He rolled to his (…ha) side of the bed. Didn't try to get under the covers with her. But turned to face her, and, barely breathing, put his arm out along the pillowline. Where, with very little travel, she could choose to put it under her body or neck; to move into his embrace.
Jyn carefully considered her options. Cassian had asked if they could rest, but it was pretty obvious that neither had gotten much of it the one night they had spent apart. So it wasn't going to help matters much if there was still this distance between them, even if it was self-imposed.
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Besides that, every inch of her craved the contact they had been missing. So, another breath, and wide uncertain eyes and she slid forward a little, and then a little more, and a little more after that as she took steps toward shortening that distance.
He lay still and silent, letting her be the one to choose. As with the rest of all this: he didn't know if that was him respecting her or burdening her; being penitent or abdicating his fair share.
His ceiling-side arm had lain, still, patient if awkward, over his own side. As she moved ever closer to his mattress-side arm, the ceiling-side moved; and his ceiling-facing hand, so lightly, tentative, found and traced a nonsense glyph on her wrist.
Not because she didn't want or enjoy the gentle touch, but because he wasn't moving otherwise, and Jyn was suddenly unsure of whether or not he even wanted her closer to begin with.
Maybe she was taking advantage now, and despite whatever circumstances surrounded them right now, Jyn did not want that.
"... Is this alright? Do you want me closer or no?"
"Jyn." It was either her name, an outrush of breath, or something like a sob. Whatever it was, he was tired of words. Insufficient, misleading, terrible words.
His hand slipped under her, coming to rest in the small of her back. The arm attached curved around her, and so doing pulled their bodies flush together. His other arm folded over and around her, closing any last distance between them. His chest to hers so he couldn't tell whose heart that was, thudding away. His hand gently cupped her face. Before he could quite think otherwise, he'd leaned in to kiss her.
(…Her forehead. Not her mouth. He couldn't. Couldn't bear the idea of certain intimacies with her done under false pretense. He wanted them too badly—but only if they were real. If that could never happen, at least it wouldn't be eclipsed by doing them while lying. The idea, at least, could remain unstained.)
She just couldn't stand the thought that she was doing something that was unwanted - some stupid, strictly performative gesture that was ... empty and meant nothing at all.
And then, before she knew it, she was being gathered back into his arms and sighed heavily as she found them chest to chest, and she carefully curled her arm around his middle, fingertips gently tracing a random pattern where they rested.
There was no time to say anything, and she wasn't even sure what would escape her lips if she tried. She felt the press of fingertips to cheek, lips to forehead, and all she could do in return was shut her eyes tight and try to reign in the tears that quickly formed.
She hoped with everything that she was that this wasn't a goodbye - but a large part of her felt like it could be.
She held him, back. He could feel it. He closed his eyes, unable to cry, but as close as he'd come since Jenoport. He kept his face in her hair. Even as he hugged her closer in his chest.
He couldn't say it as Sward. That would be manipulation. Another lie.
Okay. Then. Not as Sward. (Who, let's face it, already had coloring and an accent that labeled him as an unusual one to rise through Imperial ranks, no matter what he did. And he'd lapsed once already. So, what the hell.)
He whispered into her hair, "Nunca he amado a nadie, como te quiero. Ojalá nos hubiéramos conocido de otra manera. Por favor. Perdóname."
She didn't want to have to let go. Unfortunately, Jyn didn't see any other outcome. Unless ... she found a way to hint that she knew he wasn't who he said he was - that Krennic's suspicions were correct and that she was a sympathizer.
...
That she might want to defect if there was a real chance of making an escape.
But she didn't. She inhaled sharply and buried her face against his chest a little more, and wished that this moment in time could last forever. She didn't know what he said, couldn't recognize the language, but if she was sure about anything, it was that it was important.
Jyn didn't ask for an explanation. "I'm sorry", she breathed, words muffled by fabric too close to her mouth. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"No. Jyn. No. You are the only person in this who has nothing to apologize for."
