candor1 | Open RP Post

"Deal," he murmured back. One of his hands strayed up her back to comb his fingers into her hair, and he closed his eyes to appreciate the kiss and breathe in her scent.

They didn't have the luxury of staying for very long, but she was grateful that they were going to enjoy what little time they could take for themselves. She wormed her fingers underneath his shirt, gentle, careful fingertips blazing a trail up and down the length of his back.

Another reaction in his pants, which he continued to ignore in favor of moving his lips again down her throat.

Jyn didn't ignore it, though, and she attempted to subtly lift her hips, press against Cassian all the further, an acknowledgement, an acceptance, a promise that she intended to keep all at once. "Do you want me?", she breathed, even though she already knew what the answer would be.

His palm moved down her spine to its base.

"Yes," he breathed.

She may have been the first partner he'd ever had that he actually wanted.

She shivered, her fingers clutching Cassian a little tighter, holding him a little closer, her stomach twisting pleasantly to hear Cassian reply in the affirmative.

Stars, she wanted him, too, all the time, an enduring, constant ache.

"Please - ", she asked, the word tinged with others - I'm yours and always and I love you I love you I love you.

He drew back to meet her eyes—black and green—his palm framing her face.

And his other hand, with an uncustomary tremor, starting to open her clothes.

She could get lost in those eyes - all the emotions she could see within, all the emotions he was allowing her access to, the honesty that he shared with her.

Her hands stilled where they rested, and she attempted to hold Cassian steady. He did the same for her, after all, she could do it for him.

He kissed her skin as he bared it, without moving his body too far from hers. He only sat back at last to pull off his own shirt—baring scars he'd gotten while he was still growing all the way up to the shine of Krennic shooting him in the chest.

Jyn didn't look away - didn't avert her eyes even as she reached out to carefully touch Cassian's newly bared skin. How she wanted the opportunity to worship every inch of him like he did her, to take her time and commit every single inch of him to memory.

He left the space between them for her hand, while one of his hands returned to—and his eyes never left—her face.

She threaded their fingers together and held on tightly, her eyes firmly on his, wanting Cassian to see and be sure of just how much she wanted him in return. "How do you want me?", she asked, her voice barely a breath. "All you have to do is say the word."

He didn't know if he had a word.

…Finally, all he could think to say, in a voice as ghosted as hers: "All the way."

"Yes", she answered just as quietly, lifting a hand to rest fingertips against his jaw, intent upon drawing him all the closer still. "All the way."

He turned his face into her touch, kissing her fingers, before leaning forward to meet her lips again.

And, with intense attentiveness in case she gave any sign of changing her mind, began to pull down her pants.

Nobody else got to see Cassian like Jyn did, so soft and giving, affectionate and sweet, and as she returned the kiss, her heart thumped all the harder against her ribs.

No, she didn't want to stop. And she tried her best to keep still, breathing shallowly as he worked.

No; no one.

But then no one had ever understood him, or been as equally matched to him, before, either, as Jyn Erso.

He got her pants off and set them aside, kissing his way back up her bare ankle and shin, before coming back over her entirely, and taking her hand and putting it on his own belt.

"Still yes?"

In much the same way, no one had ever seen Jyn so vulnerable before, either, and no one else ever would.

Just Cassian. Just her partner in all things, all ways.

She hummed her enjoyment as he pressed kisses along her lower leg, nodding her acceptance and agreement as she lightly tugged at his belt, meeting his eyes once again.

"Yes. You?"

"Yes." He one-handedly helped her off with his pants, while his other arm kept him braced above her, kissing her cheek, her hair, her eyes. "Force, yes."

Jyn was trying to be patient, really, but in this early morning, she knew there wasn't the time for all the things she wanted to do. Call this a prelude for later, another time, when they could afford to spend more time lavishing attention on each other.

"Come on, love", she murmured, hands on hips urging him to come closer, always closer, no such thing as too close when it came to Cassian. "Want you so bad."

Always.

That rendered him incoherent; just a groan in answer. And he kicked off his pants the rest of the way, put himself over her, took himself in hand and, his eyes never leaving her, pressed himself where she invited. But left the last degree of joining to her.

Still, the groan was more than enough to take her breath away, to lead the ache between her thighs to become a throb, and by the time he had settled above her and she parted her thighs a little wider to allow him entrance, her flush extended from cheeks to chest, her eyes hazy as she gasped sharply, watching Cassian as intently as she could manage as she set hands at his hips once more, carefully urging him the rest of the way forward.

Always, always, he followed where she led. He slid inside her… and all breath left him, and there was nothing but their pounding hearts and other pulse, pressed together, joined. And his eyes roamed hers as he stayed for a moment perfectly still.

Then began to move.

Jyn uttered a breathless gasp, her fingers inadvertently clutching at Cassian all the more firmly. He always too her breath away as he filled her and she marveled at how well they fit. She knew that she would never get enough of this, of him, of the way he made her feel.

He moved, she did, too, wanting to meet and match the motions of his body, create a perfect rhythm.

His hand slipped from between them to curve around her ribs, her breast, her back; palms and lips attentive on her as if monitoring her reactions as much as wanting to create some. Any signal of pain or protest and he would stop what he was doing at once. And on the other side: anything she seemed to particularly like, he would expand upon.

He was too focused on her to even notice: that for once, he didn't have to imagine himself away.

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