It was almost too much to bear, the continuous circle of Cassian's careful hands, touching her and guiding her and exploring her as she offered herself for him to do so, every press of his lips to her skin as he tasted and teased her and it felt like she would never be able to catch her breath properly again.
But she followed where he led, unconsciously shivering as he drew her deeper into a desire she had never known before.
Cassian paused when he reached her sleep pants, and Jyn raised her head enough to be able to meet his dark eyes. No words passed her suddenly dry lips, but there was no hesitation at all when she raised her hips in a silent acknowledgment that yes, she wanted him to keep going, that she was so ready for whatever was to happen next, that she wanted him as much as he wanted her in return.
Attentively, almost reverently, he slipped his fingers under the fabric, against her skin, and stripped the pants gently away. He kissed her legs as he bared them, all the way down to her ankles. Before working his way back up, his arms creating a cradle for her—his biceps bracing her thighs—and, with one more quick look at her face, settling himself into the valley between her legs and giving her a first light, careful, entirely different sort of kiss.
That answer was probably clearer than anything she could have offered audibly.
Besides, as she watched the way that Cassian finished disrobing her - so careful and methodical, shivering and sighing as he pressed kisses down the length of her legs and then back up again, her vision hazy at the edges as he held her steady and kissed her in a way that she had only ever read about and heard whispered stories about before.
Her breath caught in her throat. Her inner thigh began to quiver, just a touch. Her fingers clutched at the sheets beneath her a little more tightly, sharply exhaling a breath and a 'yes' all at once.
Her repetitions—reaffirmations—banished his doubts so well, more quickly than could usually be hoped, it both relaxed and enflamed him all the more. He kissed her there more and more deeply, then parted his lips around her softest flesh and gave her everything he had.
This went beyond technique. He knew how to do things on technical, clinical levels that most people never had to think about, let alone achieve, and he'd had ingrained since before his first experience with an actual (nonprofessional) partner. When was the last time he'd wanted them…? When was the last time his knowledge had served actual desire—meant only a lack of impediment in sharing something, rather than being a coldhearted means to an ulterior end…?
He wanted her to feel every good thing the universe had to offer. He was, singularly, grateful he knew something about how to contribute to that. Especially in that it freed him from uncertainty and instead could just focus on her. The feel of her, the taste of her, her movements, the sounds she made, the electricity—maybe Force…??—he felt in every nerve and thought he felt flowing between them…
And as he continued, unrelenting, apparently tireless, lavishing her there, he reached out one hand until his fingers found hers.
Cassian's touch was electric and Jyn could feel her synapses as they began firing one after the other, drawing her deeper into pleasure, the ball of energy in her stomach growing larger and larger, threatening to burst and take her with it entirely the longer he used fingers and mouth against her.
But kriff, Jyn wanted it. She wanted to know what it felt to burst into stardust, to shatter into pieces all around him, because of him, and oh, to take him with her would be the greatest pleasure of all.
Jyn trembled and whimpered underneath the constant attention of his tongue, blindly linking their fingers once she felt Cassian search her out. She felt just on the verge of falling apart completely, but she tried to hold back, as well, wanting this moment in time to last for as long as she could have it.
Every flex and arch and tremor of her body resonated through his; encouraging, enthralling. And he also felt her restraint, and from it he felt a new, strange, sense of… mischief. He wanted to see how quickly he could coax her from it.
His hand twined with hers grasped her gently. His mouth continued its work. (One of the main lessons: know when to have variety and when it to be steadily cumulative. And sometimes both.)
His other hand slipped out from where it had lain beneath her. It began to explore her, curling over her side, thumb running gently along stomach, the underside of a breast, fingers brushing every curve, palm moulding to her, cupping the muscles of her thigh, fingers dipping deeper… running gently at last near to where his mouth made love to her, but in an entirely new place from there.
Jyn should have known that her desire to hold on would only inevitably lead to Cassian's equal desire to see her just let go. But she could hardly find reason (or breath, or a voice) to complain as it led to his touching her, exploring her all the moreso, her body trembling all the harder, her noises - gasps and moans all the more insistent.
