no subject

[he doesn't have it in him really to be embarrassed, because it's jyn. he's still comfortable, still smiling, and she's still laughing. she gets her pants the rest of the way off, and he brushes his fingers against her thigh, simply because that's close to where it landed. it's... nice, he realizes, to not have to worry about any kind of perfection in this. it's a little awkward, but it doesn't ruin anything.]

[before he can overthink it, he plants a kiss to the middle of her chest. he looks up, smiling almost sheepishly at her.] I could stay here for a little, if you'd like. Or come back up. Your call.