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[ouzel]

Cassian squirms a little beneath her, almost laughing at her bite, because of course she'd say that with teeth. Of course she would.

"While I appreciate the gentleness, I'm made of stronger stuff than that. Unless you're planning on softly teasing me to death, in which case, ignore that I said anything."

[realists]

"Have you recovered enough to be teased to death?" A slow question peppered with a series of kisses up his throat, across his jaw, a teasing curiosity giving her tone a playful quality that is about as rare as either of them sleeping through the night.

Her hips finally settle firmly against his with a slight swivel, breath hitching against his skin. She could tease him to death, but she wouldn't make it.

[ouzel]

"I would like to think so," he murmurs, letting his eyes slide shut and committing these moments to memory. The feel of her lips against his skin, for one. "We could certainly find out."

He takes a sharp breath in, opening his eyes to look at her.

[realists]

With some reluctance, Jyn pries her hand from his, but only to lift his hand and deposit it firmly against her hip. It can stay there now, she's decided. After a couple of seconds she nudges it down a little further. Yeah, that's better.

"Give a shot then?" So romantic, this one.

[ouzel]

Cassian does not, to his benefit, laugh at her decision on getting things started; he's quite happy to have a handful of ass, thank you very much, and pinches one cheek because he can and in order to make her twitch a little, if at all possible.

He leans up, ghosting breath against her cheek, her ear. Taking her earlobe between his teeth he runs his tongue along the soft curve before burying his face in the side of her neck. Cassian is pretty sure that his facial hair is going to leave a swath of red skin in his wake, and he's also pretty sure he likes that idea.

At the skin just above her collarbone he bites down, less gently than she had done to him, and sucking a small bruise into her skin. "Like this?"

[realists]

She squirms and makes a face at him as if offended when she put his hand there in the first place, but then he's leaving a path of skin tickled pink by his stubble and she seems to stifle a gasp in defiant protest. She will not give in so easily!

But oh, she will, entire body softening against him in the worst betrayal she can think of. Her voice is worse, a shaky whisper. "Please."

[ouzel]

Well. Please is not something he hears from her very often, so Cassian savors the sound as he works his way down her chest, leaving stubble burns and little bruises in his wake. It's easy to lean into her, to breathe the smell of her in and enjoy the taste of her skin, and the hand she didn't move ends up on the other side of her waist.

He drags fingernails down her thigh once his mouth reaches her nipple, rolling his tongue over sensitive skin. He watches her expression when he bites down, more gentle than he'd been with her skin.

[realists]

She almost wriggles right out of her skin, cheeks flushed and eyes squeezed tightly shut like if she opens them this will all turn out to be a dream and she is not ready for that kind of disappointment. His nails scrape against her soft skin, rough tongue and gentle teeth again her breast and her eyes flash open with a gasp she cannot begin to keep at bay.

She swears in some language, in many, and digs her nails into his shoulder.

[ouzel]

A chuckle starts somewhere in his chest at her reaction, but he keeps dragging his tongue over her nipple until it's hard and firm in his mouth. Then he moves towards the center of her chest, leaving kisses and little bites in his wake, before choosing the other nipple to torment for a while.

His hands have moved to the inside of her thighs, still leaving thin welts from his fingernails as he tries to encourage her to open her legs just a little wider.

[realists]

Her fingers twist into his hair, tightening briefly in a way that she knows will be painful as if protesting his laughter, but she's also incredibly unwilling to tell him to stop. Breath as unsteady as her stuttering heartbeat.

She bends to his will with an enthusiasm that borders on eager, one that she'd be embarrassed by if he hadn't stripped her of that shame already.

[ouzel]

Fortunately for her, or maybe for himself, Cassian doesn't mind a little pain; he hisses, sure, but continues using teeth and tongue to tease tender flesh - say that five times fast - until one nipple is just as hard as the other.

His cock is hard beneath her but he ignores it for the moment, choosing instead to reach between them and press against the folds of her skin with two fingers. Kisses migrating to her throat again, he explores her warm, swollen skin until he finds her clit and presses against it with the pads of his fingers. HIs other hand stays on her thigh, pressing down to keep the space between them at a minimum.

[realists]

She's distracted by all the sensations but then suddenly all her senses converge on a single point, balanced on his fingertip like a torch setting her on fire while the rest of her melts like sugar bubbling into caramel.

"Fuck, Cassian." Her head falls heavily against his chest like she's praying, breath nothing more then helpless pants and puffs. She means to say something else, but it turns to a sigh after it passes her lips, deliciously undone by a touch.

[ouzel]

"We will," he promises, because that is definitely the goal here, but in the meantime he wants to unwind her more than a little. Wants to watch her fall apart and then help her fall apart again. To that end his fingers continue, hips rising and falling in slight motion, creating friction and warmth between them.

