[ 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. ]
I do. [by virtue of being with the other person, by virtue of having a dick, cassian gets off fairly easily if he's the one controlling it. it's always been to serve a purpose, to take the edge off. there's no point if it doesn't work for him too.] And I will. I already do.
[in case that wasn't obvious by the tent in his underwear.] I am warming you up but it - it does the same thing for me.
[it makes him feel good, but definitely in a personal sense alongside the physical.]
[ she'll let it go now, channeling elsa. her fingers run down the center of his chest, nails dragging the last centimeters until they catch on the edge of his underwear. she looks down briefly and then looks back up at cassian, expression almost adorably determined. ]
You can, one day, but only if you let me do the same.
[ tonight maybe there will be no time for lingering between her legs, but there is always next time. tomorrow night, maybe, or next week, or next month, or next year, however many next chances they have on this little moon. they have plenty of time to continue learning each other, learning what the other likes, what they like.
they have nothing but time. ]
Tonight, Captain, I want you to fuck me on the sofa until I scream.
[ she kisses him on the nose this time; soft, sweet expression incongruous with the filthy words coming out of her mouth. ]
[he ducks his head briefly into her shoulder after she kisses him on the nose of all places, mostly because he is trying to hide a laugh.]
[he can still comply, and he certainly wants to comply, but -]
Are you sure you don't want to move to the bed?
[there's a part of him that thinks it might be... nice. romantic? can that happen? but there's the other part of him that just keeps remembering the way it sounds to hear her say she wants him to fuck her, and moving to the bed clearly just wastes time.]
[ if he wants to light candles and be romantic, he can make the first move next time. ]
No, I don't. [ she wants to ruin this couch for anyone that sits on it. she really wants to defile some part of their home that another unsuspecting person might interact with so when they sit down during a visit she can look over and laugh because she and cassian fucked on that sofa. ] 'sides, the cat's on the bed.
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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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[in case that wasn't obvious by the tent in his underwear.] I am warming you up but it - it does the same thing for me.
[it makes him feel good, but definitely in a personal sense alongside the physical.]
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You remember the house rule, yeah? [ just checking. ]
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[as honest as he knows how to be in this, at least.] I feel good with you. I feel good like this with you.
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[ she'll let it go now, channeling elsa. her fingers run down the center of his chest, nails dragging the last centimeters until they catch on the edge of his underwear. she looks down briefly and then looks back up at cassian, expression almost adorably determined. ]
You can, one day, but only if you let me do the same.
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[except!! her trade offer!! she looks almost cute in her request, and he nearly agrees right then and there. instead he leans down first to kiss her.]
And tonight?
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they have nothing but time. ]
Tonight, Captain, I want you to fuck me on the sofa until I scream.
[ she kisses him on the nose this time; soft, sweet expression incongruous with the filthy words coming out of her mouth. ]
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[he can still comply, and he certainly wants to comply, but -]
Are you sure you don't want to move to the bed?
[there's a part of him that thinks it might be... nice. romantic? can that happen? but there's the other part of him that just keeps remembering the way it sounds to hear her say she wants him to fuck her, and moving to the bed clearly just wastes time.]
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No, I don't. [ she wants to ruin this couch for anyone that sits on it. she really wants to defile some part of their home that another unsuspecting person might interact with so when they sit down during a visit she can look over and laugh because she and cassian fucked on that sofa. ] 'sides, the cat's on the bed.
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