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[One more quick pass of his hand over his eyes. Then uses it, propping himself up on one elbow, to brush back her hair and trace her face.

Murmurs,]

I'm going to get you fired.

I want to run away with you into the woods, now.

Fired from a job I hate? Please do.

[She tilts her head to look at him and smile into his touch.]

I wouldn't argue.

[He stargazes in her eyes.

Tempted to kiss her
or put his forehead to hers to throw open and share some memory
the way to insert themselves into one another's pasts retroactively

...but he's too likely to get lost in her again, and they should really get out of this elevator.

They can get lost all they like in the woods or in their bed. They have that now.

The suppressed desire to kiss her is obvious but transposes itself into a slight smile. Not hiding his regret even slightly, he pushes himself upright. …But does press a hand to her shoulder to prevent her from doing the same just yet; casting around for a piece of clothing he doesn't strictly need. His sock just feels disrespectful. …His own underwear will do. Bending over her legs with total focus, care and precision like rewiring a nav, he gently wipes her clean of his… donation, using his tongue-wetted fingers where it's set enough to defy immediate removal.

…The activity and the reaction of her skin to his touch making him want to abandon everything again and kiss her again more. But wait, wait. There are more glorious places than elevators. If he wants to imagine a little longer than he can do literally nothing else for the rest of his life than make love to her.

He deliberately lowers his eyes to (much less lovingly) apply a quick, efficient swipe to any pooling on the deck. Just seems courteous. …As well as an ingrained aversion to leaving personal data where anyone could take it.

Knotting the cloth to only expose dry swaths, he finds the rest of his clothes. He'll decide on the way if it's not too offputting to stick the bundle in his pocket or just toss it. (Though see again re: leaving such rich data as genetic material. Whether anyone's looking to collect on him or not.)]

[She moves to get herself re-clothed, and raises a curious eyebrow at his staying touch. She props herself up on both elbows to glance down and watch his careful movements, expression soft and melted at the care he shows in cleaning her off. She hadn't even thought of it; would've simply dealt with the leaky aftermath with some discretion later on.

But he still draws out shivers and twitches out of her, even in an action as simplistic (and perhaps as primal) as the grooming he's doing, and she exhales a sigh of knowing - and picking up on - the fact that it's best if they get out of their strange metal love box, and wills herself to not react the way she wants to (very much wants to).

Once he's finished, she reaches a hand out to touch his arm lovingly, a silent thank you for being so considerate, before she gathers her trousers to her thighs and lays her shoulders back down on the ground. She elevates her hips, pulling her underwear and trousers up the rest of the way, then rests them down to fasten. She stretches for the shirt and bra they'd disposed of in their passion, moving in reverse from before to place everything back on where it had been.

Once done, she flips her legs over to kneel on them, readying herself to stand. She glances at the balled up fabric in his hand.]

Can take it home to be cleaned later, if you want. I can run back to the office to grab my pack and shove it in there.

[He can't help laughing. And possibly blushing.]

Not necessary.

[Once he's reached that stage of dress, he'll just shove it in his coat pocket.]

…for me. I can wait if you need it the pack for yourself.

[He does feel… bad? or just strange… hijacking her day… the abandon with which they can both treat…

everything. That isn't each other.

…but again. (And again and again.) Jyn is the exception to all his rules. On other matters, he gets wary when presented with what he most wants. With her, he'll just be grateful for it.

And defend the hell out of it.]

Edited 2017-06-16 11:46 (UTC)

[She makes a noise to signal she doesn't need the pack for herself. It's mostly out of habit, more than necessity; she always carries around a change of clothes, spare credits - or dollars, in this case - in case what she has on her (which is minimal to begin with) gets taken, and usually some kind of weapon. She hasn't pursued the idea of carrying around this world's version of a gun - not yet, anyway (and hopefully never) - but she did find an extendable truncheon that she keeps in the pack.

Just .. in case.

She reaches out to touch him again, this time letting her fingers skirt across the back of his hand.

Confirmation of each other's presences for them both.]

[He turned his hand over to grasp hers back, immediately.

Suddenly put his other hand to her waist and pulled them together and kissed her deeply.

No matter all the intimacy they'd just had. No matter they should get going. No matter they were going to spend the rest of the day together. One lifetime of missed, stolen, and sacrificed opportunities was enough.]

[It's strange, to think of how different she is with Cassian than with all others. A sudden constriction of muscle, the equally sudden propulsion forward towards him, it would be instant reflex and reaction to the blunt side of her palm to a throat, heel of her hand up towards the nose, elbow to the gut or groin or neck or anywhere. But with him, she melts like molten metal towards and against him, without a hint of reservation or reluctance or hesitation.

Her hands are gently on either side of his neck, thumbs lined and pressed up against the trunk of it, reaching just below his jaw. Her other fingers grip into his shoulders lightly as she pulls away to look at him, all of the love she can manage to feel and carry in her eyes.

There's so much she could say. So much she wants to say. But can't seem to wrestle her tongue into submission long enough to verbalize any of it.

She hopes he knows anyway.]

So, where to next? The woods?

[He thinks he knows.

He's the same.

Where to… How about the curve of your neck…

Cassian deliberately steps himself back from her, holding up his hands in a show of restraint, like surrender; self-aware dramatization to counter other reviving physical signals.

And smiling… and quoting herself back to her from some earlier time:]

Yes please.

[He recreates what he'd blazed through earlier, in reverse: moves lever to unlock, opens grate, opens door.

His awkward idea of being met by an impatient crowd of workers waiting to use the elevator was not realized. …But moments after the lever was thrown, the lift's control panel emitted a loud buzz of someone calling it above.

Suppressing a splutter of laughter or urgency, he grabbed her hand for them to dive through, then yanking the outer door shut behind them as quick as he could.]

[She exhales a giggling laugh with an equally playful roll of her eyes at his dramatic display, though she certainly understands, having to bite down on the tip of her tongue to distract her mind from pursuing ..

Other activities, instead - ones that involve reversing all the dressing they'd only just done.

She nods, easily falling in line beside him as he opens the door, anticipating a sight similar to what Cassian had expected. Breathing a chuckling exhale to find it not the case.

The moment's short-lived at the wailing buzzer (oddly similar in sound to the alarm on Wobani, she realizes), and she bursts into an urgent jog, steps accentuated with delighted laughter.]

Hopefully we haven't stalled production too much!

[He turned away from the door to fall back in step with her, making their way without running but at a brisk pace out of the alley.

Though on the way he leaned in to murmur close to her ear,]

If we did, it was the best sabotage assignment I ever had.

[She leans over to nudge him with her elbow, flicking her eyes up him with a mischievous glint in them, a curling smirk at her lips.]

Equally the best excuse to leave work I've ever had.

[The process of getting to the woods seemed interminable. But once there… seemed like they'd never left each other's arms.]

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idk why i thought i responded but realized i read it and didn't reply while i was at the doctor's ha

#relatable!

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