[ 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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[ - 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.