He was so good with his hands, and Jyn thought she said as much, even though the only real noise she made was an (embarrassing) soft whimper as she involuntarily parted her legs a little wider, granting Cassian more room in which to touch her, to tease her in the only way he could.

She understood all too well his need to know that she wanted this with him, and that she wane him, and she found a sort of delight in giving her consent, and enthusiastically so every time he looked to her to give it.

Ambushed by so much stimulation all at once, there was little for Jyn to do but enjoy it, and her hips rocked against his hand restlessly, his name a gasp upon her lips.