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[realists]

[ 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...

Oh. [ ah there it is. ]

[evasives]

[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.

[realists]

I can.

[ 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?

[evasives]

[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.

[realists]

You don't want to feel good, too?

[ 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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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.]

[realists]

[ SOUNDS FAKE? but she trusts cassian, so she'll give it a rest. mostly. ]

You remember the house rule, yeah? [ just checking. ]

[evasives]

I remember. [he is being honest!]

[as honest as he knows how to be in this, at least.] I feel good with you. I feel good like this with you.

[realists]

Okay.

[ 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.

[evasives]

[his breath comes in a little shorter when her hands find their way down his skin, and he almost tells her to just take the underwear off.]

[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?

[realists]

[ 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. ]

[evasives]

[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.]

[realists]

[ 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.

[evasives]

[he tries to glance at it, to see if the cat really is sleeping there, but it's a mess of blankets and he can't really tell. not that it matters. jyn said couch, he isn't going to move now.]

[he sighs, but it's fond, then smiles down at her.]

I just want to fuck you. That's all I have wanted for the last while. [there, he said it. since she made her intentions clear earlier, that's exactly what he wanted.] We do have a comfortable sofa. Maybe it's perfect for it, but there is only one way to find out.

[realists]

[ he says "i just want to fuck you" and it's like music and even though he keeps talking for some ridiculous reason, jyn decides to make better use of her time and lifts her hips to sweep her underwear off, wriggling until she can eventually kick them off ]

What are you waiting for?

[evasives]

[oh. there goes her underwear. what he's waiting for now is to get over seeing her completely naked. his gaze travels all the way down slowly, watching scars and freckles along her skin as he makes his way back up to her face with a stupid, starstruck smile on his own. it takes him a second to remember they were very much in the middle of something, fascinated as he is by her.]

[he drags his hand down towards her hips and strays a little close towards her center.] There is one more obstacle in the way, if you would like to help me with it.

[he finds one of her hands and drags it to the edge of his underwear. take em off jyn!!]

[realists]

[ jyn quickly gets to work, pushing his underwear down over his hips and carefully maneuvering them around (over?) his dick without being as careful to not touch him, soft pad of her thumb brushing down the length of him with a smile like sunshine. she's briefly distracted before she gets back to work, shoving his underwear the rest of the way down. at least down his thighs. ]

Just like a man, makin' me do all the work.

[ does she sound breathless? ugh disgusting. ]

[evasives]

[he shudders and his breath catches when she touches him, trying very hard not to press into her hand. it's the completely bright and innocent smile, how dare she. he distracts himself by shoving his underwear the rest of the way down and off, not quite sure where it ends up but he doesn't seem to care.]

I asked. You didn't have to do it.

[well ok, if she can touch him on purpose, he can do the same. he dips his hand down briefly between her legs, sliding his fingers through coarse hair and making sure she is Ready To Go.]

[and also maybe just to see what she does, the fucking will commence soon he swears.]

[realists]

[ she is 100% Ready To Go, warm and wet and wanting, and she jerks under his touch with a sharp gasp. the flush on her chest grows deeper, blush spreading to her cheeks as her eyes squeeze shut. ]

Do that again.

[ the fucking can take a pause if he keeps that up. ]

[evasives]

[he is 100% here for that sound and the way more of her skin turns red. her request - more of a demand, really - is one he can easily give in to, which he does with a very small innocent smile. found it, something else she likes.]

[his fingers slip between her folds, sliding and teasing, but it isn't meant to last or push her too far, and he doesn't try to dip inside of her. he finds himself sighing from it as though he's the one being touched, but he really was not lying when he'd told her listening and watching her really does do it for him.]

[realists]

[ she knows cassian's fingers are deft and nimble but somehow never seemed to imagine it in relation to herself, at least not like this. he sighs and jyn swears, her hand curling around his bicep, nails pressing into his skin. not clawing, not digging, but it's close.

she swears again. ]

Fuck. Cassian.

[evasives]

[yeah ok he is super into this. it's a hard press of her nails into his arm, and part of him wants to see how much tighter she can grab on.]

I think that is ultimately the goal. [he cannot resist! just like he can't resist keeping his hand in place. it's what he would do for anyone, but it feels especially good and nice with jyn, and if he wasn't so determined to just fuck her like he said, he would get her off like this.]

[but he can work his fingers against her for a little bit longer.]

[realists]

[ it's frustrating that they've barely started and she feels like she is fraying at the seams already. she can't give in so easily! she refuses! they can take their time next time, they can explore and challenge and probably bicker next time. this time she has no patience. ]

Now.

[evasives]

[now.]

[he swallows back any urge to ask her again if she's sure, if she's ready, if how they are is okay, any manner of questioning, though it doesn't feel like asking for her sake this time. it's something in him, which is ridiculous. he knows he wants her. she's made herself clear, that's what matters.]

[he sinks into her with a shudder and a sigh, keeping still with how overwhelming it is until she urges him on with impatience. he fucks her on the sofa, just like she asked, and even though he gets very caught up in it too, he does his best to make sure she's enjoying it, to make sure he doesn't hurt her. he doesn't make a lot of noise, just tiny sighs and whispers of her name. everything is to make sure she finishes before him, he's very determined on that.]

[realists]

[ she comes with a scream, head thrown back on the couch and her nails digging into cassian's back, having left scratches all down his back and crescent moons across his arms and faint marks of her teeth on his shoulder and neck. she doesn't mean to leave marks, there is nothing possessive about it, she isn't trying to mark her territory, she simply wants to hold him as close as possible.

slumping against the couch, satiated and spent and sweaty, legs shaking around him, jyn breathes out a laugh. one hand falls to rest across her stomach and a stupidly pleased smile softens her expression, eyes closed as she tries to control her breathing. ]

Lasted way more then three minutes.