He was a little startled. Then smiled back. "That's how I feel, too."
Again, possibly the drugs doing a bit of the talking… not in the content of what he said; more being able to say it unvarnished. (And the scope—they weren't talking about going any further than an embrace, right?) "How's this… You can believe when I say yes, because I promise when I need to I'll say no. …You'll have to take on faith that I know the drugs aren't a problem for that. They might actually be helping… me be that honest."
"As long as we're on the same page", she replied, and although it was a serious statement, there was still just the hint of a quiet amusement in her voice.
But she listened carefully as he spoke and gently nodded her understanding when he was through. This wasn't going to be anything other than sharing a little comfort in the aftermath of what could have been something terrible. As long as she allowed Rilio to take the lead and decide what was and was not acceptable, they would both be fine.
"I trust you to know what's best for you, what's most comfortable - ", she replied, gently patting her hand against his side, where he'd led her to rest it. "Just ... tell me how you want me."
Tell me how you want me… That sentence could have made him stop. It was what his side of such situations usually was. But from her… with the foundations she'd already established—that she wanted, too, but in order to relax into that, wanted the roadmap of his boundaries… he'd been on that side of things, too. So, he did trust her. (Again: how long had they known each other…?) More than he would himself, not to self-sacrifice or self-ignore. He would trust her to say no, as well. Yes, on the same page.
So, still paying close attention for any physiological signs from her that might indicate discomfort, he finished what he'd started: moved his arm gently between her and the mattress, until his shoulder was under her head. It brought their bodies nearly flush together. But he didn't press; he left that last little bit of distance up to her. He did tilt his head just enough that he felt the brush of her hair against his face. And his other arm, he brought up, so his hand could light carefully on her side, as she'd allowed hers to be guided onto his.
But Jyn wasn't saying it in the sense that she had no other choice. She did, and she was choosing to share comfort with him - to offer it and to borrow it in return. She could hardly say why she wasn't pulling away and staying away, or why it felt right in so many ways that she couldn't even begin to explain ...
She didn't tense again as he gathered her closer - not too close, but with just enough space between so as not to feel claustrophobic, space that she could breach if she felt comfortable enough to do so. Jyn didn't, though, not so soon, content enough to close her eyes and (guiltily) enjoy the slight weight and heat of his palm against her side.
"Yeah." Even if he hadn't said anything, his deepening breathing and slowing heartrate would be an answer.
Bodies were ridiculous. Lying wrapped up with someone else made you so much more compromised and vulnerable, to them and anything else; but it made you feel so much safer and secured.
Right now, he embraced the ridiculous. It had been so long since he'd felt this.
Out of nowhere, he thought suddenly of the phantom on the other side of the notes—the artifacts—the vibroblade. Wondered if (she?) they had ever had this, might be having it now with someone else, too.
His mind couldn't stray much, though. —Another benefit, another miracle. He could get outside himself and focus on her: her breathing, her shape, her warmth. He simultaneously felt he could fall into a deeper, more restorative sleep, and wanted to stay awake so he could stay aware of this; every moment.
The arm attached to the shoulder under her head bent a little, to be somewhat around her, resting lightly against her back—without trying to pull or gather her in closer. Just, there.
"Would have been nice to get here differently," he said softly, "but I'm glad to be here, right now."
By all rights, she should have done exactly the opposite. Rilio was a stranger, and despite the ordeal he had gone through, how could she trust that this was safe? Part of her felt ridiculous for giving in so easily to the desire for comfort ...
But a bigger part of her relished in it. It felt good, not being alone for once in her life. It felt good to trust enough in another person to let her guard down enough to be able to find some real rest, to offer him the same, even though she wasn't sure that she was any good at it at all.
Her fingers traced nondescript little patterns where they rested and she hummed softly in agreement - surprised to note that she really did feel much the same way. "Me, too."
The light vibration of her hum, the nonsense script she wrote on him, sank him deeper into the bed and brought a smile to his lips.
He wanted suddenly to kiss her—not even her mouth, but her hair, her forehead. He refrained. But he resettled his head on the pillow and his face against her, so his cheek brushed and rested against the top of her head. …And it had something of the same feel. Good thank you.
Warm. Comfortable and more content than she could ever remember feeling before. Safe. It brought a lump to her throat that she couldn't quite swallow back down, and slowly, she inched just a tiny bit closer, closing some of the already tiny gap between them.
...
Wasn't she supposed to be the one giving comfort instead of taking it? With a soft little sigh escaping her lips, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to enjoy it.
"You can rest now", she whispered, not wanting to disturb the peace of the moment. "I've got you."
As slightly as she shifted nearer, he slightly welcomed her; a further loosening of muscles and gentle release of breath, melting them together.