He pressed her close, kissed her hair, let her feel the thudding of his heart, maybe even some trembling.
Just rest had been what he asked, and what he knew she had given… but giving in to what he wanted to say was proving superior, so far, to trying to play the game, even in the name of kindness or respect.
He said quietly, "Is it okay if this is it? We may… never go farther… go closer, than this? Is that… something you'd be okay to live with?" (For however long?)
But she did. For eavesdropping. For willfully keeping that fact from him and for purely selfish reasons ... because she couldn't yet give this up, or let him go, even though she now knew that was most likely best for the both of them.
Jyn knew what was expected of them as a married couple - but knowing he wasn't who he said he was, was that marriage even valid at this point? She wasn't going to force him to do anything he couldn't stomach doing just for the sake of keeping up appearances.
How cruel would she be to do that? She ached for him, every bit of her, but she could not be complicit in hurting him even worse than he already seemed to be.
"... I'll take you however I can have you. Nobody else needs to know what we do in the privacy of our own home."
Don't tell me that, she thought, suddenly breathing harshly, like she was about to lose all sense of self-control, like she could no longer hold back the tears prickling the insides of her eyelids. It'll just make things harder when it ends, when you leave, when I'm all alone again.
It was only when he pulled away that she opened her eyes, unable to school her expression before giving him a good look at all the emotions she was feeling - the conflict, the guilt and sadness, the understanding and regret.
The love.
"You're going to leave me", he replied, and it was a statement, not a question, and there was no blame or anger in her voice, just a heartbroken acceptance. "But I'll be alright - "
A lie.
"And ... I hope you'll remember that I love you, too."
There were so many questions she wasn't asking him; only fair for him not to ask this one of her. In any case. There were any number of reasons, including what he'd just said. And he couldn't argue against it. Not now.
His hand slipped from her face to the nape of her neck, under her hair. By that, he gently pulled her in to him again; tucked her head under his chin, against his heartbeat, and folded her so tightly in his arms as if that could shield them both from whatever was to come.
How on Hoth could the next day still have such innocuous, mundane fillings? Breakfast. Duties. Errands. One such had them meeting each other again out in the city, in one of the further-flung areas.
There, the day belatedly caught up to the previous day's prep for intensity. Jyn and Cassian found themselves being backed into a blind alley by a cordon of Coruscanti underworlders.
The fight didn't last long. The six underworlders were severely outmatched by their two targets. Once, though, Cassian seemed like he could forget to fight back, himself, as he stared instead, captivated in a way he hadn't anticipated and couldn't explain, at Jyn's exquisite skills.
He pulled his attention back to where it was needed in time. Except right about the time Jyn's final assailant fell, Cassian was still fighting his remaining one and didn't appear to see a fallen other creep back to their feet and pull a knife.
Funny how the more things changed, the more they stayed the same.
What a mundane thing to do while she was still reeling from everything that hat happened over the past few days, and uncertain of what the future was going to bring.
Maybe if she weren't so preoccupied in her own thoughts, she would have noticed that she and Cassian were being trailed. But the realization of the situation came too late, and they found themselves cornered by a group who clearly had malice in mind.
What the gang didn't take into account was that for innocuous as they appeared, both Cassian and Jyn knew how to defend themselves. She was small, but the individuals who took her on soon learned that they had underestimated her. Not that she didn't take a fair share of punches, but she doled out more, and soon, wild-eyed and panting, she turned to check on Cassian, just in time to see the gleam of a knife being unsheathed.
"Cassian!, she cried, breathlessly, desperately, "Knife!"
Her warning saved him. Without looking, he changed the grapple he was already in into a spin, whipping himself and his assailant around, so the one with the knife hit their cohort instead of Cassian. That broke the cohort's hold, and Cassian hurled the one into the other, punching each unconscious where they fell.
He stood panting a moment, watching to see if anyone moved. None did.
“Weapons?” he called reflexively to Jyn (who might well already be doing it). He stooped to grab the knife from one limp hand, then checked all three of his guys for any others. He came up with two vibroblades and a blaster. He shoved them into his belt. His own blaster, he took in hand in case anyone woke up too soon.
