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He returned the nod with a smile, then lowered his head and began to make love to her with his mouth.

His hand slipped to the small of her back, a gentle supportive pressure.

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Jyn had an idea of what Cassian was going to do once he'd settled lower on the bunk, but nothing could have prepared her for the actual act. She gasped sharply, and then bit her bottom lip, her teeth digging in painfully as she tried and failed to keep some sense of composure.

Through it all, though, she was glad for his palm pressed warmly against her back, unobtrusive and steadying.

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His eyes flickered up to her face at the gasp, but she didn't seem to want him to stop. He kept up the gentle pressure below while he worked above, and his free hand moved, also gently, onto her stomach.

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She did not want him to stop. Jyn could feel her inner thighs as they began quaking, and while she might not have known much about sex or intimacy or anything of the sort, she was almost certain that that was a good sign.

A momentary pause, and then her shaky fingers rested atop his hand, searching out the comfort of the contact.

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He raised his eyes again at the contact; confirming it still wasn't to stop him, his eyes crinkled the way they did when he smiled; and as his eyes flickered back down, his hand drifted over for its fingers to brush the back of hers.

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On the contrary, the last thing Jyn wanted was for Cassian to stop. She had never been so overcome, never felt anything quite like the sensations he was causing.

She wasn't so far gone yet to not notice that hint of a smile in his eyes, and her heart beat a little faster in her joy. Jyn didn't have the right words, couldn't even begin to find them in her hazy brain, but somehow, she hoped he knew exactly what it was that she was feeling - exactly what it was that she felt for him.

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He certainly redoubled his efforts with relish. As his fingers threaded and intertwined with hers.

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And Jyn's toes curled over and over and over again, a sensation that she was totally unused to ... but almost wished she could experience again. She squeezed his hand and panted for breath, unable to catch it, her soft little noises growing louder by the second.

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He didn't let up, wanting to give her continuous sensation and build… but for the barest instant, he moved just far enough back to breathe, "Dámelo. Give it to me, Jyn."

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Of course he was completely dedicated to the task. Of course he was thinking of her more than he was himself. And his was a command that she wanted to follow. As she trembled underneath the ministrations of hands and mouth, she knew that it was imminent, she was going to do just that.

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His fingers ran over her back, his thumb ran over her hand, his tongue…

He thought he could be satisfied doing nothing else with the rest of his life. Just this, with Jyn.

He wondered when was the last time he'd felt himself to be home.

It wasn't this room, this city, this planet; it was her.

What's too much to need someone…? what's too much to put on another person…?

Never mind. Don't mind. Worries later. Right now, only this. Only her. And whatever he could give her, and all she might not know she was giving him, back.

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There was clearly a conversation to be had when all was said and done and they had exhausted the surplus of relief and adrenaline that had led them to this point.

He had told her welcome home and she had hoped that she had, indeed, found a place to belong.

With Cassian.

But she didn't want to distract herself from the touch of his hand, the way he used his mouth to bring her pleasure. Later. Right now, it was just this, just them. And as her breath caught in her throat and her toes curled again and she clutched the blanket tightly in one fist, she knew that there was nowhere else she would rather be.

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She was so self-contained, so centered and well-trained, maybe not realizing how she might be holding herself back…? Well, Jyn the overorphaned, the best partisan soldier, the self-sufficient and exquisitely constrained, let's see if we can make you lose that composure.

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Constant vigilance had been ingrained in her ever since she was a child - first, as a game, then, as a way of life. So it was a difficulty, to say the least, to get out of her head and let her instincts take control. But with every swipe of his tongue and every broken moan that she uttered in response, she was coming closer and closer to letting go completely.

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He kept his hand steady in hers, their fingers entwined. But his other hand might be brought to better use…

He massages a circle in the small of her back, then runs his fingers around her ribs to the front. For a moment he presses the flat of his palm to her stomach; then, all his senses alert for any signal of protest, moves his hand gently up to her breast.

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Jyn held on tightly, grateful for the sense of safety that she could take from such a gesture. And she hoped that somehow, she was offering him the exact same thing in return.

The touch of his hand as he trailed from her back to her front was not unexpected nor unwanted, and far from showing any signs of protest, her pleased little groan and the soft shivering of her body should have been clue enough of how much she enjoyed the attention.

It's when his fingers traced along the underside of her breast that she found herself inhaling sharply, the ache that had been building between her thighs suddenly a deep throbbing sensation. Yes, that was good.

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There we go… He kept his touch light, following her swells, like he was mapping her, memorizing her. Then, still so gently, replaced his fingertips with his palm, appreciative and attentive, like he was moulding her from clay.

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Still so careful with her, even in this, and Jyn relished the way that he took every inch of her in with so much dedication. How she wanted for the tables to be turned so that she could lavish attention on Cassian, too.

When was the last time that anyone had ... ?

Or maybe she didn't actually want to know ...

She settled trembling fingers atop his, and urged him to squeeze a little more firmly, his name on her lips a plea or a mantra or maybe a little of both.

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He took the cue immediately and ably. Though her saying his name like that caused him to tremble, too. Jyn… my Jyn… brave and wild and amazing Jyn…

For the first time, to his own surprise, he felt glad of his training. He'd always assumed it ruled out truly spontaneous, un-ulterior coupling, for him, forever. But now… he just found it meant less impediment between desire and reality; less of a learning curve to make it good for her. No amount of technique ever took the place of real intimacy, familiarity—but it could certainly move things along.

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Jyn hadn't anticipated feeling like fireworks were exploding all over her body, but that was exactly what happened as her nerve endings began firing one-by-one.

She couldn't focus on all the things he had done before - the who's and the where's and the why's - because he was with her now, not because he had to be, but because he wanted to be, because he had chosen to be.

Unthinking, Jyn slid her free hand down her stomach until, with practiced fingertips, she began stroking her sensitive little nub, completely focused on reaching the release that felt like it was just out of her reach.

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He made room for her hand at once, moving himself down, until he was tasting her nectared tissues, going as deep with his tongue as he could… and when he came up for air, he said, with hoarse devotion, "Tell me what you want?"

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At least Cassian didn't seem annoyed as Jyn added to the pleasure that he was so dutifully giving her. She sighed heavily, shuddering as he turned his attention elsewhere.

She felt such a mess, panting and dazed, dizzy with desire, but despite that - didn't he know already what it was that she wanted more than anything else?

"You."

In whatever ways he would share himself with her.

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His eyes positively darkened, with emotion and a hunger… and he gazed at her for a moment like he needed her light to power him…

Then, carefully, almost tentatively, moved his body up hers again, so they were face-to-face… and his obvious arousal was right there, held just back, above hers… and his hand between them bumped against hers, ready if need be to guide himself where… but he hesitated, again seeking her eyes.

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Cassian had never looked at Jyn like that before, and she couldn't deny that the heat in his eyes was exciting in a way that she hadn't felt before, that the blood in her veins wasn't positively boiling to be the recipient of it - the cause of it.

And then he shifted positions again, carefully and cautiously settling himself just above her, close, but not close enough, and she felt as though she almost couldn't breathe, couldn't speak, couldn't even act except to meet his eyes and nod almost imperceptibly, fingers shaky as she bumped his - and then reached out further, wanting to know what it felt like if she just ... for a moment ... touched him much like he had her.

She wet dry lips, her voice as shaky as her fingers as she asked - "May I?"

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He seemed a bit stunned, for a moment. Then moved his own hand aside, setting it to rest beside her head, where his fingers could run a moment through her hair, and he nodded. His voice hoarse but glad. "You can do anything."