[ oh, he's just going there. they're going to talk about it like emotionally sound adults. well, he might. for a few moments jyn is just going to focus on his back again, carefully continuing the massage she had interrupted in the first place.
he liked kissing her. it was nice, it was good, she liked it as well, but maybe it was just-- no, she shuts down the thoughts before they come back, willing her focus back to his sore muscles. she's gotten good at shoving down her feelings over the years so it doesn't take much effort but she can feel the traitorous flicker of hope in her heart, keeping vigil. ]
I liked it, too.
[ that much seemed obvious, at least. she's being repetitive but she doesn't know how to navigate this sort of thing. ]
[she doesn't answer him right away, and even though she's trying to help him get less tense, his shoulders stiffen in worry that he said something wrong. all his logic continues to get thrown out the window when it comes to jyn.]
[but she says she liked it too and he relaxes, even if it... doesn't help him figure out what he wants to say next. there are a lot of reasons she could have liked it! he knows why he did it, but he can't shake the concern that maybe, despite literally everything, his feelings would be unwelcome.]
[her hands keep moving over his back, lulling him slowly away from tension even if his nerves are still on fire.]
[ no, she shouldn't have said that. she should have agreed to more kissing sometime because she does want but she wants to know why more. why her, why now, why doesn't he want to kiss someone who isn't largely a human disaster.
[ no, nope, no, she was comfortable back here not having to look at him, it was making talking so much easier, even if she was barely contributing to the conversation. she might contribute nothing if she has to look at him.
still, he tugs on her arm and she shifts out from behind him, sitting next to him instead, one leg stretched out behind him still, the other tucked against the edge of the couch, toes brushing the floor. ]
I wasn't finished. [ with his back, so he only has a second. that seems to be her compromise, mouth slanted in an apprehensive frown. ]
[oh. maybe it was easier with the steady press of her behind him, her hands an idle distraction, because even though he can see her face now, she just looks unhappy and uncomfortable. it makes him hesitate.]
You can go back to it in a moment. [he says it weakly. he knows jyn hates talking about anything related to feelings, but because he's cassian he just assumes the worst.]
[as for the why.] If you don't want to, that's okay. I just thought - we liked it. And I like you.
[ she knows he likes her; they live together, he's her friend, they're teammates and partners and he's her home. but that's different from i like you. and he likes her.
force, she feels seventeen again, confused and bewildered that someone would be absolutely idiotic enough to like her. and when she was seventeen, she was less of a disaster. fresh from grief, sure, but not the kind of grief cassian has dealt with her through. ]
You've got truly horrifying taste. [ she feels she should make that known. ]
[he offers her a tiny little smile. if anyone has bad taste, it's definitely not him.] No I don't.
[he reaches out, carefully winding his fingers through hers. it's loose enough that she could pull back, but when she doesn't, cassian feels emboldened.] I don't want to kiss you because it's Sampremi, or because it's convenient. I have accepted the quarantine as my new home, but only because you are here too.
[ it's 100% him. terrible, awful taste. she debates asking if he hit his head when he hurt his back, but she can already see the expression he'd give her in answer so she doesn't feel the need to say anything on that vein. ]
And 'cause we haven't got another choice.
[ she will point that out, however. unlike leia and jim and taako, they can't go home, they don't have a home to go back to. this is it for them. but they're together and that is how jyn always accepted it as well. ]
I never said I didn't want-- [ wow it was so easy to talk frankly to taako about sex but now it feels impossible. ] To kiss you.
[he shakes his head.] Even if we could go... anywhere else. I would not want to go without you.
[home was the rebellion, home was jyn, home was them together. it's in riverview now, but it's not dependent on the place.]
[something flutters in his chest when she says she wants to kiss him too, warm and hopeful and he squeezes her hand. it's a relief to have the vocal confirmation that in that much at least he's not alone.] You could have told me that from the beginning and spared yourself a face to face conversation.