Something else needed doing. What was it? The back of his brain had noted something that his consciousness hadn’t caught up to. He frowned but couldn’t think of it, even as he pulled out his commlink. Imperial officer reporting six would-be muggers, one in urgent need of medical attention.
He sent it to Coruscanti emergency services, not the Imperial force. For all Coruscant was an Imperial-held world, there still might be some difference. The local forces might be more sensitive to the intricacies of their city—how some criminals might be so from victimization by more powerful systems, and might be able to get help and leniency by changing sides. The Imperial military would simply punish.
It was not what Joreth Sward would do. But it was the only way Cassian would do it.
...and shit That was it.
In the moment, he’d only registered she’s talking to me.
He turned, so slowly, every muscle taut and alert. He turned to face his ‘Fellow’ Imperial. Jyn Erso. His wife.
In the heat of the moment, adrenaline rushing through her veins, Jyn didn't even notice what she had said. All she knew was that if she hadn't warned Cassian, he would have lost his life right there in front of her, and she would have been helpless to do anything about it.
But he was able to duck and move in time, and the remaining assailants were soon readily dispatched. Jyn had already collected a stun baton and blaster from the men closest to her, and she called back - "Disarmed - " as she lifted a pair of wickedly sharp blades from the last.
She stepped back and watched for any signs of consciousness as Cassian called for authorities, the pounding of her heart slowly subsiding, her body wracked with shivers as the adrenaline began to dissipate, and the realization of what they'd been through began to set in more fully.
Slowly, he turned, the expression that he focused on her wary. Jyn blinked rapidly as he asked the question, her brow furrowing in her confusion. "Your ... name? Or ... maybe I just said watch out? I - I don't remember."
Said, "Nevermind." And stood there in silence, watching the unconscious gang, guarding them, until the Coruscant task force arrived. They took statements from Jyn and Cassian as the stabbed mugger was loaded onto a stretcher, the others cuffed and shuffled into various speeders. Cassian turned over the confiscated weapons and reholstered his own.
One officer offered to give Jyn and Cassian a lift home. Unusually, Cassian didn't look at Jyn for confirmation before he accepted.
The ride was short and uneventful. The officer shook both Jyn's and Cassian's hands at their door and gave them the number they could call if they wanted updates. Then she drove away.
But Cassian didn't turn to enter the housing block door. He stood motionless, looking out at the city.
Suddenly, he spoke to her—still without looking at her. "I'm not ready to go inside. The park one street over—will you come with me?"
Jyn knew that she had made a terrible mistake. Jyn knew that Cassian knew it, too. But neither said a word more as the task force arrived and took statements, each of the men taken away in turn.
Perhaps it looked like shell-shock to the officers, and maybe part of it was, but mostly, Jyn was worried. Would this hasten an ending she already felt coming? She hardly even registered his answering for her when the officer offered a ride home, even if it felt unbearably silent the entire way there.
They disembarked, but he made no move to enter their building. He wouldn't even look at her, so Jyn was surprised when he asked about going to the park instead.
All she wanted was to take inventory of whatever injuries she had accrued during the course of the struggle, to take a long, hot shower to wash everything away, and maybe to cuddle with Argi in order to feel some semblance of normality.
He finally glanced over his shoulder and shot her a smile. It didn't reach his eyes.
The walk was also silent, but at least mercifully short.
The park was one of the larger ones in the city. It had a little river that ran through, with a bridge over it; a few gentle hills where citizens liked to bring their domestic animals for exercise; and, at the heart of some manicured flowering shrubs, a rock garden, behind a gazebo: a grove of hanging trees. Few people ever trespassed across the garden to enter the grove. But it had a reputation, being private, so secluded from all surroundings, for being a popular makeout spot for adolescents.
There were no adolescents in it now—there were hardly any people in the park at all—when Cassian led the way into the trees without a word.
