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[Cassian's phone pings twice more, the first is with a photo, of Taako shirtless and doing a peace sign, because he's Like That.
The second is just a text:]
yes boss
The second is just a text:]
yes boss
[ it's been a long month, between the festival of sadness and inexplicably getting sick, there's been a shiver of tension in the apartment. maybe it's being slapped in the face with their deaths and also their mortality, at the same time. they're dead, but they are alive; alive enough to get sick, it turns out.
the sickness has abated, at least, for a few days now and the house has been aired out and cleaned, the smell of citrus and spices still lingering from the deep clean. the windows are open, letting in the cool breeze and the fresh air, and curled up reading on the couch with her legs draped across cassian's lap, jyn feels good. healthy again, mostly strong again, alive again. it's strange that getting sicker than she'd ever felt in her entire life also made her feel like a living, breathing person again -- no longer a walking reminder of her own death.
the book is good but it's not engaging her for some reason and she flings it aside, landing with a soft thud on the chair, making a dismissive noise when cassian lifts his eyes from his own book. she leans back on the couch, closing her eyes and soaking in the quiet until cassian shifts to turn the page, reaching out to grab the datapad from his hands and carefully set it aside, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck just as carefully. ]
the sickness has abated, at least, for a few days now and the house has been aired out and cleaned, the smell of citrus and spices still lingering from the deep clean. the windows are open, letting in the cool breeze and the fresh air, and curled up reading on the couch with her legs draped across cassian's lap, jyn feels good. healthy again, mostly strong again, alive again. it's strange that getting sicker than she'd ever felt in her entire life also made her feel like a living, breathing person again -- no longer a walking reminder of her own death.
the book is good but it's not engaging her for some reason and she flings it aside, landing with a soft thud on the chair, making a dismissive noise when cassian lifts his eyes from his own book. she leans back on the couch, closing her eyes and soaking in the quiet until cassian shifts to turn the page, reaching out to grab the datapad from his hands and carefully set it aside, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck just as carefully. ]
[what a very Long month. cassian has been sick before, but not like that, not in a way that kept him bedridden - or maybe he just isn't used to having the luxury of that choice. it was a very strange reminder that he's alive here, even as the festival kept reminding him he's dead.]
[he's spent a good chunk of the month thinking about that, thinking about all the people he once knew who are in the same boat, only without the luck of a strange quarantine afterlife. he'd been hesitant about the lanterns, but admittedly it was kind of cathartic.]
[he looks up when jyn tosses her book, but it's not very unusual. the stranger part is when she tugs his away, and he spares a moment to be grateful she doesn't give it the same throwing treatment. only a moment though, because then her lips are at his neck.]
Did you want something? [he's teasing, but his hand is already dancing towards her waist. come on jyn, come on over.]
[he's spent a good chunk of the month thinking about that, thinking about all the people he once knew who are in the same boat, only without the luck of a strange quarantine afterlife. he'd been hesitant about the lanterns, but admittedly it was kind of cathartic.]
[he looks up when jyn tosses her book, but it's not very unusual. the stranger part is when she tugs his away, and he spares a moment to be grateful she doesn't give it the same throwing treatment. only a moment though, because then her lips are at his neck.]
Did you want something? [he's teasing, but his hand is already dancing towards her waist. come on jyn, come on over.]
[ a little hum vibrates past her lips, against his skin. ]
Attention, [ she murmurs, brushing another kiss to his neck, feeling the tickle of his blessedly regrown stubble creeping under his jaw, the jump of his pulse under her lips as she presses a little closer. one hand lifts to steady herself against his chest, feeling the same jump of his pulse under her fingers.
obviously she loves attention and she is only doing this for attention because she is a glutton for attention. very attention seeking, this one. ]
Attention, [ she murmurs, brushing another kiss to his neck, feeling the tickle of his blessedly regrown stubble creeping under his jaw, the jump of his pulse under her lips as she presses a little closer. one hand lifts to steady herself against his chest, feeling the same jump of his pulse under her fingers.
obviously she loves attention and she is only doing this for attention because she is a glutton for attention. very attention seeking, this one. ]
[he tugs at her a little, gesturing again for her to come in closer. he can't kiss her back from this angle.]
I can give you some. [he would love that! he loves giving jyn attention. that is a thing he has been discovering.] But you are making it difficult for me.
[not that he's complaining about her kissing his neck, but he very much wants to reciprocate. she has one more chance before he just pulls her on him tbh.]
I can give you some. [he would love that! he loves giving jyn attention. that is a thing he has been discovering.] But you are making it difficult for me.
[not that he's complaining about her kissing his neck, but he very much wants to reciprocate. she has one more chance before he just pulls her on him tbh.]
