jyn's lips part almost more in surprise than in answer but she finds her bearings quickly enough, surging forward, arms tangling around his chest against to hold him against herself. no escape. her fingers press hard into the muscles of his back as she breathes in, breathing him in.
[cassian is memorizing all the ways she reacts, taking careful note of what she seems to like more. his hand slides out and he cradles her face, basking in the sensation of the way she pulls him flush to her. it sends a little shiver down his spine, because it's not like he regularly gets this physically close to people.]
[he bites at her lip, then rolls his hips a little against hers. they're close enough that it sort of presses everything a little closer for a second, but he doesn't think she'll mind. she likes the clutch of it enough already!]
[ the noise she makes when he presses against her is shameful, or would be if jyn was capable of such a thing. it's nearly lost in the kisses, but it's there, and her fingers hold tighter, nails just beginning to press in.
tiny little crescent moons to complement his scars. ]
What do you like? [ it's breathed out, interrupted by breathy little noises, punctuated by her knee dragging up his thigh, opening up more room for him between her legs. ]
[these are all sorts of noises he is kind of falling in love with. even without words, it tells him a lot about what she might like.]
[he doesn't like her question. it's the second time she's confronting him with what he wants and likes and he doesn't have an answer. he isn't even making as much sound, just quieter even if he's breathing hard.]
[her leg moves, and he wants to wrap them both around his waist, but they're still wearing pants. instead he tucks his own knee between her legs and slides it up high, just barely teasing and brushing against her.]
I like how you're holding me. [which is true. her grip is tight, just like his pants!]
[ her soft gasp is buried against his throat, stretching up to press her lips against his neck, grip winding tighter like she can drag him closer still and make him easier to reach.
she kisses up his neck, lips brushing against the coarse stubble across his jaw and stifling soft laughter when she remembers the brief minute that she'd managed to give him bail organa's prolific goatee. he'd said something, in the casual quiet of their tent, that she remembers now.
You would still do it now.
he was right, of course, and she proves it, kissing higher, pressing a warm, open-mouthed kiss behind his ear before catching his earlobe between her teeth, biting briefly, not enough to hurt, and letting it drag free as that faint laughter continues, breath warm against his skin. ]
[he's still a lot quieter than she is, even if he's categorizing how she sounds after everything he does. it's almost methodical, but in a very exploratory way.]
[he happily sighs when she kisses up his throat, allowing himself and her to just enjoy it, though he slides his knee up even higher, neatly pressing between her legs. it feels strange to just allow something nice for himself, so clearly he needs to make up for it.]
[she bites, unsurprisingly. she does in a fight, of course she would here too. he's not surprised, but he does inhale more sharply than intended, which is the real surprise for him. but she's laughing, and he finds himself smiling.]
[ the pressure is steady and broad, far from the pinpoint precision of her own fingers when she gets down to it, but it still does something funny to her, making her stomach flutter and her fingers dig into his back.
it feels indulgent, drinking in cassian like this, lingering in every kiss and breath. she's too distracted to take much note of what he might like aside from what he tells her but there's always next time. the thought of a next time, of many next times, makes her nerves feel like they've been shocked, a sizzle and then warmth. ]
What else would you like? [ a question but an offer. jyn is unaccustomed to the openness but it somehow comes naturally now. giving as much as she feels like she's taking. but then again, they'd always been partners. ]
[she asks him again, and he still doesn't have an answer. she wants... to do things for him? which is a common enough offer in the middle of sex, but coming from jyn it feels far more real. for his sake, not just because that's how people get off. he ducks his head back down to kiss her, because he wants to, but also because it serves as a good delay and distraction.]
I would like your pants gone soon. [all right all right, true facts that don't relate to him directly. but the way she keeps digging her fingers into his skin makes him feel like he's doing something right, like he wants to just keep going and hold on to that feeling like she's holding on to him.]