Inside the grove was like being in a dim curtained room. There was no view of the outside. Sounds and light were both muted. Cassian took a moment walking around it—like he was checking the perimeter.
Then he turned to Jyn. His eyes met hers. Then scrolled down over all of her.
He stripped off his jacket; unfastened and rolled up his sleeves; opened his collar. He reached for his belt like he was going to undo it.
Instead, in an instant, his blaster was back in his hand.
And aimed straight at her.
He said, voice soft, and—like his no-longer unreadable eyes—utterly anguished: "Please take off your clothes."
Jyn didn't exactly understand Cassian's desire to visit the park - and she didn't exactly feel comfortable on the walk, either, as short as it was. He didn't say anything, and it was the silence that set already overwrought nerves all the further on edge.
She had never visited the park before, although she had always intended to. Work always took precedence over anything else, even personal time to decompress or find some relaxation, and she had always been nothing but loyal ... until realizations had been made, until she had started speaking with the wrong people.
He didn't know that, did he? It wasn't like Jyn could just ask, so she followed where he led, careful to take in their surroundings, the surprising lack of other people utilizing the park and it's amenities.
They left the main path and entered the grove of trees, and there she stood, warily watching as he checked the perimeter, and then focused on her, her unease growing as she watched the removal of his jacket, the careful and deliberate rolling up of his sleeves and undoing of his collar, the way he reached for his belt ...
Her heartbeat sped up, and not in a good way.
She was surprised into breathlessness as he aimed his blaster at her, and slowly raised her hands as if to say that she wasn't a threat - and she wasn't. She wasn't armed, and she had no intention of trying to make an escape. He'd be able to neutralize her with no problem if she so much as made a move in the wrong direction.
She swallowed hard, nodding her understanding of the command. What recourse did she have at this point in time but to comply? Slowly, so as not to elicit a premature shot going off, she removed her clothing piece by piece, dropping jacket and shirt at her feet before toeing off her boots and stepping out of her trousers.
Her heart pounding against her ribs, Jyn waited for his next order.
His eyes and blaster nozzle never left her [—solely fixed on her face]. Even as he, quite unexpectedly, knelt. He put out his empty hand, and motioned 'over here'. "Toss the clothes to me. All of them. Undergarments too."
Jyn's eyes widened then, and she almost wished that they were anywhere other than here and now, but again, she nodded her understanding, and again, she kept her movements slow and deliberate as she disrobed the rest of the way, wishing she had some way of hiding even as she tossed pieces of clothing his way, undergarments first, crouching down to pick up the rest of the pieces to do the same.
His blaster stayed aimed at her directly. His eyes also stayed on her but became more off-center; keeping her in peripheral vision, so he'd immediately catch any movement, but where he could also glance down at the clothes. He picked up carefully, one item at a time. He ran his hand through every one, shook every one out. One by one, he set them down in a pile. Then at last turned his gaze back, fully, on her.
"Come closer," he said. When she had: "Okay. Stop. Turn around. All the way. Slowly."
(But he was still kneeling. No body language whatever suggested he planned to stand. And he didn't.)
Jyn almost held her breath as she watched Cassian pick up and search every item of clothing she had removed and tossed over. She wasn't sure if he was satisfied with his search, or what he had in store for her, but as he gave her more directions, she followed them, hoping that this ordeal would soon be over.
She stepped closer, one slow footstep at a time. She stopped and turned around and felt his eyes on her as he observed it all.
Afraid to breathe or think or speak, all she could do was continue waiting, wishing he'd give her some clue as to what he was thinking, what he wanted from her.
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Besides that, every inch of her craved the contact they had been missing. So, another breath, and wide uncertain eyes and she slid forward a little, and then a little more, and a little more after that as she took steps toward shortening that distance.
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His ceiling-side arm had lain, still, patient if awkward, over his own side. As she moved ever closer to his mattress-side arm, the ceiling-side moved; and his ceiling-facing hand, so lightly, tentative, found and traced a nonsense glyph on her wrist.
