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It takes her a second to nod, easily distracted by literally everything happening all at once. She's currently deciding if he smells like her or if she smells like him so when she answers her voice soft and thready. "Yeah, uh, yes."

Same answer to both questions, really, and she pushes forward a little to urge him in that direction.

He can't turn around that would just be...foolish, maybe, or at the least asking for trouble so he walks backwards until his legs hit the bed and sits down.

Cassian's hands find Jyn's and he pulls her towards him with every intention on laying next to her, possibly under the blankets, definitely without the towels.

As stubborn and obstinate as she can be, Jyn follows his every invitation. Part of her had always been willing to trust him despite the facts of her entire life telling her not to, but now it's impossible not to trust him. If he wants to lay down, she will happily lay down with him, swapping her towel cloak for the blanket and tossing the towel to the floor.

(She is, as ever, opposed to wet towels in bed.)

"I meant it, you know. What I said before." That she seems to struggle to say in her own language. It was so much easier to say it in Cassian's tongue, it's stuck in her throat now.

Wet towels in bed are an abomination under the stars, so Cassian understands. As it is he holds up one end of the blankets so she can curl in as much as she likes. For the most part he just wants to be near her, as always, but he also has the underlying drive towards contact. Usually he's fine being more passive about it, letting her dictate what sort of touch and what happens where.

Now, though. She calls her declaration of love 'it', and Cassian wraps his arms around her, pulling her in close.

"I do know."

You know, she is perfectly happy to go with the flow for once, chin resting against his chest so she can look at him. "And if you wanted to never stop saying your bit, I would be quite fine with that."

Jyn Erso's Guide to: asking your boyfriend to say he loves you again without asking your boyfriend to say he loves you again. She's about as terrible at romance as you'd imagine her father would be.

Cassian tilts his neck and head down in order to kiss her on the forehead, her nose, her lips. Chest warm where Jyn is pressed against him and it's if his body can't decide between aroused or comfortable and so heads toward this middle stage where his limbs tangle with hers instead.

To that point, he captures one of her legs between his own.

"I love you, Jyn Erso." She drives him a little crazy and steals his food, but he loves her, and isn't that something? He'd imagined that he would die without knowing what that really felt like.

She would apologize because he really got the short straw in this relationship, honestly. She's a terrible, selfish person, reckless and thoughtless, and her abandonment issues have their own abandonment issues. Maybe he was hit on the head one too many times. But Jyn is selfish enough that she will never remind him that he deserves far better than her.

Instead she curls against him, fingers tracing across the muscles of his chest, unmarked skin and scarring both, exploring rarely mapped skin like she's the first bold explorer to plant her flag and claim Cassian as her own. Is she? She doesn't ask.

"Thank you."

She is not the first to touch but she is the first to touch and know his name, what he does, the first to have a glimpse into who he really is and how he came to be that way. She is the first he hasn't been lying to, on one level or another, and that is very important to him.

Perhaps he deserves better but he doesn't think his actions in his lifetime warrant that kind of thinking. Plus there's this one little detail: he's happy. Jyn Erso stirs happiness from the depths of a person who wasn't sure they were deserving of such a thing.

Still, he shudders a little under her touch but makes no move to stop her. That would be the opposite of what he wants, anyway.

"Te amo. I love you and I'm not letting go of that for anything."

"Elskede," she breathes, drawing the endearment out to make it sound like a complaint, flush turning her cheeks pink even though she asked for exactly this. Her hand flattens again his chest briefly, feeling warm all over, but after a moment of pause she continues her exploration.

Her forehead wrinkles when she encounters a particularly pronounced scar. "What happened here?"

He laughs, a little, at the endearment. 'Friend' indeed; but her blush is rather attractive and he watches that color spread across her skin and feels more than a little proud of that.

One arm stays wrapped around her, finger drawing circles against the skin on her back, while the other tucks under his head.

"Stabbed." A sigh. "In my sleep. Not a pleasant experience. It was before Kay was around."

