slides his hands over her ass, grip just the way she likes it. she's got plenty of chair options throughout the premises, more in one room than he has in his whole house. that weird flat thing that he's still not sure of the actual purpose, but they've fucked on it so it's probably not entirely useless. ]
If I have bruises I want them from you, not the fucking counter.
[ she grins at the way his grip turns a little tighter, bruising almost, and the sharp little exhale. cassian is so unflappable, it gives her a little thrill to get under his skin. jyn is not power hungry at all, no one could pay her to be a cardinal, but god she could absolutely go mad with power when it comes to cassian making those little noises when he is completely wrecked. ]
Elaborate. [ since his mouth will be occupied with filthy words, jyn ducks her head to his neck, all sharp teeth and warm lips, chasing the thrill of his pulse stuttering under her mouth. ]
[ it's not that he likes leaving bruises behind, but also, he kind of does. jyn likes it too, and it's a bit of reminder that he was there. it works out for both of them. so when she says she wants them from him, it's only natural that his grip on her turns bruising as he yanks her in against him. ] Far be it from me to let you down.
[ he tilts his neck just enough to let her explore, letting himself enjoy her attention, content to just feel her up in the meantime. it's good for the imagination. ]
I was asking what you wanted tonight. [ they've both proven pretty flexible, no pun intended but still applicable, with what they want from each other. ] We could make clever use of the couch arm. Lean you over it. Imagine the bruises if I have to hold you in place while we fuck, how much you will feel inside and out. You can put your legs on my shoulders, or I can just hold you down, take you from behind. [ a beat, where he tilts his head enough to put his voice right at her ear. ] Or both. See which one feels better. Which one makes you louder.
Or maybe I won't say a fucking word, [ jyn snaps, already keyed up from his words alone and fighty as a response to that, heat suffusing her body while affection blossoms in her chest. she doesn't want to feel that but it's there anyway, a brittle undercurrent reminding her there is an expiration date on this.
all the more reason to enjoy it while she can.
she bites at the soft curve of his neck, pushing his shirt out of the way so that it will be hidden. the marks she leaves aren't a brand, she would never claim him, but she likes seeing the reminders of her teeth and nails as he undresses. ]
I know how much you love to hear you're doing a good job.
[ not really a threat, she's not quiet for very long. ]
[ she says it so argumentatively, but cassian just laughs, humming happily when she bites at his neck. there are many many things he loathes about this world and jyn's place in it, but every now and then she makes him forget about what he hates. it comes down to just her in front of him. ]
[ then they run into some expensive object in her household, and it becomes impossible to ignore. ]
You are never one to hold back. I like that. You do not have to actually say any words. [ she isn't shy about what she wants, and he likes to know, it's another win-win. he lets one hand wander up her spine, feeling around for any zippers or buttons in the process. he finds small little buttons hidden behind lace and flowers, pops one open. ]
We still make use of the couch. But you can sit on my lap. [ his hand dips down low behind her, squeezing her ass where it meets her thigh. ] It might be fun to try something new, but either way I pick the couch.
[ honestly having to engage her core doesn't sound lazy, cassian fucking her into the couch until her knees go weak and her fingers ache from clutching at the cushions sounds way more lazy for jyn. ]
Arm, [ she murmurs against the warm skin of his collarbone, hands moving finally to his own buttons. she works faster than he does, scrambling through a number of them while he only pops open one more. she only has a dress to take off, he's got a shirt and trousers. clearly she needs to make up ground. ]
But. [ another bite against his neck. ] I'm sucking your cock first and then you can try to make me fucking incoherent.
[ it could be, if they sat in a way that still let cassian do most of the work, but she says couch arm and he's done contemplating the alternative. his hands sweep up her back, slowly searching for more buttons and yanking them open. he could stand to be more careful, given the seemingly delicate stitching of her dress, but also consider: cassian does not care about ruining wealth. she looks hot in the dress, but he'd rather just get her out of it. ]
You know I cannot fuck you immediately after you do that. [ physically impossible! ] Maybe that can be round two.
I never said I was going to let you finish. Don't put words in my mouth, there won't be any room for your cock.
