Jyn's sigh was soft as he took his time in not only supporting and steadying her but gathering her a little closer. She was gentle but not tentative as she mirrored the motion of the touch to her jaw, just as studious as she took in the warmth radiating from his dark eyes, and then -
Then, they were kissing again, and whatever noise she made was muffled as she settled into it, welcomed him into her personal space until there was nothing left.
'Whatever noise she made' was beautiful and felt like a touch. He wondered if he could draw out more.
Kissing again felt just as stunningly new yet ageless—eternal—as before. As electrifying as a first meeting yet as sealed together as if they'd been intimate their whole lives. More than one life.
And, again, it felt like dancing. Impossible to tell who was leading—maybe they kept switching—maybe neither of them was, they were seamlessly in accord. But it was all-consuming and stirring and ambrosial. And finally one or both of them had to breathe, parting just enough to do so… and then he dared something newer, still. He moved his lips, still careful and gentle and soft, to the tendon of her neck, just below her ear. And gently worked his way down it, to the hollow of her neck and shoulder, and around her throat, and back up; all his senses, through his whole body, fixed on her; attentive, seeking any reactions at all; whether she liked it or not, and where, and how much.
It was such a pleased little noise, and Jyn would feel some pride in knowing that however minute, it had had a positive effect - or at least motivated Rilio in coaxing out more.
It truly did feel as though they'd done this innumerable times before and while some part of Jyn wanted to explore that phenomenon, she knew, deep down, that they didn't have the time.
So Jyn tucked it away and turned all of her attention to him, to returning each and every kiss he gifted her with the same vigor, the same passion, and she couldn't describe how overwhelming it felt to know that he felt the same desire that she did, that this - all of it, was completely reciprocal.
The need to breathe became impossible to ignore, and when they pulled away, the noise she made was soft and breathless and disappointed. But it disappeared as quickly as it had came to be as he shifted course and pressed that first soft kiss against her neck. There was no hesitation as Jyn shivered in response and then turned her head just enough against the pillow to allow for unimpeded travel. Her heart thumped harder in her chest, her breathing a little labored, her fingers a little impatient as she tugged his shirt away from his shoulder.
She wanted a chance to explore him as well. And she could only be so patient.
He didn't resist—immediately matched and followed and obeyed her every move, every signal, every guidance. But even as he helped her shrug loose his shirt (while still kissing her neck and the side of her face), some dim, distant part of his mind (that still remembered anything in the universe beyond her) made him tense, just slightly. Because that was the shoulder covered in shrapnel scars.
And down the rest of him—
Shrapnel: shoulder, upper back Blasterburn: mid-back Blades: forearm, ribs, clavicle Surgical: stomach, chest And the worst scar he had: broad, raised and mottled from deep tissue damage, extremely jagged, running down the side of his torso down along his hip. And stretched. Because it had happened before he was finished growing.
Will you be safe?
He had a feeling she'd understand. But still was… worried? …that it might… change things. Take them out of this haven they'd raised for themselves, for tonight.
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.
He paused, too—the feedback loop: neither wanting to overstep with the other.
He was braced above her, untucked shirt hanging open, his upper body parallel to but not quite touching hers.
His eyes flickered down to her hand; the deliberate, gentle affirmation of it. He didn't tilt his face away; so his eyes could immediately return to hers.
She said, It's alright… and, just as incredibly, he believed her.
He gave a small, all-transforming smile.
He shifted himself back, taking his weight onto one arm at a time; pulling off his shirt the rest of the way without pulling out of her touch.
He set back down on his bent arms, and his palm found her cheek, his fingers gently cupping her head, running through her hair; eyes still fixed on hers, still a little searching, but also… more open, somehow. To her.
They'd already forged an unusual level of trust. This was somehow a new one. Or maybe it was last-held reservations (self-preservations) falling away. Yes. He trusted her.
In the moment, perhaps nothing more needed to be said. From his current vantage point, he could look into her eyes, gauge her expression, and hopefully see the honesty in them all.
Jyn wasn't willing to ruin the moment by rushing things along, by showing that in her impatience, she was hardly better that those that would've used him earlier in the evening if she hadn't intervened. Heart beating steadily in her ears, palm warm and gentle against his side, she waited.