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Not because she didn't want or enjoy the gentle touch, but because he wasn't moving otherwise, and Jyn was suddenly unsure of whether or not he even wanted her closer to begin with.
Maybe she was taking advantage now, and despite whatever circumstances surrounded them right now, Jyn did not want that.
"... Is this alright? Do you want me closer or no?"
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His hand slipped under her, coming to rest in the small of her back. The arm attached curved around her, and so doing pulled their bodies flush together. His other arm folded over and around her, closing any last distance between them. His chest to hers so he couldn't tell whose heart that was, thudding away. His hand gently cupped her face. Before he could quite think otherwise, he'd leaned in to kiss her.
(…Her forehead. Not her mouth. He couldn't. Couldn't bear the idea of certain intimacies with her done under false pretense. He wanted them too badly—but only if they were real. If that could never happen, at least it wouldn't be eclipsed by doing them while lying. The idea, at least, could remain unstained.)
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And then, before she knew it, she was being gathered back into his arms and sighed heavily as she found them chest to chest, and she carefully curled her arm around his middle, fingertips gently tracing a random pattern where they rested.
There was no time to say anything, and she wasn't even sure what would escape her lips if she tried. She felt the press of fingertips to cheek, lips to forehead, and all she could do in return was shut her eyes tight and try to reign in the tears that quickly formed.
She hoped with everything that she was that this wasn't a goodbye - but a large part of her felt like it could be.
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He couldn't say it as Sward. That would be manipulation. Another lie.
Okay. Then. Not as Sward. (Who, let's face it, already had coloring and an accent that labeled him as an unusual one to rise through Imperial ranks, no matter what he did. And he'd lapsed once already. So, what the hell.)
He whispered into her hair, "Nunca he amado a nadie, como te quiero. Ojalá nos hubiéramos conocido de otra manera. Por favor. Perdóname."
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That she might want to defect if there was a real chance of making an escape.
But she didn't. She inhaled sharply and buried her face against his chest a little more, and wished that this moment in time could last forever. She didn't know what he said, couldn't recognize the language, but if she was sure about anything, it was that it was important.
Jyn didn't ask for an explanation. "I'm sorry", she breathed, words muffled by fabric too close to her mouth. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
For everything.
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He pressed her close, kissed her hair, let her feel the thudding of his heart, maybe even some trembling.
Just rest had been what he asked, and what he knew she had given… but giving in to what he wanted to say was proving superior, so far, to trying to play the game, even in the name of kindness or respect.
He said quietly, "Is it okay if this is it? We may… never go farther… go closer, than this? Is that… something you'd be okay to live with?" (For however long?)
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Jyn knew what was expected of them as a married couple - but knowing he wasn't who he said he was, was that marriage even valid at this point? She wasn't going to force him to do anything he couldn't stomach doing just for the sake of keeping up appearances.
How cruel would she be to do that? She ached for him, every bit of her, but she could not be complicit in hurting him even worse than he already seemed to be.
"... I'll take you however I can have you. Nobody else needs to know what we do in the privacy of our own home."
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However I can have you. …our own home. Oh gods. Oh skies oh Force oh god.
His hand found her cheek again. Stayed there as he suddenly leaned back, craning back his neck, so he could look into her eyes.
"Whatever happens," he said softly. "However things go. It isn't your fault. You deserve so much better. And I do love you."
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It was only when he pulled away that she opened her eyes, unable to school her expression before giving him a good look at all the emotions she was feeling - the conflict, the guilt and sadness, the understanding and regret.
The love.
"You're going to leave me", he replied, and it was a statement, not a question, and there was no blame or anger in her voice, just a heartbroken acceptance. "But I'll be alright - "
A lie.
"And ... I hope you'll remember that I love you, too."
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There were so many questions she wasn't asking him; only fair for him not to ask this one of her. In any case. There were any number of reasons, including what he'd just said. And he couldn't argue against it. Not now.
His hand slipped from her face to the nape of her neck, under her hair. By that, he gently pulled her in to him again; tucked her head under his chin, against his heartbeat, and folded her so tightly in his arms as if that could shield them both from whatever was to come.
