[he tangles his fingers into her hair at the sound she makes, always categorizing her reactions to everything he does. kissing jyn really has turned into one of his favorite things, he wasn't being hyperbolic.]
[her cheeks are already red and her breath is already short, but he finds he wants to make her flush deepen and draw out little gasps too.]
[he wants to take her shirt off.]
[he's about two seconds from asking, when he remembers his offer to show her, and her very definitive show me. it makes part of him nervous, like he should check in, but her tone and eagerness is it's own reassurance.]
[he likes that too. so his hands both drop to her waist, curling up under the hem, and he starts to tug it up. it's not molasses, but it's slow enough that if she doesn't want him to, she can stop it. that's... probably a good middle ground.]
[she does not stop him, so her shirt comes up and over, and he tosses it idly on one of the nearby chairs.]
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[her cheeks are already red and her breath is already short, but he finds he wants to make her flush deepen and draw out little gasps too.]
[he wants to take her shirt off.]
[he's about two seconds from asking, when he remembers his offer to show her, and her very definitive show me. it makes part of him nervous, like he should check in, but her tone and eagerness is it's own reassurance.]
[he likes that too. so his hands both drop to her waist, curling up under the hem, and he starts to tug it up. it's not molasses, but it's slow enough that if she doesn't want him to, she can stop it. that's... probably a good middle ground.]
[she does not stop him, so her shirt comes up and over, and he tosses it idly on one of the nearby chairs.]
[he swallows.] I like doing that.