[ the soreness of his back is completely forgotten by jyn, everything sort of rushing out of her head except the brand new sensations as her lips part and she breathes him in. every shred of training and instinct and self-preservation flutters away, she is completely unaware of anything else that could be surrounding them. fifteen years of training, a lifetime of running, ignored for a boy.
saw is going to come back from the dead just to hand her her ass.
her fingers clutch tighter, stretching up on her tiptoes to chase the taste of him. she's thought, well, she'd thought they were just friends, even if jyn's own feelings had become somewhat less than platonic somewhere in the last six months. they were best friends and jyn treasured that friendship, it was the most important thing to her and she didn't want to risk awkwardness or discomfort or changing their friendship but now...
there was something there on the lift on scarif, an almost, a could be. maybe this was it. ]
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saw is going to come back from the dead just to hand her her ass.
her fingers clutch tighter, stretching up on her tiptoes to chase the taste of him. she's thought, well, she'd thought they were just friends, even if jyn's own feelings had become somewhat less than platonic somewhere in the last six months. they were best friends and jyn treasured that friendship, it was the most important thing to her and she didn't want to risk awkwardness or discomfort or changing their friendship but now...
there was something there on the lift on scarif, an almost, a could be. maybe this was it. ]