His arm momentarily tightened, no more than a pulse, around her, before lying beside her again; no impediment should she want to move away. He breathed back, "I know. …You, too."
How was Jyn to know how much she had been needing something like this when she had effectively been shutting down every desire for it for longer than she would like to admit.
She shut her eyes tightly, sure that if she didn't, she would cry, and there would be no stopping the deluge once it began. All she could bring herself to say was a quiet, tired, "Thank you."
Thank him? But he knew not to dismiss it, and she'd already discouraged his further thanking her. So…
This time, hoping it communicated what it was meant to and nothing more, he did it. Tilted his face and pressed the lightest of quick kisses to the top of her head.
Jyn accepted the fleeting little kiss for what it was - or what she perceived it to be, a gesture of gratitude, not an attempt to ... initiate something more.
Her arm around his middle tightened slightly, not enough to hold him tight, but a wordless response to the kiss, that she felt it, that she appreciate it, that in the moment she was content and hoped he was, too.
The tightening of her arm filled him with relief. He rested his head, all of him, against her; felt the hole in his chest momentarily filled with her in his arms, and let himself sink under the waves of their breathing—which now needed no deliberation at all to become the same.
If she wasn't certain that she'd cross a line, Jyn would have placed her free palm against his forehead to gauge how bad his fever still was - and then carded her fingers through his hair as much for his comfort as her own. But this was good enough.
And for as much as she thought she would be hyperaware and unable to rest ... soon enough, she found her eyelids heavy, her exhaustion catching up with her as she yawned and was pulled deeper into rest.
Peaceful as this made him, there was still some detoxing to do. Over the rest of the night, he would have occasional fits of shivering. He certainly sweat more than he would have liked. But there were no more night terrors. Once he woke and had to slip quickly away, get to the 'fresher, and empty his stomach. He took the opportunity to shower off a bit. He returned to the bed damp, but freshly rather than clammily. He slipped, smooth and silent, back beside her; and, if she didn't move away, his arms back around her. His skin felt finally cool, not just from the washing but from the fever having broken.
Through sleep, Jyn registered the shivering for what it was, and it became the catalyst for her breaching what slight distanced still remained in order to hold Rilio a little closer, to steady him if he was feeling weak. But no sudden screaming or thrashing pulled her from sleep, although she couldn't say the same of when he slipped out of bed and she listened carefully just in case he needed her help.
The water turned on and stayed on for a bit, and then turned off. And when he rejoined her in bed, she allowed his arms to curl around her, to urge her back right where she'd been.
"Feel better now?", she asked softly, her thumb brushing against his side.
"A lot," he confirmed, quietly back. It was harder not to pull her close—remembering, though he'd only been half-awake at the time, her doing so to him; steadying him until he stopped shaking. But he wouldn't. It was wonderful enough to have her in his arms while they lay passive, putting no strength into enveloping her, letting her dictate how much contact the rest of their bodies made. He felt abashed she'd chosen to do so while he was unwashed and perspiring, and hoped he'd repaid her a little by being cleaner, now. "How about you? Get any sleep?"
"Good", she breathed, careful as she inched just a little closer. "I was worried."
But if he was feeling better after having gotten some sleep and a shower, he probably no longer needed her or the comfort she had been offering. And despite how much she wanted to return right back where she'd been, she wouldn't do anything to make him uncomfortable.
His arms did tighten around her, in response to her movement or her words; a quick hug or a lapse of self-control. Either way, he relaxed his grip at once—nothing she couldn't leave easily, ever—but didn't shift away from how close it left them.
Whatever it was - whether it was involuntary or just instinctual - Jyn did not shy away. She kept rubbing gentle little circles into his skin. For as much as she didn't want to think about it (and didn't want to consider why it stung to think about), sooner rather than later, they'd have to part.
He closed his eyes, rested his head against her hair, drank in the feeling of the patterns she carved on him.
Safe.
The honest answer might be, Never.
…Or was it? When that was, for him more than for many… a choice? Even a goal?
(It could be pointed out that is was also less a choice for him than for others, still. So it was with… everything.)
Either way—whatever his life would be like if he didn't choose this one, better or worse—he chose to walk where others shouldn't have to. Which was rarely safe.
But from this threat, these assailants, she'd saved him. If he ever needed to reengage, he'd have better prep, a better plan, and possibly backup.
"I'll be able to get back to my people," he said softly, at last. "Thanks to you."
It was the best answer he could give. Even if it wasn't one.
Jyn might not have known the specifics, but she knew exactly what that long pause meant. Because if the tables were turned and he asked her the exact same question ... all she would have to offer was a remarkably similar answer.