She frowns. Intellectually, she knows that his life has been just as dangerous as hers, more so even, but his scars are so much worse than hers and it pains her that she can't do anything to erase those scars. Leaning over, she presses a kiss against the scar, breath warm and heavy against his skin. A trail of full, lingering kisses across his chest brings her back to settle in her original position. She looks up at him under her lashes, pressing one last kiss against his skin.

"How did you meet him?"

"Like so many Imperials he tried to kill me," Cassian says with a smile, but his eyes are a little wide, heart racing and pupils blown from her kisses. Shifting his hips a little he leans down and kisses the tip of her nose.

"I was stuck planetside for a week, without a lot to keep me occupied. I figured the worst I could do was completely fuck up the programming but gave it a shot anyway."

He shuts his eyes. "The first time I laughed he thought I was dying."

"Well, you may have fouled up some of the programming. His first calculation about me was wrong -- I wouldn't use the blaster on you, that would have been a waste of power when I could have just punched you out." She sounds fond, though, turning the way she's draped across him into a firm hug.

There's a laugh at that, and Cassian hugs her back, swallowing thickly. "There's a backup." Cassian isn't sure who was more paranoid about losing everything Kay was, the bot or himself. "Though he did promise to make my life miserable if I put him in a maintenance droid."

Too short, for one thing.

"I'm sure we can find another security droid that could do with a loving home." She is so unapposed to hollowing out another Imperial droid to pop K-2 inside, she will beat it up herself if she has to.

"I could find one if you'd like." She would be willing to be apart to bring his best friend back.

"Not without me," he states quickly so, apparently, Cassian is not okay with that idea. "No missions alone, okay? Promise?"

"Yeah, I promise." Her frown is concerned so she braces her cold toes against his calf and stretches up to kiss him hard and fast, steady and reassuring. She'd vetoed her going off on her own ages ago so she can't fault him for the same sentiment. "No solo missions.

He shudders, bringing his shoulders up towards his ears, but his expression has changed to a smile by the time she kisses him. "Thank you." Part of him feels bad - it's not that he doesn't believe her capable!

If something happened to her, however, and he was somewhere else? He probably wouldn't handle it very well.

"De nada," Jyn says with a dismissive wave of her hand, sinking back into her original spot and tangling herself up with him again. She's found a place here that she is more than content in, if Cassian is willing to wait, so is she.

Which is still new, her patience. But she also knows, however humbling and occasionally annoying the fact is, that she is a better doubles partner than she is a singles player. She still wants to fight the entire galaxy, but she wants to fight it with Cassian sighing in exasperation next to her.

There's a subtler ghost of a shudder this time, along his spine as she moves closer again, his nerves lighting up with each point of contact. Somewhere during the course of the conversation his mind had allowed himself to forget there wasn't much by way of clothing happening between them right now.

"Are you warm?" Is she going to attack him with her cold toes, he considers the moment after he asks her.

Predictable to a fault, that is exactly how she answers, laughing softly and cuddling closer. "I'm freezing, if you've any ideas to keep me warm."

Her tone is obviously teasing; she is curled around her very own space heater, she is perfectly content under the blankets and wrapped up in Cassian.

"I always have ideas," he admits softly, but there's no action behind it other than to curl in a little when her toes find his legs. How her feet are always so cold is a mystery to him, but he's fine capturing them between his calves in order to warm them up.

There's more he could say in that vein, he supposes, but at some point he'd decided that he would wait for her to take the first steps in that direction, be it tonight or tomorrow or months from now. Instead he presses his lips to her forehead.

She doesn't let him get away with such a vague answer, expression plainly expectant and waiting. "What kind of ideas, Cassian?"

"The kind of things that have kept people warm for centuries." He looks at her, holding her gaze. "The kind of things everyone assumes we're already up to."

"Do they?" She would have to talk to... anyone... to suss out any assumptions they may or may not have about the remaining two members of Rogue One so, of course, she has no idea they're even a topic of discussion.

Stretching up, she presses a kiss to his jaw, nosing again his ear and whispering: "I'd hate to disappoint them." She doesn't care about them at all, even one iota of care. Her teeth catch his earlobe, a playful little tug between her teeth before she soothes the spot with a lazy kiss.

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