"Alright - ", Jyn agreed easily, gesturing toward the archway and what lied beneath, grateful that she wouldn't have to worry about it - about what she knew was to come - just quite yet. Lunch, though, she could do lunch.
She had a scant bit of experience, mostly relegated to kisses stolen in hidden corners. Her Uncle had the bad habit of making those she showed interest in disappear - sent to far off bases, never to be heard from again. It disturbed her, that he was so interested in her 'well-being', but who could she tell? Her father, too, worked off-world, and she was almost certain that her communication with him was monitored.
...
She was almost certain that this apartment, too, would be monitored. And how could she possibly bring that to her new husband's attention, that it was probably best to at least go through the motions, lest they attract the wrong kind of attention. Maybe that was a problem for a later time, though.
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Date: 2019-06-09 03:36 am (UTC)She had a scant bit of experience, mostly relegated to kisses stolen in hidden corners. Her Uncle had the bad habit of making those she showed interest in disappear - sent to far off bases, never to be heard from again. It disturbed her, that he was so interested in her 'well-being', but who could she tell? Her father, too, worked off-world, and she was almost certain that her communication with him was monitored.
...
She was almost certain that this apartment, too, would be monitored. And how could she possibly bring that to her new husband's attention, that it was probably best to at least go through the motions, lest they attract the wrong kind of attention. Maybe that was a problem for a later time, though.
"That sounds good."