And then he smiled, and it seemed like the world around them came back to life. Still, she let him take the lead, simply observed as he worked at removing his shirt, allowing her a moment to memorize every inch of him before he moved closer, fingers tender as he touched her cheek again, carded them through her hair, again holding her steady.
While she wanted to reassure - again - that she understood scars and the life that he must have been living in order to amass them, she knew the words would be inadequate. Actions, though, might speak louder.
Jyn didn't wriggle away from Rilio's touch - rather, she sat up from the pillow a bit, dropped her hand from his side to tug her shirt free from her trousers, undo fastenings until it was open, too, exposing a breastband that had clearly seen better days, new bruises blooming along her side from some of the punches she'd taken earlier in the evening ... and some of her own scars, so similar to his own.
He held himself back so she would have room. His eyes met hers again as she settled back; confirming permission. Then he looked down, skimmed his fingers gently to find her visible scars… and bent his head and body to kiss every one of them.
Jyn sighed heavily, shivered under the tender touch of his fingers, all tight muscles at the first press of lips to skin, although it didn't take many of them for her to relax into them, to let her hands dance along his arms, welcoming him closer, welcoming this next step taken.
The loosening of her muscles washed over him like warmth. His lips curved against her skin in a smile.
He braced himself softly beside her, so his upper body could touch hers without pressing down too hard. His free hand ran down her cheek, the tendon of her neck, her shoulder, her arm… paused at her wrist… then carefully traced the restraint-made callouses. There were identical ones on his wrist, too. At last, the fingers moved inward, made a circle in her palm, then spread out so he could press his full hand to hers. Just as his mouth finally returned, up her stomach and chest and neck, to her lips.
Jyn felt that smile and couldn't help but mirror the action.
Her fingers of her free hand traveled from shoulders to trace along his collarbone, barely perceptible as they drifted down the center of his chest, to his side, where again, she was careful as it mapped out that large scar, even though it had clearly healed a long time before.
She only paused when he paid attention to her wrist, her breath erratic as he moved on, waiting until he settled again and continued the path of kisses until he caught her lips once more and she dragged her short, blunted nails down his back, along the length of his spine.
His skin shivered in her wake. Her every touch further emboldened his. Then they were pressed fully again, kissing most deeply yet, and her nails down his back made him arch, body rolling, dragging a little, against hers. His arms found their between her body and the mattress. They encircled her, not too tight, not constraining, but enfolding them together.
His lower body was betraying him again. He made no move to prioritize it, make it her problem, give it any focus or urgency… but he also, this time, didn't pull away.
His every reaction felt like a dream, and Jyn found herself wanting more, wanting to slip further into the hazy desire surrounding her ... and to take him with her. He moved against her and pulled a moan from her lips, the noise vibrating against their joined mouths.
Jyn made no move to pull away as she was gathered closer yet, curling her arms loosely around Rilio as well, content (and happy to) hold him steady even when all the room around them seemed to flex and wave and leave her reeling.
Her hands continued wandering, and although she was not unaware of his physical condition, made no effort to call attention to it yet. This was enough. So much more than. And she was sure that everything would come in its due time.
Her hands felt wonderful upon him. And gave his hands permission to follow suit. They pressed flat along the slopes of her back, rises of shoulderblades, the curve of her spine; her neck, her sides, her hips; smoothing and pressing like he was moulding her from clay; and, wherever they found a new one, tracing each scar like it was a letter to be read.
He could identify many of them. Surgical. Blade. Blaster. When he found one that stumped him, he was tempted to ask about it. But… not really. Because… no violence was allowed in here. They would commit none upon each other, and memories of such already committed by or on them was too incongruous. Made unreal by what was surrounding and passing between them now. They may have been made into violent creatures, but, whatever this was, right here and now, was the opposite of violence. And it was going to stay that way. Even if, at some junction, they weren't fully in sync, no force would be required to make it stop. It was breathtaking that he trusted that.
There was one long line, muscle or scar, that his hand followed upward from the small of her back. His fingers stopped at the hem of the breastband. Wanting so badly to continue beneath it. But hesitating.
Jyn might have felt too exposed, too vulnerable if this were any other situation. But in this one, with him, she didn't. Her muscles twitched underneath his calloused fingertips, but she did not deny the mutual pleasure of exploring each other.