And just breathed.
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How on Hoth could the next day still have such innocuous, mundane fillings? Breakfast. Duties. Errands. One such had them meeting each other again out in the city, in one of the further-flung areas.
There, the day belatedly caught up to the previous day's prep for intensity. Jyn and Cassian found themselves being backed into a blind alley by a cordon of Coruscanti underworlders.
The fight didn't last long. The six underworlders were severely outmatched by their two targets. Once, though, Cassian seemed like he could forget to fight back, himself, as he stared instead, captivated in a way he hadn't anticipated and couldn't explain, at Jyn's exquisite skills.
He pulled his attention back to where it was needed in time. Except right about the time Jyn's final assailant fell, Cassian was still fighting his remaining one and didn't appear to see a fallen other creep back to their feet and pull a knife.
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What a mundane thing to do while she was still reeling from everything that hat happened over the past few days, and uncertain of what the future was going to bring.
Maybe if she weren't so preoccupied in her own thoughts, she would have noticed that she and Cassian were being trailed. But the realization of the situation came too late, and they found themselves cornered by a group who clearly had malice in mind.
What the gang didn't take into account was that for innocuous as they appeared, both Cassian and Jyn knew how to defend themselves. She was small, but the individuals who took her on soon learned that they had underestimated her. Not that she didn't take a fair share of punches, but she doled out more, and soon, wild-eyed and panting, she turned to check on Cassian, just in time to see the gleam of a knife being unsheathed.
"Cassian!, she cried, breathlessly, desperately, "Knife!"
EEE! Excited!
He stood panting a moment, watching to see if anyone moved. None did.
“Weapons?” he called reflexively to Jyn (who might well already be doing it). He stooped to grab the knife from one limp hand, then checked all three of his guys for any others. He came up with two vibroblades and a blaster. He shoved them into his belt. His own blaster, he took in hand in case anyone woke up too soon.
Something else needed doing. What was it? The back of his brain had noted something that his consciousness hadn’t caught up to. He frowned but couldn’t think of it, even as he pulled out his commlink. Imperial officer reporting six would-be muggers, one in urgent need of medical attention.
He sent it to Coruscanti emergency services, not the Imperial force. For all Coruscant was an Imperial-held world, there still might be some difference. The local forces might be more sensitive to the intricacies of their city—how some criminals might be so from victimization by more powerful systems, and might be able to get help and leniency by changing sides. The Imperial military would simply punish.
It was not what Joreth Sward would do. But it was the only way Cassian would do it.
...and shit
That was it.
In the moment, he’d only registered she’s talking to me.
He turned, so slowly, every muscle taut and alert. He turned to face his ‘Fellow’ Imperial. Jyn Erso. His wife.
“What did you call me?”
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But he was able to duck and move in time, and the remaining assailants were soon readily dispatched. Jyn had already collected a stun baton and blaster from the men closest to her, and she called back - "Disarmed - " as she lifted a pair of wickedly sharp blades from the last.
She stepped back and watched for any signs of consciousness as Cassian called for authorities, the pounding of her heart slowly subsiding, her body wracked with shivers as the adrenaline began to dissipate, and the realization of what they'd been through began to set in more fully.
Slowly, he turned, the expression that he focused on her wary. Jyn blinked rapidly as he asked the question, her brow furrowing in her confusion. "Your ... name? Or ... maybe I just said watch out? I - I don't remember."
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He closed it again.
Said, "Nevermind." And stood there in silence, watching the unconscious gang, guarding them, until the Coruscant task force arrived. They took statements from Jyn and Cassian as the stabbed mugger was loaded onto a stretcher, the others cuffed and shuffled into various speeders. Cassian turned over the confiscated weapons and reholstered his own.
One officer offered to give Jyn and Cassian a lift home. Unusually, Cassian didn't look at Jyn for confirmation before he accepted.
The ride was short and uneventful. The officer shook both Jyn's and Cassian's hands at their door and gave them the number they could call if they wanted updates. Then she drove away.