Oh shut it. [ her free hand presses to his face to shove him away, glancing away herself because he's not allowed to see her little smile, even if she does huff out a mild laugh. ]
You know I don't do anything I don't want to do.
[ she didn't hit him or shove him off her -- and physically, especially right then, she could wreck him -- so she'd assumed that he knew she was on board with the kissing. ]
[ she might answer later, but she pulls her hand from his and moves back to her original position so maybe she won't! talk time is over, she gave him his face to face conversation, she is going back to his massage. ]
You don't overstep. I would tell you.
[ loud and clear. it's always been easy with cassian though. they made a good team, naturally, even when they didn't like each other. except for their grief and guilt riddled fight, they both knew when to back down, and when not to. ]
[he almost reaches for her hand again, but then she moves behind him, and that's good enough he supposes. he's always known she would tell him, simply because she's jyn and that's how she is, but it's still nice to hear it. no lines crossed. good.]
[it settles him in a way, because he was afraid of what kissing her might do, but right now he just gets the sense that nothing is going to change them. maybe he'll get to kiss her again, kiss her more, but they're still a team and he can't bear to lose that.]
[he smiles anyway.] You are a giant distraction yourself.
[ literally his body and physically well being is in his hands and he's still teasing her. if that isn't trust, nothing is. she presses her fingers into his sides as if telling him to shut up without being rude enough to tell him to shut up. ]
That's not on me. That's on your self-control.
[ so there. restarting his massage, relaxation and soothed muscles are on their way. ]
[which is a fact he is all too aware of. something about her since day one seems to have taken direct aim at his self control, and he used to hate it, but now it's just a very bizarre feeling, knowing he trusts someone that much.]
[as if proving his point, to the ire of draven wherever he is, cassian's eyes slip shut when she starts moving her hands again.]
Still blaming me for your ineptitude. [ shaking her head, she breaths out another laugh, but she leans forward to murmur in his ear, ] I'm not even trying.
[ have fun when she does. is this??? flirting??? ]
[he can feel her leaning in, and there are several different things he could do to stop it, but the fact that he doesn't means she's probably a little bit right about his ineptitude. he barely suppresses a shiver. he is so very fucked.]
[he could grab her face and keep her in close with a purpose. instead he just lifts his hand to touch her cheek lightly.] And yet apparently I distracted you first.
[ that's cheating, okay. her head tips into his hand briefly before she sits back to continue. now it's almost a point of pride, she refuses to give in to distraction right now. not when she can still feel how tight his muscles are. he might be calm and free of tension, but his poor back is not yet.
she keeps kneading his back with her strong hands, occasionally smoothing down his tee shirt when it bunches up under her hands. it feels like a little Too Much to ask him to take his shirt off this time. ]
Only a little. [cassian smiles softly when she tilts her head into his hand, however briefly, but it's enough to get him to stop his own attempts at distraction. he lets the quiet settle back over them, only this time it doesn't feel quite so awkward as the hallway.]
[he's grateful they seem to be in agreement about his shirt, even if it tends to be better without it, but he is 99% sure he would not be able to handle it right now. he draws in the comfort from her hands either way, feeling the soreness slowly ease away the longer he lets it go on.]
[time dimly passes, and he honestly almost falls asleep from how nice it all is, but he supposes it cannot go Forever. he speaks up very quietly.] It feels much better now.
[ it could go on forever, jyn doesn't seem to get tired and she enjoys the quiet, enjoys the closeness and comfort she gets from just sitting with him. her jumps a little when he pipes up telling her she can stop because she wasn't expecting the noise, but her hands keep going for a few moments longer before she smooths her hands down his back a few times. ]
Alright. Do you want to watch a holofilm?
[ whatever they're called here, jyn doesn't really care, using recognizable terms for the familiar tech. ]
[it's so comfortable that it could feasibly go on forever, but what's that they say about too much of a good thing? he misses the movement of her hands as soon as she slows to a stop, but it's... probably for the best.]
