For the barest heartbeat, his arms tightened around her—just the way his hand had squeezed hers, before.
"Good," he whispered back.
On impulse—and a way to simultaneously address a real concern and perhaps lighten the mood—he murmured, "Deep dark secret number two. If you want to get free, but I've fallen asleep: my stomach's really ticklish."
Jyn closed her eyes tightly as she took a trembling breath, almost certain that she was being ridiculous - how could she possibly need something so much when this was the only time she had experienced it?
She hoped that the noise could be mistaken for a chuckle once Joreth spoke again and informed her about tentative escape plans ... not that she thought she would need to use the information. "Mm, I'll tuck that away for future reference, thank you. In the interest of being transparent, if you need to make an escape, my sides are really ticklish."
He couldn't imagine wanting to leave this embrace, and really she was letting him have the dominant position, where he wouldn't need her to do much of anything for him to get free. But the continued trust of trading vulnerabilities made his heart rise into his throat.
"I'll protect that intel with my life," he promised, sotto voce.
As his eyes drifted closed again. And he began to breathe more deeply. Feeling flooded and filled with the still-miraculous feel of her body against his; torsos, arms. Feeling—though this was, no matter how you looked at it, a compromising position: impeding his ability to react to anything outside of them, and making him so vulnerable to her—unrealistically safe.
He couldn't let himself relish this too much. Want it too much. Need it, at all.
But he already did.
And… y'know what…
He knew better than to reject moments of solace because they wouldn't last, or could get lost. That was war. Don't let them go to waste.
And… they were married. If they wanted… this could be their every night.
Until he left.
Shhh. No future. Just now.
A third time, he thought, Good night, Jyn. But didn't speak. Just let his breath continue to deepen and slow, and his muscles to relax around her.
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Date: 2019-06-16 04:57 am (UTC)For the barest heartbeat, his arms tightened around her—just the way his hand had squeezed hers, before.
"Good," he whispered back.
On impulse—and a way to simultaneously address a real concern and perhaps lighten the mood—he murmured, "Deep dark secret number two. If you want to get free, but I've fallen asleep: my stomach's really ticklish."
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Date: 2019-06-16 05:11 am (UTC)She hoped that the noise could be mistaken for a chuckle once Joreth spoke again and informed her about tentative escape plans ... not that she thought she would need to use the information. "Mm, I'll tuck that away for future reference, thank you. In the interest of being transparent, if you need to make an escape, my sides are really ticklish."
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Date: 2019-06-16 05:27 am (UTC)"I'll protect that intel with my life," he promised, sotto voce.
As his eyes drifted closed again. And he began to breathe more deeply. Feeling flooded and filled with the still-miraculous feel of her body against his; torsos, arms. Feeling—though this was, no matter how you looked at it, a compromising position: impeding his ability to react to anything outside of them, and making him so vulnerable to her—unrealistically safe.
He couldn't let himself relish this too much. Want it too much. Need it, at all.
But he already did.
And… y'know what…
He knew better than to reject moments of solace because they wouldn't last, or could get lost. That was war. Don't let them go to waste.
And… they were married. If they wanted… this could be their every night.
Until he left.
Shhh. No future. Just now.
A third time, he thought, Good night, Jyn. But didn't speak. Just let his breath continue to deepen and slow, and his muscles to relax around her.
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Date: 2019-06-17 02:56 am (UTC)