[ she would start on them herself but she doesn't want to let go until she has to, she likes the press of him against her chest and the feel of her bare arms curling around his back. cassian, however, is more than welcome to take her pants off. in fact, she thinks she might like it if he took them off. ]
[he smiles a little teasingly before kissing her again. he also does not want her to let go, so he decides he is going to do his fucking best to take her pants off without sitting up.]
[he hunches up, fiddling with the drawstring on her pants. unfortunately, he shifts his knee out from between her legs, simply because pulling her pants down is impossible if his own are in the way. he grips just under the waist of them, and he starts to shimmy them down, fingertips brushing over her skin and underwear and trusting her to help out as necessary. he gets them down to about her knees, but it's an awkward angle and he's terribly distracted by it - so he sort of stumbles. somehow. and falls forward to land on top of her with an oof that turns into a huff of a laugh.]
[it is worth it though, because her arms are still around him.]
[ pants around her knees, cassian with a face full of jyn's chest, she's not sure this is how it's meant to go, but the thrum of desire hasn't been dampened by the laughter or the smile splashed across her expression. she tuts, shaking her head. how does she find him even more attractive when he is a bumbling fool? ]
Honestly, Cassian, if you wanted your face in my chest you could have just asked.
[ it's with the chimes of laughter still that she manages to kick off her pants, trying not to knee cassian in the groin while she does so. that might kill the mood. ]
[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.
[ jyn bites her lip as his fingers trail up her thigh, releasing it when he looks up at her. it feels like an imprint of his lips are burned into her skin and her eyes are a little wider, a little brighter, pink beginning to blossom on her chest. ]
You can stay. [ a beat. ] If that is what you want.
[ it's not a question of wondering if he wants her -- she knows he does -- but he isn't answering her questions the way she wants so she is not above pressing the issue. she wants him to do what he wants because she wants to do everything. they're going to match in the end regardless. she doesn't have any standards to meet. ]
[he is temporarily distracted by the pink on her skin, but at least it's good for something because he abruptly realizes yes, he does want to stay there. he wants to map all her freckles and soothe all her scars.]
[he also does not miss her emphasis, and he probably can't get away with never telling her anything forever, so he offers her another smile. okay, fine. he can do this.]
I do. [he says it kind of quietly, almost like he's nervous to admit to it. he kisses her again over a faded scar to assuage those nerves.]
[ she shimmies her hips a little to more comfortably take his weight, drawing her knee up again to bracket him between her and the couch. her hands leave his back, one tucking her hair behind her ear, the other settling on his arm, lingering on his bicep because.
[he likes the way her leg moves to frame him, like she wants to keep him there without feeling like it's too constrictive. he isn't blind to the way she feels up his arm, but he is admittedly far more interested in moving his mouth over her skin.]
[cartography by tongue, he kisses shapes over her freckles. his beard scrapes over and turns tiny spots more red than pink, his grazing teeth doing the same. very briefly, almost like he's testing it, his brushes a soft kiss at the side of her breast, then leaves a trail of warm, open mouthed kisses up the center of her chest until he reaches the hollow of her throat.]
[ he is kissing her freckles, following them like a treasure map and his beard is leaving the path all lit up in his wake. it's almost fascinating to watch the way her skin protests the coarse hair, but she's too distracted by his actual mouth to focus too much on the places he's already moved on from. ]
Excuse you. [ she nudges his temple with her chin. ] This is not my chest. Go back to your post, Captain.
[his eyes snap up to her face instantly and he barely suppresses a shudder. he's so used to hearing jyn call him captain that he barely thinks about it most of the time, but it sure gets stuck in his head now.]
[he bites briefly at her skin, kissing it soon after.] I like it here. [he kisses near her throat again, lingering there just because she told him to move.] Maybe if you say please.
[ jyn doesn't know, doesn't realize, what makes him snap to attention like a good rebel soldier but she can't say she doesn't like it. again, power hungry but only over incredibly specific cassian shaped things. ]
Please, [ she says impatiently, bristling under his hands though it is more from anticipation than upset. ] Put your kriffing hands and mouth back on my tits, Captain.