[ jyn does unfold her legs from his lap, seemingly like she is preparing to climb into his lap but she does not. ]
I'm quite certain I have all of your attention, Captain. [ and she's enjoying his mild struggle, honestly, feeling bold enough to graze her teeth against his throat, immediately kissing over the same spot as if to soothe. he's definitely going have to pull her into his lap because she's satisfied with making him wait. ]
I'm quite certain I have all of your attention, Captain. [ and she's enjoying his mild struggle, honestly, feeling bold enough to graze her teeth against his throat, immediately kissing over the same spot as if to soothe. he's definitely going have to pull her into his lap because she's satisfied with making him wait. ]
[he sighs, but in reality he is very unsurprised that she is dragging this out. part of him wants to resist and try to get her to come to him, but the urge to kiss her back outweighs the need for challenge. he's barely kissed her all month.]
[it's the captain that really does it, alongside the faint graze of her teeth. he leans over and grabs her hips, pulling her towards him and into his lap at last.]
Now you have all of it. [he kisses her once, barely brushing her mouth.] Do I have yours now too?
[it's the captain that really does it, alongside the faint graze of her teeth. he leans over and grabs her hips, pulling her towards him and into his lap at last.]
Now you have all of it. [he kisses her once, barely brushing her mouth.] Do I have yours now too?
Edited 2018-05-07 21:32 (UTC)
Some of it, [ she relents, mouth curving into a faint, teasing smile as she sweeps her hair back over her shoulder, settling comfortably in his lap. she likes it here. she feels tall and warm, bare feet wriggling against his knees. ]
You're welcome to attempt to grab the rest.
You're welcome to attempt to grab the rest.
[he likes her there. he doesn't feel trapped beneath her, just comfortable. she fits almost like they're a puzzle. it's not unfamiliar, they make great use of the couch this way, but it's been a while. he pauses a second to just sort of happily look at her there.]
[then she says grab, and his hands tightly briefly on her sides.] Okay.
[that's it, that's all he says before he leans in to do as suggested and grab the rest of her attention with a kiss. it's a gentle press of lips that definitely lingers in hopes of more, his intent a question against her mouth, checking in as always.]
[then she says grab, and his hands tightly briefly on her sides.] Okay.
[that's it, that's all he says before he leans in to do as suggested and grab the rest of her attention with a kiss. it's a gentle press of lips that definitely lingers in hopes of more, his intent a question against her mouth, checking in as always.]
[ he always starts gentle, curious, but jyn is not so gentle. her answer is always firm and sure, winding her arms around his neck to pull herself in closer, so cassian can't escape. the tip of her tongue traces across his lips, urging them to part so she can breathe him in.
she settles more heavily in his lap, no longer supporting herself and letting him support her. ]
she settles more heavily in his lap, no longer supporting herself and letting him support her. ]
[cassian opens up instantly under her mouth. he always starts out gentle, but it doesn't mean he doesn't match up with whatever jyn responds with. he sighs happily when she pushes into him, deepening the kiss eagerly.]
[her weight is warm and comfortable on him, and his hands tighten at her waist to settle her against him, to keep her as close as she clearly wants. it's like she's melting against him, and it's honestly one of the best things.]
[her weight is warm and comfortable on him, and his hands tighten at her waist to settle her against him, to keep her as close as she clearly wants. it's like she's melting against him, and it's honestly one of the best things.]
Are you too sick to open a door right now? I gotta know for like science and shit
A little birdy told me you got your ass sick so I'm gonna send an invisible servant over with some shit for ya if you can open the door for it
[ settled snugly in his lap, satisfied she has all his attention, jyn lets her hands roam at will. her fingers slide through hair in need of a cut, nails grazing the nape of his neck. for someone that doesn't like being touched (or maybe she is so unused to it that she thinks she hates it), jyn sure likes touching cassian and being touched by cassian.
it's always a strange realization but she settles into it quickly now, licking into his mouth with reckless abandon. the same reckless abandon and stubborn determination that she approaches everything she is afraid of, like he's a challenge she wants to conquer. ]
it's always a strange realization but she settles into it quickly now, licking into his mouth with reckless abandon. the same reckless abandon and stubborn determination that she approaches everything she is afraid of, like he's a challenge she wants to conquer. ]
[cassian isn't very used to being touched either, but he likes when jyn does it, whether it's her throwing her feet into his lap, or throwing her whole body into his lap. her roaming hands always send a little flutter through him, always surprised she seems to want to touch him.]
[she's throwing herself at him so eagerly he almost doesn't know what to do with it, except allow his hands the same urge to roam while he kisses her. his fingers dip under her shirt, and when she doesn't seem to object, they sweep further under and creep up her back, a little higher than he usually dares. it's like she's absurdly determined, and jyn always makes him feel like taking chances.]