For as much as she wanted to hold off, when she felt a tell-tale fluttering low in her belly she knew (even in the midst of her pleasure-induced fog) that she would not last long at all.
She wanted to be careful, even though they'd swept the apartment and only found the one bug, but it was impossible to keep his name from escaping her lips in a soft but urgent whisper.
He'd been so focused on her, he hadn't paid any attention to his own reactions… But the sound of his name (his real name—skies and hells, they'd better have caught all surveillance—and when in his life had that been the secondary concern—!?) in her voice, her breath, made him abruptly aware of his own knotted desire.
It was a bit of a shock to him. He was so good at ignoring himself, imagining himself away.
But of course, that was when it wasn't real. When he wasn't him. When he didn't mean it.
Now that it was, he was, he did… it made sense that how he felt would actually be…?
But it wasn't the most urgent thing. …It wasn't urgent at all. It would be amazing to address that with her—so amazing his breath stopped and he saw light behind his eyes. But it wasn't required. He could attend to himself or let it pass. If this were to be the end of things.
But this wasn't going to be the end. If she was still there with him and he had any say in it. No… first, at least once, he wanted her to come so hard she saw stars.
He braced himself to ride the waves with her. Lips and mouth and tongue, enveloping her, making her awash with wet and silk and warmth. And his fingers dipped and rubbed her gently just below. More silk and wet. And didn't press her—but stayed steady as her hips moved upon him, until one finger—its pad calloused and rough, its touch not rough at all—slipped inside.
Jyn wanted Cassian present and with her all the way. She herself was taking great pleasure in the pleasure that he was taking from her satisfaction - and she was indeed incredibly satisfied with this turn of events, how devoted he was to providing it, the undivided attention that he was showing her - !
It was overwhelming in all the very best ways. But through it all, she knew one thing at least, and that was that she wanted Cassian to find as much enjoyment in this as she did. She wanted to provide him the same thrills, the same tingles and shivers and bolts of lightning hitting his synapses.
Hard to say as such when he wasn't letting up on her one bit - steadily ratcheting her pleasure up by slow degrees with mouth and fingers and all the wonderful things he could do with them.
She wasn't expecting the motions of her body to guide one of those fingers working against her slick skin to ... find its way inside. And while she was no stranger to using her own in that way, his was longer and thicker, and the entirely new sensation had her ceasing all motion, her breath stuttering, her brows pulled together as she tried to make sense of it, tried to acclimate to the feel.
And still she shivered, even though he wasn't technically touching her, the puffs of warm breath continued to send thrills pinging every overstimulated nerve ending in her body.
She knew that she didn't need to explain, necessarily, but Jyn still wanted Cassian to know that it wasn't him ...
"Of course." He pressed another gentle kiss to her there, his thumb tracing a line outside her, while inside he remained another moment perfectly still. "I can change or stop anything, whenever you want. You can always tell me. Or, if that's hard… pull my hair or something." He gave a smile, but his eyes were still serious and sincere. "You don't have to do anything more for me to be glad to be with you, right now."
Jyn laughed - a low, rumbling noise that rolled through her entire body until she pulsed and released around his finger. But despite that, her eyes never left his, and she took every word seriously.
Although --
"Your hair's not long enough for me to pull", she teased, her voice lifting and falling. "I can barely ruffle it."
Her expression softened then, and if she could have nodded from her current position, she would have. Instead, her hand found his free one and she brushed her fingertips against it. "I don't want to stop. But if it gets ... overwhelming ... I'll tell you. I hope you know you can tell me if you don't want to continue as well."
"Oh… right…" He'd forgotten his own Imperial look. (More unprecedented things… he felt so much like himself with her, now…)
He twined his fingers with hers, and raised his head enough to kiss her fingertips. "Yes, please. I'm glad." And with a slightly more… actually… mischievous smile: "…And I know I can… and will—but I doubt it." With which, he started kissing a line back down her body. And slowly, gently—so much so—crooked the finger inside her, to start to press and run gently, to the front. The other side from where his lips and tongue again claimed their devoted place.