With that exploration came the understanding that whatever their circumstances, they had experienced similar hardships. Her heart ached for this man that she could never really know, and here in this moment at least, they didn't have to struggle to survive.
Here, they could find peace. It would not last once the morning came, but hopefully, it could be enough.
His fingers stilled, and she thought she knew what caused the hesitation. "It's alright", she murmured, thumbs brushing gentle little circles, one to shoulder, one to side. "I want you to."
Intoxicants had never done it to him. (He'd only had bad trips.) Still he knew, academically, they could cause this sort of pleasurable haze for others. For the first time, he could see the appeal.
He hoped his judgment wasn't as impaired by this high as it must be considered if from drugs. Because what he was feeling, with this, right now… The opposite of what usually happened when he lowered some of his shields and filters and inhibitions on his own mind. Usually, drugs let his mind free fall to the point of overload, because his full consciousness was required to keep it in check. This… was hazy, yes, but also… clarified. His mind was not just calmer, but quieter. More still. He wasn't overthinking more; he was second-guessing less.
So when she said I want you to…
His hand at her back slid gently beneath her breastband, guided by the lines of her muscles and scars. And loosened the article so his other hand, caressing around her ribs, moved up too… and shifted the band gently aside.
As she was exposed, he touched her, still so lightly, tracing her swells as he had her scars; appreciatively, slowly, almost reverently.
And finally lowered his head, again, to rest softly against her and kiss her breast.
Funny, the way something as simple as fingers gliding across skin could make a person feel. Jyn's skin prickled in the wake of Rilio's fingers, her heart beat a faster rhythm in her chest, her breathing felt a little more labored. It felt too much and not enough and all she wanted was more and to hold onto it for as long as she could, and oh, how she wanted to remember every single second of this because she'd never felt this way before and most likely never would again and -
She didn't feel nearly as precious as his careful touches presumed her to be, but for a moment at least, she could allow herself to believe that she was worthy of such reverence.
And she could return the unspoken sentiment as she traced equally gentle fingertips along the length of his shoulders, hoping that he felt something similar to the sensations he was inspiring in her.
Jyn sighed once she was free of the band, and he continued with his slow, tender exploration, the ache between her thighs only growing all the more insistent as he pressed a kiss to the thin, sensitive skin he'd uncovered.
He was far too good for whatever the universe held for him once they left this place.
Cassian had never had a sexual experience that hadn't been trained. Even his first, when he himself was without ulterior motive (the last time he would be)—she was. After that… it was just a tool of espionage. Nothing to do with emotion. Imagine himself away. Focus on mechanics at expense of other thoughts. His general intelligence skills in reading microexpression and body language; the raven training they'd reluctantly decided he needed, extremely focused anatomy, nerve endings and biochemicals and psychology…
For the first time in his life, he was glad of his training… and wasn't focused on it at all. Instead of the point of the mission… it just let him… do what he wanted. Which was try to read and learn what she might want. And then, if she stayed with him in it, try to give it to her.
Which was why, at whatever slightest arch of limbs and tension of muscles gave her away, his hand responded by moving down to her knee. Fingertips dipped just inward. And stopped.
What little experience Jyn had in matters like these hadn't felt anything like this - they had been rushed and rarely ever allowed for the type of exploration she and Rilio were engaging in.
And it was good. Better than she had ever dreamed possible. And all they had done thus far was share kisses, undress each other, trade touches. Just the thought of the actual moment of ... connection was enough to brighten already flushed cheeks, steal away more of her already unsteady breaths. Every atom in her body ached for it.
He settled his palm against her knee, and Jyn shivered at the pleasant heat resting there. But as he slid his fingers a little further, and asked the question, her arched eyebrow suggested just a hint of befuddlement.
Are you sure? His eyes skimmed her face a moment longer… then he smiled, and pressed another kiss. He believed her. (Trusted her.)
Below, he traced a soft circle beside her knee, a trail up the inside of her thigh. Keeping his attention fixed on her reactions—tension, movement, heartrate, breath, expression—for the slightest sign she wanted him to stop. If none came… his fingertips moved at last to the softness and heat they sought; gentle, exploratory, entranced.
