[Jyn's hands stop their exploration - no, it isn't that they stop, but it's that they pause to drink in the feel of him beneath her skin. Molecules vibrating against molecules, warming up their air around them with their friction and synchronized oscillations. She swears she can feel them both - united like this - trembling with the rotation of this planet on its axis, suspended in time, air, motion while the rest of it spun at mind-numbing speeds.
She isn't even entirely sure, in that moment, whether there's still a world to speak of outside of this strange metal box they've found themselves in, and for now - while their breaths and gazes mingle, while they fuse together so exquisitely - she finds she doesn't care.
The only world she wants now is the one staring back at her.
Her hands reach up to skate across the surface of his cheeks with a tenderness so soft she surprises herself. She had thought the ability to be long since destroyed, ever since Lah'mu. But here, with him - under him, around him - she rediscovers it. Her lips spread softly into a smile - softer than the one she'd shared with him as they breached the forcefield around Scarif, but just as brilliant. Just as bright. She arches her neck up to press it to his mouth, then to his cheek, his temple, the space between his brows, his forehead.
She murmurs and echoes what she'd heard him say earlier, then adds on something of her own:]
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She isn't even entirely sure, in that moment, whether there's still a world to speak of outside of this strange metal box they've found themselves in, and for now - while their breaths and gazes mingle, while they fuse together so exquisitely - she finds she doesn't care.
The only world she wants now is the one staring back at her.
Her hands reach up to skate across the surface of his cheeks with a tenderness so soft she surprises herself. She had thought the ability to be long since destroyed, ever since Lah'mu. But here, with him - under him, around him - she rediscovers it. Her lips spread softly into a smile - softer than the one she'd shared with him as they breached the forcefield around Scarif, but just as brilliant. Just as bright. She arches her neck up to press it to his mouth, then to his cheek, his temple, the space between his brows, his forehead.
She murmurs and echoes what she'd heard him say earlier, then adds on something of her own:]
My love, my life. My moon and my stars.