It did beg the question - what did Cassian look like when he wasn't conforming to regulation standards? Oh, did she want the chance to find out.
Jyn breathed out a noise somewhere between a sigh and a chuckle, her smile lifting just a little, even though she was struggling to find the words to express everything that she was feeling. This is all so unexpected, she thought, I never thought that I'd find anything like this, but I'm glad I did with you.
She would have teased him in return, but any semblance of composure - and breath - left her body in a rush as her synapses fired back into life at the continuation of kisses so soft they made her shiver, the additional motion of his finger, and that …
Well. The thigh that had been quivering suddenly quaked and she laughed breathlessly, pushing back into the pillows so hard that she was almost afraid they'd burst. So she had zero frame of reference for any of this. That didn't stop her from gasping - "You're so good. So, so good."
He was monitoring her responses carefully, for pain or discomfort or anything ambiguous. That was so unambiguous, he would have smiled if his mouth weren't otherwise engaged.
You're so good… …that could have given him pause. He was only good because he'd been trained. And he'd been trained because… What would it be like, (he'd wondered, in a moment of weakness—because he couldn't afford these thoughts; because he always had to imagine himself away) —to do this because he actually wanted to? With someone he liked?
However. In her voice, its effort and breath, her body language, and her hand still in his… all he felt was… that thrill of… passing between them… (The Force?) A bit lightheaded, not entirely convinced he wasn't dreaming; except the feel and smell and taste of her (all beautiful), and the renewed throb of his own reaction—real. This is real. …Not just awake but… real.
Because he did want to. And he did like her. He liked her so much.
(He loved…)
That did it. He wanted to make her climax more badly than he needed to, himself. If she didn't or couldn't, that was fine, he knew they were both enjoying this either way. But mother of skies, he was going to try.
He knew not to go too forceful or fast, not exert too much pressure, no jerkiness; keep it fluid and soft. But that didn't mean it couldn't intensify.
And he did that now. His every touch, hand and mouth, centered in on that one place, that one nerve cluster, from both sides, out an in; and it could no longer be called kissing because now there was no interruption, no empty space of air, no changing speeds: just heat and wet and soft tissues and epithelials and the insistent complementary rhythm of fingerpad and tongue like ocean waves and both their heartbeats thudding through that exquisite—beloved place.
Pain was the very last thing in her mind. Truth be told, most thoughts were too slippery to hold onto for very long at all. Good thing, then, that she could concentrate on Cassian instead, all the pleasure that he was giving her that she never imagined was even possible.
If she thought even for a second that she'd hurt him even inadvertently, the guilt would prove too difficult to bear. She hadn't meant that he was good because he had to be. She had only meant to say in her own clumsy way that this was better than she had ever imagined it would be because it was happening with him. Somehow, Jyn knew that she never would have felt the same about anyone else, and if she'd been married to anyone else, just another cog in the Empire's machine, this would've felt like just another perfunctory task expected of her since she was old enough to comply.
But this - ? This wasn't duty, this was love.
And then Cassian intensified … everything … and Jyn entered another plane of sensation entirely, her body shuddering from head to foot and back again as she was inundated with bolts of excited electricity pinging up and down the length of her spine.
Too much, too much, too much … and she couldn't hold off the inevitable forever. Vaguely, Jyn recognized that she was making noises, but for the life of her, she did not recognize her own voice, so wrecked with need as she moaned her appreciation and enjoyment.
Stars, she was going to lose control, she was barely holding on as it was.
"I - I want … oh - ! P - please, please … "
She was probably babbling, but hopefully he knew the message she was desperately attempting to get across.
He loved her moans. Which might be told by his hand squeezing hers with each and every one.
