[ the whole thing seems overly indulgent, a luxury. they've lived lives of spartan necessity and jyn's own forays into self-pleasure were strictly to scratch an itch, to clear her mind. she'd thought of clean, quiet bedrooms and a full belly and time, barely a sexual fantasy to be had. now, surprisingly, she has all of those things and a man seemingly intent on making her feel good despite there being doubts (her own) that she actually deserves anything good.
in the quiet she can hear the whisper of his stubble against her skin, the brush of their bodies against the couch with every shift as cassian lingers, his movements nearly relaxed if she didn't know him well enough to know the pace is purposeful, meant to build the pleasure she can feel beginning to simmer inside her.
she tries not to move under him, tries not to make too much noise but whenever she is too quiet his fingers move just so or his teeth graze across sensitive skin and the little puffs of sighs and wriggles come out on cue. ]
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in the quiet she can hear the whisper of his stubble against her skin, the brush of their bodies against the couch with every shift as cassian lingers, his movements nearly relaxed if she didn't know him well enough to know the pace is purposeful, meant to build the pleasure she can feel beginning to simmer inside her.
she tries not to move under him, tries not to make too much noise but whenever she is too quiet his fingers move just so or his teeth graze across sensitive skin and the little puffs of sighs and wriggles come out on cue. ]