[she's throwing herself at him so eagerly he almost doesn't know what to do with it, except allow his hands the same urge to roam while he kisses her. his fingers dip under her shirt, and when she doesn't seem to object, they sweep further under and creep up her back, a little higher than he usually dares. it's like she's absurdly determined, and jyn always makes him feel like taking chances.]
[ she shivers under his hands, but smiles against his mouth, humming a pleased little noise. it's honestly disgusting how soft he makes her: weak in the knees, butterflies, feeling warm all over, the whole to do.
it's horrid.
and she doesn't try to stop it, pulling away the tiniest bit to speak before she's sinking down to kiss him again. ]
You can take it off.
[ it seems the best course of action. her shirt will eventually impede the progress of his hands and it makes more sense to remove the obstacle before it becomes an obstacle. no need to improvise, adapt, or overcome if she thinks ahead. ]
it's horrid.
and she doesn't try to stop it, pulling away the tiniest bit to speak before she's sinking down to kiss him again. ]
You can take it off.
[ it seems the best course of action. her shirt will eventually impede the progress of his hands and it makes more sense to remove the obstacle before it becomes an obstacle. no need to improvise, adapt, or overcome if she thinks ahead. ]
[he pauses against her mouth, drumming his fingers idly against her, because - because - ]
Are you sure?
[he knows, he knows, that jyn never does or says anything she doesn't mean, but it's not like they've ever lost any clothes before, no matter how into kissing they've gotten.]
Are you sure?
[he knows, he knows, that jyn never does or says anything she doesn't mean, but it's not like they've ever lost any clothes before, no matter how into kissing they've gotten.]
[he huffs a little, because maybe she was pretty clear, but he can already tell she's going to get annoyed with his constant need to check in. which implies this is going happen again, and maybe he shouldn't be assuming. but she wants her shirt gone! he can talk about that later, he guesses. like everything else gets put off to talk about later.]
[he kisses her again to placate her, and maybe to get himself back on track.] I was going to.
[he grips the hem and tugs it up, and then he's abruptly confronted with the fact that she's not wearing a bra? he doesn't know how he missed that, but it takes him aback.]
[they've lived together so long that being around each other in underwear ceased being noteworthy, but there's all sorts of intent now, and she's naked from the waist up. he drops her shirt idly on the couch, but his eyes travel up the trail of scars and freckles across her chest, hands settling back at her waist. he wants to trace them all with his fingers, he's too distracted from kissing her by looking at her, sorry jyn.]
[he kisses her again to placate her, and maybe to get himself back on track.] I was going to.
[he grips the hem and tugs it up, and then he's abruptly confronted with the fact that she's not wearing a bra? he doesn't know how he missed that, but it takes him aback.]
[they've lived together so long that being around each other in underwear ceased being noteworthy, but there's all sorts of intent now, and she's naked from the waist up. he drops her shirt idly on the couch, but his eyes travel up the trail of scars and freckles across her chest, hands settling back at her waist. he wants to trace them all with his fingers, he's too distracted from kissing her by looking at her, sorry jyn.]
[ honestly, she's equally confronted by her lack of bra. she's been sick for so long he's lucky she bathed and brushed her teeth, everything else has been secondary since they woke up in the hospital.
jyn expected some... lingering gazes, she supposes, but the way cassian looks at her is unexpected.
it wasn't like she expected him to recoil from her map of scars, but she didn't expect him to be so, well, studious. he looks like he's preparing for a test, like he'll have to recreate her from memory, like he doesn't want to forget anything. it causes her voice to soften, even if her forehead wrinkles a little in disquiet. ]
What are you thinking so hard about?
jyn expected some... lingering gazes, she supposes, but the way cassian looks at her is unexpected.
it wasn't like she expected him to recoil from her map of scars, but she didn't expect him to be so, well, studious. he looks like he's preparing for a test, like he'll have to recreate her from memory, like he doesn't want to forget anything. it causes her voice to soften, even if her forehead wrinkles a little in disquiet. ]
What are you thinking so hard about?
[her voice lifts his attention back to her face, even if his thumb starts to move idly over her hip.]
You. [it spills out without thinking, but it's the easiest and an honest answer. he huffs out a self deprecating laugh, like he shouldn't be thinking about her even though she is sitting in his lap and is no longer in possession of a shirt.]
[maybe he does want to memorize her, but he doesn't know if he can say something like that.] I never noticed how freckly you are.
[that feels easier, even if she might hit him. he doesn't know what level of Feelings she wants here, but he's having a lot of them.]
You. [it spills out without thinking, but it's the easiest and an honest answer. he huffs out a self deprecating laugh, like he shouldn't be thinking about her even though she is sitting in his lap and is no longer in possession of a shirt.]
[maybe he does want to memorize her, but he doesn't know if he can say something like that.] I never noticed how freckly you are.
[that feels easier, even if she might hit him. he doesn't know what level of Feelings she wants here, but he's having a lot of them.]
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