He shifted himself a little—not interrupting mouth or fingers at all—so he could put his bicep against the muscle of her thigh; and pressed in, slowly, altering the angle, raising her just so…
And then she spoke words, that made him jolt a little against the mattress with his own hard knotted desire. But didn't stop anything he was doing, within (slipping another finger beside the first) or (loving her) without; not even to speak or smile. Keep it… build to… yes…
But he pressed his palm to hers and squeezed her hand firmly, tightly; holding close there so elsewhere she might let go.
Jyn found no reason to protest as Cassian shifted positions and helped her do the same, and all without disrupting the actions that were bound to bring her over the edge sooner rather than later.
In fact, when she found her hips lifted just so and then added another finger next to the first, her vision went blank momentarily, her grip of his hand just as firm, just as anchoring.
Her breath caught in her throat, but she asked for no time to acclimate, just took in the sensation of feeling more full than she ever had before, the addition making each thrust all the more powerful. Again, again, again, until she just couldn't take it anymore.
Her vision burst into bright, blinding color as waves of pure sensation began breaking over her, and she couldn't be sure whether or not she called out for Cassian, but somehow still hoped that her moans - her sighs and whimpers and other noises were all for him, all because of him, and how unbelievably happy she was in the moment.
He gathered embraced drank in her release, pulling it into himself, the energy (FORCE?) exploding around them, what radiated from her in waves, all the vibrations, all the light, everything… he felt blinded and spent and wondered at having never experienced anything like this before.
Slowly, gently, he drew his fingers away, kissing her where they left… slowly, carefully, he pushed himself up, to the side, around her leg; then up, and forward, to her side. Until his face was at a level with hers, and he braced himself softly beside her, brushing the lightest touch of one finger across one cheek.
"Thank you," he murmured, face blushed and glowing as much as hers.
It felt like a lifetime had passed before Jyn was able to come back to herself in bits and pieces at a time - gaining control of trembling limbs, being able to blink open her eyes, to focus on the tiny aftershocks as they pinged random nerve endings in turn, to welcome Cassian close to her side, every bit of her expression warm and fond and in awe of what she'd just experienced.
At least until he thanked her - and for a moment, she looked puzzled. "What did I do?"
Jyn Erso had never really been great at following directions. In the moment, she had never felt more grateful for that fact. Her smile softened and she leaned in close to offer the most gentlest of kisses.
"I do trust you", she murmured, words muffled against his mouth. "I love you."
He closed his eyes and kissed her, back; voice gone but lips forming the words too: I love you.
His weight still on one arm beside her; he turned just enough to drape his other arm over her chest, and let his head fall to the pillow beside hers, touching her cheek with his profile. Just enough of their chests pressed together for each to feel the other's heart.
(Another pulse still beat lower down, but he didn't seem intent to do anything about it.)
Cassian didn't need to say anything for Jyn to feel it.
She felt it as he mouthed it against her lips. She felt it in the way he curled his arms around her and laid close, found a way to maintain contact in the sweetest of ways, felt it in the way his heart beat in rhythm with her own.
So many things she wanted to ask, her mind too jumbled to pick any one question out. Do you want me to and should I reciprocate and did you like that and can we do that again and do you want more I think I'm ready ...
But she settled with gently stroking a thumb against his arm where it laid across her chest - not holding her down, just keeping her close as possible.
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Date: 2019-09-28 09:47 am (UTC)But she followed where he led, unconsciously shivering as he drew her deeper into a desire she had never known before.
Cassian paused when he reached her sleep pants, and Jyn raised her head enough to be able to meet his dark eyes. No words passed her suddenly dry lips, but there was no hesitation at all when she raised her hips in a silent acknowledgment that yes, she wanted him to keep going, that she was so ready for whatever was to happen next, that she wanted him as much as he wanted her in return.
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Date: 2019-10-03 10:17 am (UTC)Attentively, almost reverently, he slipped his fingers under the fabric, against her skin, and stripped the pants gently away. He kissed her legs as he bared them, all the way down to her ankles. Before working his way back up, his arms creating a cradle for her—his biceps bracing her thighs—and, with one more quick look at her face, settling himself into the valley between her legs and giving her a first light, careful, entirely different sort of kiss.
