His name in her voice went straight through him like a volt. He arched back with a moan, pushing deepest inside her, pulsing to the point of pain, digging harder than he'd meant to but couldn't hold back… He ducked again in to her, her face, her throat, wrapping his arms around her tiny Force-singing frame; pressing them together, her heart to his heart, their breaths fighting together… feeling every silkenslick fiber of her around him, sheathing and rubbing and pulling him, and Force he hoped he was giving her back anything of what she was giving to him then… and… there and… oh pfassk…

His hand caressed up her shoulders, the back of her neck, to twine his fingers under her hair, cradling the back of her head, supporting her from behind as he kissed her in front; and lower, similarly, his hand moved down her spine, to the small of her back, and lower still, caressing and cupping below as he worked in her above… equal and opposite propulsion, making her the fulcrum of labor… and it swept through him, again, the breathless incredulity that this was happening, it was them, together… his stomach muscles contracted, digging him in deep, and he groaned against her skin, panting for breath, every point of contact between them electric and (he hoped) loving.

Yes… Jyn… "Go on," he gasped, hardly knowing he'd spoken, before his lips found hers.