What was more beautiful… her breathing, the movement of her hips, the sound of her voice affirming and encouraging more… He needed her, he needed to breathe her in. He bent his face to her throat to do so; tracing the curve of her neck with his nose and lips; taking her in like she was coming up from underwater; managing to whisper back, "Good," with all the breathless intensity and mutualness of feeling as hers had been. And he began to kiss her neck, arch from shoulder to jaw, under and behind her ear, along her throat, everywhere he wanted to feel her skin on his lips, her pulse, her scent, slaking his thirst for her. And in her lap, his devoted lapping of her hard pulse there with his finger picked up. Rubbing was too forceful and clumsy a word; he fluidly stroked and swirled her there, the gentle pad of his finger never breaking contact, making the stimulation uninterrupted, like flowing water… and, daring a little, another of his fingers curved inward, brushing her lower, and, through her underclothes, dipping a little, the slightest push into her softest warmth.
Jyn had enough presence of mind to tip her chin up, allowing more access to her neck and shoulder, her breathing all the more labored as he lavished attention to parts of her body that she never would have imagined could bring her such intense pleasure, her heart pounding and her head spinning with every press of lips to heated skin.
She shivered under the ministration of his fingers, too, every teasing swipe more than enough to send sparks rocketing through her nervous system, hitting each nerve ending in turn, leaving her gasping in their wake.
And then she felt another finger slip a little lower, felt the initial exploratory press inside - something that even she had never done herself - and couldn't help the low, keening whine as it forced its way past her parted lips.
He put his mouth where her pulse beat in her throat; feeding it warmth, feeling it through him in time with his own thudding heart; following where she flexed, where she gave him room, with his breath and lips and tongue and everything; torn between wanting to replace his fingers with his mouth upon her there but also relishing this right now, the scent of her, the taste, where he already was…
And then that keening sound undid him totally, and he met her lips with his, no less focused on giving but also allowing, from himself, a little more need. Then began to kiss his way down her body; eyes frequently flickering up to hers in tacit request for permission. Until his lips reached her waistband, and his free hand (not so meticulously, most importantly devoted) raised to it, fingers curving a little, not enough to actually push it, just enough to make the intention plain; and he didn't just raise his eyes to hers but his voice again—if only managing a breathy whisper: "May I?"
Jyn hadn't known that she still had the capability to feel. But every press of lips to skin caused the blood in her veins to catch fire, and every brush of fingers against slick skin had her shivering as sparks cascaded from the top of her spine all the way down. It was too much, too much, too much and yet not enough and she didn't want it to have to end.
And any lingering guilt she may have felt about taking advantage or his doing this only as a result of the after-effects of what he'd been dosed with, but when he was suddenly kissing her into incoherence, his own desire as clearly obvious as hers, she felt the last vestiges of that worry slowly fade way.
Breathless, wanting, she watched as he blazed a trail down her trembling torso, keeping her eyes focused on his, silently granting the permission to continue that he was looking for. It was only where he reached his intended destination that he broke eye contact, and Jyn closed hers, taking a deep breath in the hopes that it would calm her overworked and overwrought nerves.
His breath wafted across her skin one more time, and goosebumps cropped up in their wake. Jyn shivered pleasantly, her voice low and raspy when she found enough of it to reply, "Please - ".
Suffused with trust, belief as much as desire… he believed her. They trusted each other. They were here together, both wanting the same way, the same things
—Jactna, shavit, idiot, you've known her no more than ten hours…
To that part of his brain he easily said, I don't care.
He trusted her. He believed her. When she so thrillingly reassured and urged him on.
As—lovingly?—as he'd done everything else, he gently pulled down her last layer of clothes. Keeping his fingertips on her as if monitoring her pulse… and he was, in a way, but not dispassionately, not clinically. Just making sure, as he leaned in to her again, that she still was with him, wanting the same.
And kept doing so until his lips met her skin again, and he began kissing her as deeply and completely as before, in this new place.
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Date: 2020-01-15 09:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-01-28 07:26 am (UTC)She shivered under the ministration of his fingers, too, every teasing swipe more than enough to send sparks rocketing through her nervous system, hitting each nerve ending in turn, leaving her gasping in their wake.
And then she felt another finger slip a little lower, felt the initial exploratory press inside - something that even she had never done herself - and couldn't help the low, keening whine as it forced its way past her parted lips.
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Date: 2020-02-02 09:50 am (UTC)And then that keening sound undid him totally, and he met her lips with his, no less focused on giving but also allowing, from himself, a little more need. Then began to kiss his way down her body; eyes frequently flickering up to hers in tacit request for permission. Until his lips reached her waistband, and his free hand (not so meticulously, most importantly devoted) raised to it, fingers curving a little, not enough to actually push it, just enough to make the intention plain; and he didn't just raise his eyes to hers but his voice again—if only managing a breathy whisper: "May I?"
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Date: 2020-02-09 08:54 pm (UTC)And any lingering guilt she may have felt about taking advantage or his doing this only as a result of the after-effects of what he'd been dosed with, but when he was suddenly kissing her into incoherence, his own desire as clearly obvious as hers, she felt the last vestiges of that worry slowly fade way.
Breathless, wanting, she watched as he blazed a trail down her trembling torso, keeping her eyes focused on his, silently granting the permission to continue that he was looking for. It was only where he reached his intended destination that he broke eye contact, and Jyn closed hers, taking a deep breath in the hopes that it would calm her overworked and overwrought nerves.
His breath wafted across her skin one more time, and goosebumps cropped up in their wake. Jyn shivered pleasantly, her voice low and raspy when she found enough of it to reply, "Please - ".
How did I lose this?? Ack! Sorry!! But I did just massively enjoy rereading all of it ^_^ ^_^ <3
Date: 2020-03-03 09:57 am (UTC)Suffused with trust, belief as much as desire… he believed her. They trusted each other. They were here together, both wanting the same way, the same things
—Jactna, shavit, idiot, you've known her no more than ten hours…
To that part of his brain he easily said, I don't care.
He trusted her. He believed her. When she so thrillingly reassured and urged him on.
As—lovingly?—as he'd done everything else, he gently pulled down her last layer of clothes. Keeping his fingertips on her as if monitoring her pulse… and he was, in a way, but not dispassionately, not clinically. Just making sure, as he leaned in to her again, that she still was with him, wanting the same.
And kept doing so until his lips met her skin again, and he began kissing her as deeply and completely as before, in this new place.