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Date: 2019-10-04 06:33 am (UTC)Besides, as she watched the way that Cassian finished disrobing her - so careful and methodical, shivering and sighing as he pressed kisses down the length of her legs and then back up again, her vision hazy at the edges as he held her steady and kissed her in a way that she had only ever read about and heard whispered stories about before.
Her breath caught in her throat. Her inner thigh began to quiver, just a touch. Her fingers clutched at the sheets beneath her a little more tightly, sharply exhaling a breath and a 'yes' all at once.
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Date: 2019-10-07 05:33 am (UTC)This went beyond technique. He knew how to do things on technical, clinical levels that most people never had to think about, let alone achieve, and he'd had ingrained since before his first experience with an actual (nonprofessional) partner. When was the last time he'd wanted them…? When was the last time his knowledge had served actual desire—meant only a lack of impediment in sharing something, rather than being a coldhearted means to an ulterior end…?
He wanted her to feel every good thing the universe had to offer. He was, singularly, grateful he knew something about how to contribute to that. Especially in that it freed him from uncertainty and instead could just focus on her. The feel of her, the taste of her, her movements, the sounds she made, the electricity—maybe Force…??—he felt in every nerve and thought he felt flowing between them…
And as he continued, unrelenting, apparently tireless, lavishing her there, he reached out one hand until his fingers found hers.
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Date: 2019-10-09 08:14 am (UTC)But kriff, Jyn wanted it. She wanted to know what it felt to burst into stardust, to shatter into pieces all around him, because of him, and oh, to take him with her would be the greatest pleasure of all.
Jyn trembled and whimpered underneath the constant attention of his tongue, blindly linking their fingers once she felt Cassian search her out. She felt just on the verge of falling apart completely, but she tried to hold back, as well, wanting this moment in time to last for as long as she could have it.
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Date: 2019-10-10 05:00 am (UTC)His hand twined with hers grasped her gently. His mouth continued its work. (One of the main lessons: know when to have variety and when it to be steadily cumulative. And sometimes both.)
His other hand slipped out from where it had lain beneath her. It began to explore her, curling over her side, thumb running gently along stomach, the underside of a breast, fingers brushing every curve, palm moulding to her, cupping the muscles of her thigh, fingers dipping deeper… running gently at last near to where his mouth made love to her, but in an entirely new place from there.
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Date: 2019-10-22 12:43 pm (UTC)For as much as she wanted to hold off, when she felt a tell-tale fluttering low in her belly she knew (even in the midst of her pleasure-induced fog) that she would not last long at all.
She wanted to be careful, even though they'd swept the apartment and only found the one bug, but it was impossible to keep his name from escaping her lips in a soft but urgent whisper.
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Date: 2019-11-01 10:31 am (UTC)He'd been so focused on her, he hadn't paid any attention to his own reactions… But the sound of his name (his real name—skies and hells, they'd better have caught all surveillance—and when in his life had that been the secondary concern—!?) in her voice, her breath, made him abruptly aware of his own knotted desire.
It was a bit of a shock to him. He was so good at ignoring himself, imagining himself away.
But of course, that was when it wasn't real. When he wasn't him. When he didn't mean it.
Now that it was, he was, he did… it made sense that how he felt would actually be…?
But it wasn't the most urgent thing. …It wasn't urgent at all. It would be amazing to address that with her—so amazing his breath stopped and he saw light behind his eyes. But it wasn't required. He could attend to himself or let it pass. If this were to be the end of things.
But this wasn't going to be the end. If she was still there with him and he had any say in it. No… first, at least once, he wanted her to come so hard she saw stars.
He braced himself to ride the waves with her. Lips and mouth and tongue, enveloping her, making her awash with wet and silk and warmth. And his fingers dipped and rubbed her gently just below. More silk and wet. And didn't press her—but stayed steady as her hips moved upon him, until one finger—its pad calloused and rough, its touch not rough at all—slipped inside.