[ jyn will absolutely pregame his dick.
she'd prefer he not ruin her dress so she can wear it again, it's quite lovely and very comfortable despite all the intricate lace, but if cassian is determined to ruin it, she honestly can't summon enough fucks to stop him. all her fucks are focused on getting the last few buttons undone and yanking his shirt free of his pants her hands have free range across the warm planes of his chest. ]
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Oh! I have a surprise for you.
[ despite cassian having at least 18cm and a solid 20 kgs on her, jyn twists out of his grasp easily, skip hopping out of her heels — she abandons them where they fall — to scoop up a bag from the coffee table. she shoves it at cassian. it's full of turkey and bacon pinwheels. there's too many for one person, far too many, it looks like she upended the entire platters into the bag. they're for him to share. ]
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[ he smells the meat before he sees it, his stomach churning with both hunger and nausea. it's too big a supply for him for a few days much less one evening. he's been eating these luxurious proteins more frequently with jyn, but his body still isn't used to them enough to eat more than one or two at a time. good thing he's learned they can stay refrigerated for a little while. ]
Are you sure you want me to eat one of these now? [ turkey breath?? even as he asks, he still reaches out and takes a bite out of one. ]
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Of course. I'll make tea.
[ tea is, really, the only thing she knows how to make herself. she can't cook or prepare any type of food outside of reheating the previous night's dinner for lunch, but she makes a flawless cup of tea and sets about doing just that.
it's stupid, but she loves the tiny moments of domesticity, butterflies fluttering to see cassian in her space. ]
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Really? Tea? [ he watches her shuffle away, chewing idly at the turkey while he thinks about another kind of snack. it's jyn, she is the snack, and the dress curves over her hips very nicely. ] Can't we save that for later?
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[ he knows she will drink tea 24 hours a day. after her father died, some days she subsisted only on tea. the kettle is turned on, humming as it heats up, and jyn looks over her shoulder at cassian. ]
Is that enough? We can get more.
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It is plenty. [ it is more than enough. it's gross how much of it they have for a single night. how much of it just gets tossed away? ] You know it does not keep longer than a few days.
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[ jyn once saw helena eat an entire plate of profiteroles in the span of an hour so it doesn't seem like waste to her when everyone at the parties were gluttons and lushes. surely there was waste, but jyn had never made it to the end of any of these parties, even when she was younger and not occupied with inviting cassian to come play with her.
she affects a very put upon sigh. ]
I suppose the tea can wait though I was very much hoping to be a puddle of jelly later and completely incapable of walking. But if you think I'll be capable of standing and making tea later...
[ gauntlet thrown. ]
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[ he doesn't seem particularly bothered by her determination to make tea, but nor is he putting a pause on his attentions. his lips find her neck again, this time kissing a trail up to just below her ear. ]
You can make your tea. [ his tone is too innocuous to be genuine, and it doesn't match up with the way his hands dip below her skirt, lifting it up over her hips so he can dig his fingers into her bare skin below the hem of her underwear. ] I never said stop.
[ he'll just be a distraction. ]
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and, well, if cassian denies her that is part of the foreplay.
she can probably get through a cup before giving in, but she won't pour one for cassian because he is being a twat distracting her with the heat of his mouth and the scratch of his beard that makes her shiver under his warm hands. she ignores it! ]
Larry wants you to visit again when he is over. He misses your wit.
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[ he lets his mouth wander at her neck, though the collar of her dress blocks him from much more than that. he makes up for it with hands full of wanderlust instead, one tracing the line of her underwear along her ass, the other teasing up her side. ]
[ there's a pause, but fortunately his hands are still in convenient places when they still at her ribcage and thigh. his wit. yeah, ok. his wit. he swallows back a wave of frustration at how utterly disconnected all of them are, ignoring more thoughts of why he's even here to leave a biting kiss on the back of jyn's neck. ]
It is your invitation to give.
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You're always welcome here, you know that.
[ here specifically meant in her apartments but he could be welcome in all of the volary if he became a magpie or married her. not that the latter is an option, their arrangement is physical and nothing else, she knows that.
even if she doesn't like it. ]
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Here, yes. But only if you allow me in. You know I cannot just show up. [ it is a fact, one he punctuates with a chaste kiss on the cheek. ]
[ and he follows that with a slide of his hand up her chest, pressing his palm dead center at her heart. the patterns on the lace feels strange against his skin, but he can also feel the way her breath stutters. he is! vaguely annoyed again! by the power imbalance of his being allowed in her space, so he has to make up for that by hopefully drawing another reaction out of her. ]
Despite that, you still make me feel welcome.
