candor1 | Open RP Post

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.

Cassian was so gentle with her, even with large, rough hands that were most likely used to being anything but. But there was no pain or protestation as she groaned into the kiss and continued moving in time with the rhythm he'd set, and there would be none with every touch, every kiss, and knowing that Cassian wasn't only doing this because she wanted it.

At least she had enough presence of mind to trail her fingertips along his sides, as well, taking in the feel of his skin underneath them, how his muscles twitched, every reaction she could pull from him, as well.

She would immediately stop if she thought for one moment that he wasn't sure, if he wasn't feeling as much pleasure as she was, if all he was doing was going through the motions.

He was quiet and undemonstrative, it could give one the wrong impression—but the look in his eyes, that never left her, was unmistakable: adoring.

And there came a limit even to his control; when he suddenly gripped her close and buried his face in her hair.

But Jyn knew the heart that laid beneath the cool exterior, she knew the capacity it had to love, because she knew that he loved her, and it didn't take huge, ostentatious displays to prove it, all it really took was that look in his eyes, the gentle touch of a hand.

She was surprised when he suddenly held her close - so close that she was almost certain they could feel each other's hearts beating, but she recovered quickly enough to clasp him just as tightly in return.

"I've got you, love", she whispered, pressing a quick kiss to his shoulder. "I've got you."

He lowered his forehead to her shoulder, trying to collect himself. When he was sure he wasn't about to lose it, wasn't about to bring this to an end, he turned his face to kiss the side of her neck; and whispered back, "I love you, Jyn."

All was quiet for a bit except for the sound of mingled breathing, and Jyn was perfectly content with that, her fingers slow and gentle as she brushed them along his shoulders, his back, hopefully keeping him grounded and with her in the moment.

Her fingers stilled when he spoke, her breath caught in her throat, but she found enough of it in order to return the sentiment, little louder than a puff of breath.

He cherished the feel of her fingers—hoping none of the scars on his back would take her out of it—and tried to communicate that by tracing answering patterns in her skin.

And, just as careful, with as much intent, began to move in her again.

The scars were a part of Cassian, and she loved him for everything that he was. Besides, she had her own fair share, and he accepted her for all that she was, too.

And then he began moving again, slowly but firmly, and she couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her parted lips.

Her moan drew an answering one out of him—she was so beautiful, and the idea that he was the reason for that reaction in her… He smoothed her hair back from her face, kissing her temple and cheek, and focusing intently on the rhythms of her body, flex and breath, to dictate his own.

Jyn took great pleasure in being able to coax such beautiful noises from Cassian, too, and she sighed heavily as he pushed her hair back, gracing her with more kisses, keeping her tethered to the moment, the emotions and sensations that were already threatening to overtake her completely.

Her questing hands finally settled at his hips - not really to guide, but to feel the expansion and contraction of his muscles as he moved, as he brought her closer and closer to her edge.

He rested his face in the curve of her neck, catching his breath; then shifted above her to bring them again face to face, so he could kiss her mouth.

Whether by her intent or not, his body followed any clues in her hands, the motions of hers… and the rhythm began to speed.

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