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Date: 2019-11-04 06:47 am (UTC)It was overwhelming in all the very best ways. But through it all, she knew one thing at least, and that was that she wanted Cassian to find as much enjoyment in this as she did. She wanted to provide him the same thrills, the same tingles and shivers and bolts of lightning hitting his synapses.
Hard to say as such when he wasn't letting up on her one bit - steadily ratcheting her pleasure up by slow degrees with mouth and fingers and all the wonderful things he could do with them.
She wasn't expecting the motions of her body to guide one of those fingers working against her slick skin to ... find its way inside. And while she was no stranger to using her own in that way, his was longer and thicker, and the entirely new sensation had her ceasing all motion, her breath stuttering, her brows pulled together as she tried to make sense of it, tried to acclimate to the feel.
"Oh - "
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Date: 2019-11-09 09:25 am (UTC)"Okay?" he whispered, lips still near, brushing lightly, where they'd been so devoted; her sweetest nerves.
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Date: 2019-11-10 03:12 am (UTC)She knew that she didn't need to explain, necessarily, but Jyn still wanted Cassian to know that it wasn't him ...
"It's -- new. Just ... go slow. Please."
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Date: 2019-11-25 03:38 am (UTC)Although --
"Your hair's not long enough for me to pull", she teased, her voice lifting and falling. "I can barely ruffle it."
Her expression softened then, and if she could have nodded from her current position, she would have. Instead, her hand found his free one and she brushed her fingertips against it. "I don't want to stop. But if it gets ... overwhelming ... I'll tell you. I hope you know you can tell me if you don't want to continue as well."
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Date: 2019-11-25 04:14 am (UTC)He twined his fingers with hers, and raised his head enough to kiss her fingertips. "Yes, please. I'm glad." And with a slightly more… actually… mischievous smile: "…And I know I can… and will—but I doubt it." With which, he started kissing a line back down her body. And slowly, gently—so much so—crooked the finger inside her, to start to press and run gently, to the front. The other side from where his lips and tongue again claimed their devoted place.
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Date: 2019-11-25 04:38 pm (UTC)Jyn breathed out a noise somewhere between a sigh and a chuckle, her smile lifting just a little, even though she was struggling to find the words to express everything that she was feeling. This is all so unexpected, she thought, I never thought that I'd find anything like this, but I'm glad I did with you.
She would have teased him in return, but any semblance of composure - and breath - left her body in a rush as her synapses fired back into life at the continuation of kisses so soft they made her shiver, the additional motion of his finger, and that …
Well. The thigh that had been quivering suddenly quaked and she laughed breathlessly, pushing back into the pillows so hard that she was almost afraid they'd burst. So she had zero frame of reference for any of this. That didn't stop her from gasping - "You're so good. So, so good."
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Date: 2019-11-26 04:36 am (UTC)You're so good… …that could have given him pause. He was only good because he'd been trained. And he'd been trained because…
What would it be like, (he'd wondered, in a moment of weakness—because he couldn't afford these thoughts; because he always had to imagine himself away) —to do this because he actually wanted to? With someone he liked?
However. In her voice, its effort and breath, her body language, and her hand still in his… all he felt was… that thrill of… passing between them… (The Force?) A bit lightheaded, not entirely convinced he wasn't dreaming; except the feel and smell and taste of her (all beautiful), and the renewed throb of his own reaction—real. This is real. …Not just awake but… real.
Because he did want to. And he did like her. He liked her so much.
(He loved…)
That did it. He wanted to make her climax more badly than he needed to, himself. If she didn't or couldn't, that was fine, he knew they were both enjoying this either way. But mother of skies, he was going to try.
He knew not to go too forceful or fast, not exert too much pressure, no jerkiness; keep it fluid and soft. But that didn't mean it couldn't intensify.
And he did that now. His every touch, hand and mouth, centered in on that one place, that one nerve cluster, from both sides, out an in; and it could no longer be called kissing because now there was no interruption, no empty space of air, no changing speeds: just heat and wet and soft tissues and epithelials and the insistent complementary rhythm of fingerpad and tongue like ocean waves and both their heartbeats thudding through that exquisite—beloved place.
