He couldn't imagine wanting to leave this embrace, and really she was letting him have the dominant position, where he wouldn't need her to do much of anything for him to get free. But the continued trust of trading vulnerabilities made his heart rise into his throat.
"I'll protect that intel with my life," he promised, sotto voce.
As his eyes drifted closed again. And he began to breathe more deeply. Feeling flooded and filled with the still-miraculous feel of her body against his; torsos, arms. Feeling—though this was, no matter how you looked at it, a compromising position: impeding his ability to react to anything outside of them, and making him so vulnerable to her—unrealistically safe.
He couldn't let himself relish this too much. Want it too much. Need it, at all.
But he already did.
And… y'know what…
He knew better than to reject moments of solace because they wouldn't last, or could get lost. That was war. Don't let them go to waste.
And… they were married. If they wanted… this could be their every night.
Until he left.
Shhh. No future. Just now.
A third time, he thought, Good night, Jyn. But didn't speak. Just let his breath continue to deepen and slow, and his muscles to relax around her.
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Date: 2019-06-16 05:27 am (UTC)"I'll protect that intel with my life," he promised, sotto voce.
As his eyes drifted closed again. And he began to breathe more deeply. Feeling flooded and filled with the still-miraculous feel of her body against his; torsos, arms. Feeling—though this was, no matter how you looked at it, a compromising position: impeding his ability to react to anything outside of them, and making him so vulnerable to her—unrealistically safe.
He couldn't let himself relish this too much. Want it too much. Need it, at all.
But he already did.
And… y'know what…
He knew better than to reject moments of solace because they wouldn't last, or could get lost. That was war. Don't let them go to waste.
And… they were married. If they wanted… this could be their every night.
Until he left.
Shhh. No future. Just now.
A third time, he thought, Good night, Jyn. But didn't speak. Just let his breath continue to deepen and slow, and his muscles to relax around her.