Cassian wasn't sure what he deserved. He was fairly sure it wasn't 'something good'. He may have earned himself a good death—a better one, thanks to Jyn, than he ever could have hoped for on his own. But it hadn't happened.
But he was sure that Jyn deserved some goodness. After everything that had been stolen from her and all she'd been forced into. (Not occurring to him that the same could be said of himself.) He might not categorize himself always as 'something good', but for her, he could be. And he wasn't going to deny her what she wanted.
He tightened his arms around her, feeling their heartbeats against one another in their chests, and kissed her. "I'm yours," he murmured again. "Since I met you I've been yours."
No. But they had both had such a particularly (and spectacularly) rough go of things that maybe it was about time that they could find a bright spot in the middle of it all.
Because if everything always felt so dire, then what was the point? Cassian had been the one to tell her, after all, that rebellions were built on hope. Couldn't they find hope in each other, too?
Cassian might not see the good in himself, but Jyn did. Maybe one day, if they were granted the time, he would see himself the same way that she did. He wasn't only the things that he had done, and he was deserving of some happiness. She wasn't sure that she knew how to provide, but she would learn.
She took solace in the embrace, quietly took comfort in it, and hoped that Cassian was doing the same. She returned the kiss, although there was no need to hurry it along - it was soft, and slow, and more a reassurance than anything else.
"And I'm yours. Only ever yours."
Time jump perhaps? One being woken by a nightmare? Something else?
They melted together into the kiss, then Cassian pushed the pillow to make sure it was as much under her head as his own before folding her back into his arms. He laid back his head and closed his eyes.
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Cassian wasn't sure what he deserved. He was fairly sure it wasn't 'something good'. He may have earned himself a good death—a better one, thanks to Jyn, than he ever could have hoped for on his own. But it hadn't happened.
But he was sure that Jyn deserved some goodness. After everything that had been stolen from her and all she'd been forced into. (Not occurring to him that the same could be said of himself.) He might not categorize himself always as 'something good', but for her, he could be. And he wasn't going to deny her what she wanted.
He tightened his arms around her, feeling their heartbeats against one another in their chests, and kissed her. "I'm yours," he murmured again. "Since I met you I've been yours."
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Because if everything always felt so dire, then what was the point? Cassian had been the one to tell her, after all, that rebellions were built on hope. Couldn't they find hope in each other, too?
Cassian might not see the good in himself, but Jyn did. Maybe one day, if they were granted the time, he would see himself the same way that she did. He wasn't only the things that he had done, and he was deserving of some happiness. She wasn't sure that she knew how to provide, but she would learn.
She took solace in the embrace, quietly took comfort in it, and hoped that Cassian was doing the same. She returned the kiss, although there was no need to hurry it along - it was soft, and slow, and more a reassurance than anything else.
"And I'm yours. Only ever yours."
Time jump perhaps? One being woken by a nightmare? Something else?