[ 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. ]
[ ok, that was smooth, and he lets out a puff of a laugh. ] Fine. But I get to use my hands first too.
[ her hands are always cold and he always shivers when she first touches him. but the more pressing matter is her stupid dress and the stupid buttons. he grabs her waist again, tone a little gruff. ]
Turn around. [ he pulls at her hips, expecting resistance, but she shifts easily under his guidance. he pauses, then slides his fingers up her back to a button. it's much easier now that he can see them, and although he's still very much in a hurry, it goes a lot more smoothly. while he starts out rushed, the more he opens the slower he moves, and he can't quiet explain... why. it's not like he's savoring the moment. that'd be stupid. he's just... undressing her. he's done it plenty. ]
[ she almost resists just because she's loath to lose the feeling of his chest under her fingers, but the faster he undresses her the faster she will be able to get her hands on more of him.
and then he slows down, fingers caressing every new inch of skin he reveals as every button is opened. goosebumps ripple across her skin as she resists a shiver — a futile endeavor as jyn trembles a moment, exhaling slowly. excitement coils in her belly and she chews on her lip. she knows by now that cassian can draw it out if so inclined, he's had her so worked up and so close without giving in that she's almost cried before he let her find release, but this feels softer, almost, and it does nothing to stop the frisson of anticipation.
quietly, ] Is this what you meant by using your fingers?
[ there is something unexpectedly intimate in this moment, and cassian swallows, because he doesn't know what to do with that. he has seen her naked plenty, he's pulled off all sorts of clothes, but the way his hands meander over her back as he reveals it slowly is far more intimidating than anything else he's ever done to her. ]
[ his breath feels caught in his chest as he sweeps the sleeves off her shoulders, letting his fingertips dance down her spine, over the band of her bra, and catching on the final few buttons down on her lower back. the unbuttoning there is far gentler than he thinks he's ever been with jyn. ]
No. [ his voice is lower than he intended, in a quiet way. he shudders, then darts one hand out to curl around her leg, clutching tightly at the top most of her inner thigh, thumb idly brushing her underwear. clearly the best way to handle whatever is happening with her dress is to ignore it. ] They are better suited here. You just have so many buttons.
I'll pass on your complaints to the designer, [ jyn murmurs dryly, shifting her shoulders to try to dispel the shivers. another shiver rolls right through when he flicks another button open and she puffs out a short breath. ]
Cassian found the dress terribly impractical, too many buttons, took too long to get off since he's impatient but not impatient enough to fuck me with the dress on.
[ she presses back against him despite that he's not finished with her dress, head dropping against his chest so she can turn her head just so to kiss his jaw. ] Anything you'd like to add, sunshine, or will that do?
[ she obviously won't be lodging a formal complaint, that would mean summoning some level of care. ]
Most of my comments pertain to how it looks on you, and those are hardly negative. [ he snaps open another button, but when she leans back against him, his hand is trapped underneath the fabric, pressed into the warmth of her back. ]
I would gladly fuck you with the dress on. [ it's hard to argue otherwise when she's leaning against him like that, and he ducks his head to leave a kiss of his own at her jaw too. he lingers, then leaves more kisses up her jawline until his mouth is right beside her ear. this is much easier than unbuttoning. ] Should we do that first before I finish peeling it from you?
[ his free hand pulls one side of her underwear down over her hip, then slips beneath the fabric. ]
Still trying to squirrel out of your cock in my mouth, [ jyn hums. what a strange man.
usually she is so willing to let cassian take charge, he could tell her he was going to fuck her over the couch and she would go willingly, aching for a chance to turn off her grief and racing thoughts on let her focus narrow to only cassian. she still is willing to let cassian take charge but only after she manages to make him breathless and growing desperate.
she turns in his arms again, wriggling as his hand catches inside her underwear, dragging his calloused palm across her ass. ]
Take your pants off.
[ her own hands are busy pushing his shirt off his shoulders, catching it before it hits the ground in a heap so she can set it on the divan, inexpertly folded. it is well taken care of, she suspects he would like to keep it in that condition. ]
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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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[ her hands are always cold and he always shivers when she first touches him. but the more pressing matter is her stupid dress and the stupid buttons. he grabs her waist again, tone a little gruff. ]
Turn around. [ he pulls at her hips, expecting resistance, but she shifts easily under his guidance. he pauses, then slides his fingers up her back to a button. it's much easier now that he can see them, and although he's still very much in a hurry, it goes a lot more smoothly. while he starts out rushed, the more he opens the slower he moves, and he can't quiet explain... why. it's not like he's savoring the moment. that'd be stupid. he's just... undressing her. he's done it plenty. ]
[ he's just warming her up. she's cold. ]
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and then he slows down, fingers caressing every new inch of skin he reveals as every button is opened. goosebumps ripple across her skin as she resists a shiver — a futile endeavor as jyn trembles a moment, exhaling slowly. excitement coils in her belly and she chews on her lip. she knows by now that cassian can draw it out if so inclined, he's had her so worked up and so close without giving in that she's almost cried before he let her find release, but this feels softer, almost, and it does nothing to stop the frisson of anticipation.
quietly, ] Is this what you meant by using your fingers?
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[ his breath feels caught in his chest as he sweeps the sleeves off her shoulders, letting his fingertips dance down her spine, over the band of her bra, and catching on the final few buttons down on her lower back. the unbuttoning there is far gentler than he thinks he's ever been with jyn. ]
No. [ his voice is lower than he intended, in a quiet way. he shudders, then darts one hand out to curl around her leg, clutching tightly at the top most of her inner thigh, thumb idly brushing her underwear. clearly the best way to handle whatever is happening with her dress is to ignore it. ] They are better suited here. You just have so many buttons.
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Cassian found the dress terribly impractical, too many buttons, took too long to get off since he's impatient but not impatient enough to fuck me with the dress on.
[ she presses back against him despite that he's not finished with her dress, head dropping against his chest so she can turn her head just so to kiss his jaw. ] Anything you'd like to add, sunshine, or will that do?
[ she obviously won't be lodging a formal complaint, that would mean summoning some level of care. ]
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I would gladly fuck you with the dress on. [ it's hard to argue otherwise when she's leaning against him like that, and he ducks his head to leave a kiss of his own at her jaw too. he lingers, then leaves more kisses up her jawline until his mouth is right beside her ear. this is much easier than unbuttoning. ] Should we do that first before I finish peeling it from you?
[ his free hand pulls one side of her underwear down over her hip, then slips beneath the fabric. ]
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usually she is so willing to let cassian take charge, he could tell her he was going to fuck her over the couch and she would go willingly, aching for a chance to turn off her grief and racing thoughts on let her focus narrow to only cassian. she still is willing to let cassian take charge but only after she manages to make him breathless and growing desperate.
she turns in his arms again, wriggling as his hand catches inside her underwear, dragging his calloused palm across her ass. ]
Take your pants off.
[ her own hands are busy pushing his shirt off his shoulders, catching it before it hits the ground in a heap so she can set it on the divan, inexpertly folded. it is well taken care of, she suspects he would like to keep it in that condition. ]
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