Cassian would find no uncertainty when he lifted his eyes to meet Jyn's. She trusted him, and she was sure of what she wanted - although she would stop if he needed her to, she would wait until he was ready to move on.

But it didn't seem necessary to voice that assurance out loud - and Jyn didn't know if she could muster enough voice to do so, anyway - as she felt his hands delve underneath her thin shirt, and she sat up just enough to allow for it to be lifted up and over her head.

Her blush extended from her cheeks, coloring part of her chest in a lightly mottled pattern, whatever words she might have had to share dissipate on the tip of her tongue as his light touches left her breathless in their wake.

"Feels good", she finally managed, hoarsely. "Your hands."