[TWICE IN ONE GO. if the please hadn't done it, the double use of captain would have convinced him. it's very hard to say no to her request under normal circumstances, but hearing the way captain sounds from her beneath him makes him want to kiss virtually anywhere she asked.]
[but she did specify. so without comment, he drops his mouth back down her chest, slow and lazy and warm. he lingers a little right in the center, long enough to leave more of a red mark than pink. he brings his hand up to her breast, then kisses his way over to the other. she did start this whole thing off by demanding attention, and he is more than happy to give it with nimble fingers and eager kisses.]
[ 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. ]
[every little noise she makes is like a present, knowing she is happy, knowing he is the cause. he doesn't mind the silence in theory, but he's learning what sounds come from what movements and what twitches come from which kisses. that means drawing every bit out of her that he can.]
[he is building her up. he knows how to get straight to the point, but he has the time with jyn, and he'd rather explore her.]
You don't have to keep still. [he drags his tongue over her skin, mouth teasing at her nipple. he can also tell she's trying to restrain herself a little, which is very unusual for her as a general thing. his hand skims down briefly over her side.] Or quiet.
jyn feels the heat rise in her chest again, hoping it won't keep rising and flood her cheeks. she tries to focus on something else until it fades, huffing out a short breath. ]
I don't care about that. I want you to talk to me.
[ which is different for jyn. jyn who hates talking. ]
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jyn's lips part almost more in surprise than in answer but she finds her bearings quickly enough, surging forward, arms tangling around his chest against to hold him against herself. no escape. her fingers press hard into the muscles of his back as she breathes in, breathing him in.
she definitely likes this so jot that down. ]
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[he bites at her lip, then rolls his hips a little against hers. they're close enough that it sort of presses everything a little closer for a second, but he doesn't think she'll mind. she likes the clutch of it enough already!]
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tiny little crescent moons to complement his scars. ]
What do you like? [ it's breathed out, interrupted by breathy little noises, punctuated by her knee dragging up his thigh, opening up more room for him between her legs. ]
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[he doesn't like her question. it's the second time she's confronting him with what he wants and likes and he doesn't have an answer. he isn't even making as much sound, just quieter even if he's breathing hard.]
[her leg moves, and he wants to wrap them both around his waist, but they're still wearing pants. instead he tucks his own knee between her legs and slides it up high, just barely teasing and brushing against her.]
I like how you're holding me. [which is true. her grip is tight, just like his pants!]
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she kisses up his neck, lips brushing against the coarse stubble across his jaw and stifling soft laughter when she remembers the brief minute that she'd managed to give him bail organa's prolific goatee. he'd said something, in the casual quiet of their tent, that she remembers now.
You would still do it now.
he was right, of course, and she proves it, kissing higher, pressing a warm, open-mouthed kiss behind his ear before catching his earlobe between her teeth, biting briefly, not enough to hurt, and letting it drag free as that faint laughter continues, breath warm against his skin. ]
I like holding you.
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[he happily sighs when she kisses up his throat, allowing himself and her to just enjoy it, though he slides his knee up even higher, neatly pressing between her legs. it feels strange to just allow something nice for himself, so clearly he needs to make up for it.]
[she bites, unsurprisingly. she does in a fight, of course she would here too. he's not surprised, but he does inhale more sharply than intended, which is the real surprise for him. but she's laughing, and he finds himself smiling.]
I liked that too. [so like, she can keep biting.]
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it feels indulgent, drinking in cassian like this, lingering in every kiss and breath. she's too distracted to take much note of what he might like aside from what he tells her but there's always next time. the thought of a next time, of many next times, makes her nerves feel like they've been shocked, a sizzle and then warmth. ]
What else would you like? [ a question but an offer. jyn is unaccustomed to the openness but it somehow comes naturally now. giving as much as she feels like she's taking. but then again, they'd always been partners. ]
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I would like your pants gone soon. [all right all right, true facts that don't relate to him directly. but the way she keeps digging her fingers into his skin makes him feel like he's doing something right, like he wants to just keep going and hold on to that feeling like she's holding on to him.]