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.
Jyn didn't want to have to derail things in order to explain - not only had she never had the time for anything other than quick fucks in dark places, nobody had ever really treated her with this much kindness.
"I know", she murmured, and she did. "It's not that I don't want it. It's just - it's new. It's good."
That brought another, even warmer, glad, smile to his lips.
"Let me know anytime it isn't," he murmured, moving his lips close to her ear. Then finished the move inward to brush his lips to her neck, the hinge of her jaw, behind her ear below her hairline; light kisses from her pulse point to other sensitive places and back.
At the same time, his hand moved again, more gently still; four fingers finding resting places; and the fifth settling, gentle and warm and carrying its own echo of his heartbeat, to the spot it sought… and began, so lightly, to trace tiny tight circles on her there.
The smile was beautiful on him - made him appear softer and younger, and Jyn hoped that she wouldn't forget, that she'd be able to conjure this exact image when she was at her lowest (when she needed him the most).
She tried to vocalize the agreement that she would, in fact, tell him if she didn't like anything that he did (not bloody likely), but her soft utterance quickly shifted and changed into a moan as he kissed her neck, her jaw, behind her ear, her pulse point ...
Every single spot so alive and sensitive, her nerve endings singing in perfect harmony as he showed attention to them in turn.
And then, he touched her - with such gentleness and such care but also clearly with intent and she couldn't help the deep shudder that wracked her from head to foot ... and back again.
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Jyn's sigh was soft as he took his time in not only supporting and steadying her but gathering her a little closer. She was gentle but not tentative as she mirrored the motion of the touch to her jaw, just as studious as she took in the warmth radiating from his dark eyes, and then -
Then, they were kissing again, and whatever noise she made was muffled as she settled into it, welcomed him into her personal space until there was nothing left.
Remember me.
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'Whatever noise she made' was beautiful and felt like a touch. He wondered if he could draw out more.
Kissing again felt just as stunningly new yet ageless—eternal—as before. As electrifying as a first meeting yet as sealed together as if they'd been intimate their whole lives. More than one life.
And, again, it felt like dancing. Impossible to tell who was leading—maybe they kept switching—maybe neither of them was, they were seamlessly in accord. But it was all-consuming and stirring and ambrosial. And finally one or both of them had to breathe, parting just enough to do so… and then he dared something newer, still. He moved his lips, still careful and gentle and soft, to the tendon of her neck, just below her ear. And gently worked his way down it, to the hollow of her neck and shoulder, and around her throat, and back up; all his senses, through his whole body, fixed on her; attentive, seeking any reactions at all; whether she liked it or not, and where, and how much.
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It truly did feel as though they'd done this innumerable times before and while some part of Jyn wanted to explore that phenomenon, she knew, deep down, that they didn't have the time.
So Jyn tucked it away and turned all of her attention to him, to returning each and every kiss he gifted her with the same vigor, the same passion, and she couldn't describe how overwhelming it felt to know that he felt the same desire that she did, that this - all of it, was completely reciprocal.
The need to breathe became impossible to ignore, and when they pulled away, the noise she made was soft and breathless and disappointed. But it disappeared as quickly as it had came to be as he shifted course and pressed that first soft kiss against her neck. There was no hesitation as Jyn shivered in response and then turned her head just enough against the pillow to allow for unimpeded travel. Her heart thumped harder in her chest, her breathing a little labored, her fingers a little impatient as she tugged his shirt away from his shoulder.
She wanted a chance to explore him as well. And she could only be so patient.
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And down the rest of him—
Shrapnel: shoulder, upper back
Blasterburn: mid-back
Blades: forearm, ribs, clavicle
Surgical: stomach, chest
And the worst scar he had: broad, raised and mottled from deep tissue damage, extremely jagged, running down the side of his torso down along his hip. And stretched. Because it had happened before he was finished growing.
Will you be safe?
He had a feeling she'd understand. But still was… worried? …that it might… change things. Take them out of this haven they'd raised for themselves, for tonight.
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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.
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He was braced above her, untucked shirt hanging open, his upper body parallel to but not quite touching hers.
His eyes flickered down to her hand; the deliberate, gentle affirmation of it. He didn't tilt his face away; so his eyes could immediately return to hers.