Yeah. [watching a holofilm at the end of a long day is the most them thing in the world, regardless of any kind of kissing.] Did you have one in mind? There were a few new ones.
You pick, I'm going to change. [ when she stands up behind him and slides over the back of the couch, the cat meows loudly like HEY YEAH I AM HERE YOU DICK. ] And feed the cat. Alright, you little monster, leave me alone.
[ and jyn pads off to do just that, yanking her pants and tank top off to put on... leggings and a tank top. ]
[oh right. the cat. there's a cat, who has probably been staring at them with the utmost displeasure for who knows how long.]
[he doesn't say anything, just mindlessly looks through the movies to find something that seems harmless. little major romance. no traumatizing animals. he picks an aimless action movie about racing hovercars through hyperspace, but climbs up off the couch to change too.]
[jeans are dumb. he grabs his sweatpants and switches t-shirts, then awkwardly hovers for a moment in the decision over where to go, before settling on getting comfortable once more on the couch.]
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he liked kissing her. it was nice, it was good, she liked it as well, but maybe it was just-- no, she shuts down the thoughts before they come back, willing her focus back to his sore muscles. she's gotten good at shoving down her feelings over the years so it doesn't take much effort but she can feel the traitorous flicker of hope in her heart, keeping vigil. ]
I liked it, too.
[ that much seemed obvious, at least. she's being repetitive but she doesn't know how to navigate this sort of thing. ]
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[but she says she liked it too and he relaxes, even if it... doesn't help him figure out what he wants to say next. there are a lot of reasons she could have liked it! he knows why he did it, but he can't shake the concern that maybe, despite literally everything, his feelings would be unwelcome.]
[her hands keep moving over his back, lulling him slowly away from tension even if his nerves are still on fire.]
We can do it again sometime. If you want.
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[ no, she shouldn't have said that. she should have agreed to more kissing sometime because she does want but she wants to know why more. why her, why now, why doesn't he want to kiss someone who isn't largely a human disaster.
like jim, she was pretty sure he liked jim. ]
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Because I want to. [he reaches behind him, fingers wriggling till they find her arm.] Will you come here, for a second?
[he doesn't want to tell her when he can't even see her face.]
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still, he tugs on her arm and she shifts out from behind him, sitting next to him instead, one leg stretched out behind him still, the other tucked against the edge of the couch, toes brushing the floor. ]
I wasn't finished. [ with his back, so he only has a second. that seems to be her compromise, mouth slanted in an apprehensive frown. ]
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You can go back to it in a moment. [he says it weakly. he knows jyn hates talking about anything related to feelings, but because he's cassian he just assumes the worst.]
[as for the why.] If you don't want to, that's okay. I just thought - we liked it. And I like you.
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force, she feels seventeen again, confused and bewildered that someone would be absolutely idiotic enough to like her. and when she was seventeen, she was less of a disaster. fresh from grief, sure, but not the kind of grief cassian has dealt with her through. ]
You've got truly horrifying taste. [ she feels she should make that known. ]
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[he offers her a tiny little smile. if anyone has bad taste, it's definitely not him.] No I don't.
[he reaches out, carefully winding his fingers through hers. it's loose enough that she could pull back, but when she doesn't, cassian feels emboldened.] I don't want to kiss you because it's Sampremi, or because it's convenient. I have accepted the quarantine as my new home, but only because you are here too.
[welcome home.]
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And 'cause we haven't got another choice.
[ she will point that out, however. unlike leia and jim and taako, they can't go home, they don't have a home to go back to. this is it for them. but they're together and that is how jyn always accepted it as well. ]
I never said I didn't want-- [ wow it was so easy to talk frankly to taako about sex but now it feels impossible. ] To kiss you.
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[home was the rebellion, home was jyn, home was them together. it's in riverview now, but it's not dependent on the place.]