Safe.
She hadn't felt safe since she was eight years old.
Until ...
Now.
Jyn didn't think that she needed to say anything else, and didn't think that what she had to say was something that Rilio didn't already know, but -
"Just be careful, yeah? Plenty of people out there looking to take advantage of others in whatever way they can."
The kiss he pressed to her this time was just as light, just as gentle, but lasted a whole heartbeat, and brushed the skin of her temple, not just her hair. "Yeah," he murmured in agreement. I know.
His heartbeat faltered a little. The faintest of tensions—apprehension?—ran through him. Though his voice was (practicedly) unchanged when he said quietly, "We're always looking for good people. If you're ever interested in… a job. With a group that tries to work against the ones taking advantage. …I'd certainly vouch for you."
Again, she closed her eyes, not willing to expose (any more) how emotionally compromised she felt. But she relished the kiss, and how he lingered in the aftermath. If she was incredibly lucky, she'd be able to commit this moment to memory and call it to mind whenever she felt exceedingly lonely.
...
She wanted to say yes, but at the same time, she felt that her only clear choice was exactly the opposite. The last thing she wanted was to stay somewhere for a long period of time, to put down roots that would make it impossible to pull up when she would eventually need to run again.
He wasn't sure there was a single, direct interpretation of that. But somewhere in the mix—of a dry but gentle decline—there was, maybe, what he felt too. The wish (the hope) it could actually happen. And the willingness, however unlikely, to live in that hope a little longer.
He tightened his arms around her again, and released again; a hug to indicate her words accepted. The matter closed. "Okay."
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Date: 2019-09-15 04:11 am (UTC)Again, possibly the drugs doing a bit of the talking… not in the content of what he said; more being able to say it unvarnished. (And the scope—they weren't talking about going any further than an embrace, right?) "How's this… You can believe when I say yes, because I promise when I need to I'll say no. …You'll have to take on faith that I know the drugs aren't a problem for that. They might actually be helping… me be that honest."
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Date: 2019-09-15 04:41 am (UTC)But she listened carefully as he spoke and gently nodded her understanding when he was through. This wasn't going to be anything other than sharing a little comfort in the aftermath of what could have been something terrible. As long as she allowed Rilio to take the lead and decide what was and was not acceptable, they would both be fine.
"I trust you to know what's best for you, what's most comfortable - ", she replied, gently patting her hand against his side, where he'd led her to rest it. "Just ... tell me how you want me."
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Date: 2019-09-15 04:57 am (UTC)So, still paying close attention for any physiological signs from her that might indicate discomfort, he finished what he'd started: moved his arm gently between her and the mattress, until his shoulder was under her head. It brought their bodies nearly flush together. But he didn't press; he left that last little bit of distance up to her. He did tilt his head just enough that he felt the brush of her hair against his face. And his other arm, he brought up, so his hand could light carefully on her side, as she'd allowed hers to be guided onto his.
He said softly into her hair, "Still okay?"
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Date: 2019-09-15 05:20 am (UTC)She didn't tense again as he gathered her closer - not too close, but with just enough space between so as not to feel claustrophobic, space that she could breach if she felt comfortable enough to do so. Jyn didn't, though, not so soon, content enough to close her eyes and (guiltily) enjoy the slight weight and heat of his palm against her side.
"Mmhm. Still good. For you?"
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Date: 2019-09-15 05:36 am (UTC)Bodies were ridiculous. Lying wrapped up with someone else made you so much more compromised and vulnerable, to them and anything else; but it made you feel so much safer and secured.
Right now, he embraced the ridiculous. It had been so long since he'd felt this.
Out of nowhere, he thought suddenly of the phantom on the other side of the notes—the artifacts—the vibroblade. Wondered if (she?) they had ever had this, might be having it now with someone else, too.
His mind couldn't stray much, though. —Another benefit, another miracle. He could get outside himself and focus on her: her breathing, her shape, her warmth. He simultaneously felt he could fall into a deeper, more restorative sleep, and wanted to stay awake so he could stay aware of this; every moment.
The arm attached to the shoulder under her head bent a little, to be somewhat around her, resting lightly against her back—without trying to pull or gather her in closer. Just, there.
"Would have been nice to get here differently," he said softly, "but I'm glad to be here, right now."
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Date: 2019-09-15 06:17 am (UTC)By all rights, she should have done exactly the opposite. Rilio was a stranger, and despite the ordeal he had gone through, how could she trust that this was safe? Part of her felt ridiculous for giving in so easily to the desire for comfort ...
But a bigger part of her relished in it. It felt good, not being alone for once in her life. It felt good to trust enough in another person to let her guard down enough to be able to find some real rest, to offer him the same, even though she wasn't sure that she was any good at it at all.
