[She murmurs a confirmation tone at his explanation; she recalls the memories he shared with her with vivid clarity. Her lips part to offer some sort of response when his hands lift to cup her face so delicately, she felt fragile enough to break.
Never in her life had anyone touched or treated her with such tenderness, such care, such consideration. Even when her Papa had brushed the hair away from her eyes and kissed her forehead, or when her Mama plaited her long strands of hair into two braids that slapped against her back as she ran, there'd been some semblance of roughness to it. Sometimes out of being rushed and hurried - like Mama needing to get her day started but needing to tend to Jyn's hair first - or out of exhaustion - like when Papa would sit at the side of her bed after a long day's work to tell her goodnight.
But the way Cassian's fingers practically vibrate and tremble against her skin makes her feel an incredible surge of love and humility. And, for perhaps the first time in her life, she feels like the young girl she could/should/would have been, had everything turned out differently.
A quiet noise rumbles in her throat as he kisses her - a choked sob or an exhaled laugh that never quite escapes. Her hands find his waist, rest there gently, returning the reverence he's showing her with her own. Chews on her lower lip as he speaks.]
I know. I know. Should, shouldn't, should. There are so many of them. [Her fingers tighten around the bones of his hips.] But we can make up for it now. We can have that now. We have a second chance to do that.
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Never in her life had anyone touched or treated her with such tenderness, such care, such consideration. Even when her Papa had brushed the hair away from her eyes and kissed her forehead, or when her Mama plaited her long strands of hair into two braids that slapped against her back as she ran, there'd been some semblance of roughness to it. Sometimes out of being rushed and hurried - like Mama needing to get her day started but needing to tend to Jyn's hair first - or out of exhaustion - like when Papa would sit at the side of her bed after a long day's work to tell her goodnight.
But the way Cassian's fingers practically vibrate and tremble against her skin makes her feel an incredible surge of love and humility. And, for perhaps the first time in her life, she feels like the young girl she could/should/would have been, had everything turned out differently.
A quiet noise rumbles in her throat as he kisses her - a choked sob or an exhaled laugh that never quite escapes. Her hands find his waist, rest there gently, returning the reverence he's showing her with her own. Chews on her lower lip as he speaks.]
I know. I know. Should, shouldn't, should. There are so many of them. [Her fingers tighten around the bones of his hips.] But we can make up for it now. We can have that now. We have a second chance to do that.