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[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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