[ it happens remarkably quickly, but the next thing cassian knows, jyn's got him in a headlock, dress around his neck. for a moment, he panics, his brain simply thinking threat. his grip on her wrists turns tight enough to hurt in an instinct to get her away, but then she -
[ - smiles ]
[ and he relaxes. he should not, but he does anyway, trying not to think about the weird little thrill he gets when she calls him captain two seconds later. is he... into this? he shouldn't be into any of this, it goes against everything he knows he usually likes. but he finds he cannot take his eyes off her and the flush on her face and the warm weight of her balanced atop him, even with the makeshift threatening scarf she'd made for him. this is fine. ]
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[ - smiles ]
[ and he relaxes. he should not, but he does anyway, trying not to think about the weird little thrill he gets when she calls him captain two seconds later. is he... into this? he shouldn't be into any of this, it goes against everything he knows he usually likes. but he finds he cannot take his eyes off her and the flush on her face and the warm weight of her balanced atop him, even with the makeshift threatening scarf she'd made for him. this is fine. ]
Step one is you wearing the dress, not me.