[ she blinks at him as if that is obvious. why else would she had told him the exact number of buttons on the stupid dress if she hadn't counted them? after a moment she realizes he is taking the piss and flips him off.
[ he cracks the absolute tiniest of grins, easily catching the dress. he unrolls the entire thing, faintly wrinkled from how she'd bunched it up. it's probably still wearable, by jyn standards at least. ]
They did not give you any other choices? Maybe one with 40 buttons instead? [ a beat. ] The color is nice.
Don't think I won't strangle you with it. It would look lovely against your skin.
[ she won't but he can think that! he won't, she knows this, and force that smile makes her feel warm. and it is a lovely soft color against skin, that wasn't a lie. ]
You have to help me.
[ they died together and now they are here, the force has tied them together and that means cassian has to fix all of her deficits and if anyone is capable of figuring out how to make a street urchin look like a duchess — a duchess!!! — it is cassian kriffing andor. ]
You should have thought about that before you handed it over to me.
[ handing over the weapon before you even use it?? come on, jyn. ]
What makes you think I know anything about how this works either? [ he is not opposed to helping her. but he is very much in the same boat, only he supposes he is better at making it up on the fly. ] You put the dress on, probably legs first.
[ she says this before she launches herself at him, ducking her head and throwing all her weight into him, shoulder shoving into his waist. there is no finesse, it is brute force because she knows it will be impossible for him to counter which is what finds her driving him right into and flat onto the bed before her own legs slip out from underneath her and she collapses on top of him.
it gives cassian the opportunity to buck her off, but she scrambles on top of him, knees on either side of his waist and tries to grab the dress back. the dress that is half trapped between them because jyn didn't think ahead. ]
[ he thinks he probably should have expected this. maybe the lack of preparedness is half of what enables her to throw him right into the bed. his hands grip her waist on instinct, because it is one of the points of control. between that and his legs, he manages to throw her off, but not for long. ]
[ she's back in mere seconds, attempting to keep him down, and he tries to shove aside the weird sense of delight that comes from wrestling her. even though the dress is trapped, he wraps part of it around his wrist too, making it even more difficult for her to tug it away from him. she may have pinned him, but she pinned her weapon to him too, and suddenly keeping the dress from her feels more important than getting her off him again. ]
[ she growls when his grip tightens on her dress, but saw trained her for this. well, saw did not train her to fight the man she died with for a dress to prove a point that she could easily choke him to death, but! he did teach her to win and she refuses to lose even this meaningless fight.
using his own grip on the dress against him, she yanks the delicate fabric and loops it around his neck like a scarf and pulls. not nearly enough to actually choke him. she doesn't want him to die in her arms again, but it is enough to prove a point. she wins.
her smile is brilliant in victory, cheeks flushed. ]
[ 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. ]
[ perhaps it is the proximity of the steadiness of cassian's gaze on her face or the heat of his body beneath hers, the hint of amusement in his eyes but not on his mouth...
there isn't a coquettish bone in jyn's body, she wouldn't know how to seduce someone if it were life and death, but there is a surety to her as she drops her elbow and brings her face closer to cassian's, warm breath fanning across his jaw, that could very well be tempting in the right situation. ]
So step one is really you taking my clothes off.
[ she can't very well put the dress on over her shirt and trousers, now can she? ]
[ she's... flirting with him, right? this is flirting? he's usually so good at recognizing when people are flirting with him, but maybe it's because he hadn't even been trying. or maybe it's because she is on top of him, close enough that her breath is warm over his skin and he swallows without thinking about it. it's flirtatious behavior, he can acknowledge that as true. ]
[ his hands are still wrapped around her wrists, but loosely. he could move them just so and wind their fingers together. he does not. he feels frozen in place because he doesn't want to think about the idea of taking off jyn's clothes. ]
Do you struggle with clothes of all kinds? That sounds like an entirely different issue.
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[ she blinks at him as if that is obvious. why else would she had told him the exact number of buttons on the stupid dress if she hadn't counted them? after a moment she realizes he is taking the piss and flips him off.
she hurls the dress at him. ]
Piss off, it's ridiculous.
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They did not give you any other choices? Maybe one with 40 buttons instead? [ a beat. ] The color is nice.
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[ she won't but he can think that! he won't, she knows this, and force that smile makes her feel warm. and it is a lovely soft color against skin, that wasn't a lie. ]
You have to help me.
[ they died together and now they are here, the force has tied them together and that means cassian has to fix all of her deficits and if anyone is capable of figuring out how to make a street urchin look like a duchess — a duchess!!! — it is cassian kriffing andor. ]
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[ handing over the weapon before you even use it?? come on, jyn. ]
What makes you think I know anything about how this works either? [ he is not opposed to helping her. but he is very much in the same boat, only he supposes he is better at making it up on the fly. ] You put the dress on, probably legs first.
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[ she says this before she launches herself at him, ducking her head and throwing all her weight into him, shoulder shoving into his waist. there is no finesse, it is brute force because she knows it will be impossible for him to counter which is what finds her driving him right into and flat onto the bed before her own legs slip out from underneath her and she collapses on top of him.
it gives cassian the opportunity to buck her off, but she scrambles on top of him, knees on either side of his waist and tries to grab the dress back. the dress that is half trapped between them because jyn didn't think ahead. ]
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[ she's back in mere seconds, attempting to keep him down, and he tries to shove aside the weird sense of delight that comes from wrestling her. even though the dress is trapped, he wraps part of it around his wrist too, making it even more difficult for her to tug it away from him. she may have pinned him, but she pinned her weapon to him too, and suddenly keeping the dress from her feels more important than getting her off him again. ]
[ her legs are very strong though. ]
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using his own grip on the dress against him, she yanks the delicate fabric and loops it around his neck like a scarf and pulls. not nearly enough to actually choke him. she doesn't want him to die in her arms again, but it is enough to prove a point. she wins.
her smile is brilliant in victory, cheeks flushed. ]
Make me fit for society, Captain.
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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.
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there isn't a coquettish bone in jyn's body, she wouldn't know how to seduce someone if it were life and death, but there is a surety to her as she drops her elbow and brings her face closer to cassian's, warm breath fanning across his jaw, that could very well be tempting in the right situation. ]
So step one is really you taking my clothes off.
[ she can't very well put the dress on over her shirt and trousers, now can she? ]
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[ his hands are still wrapped around her wrists, but loosely. he could move them just so and wind their fingers together. he does not. he feels frozen in place because he doesn't want to think about the idea of taking off jyn's clothes. ]
Do you struggle with clothes of all kinds? That sounds like an entirely different issue.