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Then why are they still on?
[ she would start on them herself but she doesn't want to let go until she has to, she likes the press of him against her chest and the feel of her bare arms curling around his back. cassian, however, is more than welcome to take her pants off. in fact, she thinks she might like it if he took them off. ]
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[he hunches up, fiddling with the drawstring on her pants. unfortunately, he shifts his knee out from between her legs, simply because pulling her pants down is impossible if his own are in the way. he grips just under the waist of them, and he starts to shimmy them down, fingertips brushing over her skin and underwear and trusting her to help out as necessary. he gets them down to about her knees, but it's an awkward angle and he's terribly distracted by it - so he sort of stumbles. somehow. and falls forward to land on top of her with an oof that turns into a huff of a laugh.]
[it is worth it though, because her arms are still around him.]
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Honestly, Cassian, if you wanted your face in my chest you could have just asked.
[ it's with the chimes of laughter still that she manages to kick off her pants, trying not to knee cassian in the groin while she does so. that might kill the mood. ]
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[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.
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You can stay. [ a beat. ] If that is what you want.
[ it's not a question of wondering if he wants her -- she knows he does -- but he isn't answering her questions the way she wants so she is not above pressing the issue. she wants him to do what he wants because she wants to do everything. they're going to match in the end regardless. she doesn't have any standards to meet. ]
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[he also does not miss her emphasis, and he probably can't get away with never telling her anything forever, so he offers her another smile. okay, fine. he can do this.]
I do. [he says it kind of quietly, almost like he's nervous to admit to it. he kisses her again over a faded scar to assuage those nerves.]
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[ she shimmies her hips a little to more comfortably take his weight, drawing her knee up again to bracket him between her and the couch. her hands leave his back, one tucking her hair behind her ear, the other settling on his arm, lingering on his bicep because.
she's shallow. ]
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[cartography by tongue, he kisses shapes over her freckles. his beard scrapes over and turns tiny spots more red than pink, his grazing teeth doing the same. very briefly, almost like he's testing it, his brushes a soft kiss at the side of her breast, then leaves a trail of warm, open mouthed kisses up the center of her chest until he reaches the hollow of her throat.]
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Excuse you. [ she nudges his temple with her chin. ] This is not my chest. Go back to your post, Captain.
[ get out of here, buddy. ]
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[he bites briefly at her skin, kissing it soon after.] I like it here. [he kisses near her throat again, lingering there just because she told him to move.] Maybe if you say please.
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Please, [ she says impatiently, bristling under his hands though it is more from anticipation than upset. ] Put your kriffing hands and mouth back on my tits, Captain.
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[but she did specify. so without comment, he drops his mouth back down her chest, slow and lazy and warm. he lingers a little right in the center, long enough to leave more of a red mark than pink. he brings his hand up to her breast, then kisses his way over to the other. she did start this whole thing off by demanding attention, and he is more than happy to give it with nimble fingers and eager kisses.]
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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. ]
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[he is building her up. he knows how to get straight to the point, but he has the time with jyn, and he'd rather explore her.]
You don't have to keep still. [he drags his tongue over her skin, mouth teasing at her nipple. he can also tell she's trying to restrain herself a little, which is very unusual for her as a general thing. his hand skims down briefly over her side.] Or quiet.
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[ she likes the quiet with him, specifically. she's always liked their quiet, now is no different, even if it wildly different. ]
I could say the same thing to you.
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[it's a Thing. with jyn especially, no matter how little the sound, every sigh is almost like music.]
[he looks up at her face, then kisses an older scar near her collarbone.] I don't tend to make a lot of noise.
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jyn feels the heat rise in her chest again, hoping it won't keep rising and flood her cheeks. she tries to focus on something else until it fades, huffing out a short breath. ]
I don't care about that. I want you to talk to me.
[ which is different for jyn. jyn who hates talking. ]
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