She trusted him. And it was that smile - that soft, fleeting smile that cemented that thought in her mind. (How could she possibly say goodbye when the time came? It was going to prove nearly impossible.)

Jyn sighed and tried to relax underneath such tender touches, muscles twitching underneath the thin skin he teased with his fingertips. She didn't close her legs, didn't tense up, and the only noises she made were small and pleased.

And then he touched her there, and she was almost sure she'd never breathe properly again. Nobody else had ever touched or treated her so reverently before.