[something flutters in his chest when she says she wants to kiss him too, warm and hopeful and he squeezes her hand. it's a relief to have the vocal confirmation that in that much at least he's not alone.] You could have told me that from the beginning and spared yourself a face to face conversation.
[maybe?? teasing?? will make this easier???]
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You know I don't do anything I don't want to do.
[ she didn't hit him or shove him off her -- and physically, especially right then, she could wreck him -- so she'd assumed that he knew she was on board with the kissing. ]
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I know. But you know me. I was worried anyway. I never want to overstep anything with you.
[chronic worrier and overthinker, cassian jeron andor.]
Is it my turn to ask why now?
[he says it lightly, giving her the option to completely ignore it and take it as more teasing.]
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You don't overstep. I would tell you.
[ loud and clear. it's always been easy with cassian though. they made a good team, naturally, even when they didn't like each other. except for their grief and guilt riddled fight, they both knew when to back down, and when not to. ]
Stop distracting me.
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[it settles him in a way, because he was afraid of what kissing her might do, but right now he just gets the sense that nothing is going to change them. maybe he'll get to kiss her again, kiss her more, but they're still a team and he can't bear to lose that.]
[he smiles anyway.] You are a giant distraction yourself.
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That's not on me. That's on your self-control.
[ so there. restarting his massage, relaxation and soothed muscles are on their way. ]
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[which is a fact he is all too aware of. something about her since day one seems to have taken direct aim at his self control, and he used to hate it, but now it's just a very bizarre feeling, knowing he trusts someone that much.]
[as if proving his point, to the ire of draven wherever he is, cassian's eyes slip shut when she starts moving her hands again.]
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Still blaming me for your ineptitude. [ shaking her head, she breaths out another laugh, but she leans forward to murmur in his ear, ] I'm not even trying.
[ have fun when she does. is this??? flirting??? ]
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[he could grab her face and keep her in close with a purpose. instead he just lifts his hand to touch her cheek lightly.] And yet apparently I distracted you first.
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[ that's cheating, okay. her head tips into his hand briefly before she sits back to continue. now it's almost a point of pride, she refuses to give in to distraction right now. not when she can still feel how tight his muscles are. he might be calm and free of tension, but his poor back is not yet.
she keeps kneading his back with her strong hands, occasionally smoothing down his tee shirt when it bunches up under her hands. it feels like a little Too Much to ask him to take his shirt off this time. ]
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[he's grateful they seem to be in agreement about his shirt, even if it tends to be better without it, but he is 99% sure he would not be able to handle it right now. he draws in the comfort from her hands either way, feeling the soreness slowly ease away the longer he lets it go on.]
[time dimly passes, and he honestly almost falls asleep from how nice it all is, but he supposes it cannot go Forever. he speaks up very quietly.] It feels much better now.
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Alright. Do you want to watch a holofilm?
[ whatever they're called here, jyn doesn't really care, using recognizable terms for the familiar tech. ]
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Yeah. [watching a holofilm at the end of a long day is the most them thing in the world, regardless of any kind of kissing.] Did you have one in mind? There were a few new ones.
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[ space homeward bound was traumatizing. ]
You pick, I'm going to change. [ when she stands up behind him and slides over the back of the couch, the cat meows loudly like HEY YEAH I AM HERE YOU DICK. ] And feed the cat. Alright, you little monster, leave me alone.
[ and jyn pads off to do just that, yanking her pants and tank top off to put on... leggings and a tank top. ]
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[he doesn't say anything, just mindlessly looks through the movies to find something that seems harmless. little major romance. no traumatizing animals. he picks an aimless action movie about racing hovercars through hyperspace, but climbs up off the couch to change too.]
[jeans are dumb. he grabs his sweatpants and switches t-shirts, then awkwardly hovers for a moment in the decision over where to go, before settling on getting comfortable once more on the couch.]
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