She said, It's alright… and, just as incredibly, he believed her.
He gave a small, all-transforming smile.
He shifted himself back, taking his weight onto one arm at a time; pulling off his shirt the rest of the way without pulling out of her touch.
He set back down on his bent arms, and his palm found her cheek, his fingers gently cupping her head, running through her hair; eyes still fixed on hers, still a little searching, but also… more open, somehow. To her.
They'd already forged an unusual level of trust. This was somehow a new one. Or maybe it was last-held reservations (self-preservations) falling away. Yes. He trusted her.
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Jyn wasn't willing to ruin the moment by rushing things along, by showing that in her impatience, she was hardly better that those that would've used him earlier in the evening if she hadn't intervened. Heart beating steadily in her ears, palm warm and gentle against his side, she waited.
And then he smiled, and it seemed like the world around them came back to life. Still, she let him take the lead, simply observed as he worked at removing his shirt, allowing her a moment to memorize every inch of him before he moved closer, fingers tender as he touched her cheek again, carded them through her hair, again holding her steady.
While she wanted to reassure - again - that she understood scars and the life that he must have been living in order to amass them, she knew the words would be inadequate. Actions, though, might speak louder.
Jyn didn't wriggle away from Rilio's touch - rather, she sat up from the pillow a bit, dropped her hand from his side to tug her shirt free from her trousers, undo fastenings until it was open, too, exposing a breastband that had clearly seen better days, new bruises blooming along her side from some of the punches she'd taken earlier in the evening ... and some of her own scars, so similar to his own.
See?
I understand.
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He braced himself softly beside her, so his upper body could touch hers without pressing down too hard. His free hand ran down her cheek, the tendon of her neck, her shoulder, her arm… paused at her wrist… then carefully traced the restraint-made callouses. There were identical ones on his wrist, too. At last, the fingers moved inward, made a circle in her palm, then spread out so he could press his full hand to hers. Just as his mouth finally returned, up her stomach and chest and neck, to her lips.
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Her fingers of her free hand traveled from shoulders to trace along his collarbone, barely perceptible as they drifted down the center of his chest, to his side, where again, she was careful as it mapped out that large scar, even though it had clearly healed a long time before.
She only paused when he paid attention to her wrist, her breath erratic as he moved on, waiting until he settled again and continued the path of kisses until he caught her lips once more and she dragged her short, blunted nails down his back, along the length of his spine.
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His lower body was betraying him again. He made no move to prioritize it, make it her problem, give it any focus or urgency… but he also, this time, didn't pull away.
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Jyn made no move to pull away as she was gathered closer yet, curling her arms loosely around Rilio as well, content (and happy to) hold him steady even when all the room around them seemed to flex and wave and leave her reeling.
Her hands continued wandering, and although she was not unaware of his physical condition, made no effort to call attention to it yet. This was enough. So much more than. And she was sure that everything would come in its due time.
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He could identify many of them. Surgical. Blade. Blaster. When he found one that stumped him, he was tempted to ask about it. But… not really. Because… no violence was allowed in here. They would commit none upon each other, and memories of such already committed by or on them was too incongruous. Made unreal by what was surrounding and passing between them now. They may have been made into violent creatures, but, whatever this was, right here and now, was the opposite of violence. And it was going to stay that way. Even if, at some junction, they weren't fully in sync, no force would be required to make it stop. It was breathtaking that he trusted that.
There was one long line, muscle or scar, that his hand followed upward from the small of her back. His fingers stopped at the hem of the breastband. Wanting so badly to continue beneath it. But hesitating.
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With that exploration came the understanding that whatever their circumstances, they had experienced similar hardships. Her heart ached for this man that she could never really know, and here in this moment at least, they didn't have to struggle to survive.
Here, they could find peace. It would not last once the morning came, but hopefully, it could be enough.
His fingers stilled, and she thought she knew what caused the hesitation. "It's alright", she murmured, thumbs brushing gentle little circles, one to shoulder, one to side. "I want you to."
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Intoxicants had never done it to him. (He'd only had bad trips.) Still he knew, academically, they could cause this sort of pleasurable haze for others. For the first time, he could see the appeal.
