[ 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. ]
[he drops a few fluttering kisses on the pink in her chest, biting back a smile. it's so easy to see! he can't help it.]
[she tells him she wants him to talk, and he wants to immediately. he assumes some kind of dirty talk though, because as noted, jyn hates regular talking.]
I want to kiss you. [which he does again, back at her throat.] Everywhere.
[his finger teases at the edge of her underwear.] Do you want these gone too? I can take them off.
[ dirty talk isn't want she had in mind particularly, she just wanted to hear cassian's voice, to ground herself and because he still hasn't answered her questions the way she wants but this is a good start!
so maybe it was exactly what she had in mind without realizing? damn. ]
Yeah, but you've still got your trousers on, Andor. [ she gives his arm a little squeeze. ] And I thought you said you wanted to kiss me...
[he's just that good!! or maybe he just fails on reading something so normal as just talking to her like this.]
Can you help me take them off? [he can do it himself, but he gets the sense she wants more for him. and he will not complain about her hands on him like that, nope.]
[her realization and surprise makes him kiss her nose, innocent enough to be out of place.] I don't have to tonight. It was more of a passing thought. But one day, I would like to.
[ her hands leave his body to slide down between them, fingers playing idly at the waist of his sweats. she could just shove them down and take his underwear with, all in one go, and she thinks about it! instead her fingers dip under the waist and carefully pushes the pants down without taking the underpants as well. ]
[it would not be the first time everything was shoved away at once, but he likes it this way now, for them. he moves his legs around and helps her kick them off, kicking them off the couch to get them completely out of the way.]
[it feels better now that they're more evenly stripped. he makes no move to rid her of her own underwear yet. he just cups her cheek and gives her a very brief kiss.]
I like to. [as a general thing. it's harder for him to be a recipient, but cassian andor is down to go down.] But I want to make you feel good. That's... what I want out of all this, right now.
[ her tone is slightly teasing BUT setting aside that she doesn't quite believe he likes going down on ladies -- men are garbage, she can't think of many that would forgo their pleasure for someone else's -- he keeps turning everything around on her and she's curious why he doesn't seem to want to get... anything out of this. ]
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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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[she tells him she wants him to talk, and he wants to immediately. he assumes some kind of dirty talk though, because as noted, jyn hates regular talking.]
I want to kiss you. [which he does again, back at her throat.] Everywhere.
[his finger teases at the edge of her underwear.] Do you want these gone too? I can take them off.
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so maybe it was exactly what she had in mind without realizing? damn. ]
Yeah, but you've still got your trousers on, Andor. [ she gives his arm a little squeeze. ] And I thought you said you wanted to kiss me...
Oh. [ ah there it is. ]
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Can you help me take them off? [he can do it himself, but he gets the sense she wants more for him. and he will not complain about her hands on him like that, nope.]
[her realization and surprise makes him kiss her nose, innocent enough to be out of place.] I don't have to tonight. It was more of a passing thought. But one day, I would like to.
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[ her hands leave his body to slide down between them, fingers playing idly at the waist of his sweats. she could just shove them down and take his underwear with, all in one go, and she thinks about it! instead her fingers dip under the waist and carefully pushes the pants down without taking the underpants as well. ]
Why? Why do you want to?
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[it feels better now that they're more evenly stripped. he makes no move to rid her of her own underwear yet. he just cups her cheek and gives her a very brief kiss.]
I like to. [as a general thing. it's harder for him to be a recipient, but cassian andor is down to go down.] But I want to make you feel good. That's... what I want out of all this, right now.
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[ her tone is slightly teasing BUT setting aside that she doesn't quite believe he likes going down on ladies -- men are garbage, she can't think of many that would forgo their pleasure for someone else's -- he keeps turning everything around on her and she's curious why he doesn't seem to want to get... anything out of this. ]
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