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You are, [ she insists instead, steadying her hand around the spoon. ]
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[ he sighs, leaving his hand at her chest, but he doesn't verbally respond at first. he just offers featherlight kisses along her jaw instead, letting his other hand rest at her hip, thumb idle over her skin. ]
Lets hope I do not overstay it.
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her lips part as if she is going to say something but instead she leans forward, kisses him as she tries to force herself to be present instead of lost amongst rabbit holes of impossibilities. ]
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[ he can always handle that. he returns her kiss easily, resettling his hands back at her waist, her skirt still haphazardly up at her hips. he has a lot of things he could say to her, ask her, he could even try to turn her truly to his side. but it always seems so much easier to just kiss her. at least they're good at that part for now. ]
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the bruises lasted for ages and she prefers her skirts short. she doesn't mind when the bruises are in the shape of cassian's strong hands, but the blotchy, splotchy stripes on the back of her thighs were hideous. ]
Pick somewhere.
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[ the living room is much more comfortable, and even if he doesn't pick just yet, he's still very encouraging in the way he slides his hands over her ass, grip just the way she likes it. she's got plenty of chair options throughout the premises, more in one room than he has in his whole house. that weird flat thing that he's still not sure of the actual purpose, but they've fucked on it so it's probably not entirely useless. ]
Are you feeling creative or lazy?
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[ she grins at the way his grip turns a little tighter, bruising almost, and the sharp little exhale. cassian is so unflappable, it gives her a little thrill to get under his skin. jyn is not power hungry at all, no one could pay her to be a cardinal, but god she could absolutely go mad with power when it comes to cassian making those little noises when he is completely wrecked. ]
Elaborate. [ since his mouth will be occupied with filthy words, jyn ducks her head to his neck, all sharp teeth and warm lips, chasing the thrill of his pulse stuttering under her mouth. ]
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[ he tilts his neck just enough to let her explore, letting himself enjoy her attention, content to just feel her up in the meantime. it's good for the imagination. ]
I was asking what you wanted tonight. [ they've both proven pretty flexible, no pun intended but still applicable, with what they want from each other. ] We could make clever use of the couch arm. Lean you over it. Imagine the bruises if I have to hold you in place while we fuck, how much you will feel inside and out. You can put your legs on my shoulders, or I can just hold you down, take you from behind. [ a beat, where he tilts his head enough to put his voice right at her ear. ] Or both. See which one feels better. Which one makes you louder.
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all the more reason to enjoy it while she can.
she bites at the soft curve of his neck, pushing his shirt out of the way so that it will be hidden. the marks she leaves aren't a brand, she would never claim him, but she likes seeing the reminders of her teeth and nails as he undresses. ]
I know how much you love to hear you're doing a good job.
[ not really a threat, she's not quiet for very long. ]
What's the lazy option?
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[ then they run into some expensive object in her household, and it becomes impossible to ignore. ]
You are never one to hold back. I like that. You do not have to actually say any words. [ she isn't shy about what she wants, and he likes to know, it's another win-win. he lets one hand wander up her spine, feeling around for any zippers or buttons in the process. he finds small little buttons hidden behind lace and flowers, pops one open. ]
We still make use of the couch. But you can sit on my lap. [ his hand dips down low behind her, squeezing her ass where it meets her thigh. ] It might be fun to try something new, but either way I pick the couch.
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Arm, [ she murmurs against the warm skin of his collarbone, hands moving finally to his own buttons. she works faster than he does, scrambling through a number of them while he only pops open one more. she only has a dress to take off, he's got a shirt and trousers. clearly she needs to make up ground. ]
But. [ another bite against his neck. ] I'm sucking your cock first and then you can try to make me fucking incoherent.
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You know I cannot fuck you immediately after you do that. [ physically impossible! ] Maybe that can be round two.
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[ jyn will absolutely pregame his dick.
she'd prefer he not ruin her dress so she can wear it again, it's quite lovely and very comfortable despite all the intricate lace, but if cassian is determined to ruin it, she honestly can't summon enough fucks to stop him. all her fucks are focused on getting the last few buttons undone and yanking his shirt free of his pants her hands have free range across the warm planes of his chest. ]
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