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Date: 2019-11-28 05:03 pm (UTC)If she thought even for a second that she'd hurt him even inadvertently, the guilt would prove too difficult to bear. She hadn't meant that he was good because he had to be. She had only meant to say in her own clumsy way that this was better than she had ever imagined it would be because it was happening with him. Somehow, Jyn knew that she never would have felt the same about anyone else, and if she'd been married to anyone else, just another cog in the Empire's machine, this would've felt like just another perfunctory task expected of her since she was old enough to comply.
But this - ? This wasn't duty, this was love.
And then Cassian intensified … everything … and Jyn entered another plane of sensation entirely, her body shuddering from head to foot and back again as she was inundated with bolts of excited electricity pinging up and down the length of her spine.
Too much, too much, too much … and she couldn't hold off the inevitable forever. Vaguely, Jyn recognized that she was making noises, but for the life of her, she did not recognize her own voice, so wrecked with need as she moaned her appreciation and enjoyment.
Stars, she was going to lose control, she was barely holding on as it was.
"I - I want … oh - ! P - please, please … "
She was probably babbling, but hopefully he knew the message she was desperately attempting to get across.
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Date: 2019-11-30 04:33 am (UTC)He shifted himself a little—not interrupting mouth or fingers at all—so he could put his bicep against the muscle of her thigh; and pressed in, slowly, altering the angle, raising her just so…
And then she spoke words, that made him jolt a little against the mattress with his own hard knotted desire. But didn't stop anything he was doing, within (slipping another finger beside the first) or (loving her) without; not even to speak or smile. Keep it… build to… yes…
But he pressed his palm to hers and squeezed her hand firmly, tightly; holding close there so elsewhere she might let go.
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Date: 2019-12-10 07:42 am (UTC)In fact, when she found her hips lifted just so and then added another finger next to the first, her vision went blank momentarily, her grip of his hand just as firm, just as anchoring.
Her breath caught in her throat, but she asked for no time to acclimate, just took in the sensation of feeling more full than she ever had before, the addition making each thrust all the more powerful. Again, again, again, until she just couldn't take it anymore.
Her vision burst into bright, blinding color as waves of pure sensation began breaking over her, and she couldn't be sure whether or not she called out for Cassian, but somehow still hoped that her moans - her sighs and whimpers and other noises were all for him, all because of him, and how unbelievably happy she was in the moment.
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Date: 2019-12-10 08:34 am (UTC)Slowly, gently, he drew his fingers away, kissing her where they left… slowly, carefully, he pushed himself up, to the side, around her leg; then up, and forward, to her side. Until his face was at a level with hers, and he braced himself softly beside her, brushing the lightest touch of one finger across one cheek.
"Thank you," he murmured, face blushed and glowing as much as hers.
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Date: 2019-12-11 08:46 pm (UTC)At least until he thanked her - and for a moment, she looked puzzled. "What did I do?"
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Date: 2019-12-12 06:05 am (UTC)Quietly, Cassian Andor said, "You trusted me."
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Date: 2019-12-12 07:48 am (UTC)"I do trust you", she murmured, words muffled against his mouth. "I love you."
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Date: 2019-12-14 10:35 am (UTC)His weight still on one arm beside her; he turned just enough to drape his other arm over her chest, and let his head fall to the pillow beside hers, touching her cheek with his profile. Just enough of their chests pressed together for each to feel the other's heart.
(Another pulse still beat lower down, but he didn't seem intent to do anything about it.)
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Date: 2019-12-26 05:02 am (UTC)She felt it as he mouthed it against her lips. She felt it in the way he curled his arms around her and laid close, found a way to maintain contact in the sweetest of ways, felt it in the way his heart beat in rhythm with her own.
So many things she wanted to ask, her mind too jumbled to pick any one question out. Do you want me to and should I reciprocate and did you like that and can we do that again and do you want more I think I'm ready ...
But she settled with gently stroking a thumb against his arm where it laid across her chest - not holding her down, just keeping her close as possible.
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