But Cassian didn't turn to enter the housing block door. He stood motionless, looking out at the city.
Suddenly, he spoke to her—still without looking at her. "I'm not ready to go inside. The park one street over—will you come with me?"
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Perhaps it looked like shell-shock to the officers, and maybe part of it was, but mostly, Jyn was worried. Would this hasten an ending she already felt coming? She hardly even registered his answering for her when the officer offered a ride home, even if it felt unbearably silent the entire way there.
They disembarked, but he made no move to enter their building. He wouldn't even look at her, so Jyn was surprised when he asked about going to the park instead.
All she wanted was to take inventory of whatever injuries she had accrued during the course of the struggle, to take a long, hot shower to wash everything away, and maybe to cuddle with Argi in order to feel some semblance of normality.
"... Yeah. Alright."
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The walk was also silent, but at least mercifully short.
The park was one of the larger ones in the city. It had a little river that ran through, with a bridge over it; a few gentle hills where citizens liked to bring their domestic animals for exercise; and, at the heart of some manicured flowering shrubs, a rock garden, behind a gazebo: a grove of hanging trees. Few people ever trespassed across the garden to enter the grove. But it had a reputation, being private, so secluded from all surroundings, for being a popular makeout spot for adolescents.
There were no adolescents in it now—there were hardly any people in the park at all—when Cassian led the way into the trees without a word.
Inside the grove was like being in a dim curtained room. There was no view of the outside. Sounds and light were both muted. Cassian took a moment walking around it—like he was checking the perimeter.
Then he turned to Jyn. His eyes met hers. Then scrolled down over all of her.
He stripped off his jacket; unfastened and rolled up his sleeves; opened his collar. He reached for his belt like he was going to undo it.
Instead, in an instant, his blaster was back in his hand.
And aimed straight at her.
He said, voice soft, and—like his no-longer unreadable eyes—utterly anguished: "Please take off your clothes."
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She had never visited the park before, although she had always intended to. Work always took precedence over anything else, even personal time to decompress or find some relaxation, and she had always been nothing but loyal ... until realizations had been made, until she had started speaking with the wrong people.
He didn't know that, did he? It wasn't like Jyn could just ask, so she followed where he led, careful to take in their surroundings, the surprising lack of other people utilizing the park and it's amenities.
They left the main path and entered the grove of trees, and there she stood, warily watching as he checked the perimeter, and then focused on her, her unease growing as she watched the removal of his jacket, the careful and deliberate rolling up of his sleeves and undoing of his collar, the way he reached for his belt ...
Her heartbeat sped up, and not in a good way.
She was surprised into breathlessness as he aimed his blaster at her, and slowly raised her hands as if to say that she wasn't a threat - and she wasn't. She wasn't armed, and she had no intention of trying to make an escape. He'd be able to neutralize her with no problem if she so much as made a move in the wrong direction.
She swallowed hard, nodding her understanding of the command. What recourse did she have at this point in time but to comply? Slowly, so as not to elicit a premature shot going off, she removed her clothing piece by piece, dropping jacket and shirt at her feet before toeing off her boots and stepping out of her trousers.
Her heart pounding against her ribs, Jyn waited for his next order.
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She felt ... humiliated, but moreso ... scared.
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"Come closer," he said. When she had: "Okay. Stop. Turn around. All the way. Slowly."
(But he was still kneeling. No body language whatever suggested he planned to stand. And he didn't.)
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She stepped closer, one slow footstep at a time. She stopped and turned around and felt his eyes on her as he observed it all.
Afraid to breathe or think or speak, all she could do was continue waiting, wishing he'd give her some clue as to what he was thinking, what he wanted from her.
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LMK if I should break this into multiple tags!! Wanna leave room for Jyn to react, but overeager…
Haha, no worries, it's more than fine :0D
Yay! Thank you; you indulge me so nicely >^•^<
And happily so!
/feels and sends much love ^_^ ^_^ ^_^
<3 <3 <3
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