He ran a hand again through her hair and rested his forehead against hers. Whispered back, "Good…" and, still slow and measured, pushed himself inside her. This remarkable woman of stardust and Forcelight, letting him be with her… he could almost start crying, if that wouldn't alter the tone of things. But he never… got to be with someone like this… where he wasn't having to think about the timing, about distraction, about whether he needed them sleepy or talkative after, about what to say if they asked after certain scars, about whoever and whatever he was supposed to be, because it was never himself.
And even the rare times he had been able to be himself with someone…
…it had never felt okay. As it was with Jyn. She made it seem okay. For him to be who he was.
He drew his mind back together and threw his focus onto bringing her over the edge. Not because he needed to—needed something from her. Purely because he wanted to. She'd suffered so much in life and this was something he could give her that was good. And he got to see her face and feel her around him as it happened.
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Date: 2019-05-20 03:34 pm (UTC)And even the rare times he had been able to be himself with someone…
…it had never felt okay. As it was with Jyn. She made it seem okay. For him to be who he was.
He drew his mind back together and threw his focus onto bringing her over the edge. Not because he needed to—needed something from her. Purely because he wanted to. She'd suffered so much in life and this was something he could give her that was good. And he got to see her face and feel her around him as it happened.