[ 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. ]
It was just a question, Jyn. You act like you haven't ever tasted me before. [ and like they haven't fucked fully clothed either. ] I have agreed, but I am not married to the order we set.
[ he lets his hand wander over her ass, shoving at her underwear when she whirls around, but it doesn't get very far before he has to free up his arms so she can pull his shirt off and then - ]
[ she folds his shirt. he recognizes that she told him to take off his pants, but he's too busy stuck on the fact that she took the time to take care of his shirt. she's right that it's well looked after; no one in the congregation goes through as many clothes as they do up here, and this shirt is already a few years old. ]
[ and she folded it for him. he's not sure why it catches him off guard so much. it's such a tiny gesture, but it's one that highlights just how much she pays attention to him. he doesn't know what to do with that information. it's one thing for her to get a crush, anyone would with the enthusiasm he shares in their sex life, but it feels like more than idle care born of that physicality. ]
[ he can't have a crisis over this, so even though he definitely pauses far too long, he manages to shove his pants down in a piss poor attempt to avoid thinking about it, nearly tripping over a pant leg in the process. maybe she'll just tease him over that instead. ]
I'm married to it, [ jyn whines, shoving her dress the rest of the way off. she really only needed it unbuttoned enough to shimmy over her hips, which she does, kicking it away. it arcs up in the air and hits the coffee table before landing in a puddle on the floor.
she turns just in time to catch cassian almost falling out of his own pants, a laugh bubbling up before she tries to stifle it with her hand. ]
Sorry. [ her shoulders are still shaking with giggles however. she doesn't sound sorry for laughing. ] Sorry, sorry. Alright there, sunshine?
[ the fact that her dress is recklessly abandoned juxtaposes with the care she took with his, and he tries to shove it out of his mind like she shoved her clothes aside. it disappears into a heap, and she laughs, so maybe he did make a fool of himself but she missed his bout of confusion. he's taking it as a win. ]
[ he sighs, albeit with self-deprecation, and turns to look at her with a small smile. she looks so... open. so light with her laughter and part of him relishes in the sound. he can make her scream and make her laugh, and that feels like another kind of win. ]
My eagerness got in the way. [ he lets his eyes wander over her, her cozy but lacy lingerie leaving little to his imagination and little anticipation to fake, especially with the way her underwear is already half pulled aside. ] I will be better when you come closer.
Hmm, are you sure? You won't fall down completely, will you?
[ she holds her hands up as if in surrender, teasing smiling playing at her lips, faint blush touching her cheeks as she makes a show out of tiptoeing forward. soon enough she reaches him and her hands lift to wrap her arms around his neck, shivering at the press of skin as she slots herself into his space.
even on her tiptoes, she's a handful of centimeters too short to kiss him properly, soft brush of her lips landing on his chin instead. ]
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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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[ he lets his hand wander over her ass, shoving at her underwear when she whirls around, but it doesn't get very far before he has to free up his arms so she can pull his shirt off and then - ]
[ she folds his shirt. he recognizes that she told him to take off his pants, but he's too busy stuck on the fact that she took the time to take care of his shirt. she's right that it's well looked after; no one in the congregation goes through as many clothes as they do up here, and this shirt is already a few years old. ]
[ and she folded it for him. he's not sure why it catches him off guard so much. it's such a tiny gesture, but it's one that highlights just how much she pays attention to him. he doesn't know what to do with that information. it's one thing for her to get a crush, anyone would with the enthusiasm he shares in their sex life, but it feels like more than idle care born of that physicality. ]
[ he can't have a crisis over this, so even though he definitely pauses far too long, he manages to shove his pants down in a piss poor attempt to avoid thinking about it, nearly tripping over a pant leg in the process. maybe she'll just tease him over that instead. ]
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she turns just in time to catch cassian almost falling out of his own pants, a laugh bubbling up before she tries to stifle it with her hand. ]
Sorry. [ her shoulders are still shaking with giggles however. she doesn't sound sorry for laughing. ] Sorry, sorry. Alright there, sunshine?
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[ he sighs, albeit with self-deprecation, and turns to look at her with a small smile. she looks so... open. so light with her laughter and part of him relishes in the sound. he can make her scream and make her laugh, and that feels like another kind of win. ]
My eagerness got in the way. [ he lets his eyes wander over her, her cozy but lacy lingerie leaving little to his imagination and little anticipation to fake, especially with the way her underwear is already half pulled aside. ] I will be better when you come closer.
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[ she holds her hands up as if in surrender, teasing smiling playing at her lips, faint blush touching her cheeks as she makes a show out of tiptoeing forward. soon enough she reaches him and her hands lift to wrap her arms around his neck, shivering at the press of skin as she slots herself into his space.
even on her tiptoes, she's a handful of centimeters too short to kiss him properly, soft brush of her lips landing on his chin instead. ]
Don't worry, I'll catch you.
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