Jyn laughed - a soft sound, but tinged with a hint of desire. Distracted as she was by the continued kisses, she did her best to help with the removal of the offending garment, wanting nothing more than the pleasure of discovering his bare skin underneath her fingertips.
But she wasn't so completely unaware that she didn't notice the pause - no matter how quickly it had come and gone. Immediately, her fingers stilled and she found enough composure to take a moment, to breathe and observe him a little more critically. She'd stop if need be, no matter how much she wanted to keep going. If he was uncomfortable or unsure ...
Well. As he'd said, just being close had been enough. Kissing had been moreso. And she was fine if things didn't move on from there.
(He couldn't know - not yet, anyway, that underneath her clothing, Jyn's body was littered with scars, too, scars from close calls with blades, an even closer encounter with blasters, surgical scars where broken bones had been repaired and ruptured organs had either been fixed or removed, skin around her wrists rubbed raw by too-tight shackles that had left permanent marks behind.)
The light was dim, but she could see shadows of some of his scars, and oh ...
Oh.
She thought she understood.
Jyn settled her palm carefully against the huge scar to his side, her eyes meeting his, keeping his gaze.
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Date: 2019-11-27 03:17 am (UTC)But she wasn't so completely unaware that she didn't notice the pause - no matter how quickly it had come and gone. Immediately, her fingers stilled and she found enough composure to take a moment, to breathe and observe him a little more critically. She'd stop if need be, no matter how much she wanted to keep going. If he was uncomfortable or unsure ...
Well. As he'd said, just being close had been enough. Kissing had been moreso. And she was fine if things didn't move on from there.
(He couldn't know - not yet, anyway, that underneath her clothing, Jyn's body was littered with scars, too, scars from close calls with blades, an even closer encounter with blasters, surgical scars where broken bones had been repaired and ruptured organs had either been fixed or removed, skin around her wrists rubbed raw by too-tight shackles that had left permanent marks behind.)
The light was dim, but she could see shadows of some of his scars, and oh ...
Oh.
She thought she understood.
Jyn settled her palm carefully against the huge scar to his side, her eyes meeting his, keeping his gaze.
"It's alright."
I understand.