He hoped his judgment wasn't as impaired by this high as it must be considered if from drugs. Because what he was feeling, with this, right now… The opposite of what usually happened when he lowered some of his shields and filters and inhibitions on his own mind. Usually, drugs let his mind free fall to the point of overload, because his full consciousness was required to keep it in check. This… was hazy, yes, but also… clarified. His mind was not just calmer, but quieter. More still. He wasn't overthinking more; he was second-guessing less.
So when she said I want you to…
His hand at her back slid gently beneath her breastband, guided by the lines of her muscles and scars. And loosened the article so his other hand, caressing around her ribs, moved up too… and shifted the band gently aside.
As she was exposed, he touched her, still so lightly, tracing her swells as he had her scars; appreciatively, slowly, almost reverently.
And finally lowered his head, again, to rest softly against her and kiss her breast.
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She didn't feel nearly as precious as his careful touches presumed her to be, but for a moment at least, she could allow herself to believe that she was worthy of such reverence.
And she could return the unspoken sentiment as she traced equally gentle fingertips along the length of his shoulders, hoping that he felt something similar to the sensations he was inspiring in her.
Jyn sighed once she was free of the band, and he continued with his slow, tender exploration, the ache between her thighs only growing all the more insistent as he pressed a kiss to the thin, sensitive skin he'd uncovered.
He was far too good for whatever the universe held for him once they left this place.
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Cassian had never had a sexual experience that hadn't been trained. Even his first, when he himself was without ulterior motive (the last time he would be)—she was. After that… it was just a tool of espionage. Nothing to do with emotion. Imagine himself away. Focus on mechanics at expense of other thoughts. His general intelligence skills in reading microexpression and body language; the raven training they'd reluctantly decided he needed, extremely focused anatomy, nerve endings and biochemicals and psychology…
For the first time in his life, he was glad of his training… and wasn't focused on it at all. Instead of the point of the mission… it just let him… do what he wanted. Which was try to read and learn what she might want. And then, if she stayed with him in it, try to give it to her.
Which was why, at whatever slightest arch of limbs and tension of muscles gave her away, his hand responded by moving down to her knee. Fingertips dipped just inward. And stopped.
"Do you… may I…?"
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And it was good. Better than she had ever dreamed possible. And all they had done thus far was share kisses, undress each other, trade touches. Just the thought of the actual moment of ... connection was enough to brighten already flushed cheeks, steal away more of her already unsteady breaths. Every atom in her body ached for it.
He settled his palm against her knee, and Jyn shivered at the pleasant heat resting there. But as he slid his fingers a little further, and asked the question, her arched eyebrow suggested just a hint of befuddlement.
Despite that, her answer was always going to be -
"Yes."
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Below, he traced a soft circle beside her knee, a trail up the inside of her thigh. Keeping his attention fixed on her reactions—tension, movement, heartrate, breath, expression—for the slightest sign she wanted him to stop. If none came… his fingertips moved at last to the softness and heat they sought; gentle, exploratory, entranced.
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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.
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"Still okay?" he breathed. "You can always say, if it's not. Nothing you don't want."
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"I know", she murmured, and she did. "It's not that I don't want it. It's just - it's new. It's good."
Better than.
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"Let me know anytime it isn't," he murmured, moving his lips close to her ear. Then finished the move inward to brush his lips to her neck, the hinge of her jaw, behind her ear below her hairline; light kisses from her pulse point to other sensitive places and back.
At the same time, his hand moved again, more gently still; four fingers finding resting places; and the fifth settling, gentle and warm and carrying its own echo of his heartbeat, to the spot it sought… and began, so lightly, to trace tiny tight circles on her there.
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when she needed him the most).She tried to vocalize the agreement that she would, in fact, tell him if she didn't like anything that he did (not bloody likely), but her soft utterance quickly shifted and changed into a moan as he kissed her neck, her jaw, behind her ear, her pulse point ...
Every single spot so alive and sensitive, her nerve endings singing in perfect harmony as he showed attention to them in turn.
And then, he touched her - with such gentleness and such care but also clearly with intent and she couldn't help the deep shudder that wracked her from head to foot ... and back again.
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How did I lose this?? Ack! Sorry!! But I did just massively enjoy rereading all of it ^_^ ^_^ <3