[Jyn sucks in a breath, heaving her chest up at the careful, meticulous trail Cassian's following with his hands. Feather-light touch across the vast expanse of her skin draw up its rippled, goosebumped terrain, nerves simultaneously set on fire and chilled into a state of ecstasy. She hums a quiet noise of being teased, of relishing in the attention, in the stimulation of his hand.
She cries out at his sudden propulsion, back arching itself away from the ground and towards him. Her heels dig themselves into the cold, hard metal underneath, providing opposite friction for his forward momentum. Each thrust of his hips is another spark, another inferno, another combustion of heat and electricity in her body - and she's unable to control or tamp down the sounds he's drawing out of her, as though he reached down into her lungs and pulled them out himself.
Her fingers grip the fabric at his shoulders as she hooks one leg around his thighs, allowing him to burrow deeper.]
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She cries out at his sudden propulsion, back arching itself away from the ground and towards him. Her heels dig themselves into the cold, hard metal underneath, providing opposite friction for his forward momentum. Each thrust of his hips is another spark, another inferno, another combustion of heat and electricity in her body - and she's unable to control or tamp down the sounds he's drawing out of her, as though he reached down into her lungs and pulled them out himself.
Her fingers grip the fabric at his shoulders as she hooks one leg around his thighs, allowing him to burrow deeper.]