[It takes less than a second for Jyn's mind - however clouded and foggy it might be in her distracted state - to figure out what it is that his hand is doing. She loosens the grip on his shirt and aids him in the removal of hers, lifting her body off of the ground at the waist and then at the shoulders as the fabric is tugged off. She twists her arms around to her back to unfasten the bra next, sliding the straps down her arms and shuddering at the sudden exposure to the air.
She picks up her head and leans forward to lavish his neck, collar bone, shoulder with kisses and grazings of her teeth as she reaches her hands down to unfasten his belt and the button of his trousers, to allow him more freedom of movement. She uses her heels with care and precision to help side them further down his legs so they bunch at his ankles, mirroring her own. His shirt is next, her head falling back to the jacket under her head as she tugs up on the hem of his shirt towards his head, hands and fingers greedily, hungrily stealing any touch of him that they can manage along the way.]
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She picks up her head and leans forward to lavish his neck, collar bone, shoulder with kisses and grazings of her teeth as she reaches her hands down to unfasten his belt and the button of his trousers, to allow him more freedom of movement. She uses her heels with care and precision to help side them further down his legs so they bunch at his ankles, mirroring her own. His shirt is next, her head falling back to the jacket under her head as she tugs up on the hem of his shirt towards his head, hands and fingers greedily, hungrily stealing any touch of him that they can manage along the way.]