Her fingers traced nondescript little patterns where they rested and she hummed softly in agreement - surprised to note that she really did feel much the same way. "Me, too."
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Date: 2019-09-15 11:33 am (UTC)He wanted suddenly to kiss her—not even her mouth, but her hair, her forehead. He refrained. But he resettled his head on the pillow and his face against her, so his cheek brushed and rested against the top of her head. …And it had something of the same feel. Good thank you.
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Date: 2019-09-15 03:32 pm (UTC)Warm. Comfortable and more content than she could ever remember feeling before. Safe. It brought a lump to her throat that she couldn't quite swallow back down, and slowly, she inched just a tiny bit closer, closing some of the already tiny gap between them.
...
Wasn't she supposed to be the one giving comfort instead of taking it? With a soft little sigh escaping her lips, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to enjoy it.
"You can rest now", she whispered, not wanting to disturb the peace of the moment. "I've got you."
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Date: 2019-09-16 02:55 am (UTC)His arm momentarily tightened, no more than a pulse, around her, before lying beside her again; no impediment should she want to move away. He breathed back, "I know. …You, too."
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Date: 2019-09-16 03:03 am (UTC)She shut her eyes tightly, sure that if she didn't, she would cry, and there would be no stopping the deluge once it began. All she could bring herself to say was a quiet, tired, "Thank you."
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Date: 2019-09-16 03:27 am (UTC)This time, hoping it communicated what it was meant to and nothing more, he did it. Tilted his face and pressed the lightest of quick kisses to the top of her head.
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Date: 2019-09-16 03:36 am (UTC)Her arm around his middle tightened slightly, not enough to hold him tight, but a wordless response to the kiss, that she felt it, that she appreciate it, that in the moment she was content and hoped he was, too.
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Date: 2019-09-16 04:29 am (UTC)And for as much as she thought she would be hyperaware and unable to rest ... soon enough, she found her eyelids heavy, her exhaustion catching up with her as she yawned and was pulled deeper into rest.
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Date: 2019-09-16 04:58 am (UTC)The water turned on and stayed on for a bit, and then turned off. And when he rejoined her in bed, she allowed his arms to curl around her, to urge her back right where she'd been.
"Feel better now?", she asked softly, her thumb brushing against his side.
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Date: 2019-09-16 05:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-09-16 05:23 am (UTC)But if he was feeling better after having gotten some sleep and a shower, he probably no longer needed her or the comfort she had been offering. And despite how much she wanted to return right back where she'd been, she wouldn't do anything to make him uncomfortable.
"Slept better than I've slept in years."
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Date: 2019-09-16 05:26 am (UTC)"I'm glad. Me, too."
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Date: 2019-09-16 05:46 am (UTC)"Will you be safe ... when you go?"
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Date: 2019-09-16 05:56 am (UTC)Safe.
The honest answer might be, Never.
…Or was it? When that was, for him more than for many… a choice? Even a goal?
(It could be pointed out that is was also less a choice for him than for others, still. So it was with… everything.)
Either way—whatever his life would be like if he didn't choose this one, better or worse—he chose to walk where others shouldn't have to. Which was rarely safe.
But from this threat, these assailants, she'd saved him. If he ever needed to reengage, he'd have better prep, a better plan, and possibly backup.
"I'll be able to get back to my people," he said softly, at last. "Thanks to you."
It was the best answer he could give. Even if it wasn't one.
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Date: 2019-09-16 06:07 am (UTC)Safe.
She hadn't felt safe since she was eight years old.
Until ...
Now.
Jyn didn't think that she needed to say anything else, and didn't think that what she had to say was something that Rilio didn't already know, but -
"Just be careful, yeah? Plenty of people out there looking to take advantage of others in whatever way they can."
And I can't always be there to watch out for you.
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Date: 2019-09-16 06:20 am (UTC)His heartbeat faltered a little. The faintest of tensions—apprehension?—ran through him. Though his voice was (practicedly) unchanged when he said quietly, "We're always looking for good people. If you're ever interested in… a job. With a group that tries to work against the ones taking advantage. …I'd certainly vouch for you."
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Date: 2019-09-16 06:42 am (UTC)...
She wanted to say yes, but at the same time, she felt that her only clear choice was exactly the opposite. The last thing she wanted was to stay somewhere for a long period of time, to put down roots that would make it impossible to pull up when she would eventually need to run again.
She wasn't meant for that life.
"Ask me again the next time you see me, okay?"
I'll say yes.
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Date: 2019-09-16 06:52 am (UTC)He tightened his arms around her again, and released again; a hug to indicate her words accepted. The matter closed. "Okay."
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