Cassian kisses the top of her head and after a moment, his fingers slide back and in while the heel of his palm continues to rub against her.

[realists]

She swears again, caught on a laugh that shades into another gasp of surprise. Her legs tremble, threatening to give way, but Jyn finds her voice again, her familiar stubbornness.

"Now." It's not plea or supplication, it's a downright demand, lifting her head to look at him as her hips press down to meet him. Perhaps the weeks of dancing around it made it too much for Jyn to bear, but she has passed every moment where she is capable of waiting any longer. Cassian seems quite capable of waiting and she refuses. "Now."

[ouzel]

"Bossy," he counters, withdrawing his fingers from her and then. "I had plans." But it's just teasing, as it takes only a moment to do as she demands, hands now against her hips. He first thrust into her comes at the same time as a hand moves up to her cheek, watching her face, memorizing it.

He never wants to forget this.

The heat of her has him shuddering out a breath as he kisses her, gentle in contrast to the way his hips snap up in the next moment.

[realists]

She almost sighs in disappointment as his fingers leave her, but then her bossiness is rewarded. Joy rises in Jyn's eyes, dark and heavy with desire, lips parted in a helpless, guileless happiness. His kiss is gentle bit hers are greedy and shameless, hungry for more of him, for all of him, hips rotating down as if to take in more and more like it's infinite.

[ouzel]

The hand at her waist moves until his arm is wrapping around her, the other hand has fingers tangled in her hair, and he moves against her while she kisses him like there may be no tomorrow, and there may not yet be, so. He matches her kisses, lets those last vestiges of controlling how he's seen fall away.

After a moment he leans into her, forcing her to tilt back just a little in his lap. It's been too long since he's wanted blindly and been given gladly without pretending to be someone else for other reasons. "I love you," he reminds her, reminds himself, because this combination of events is something akin to a miracle in his life.

[realists]

Her knees tighten against his hips as a little ripple of pleasure washes over her, a shiver of delight more at his words than at his movement. Will that ever get old or will every time she hears it feel like the first time, warmth bursting in her chest like a supernova.

"You're stupid," she answers, faded fabric of her shaky breath making it sound like a singsong compliment and maybe that's what it's supposed to be. It certainly makes her happy. "Jeg elsker dig."

[ouzel]

"Yes," is all he offers in response to that, to both those things. He thinks he could live a lifetime of saying yes to her, in any number of ways but especially this one. He loves her, he's stupid about it, and she loves him back.

Yes.

He bites at her lips and kisses the tip of her nose, keeps moving but occasionally losing rhythm, losing himself in her and regaining control degree by slipping degree.

[realists]

Jyn's ability to relax enough to let go is something of a joke. Sex can still be stress relief without release, but in Cassian's arms, Jyn doesn't feel that familiar need to run. Instead she feels a fire building inside of her, bubbling sugar again, an intensity that is almost too much. It builds and builds and builds until she thinks she's going to burst, trembling on the edge of some windy precipice.

"Cassian, I--"

[ouzel]

The hand at her cheek moves between them, fingers finding her clit again and rubbing hard as his teeth find the place where her jaw meets her throat. "Te mantengo, Jyn, I have you." Licking her skin where he's bitten her. "This is how much I love you."

[realists]

Part of her doesn't want this to end, not the first time, and she clings on with all the willpower she has in her, clinging to the precipice with failing fingers. "Don't stop talking," she pants, "not basic."

Fuck basic. She wants the melodic temptation of his beautiful voice to carry her over the edge, a reminder that it's Cassian.

[ouzel]

He moves his hand so that it's his thumb pressing against her, kisses her again.

"No tienes idea de cuánto tiempo he querido esto. ¿Cómo volveremos a no tocarnos siempre? Eres tan caliente, tan abierto para mí. Quiero arrastrar mi lengua a través de tu cuerpo hasta que grites mi nombre.

¿Quieres venir por mí?

Te amo. Quiero follarte hasta que estemos exhaustos y no podamos hablar."

[realists]

She has no idea what he is saying, but it tastes like spice and fire and makes her head spin, dizzy and breathless and she can feel her resolve crumble into dust.

The orgasm takes her like a storm, pulling her under before she can even begin to fight it. Her arms give way, collapsing again hist chest as she cries out, fire spreading down her limbs, all the way to her fingertips. She's rocked by aftershocks, legs shaking, entire body trembling.

"I love you," she murmurs, voice a rasp, repeating herself over and over and over and over again like it's a mantra.

[ouzel]

"Te amo," he replies, because getting his brain to switch languages right now is a roll of the dice instead of a focused effort; his focused effort is lost in the spaces between her breaths, the weight of her in his arms.

He knows he won't be able to keep up much longer before his nervous system gleefully overloads. In fact it is one of those aftershocks that finally pushes him past the edge, hips still rocking into her even as he buries his face in her hair. His fingers leave her clit and his hands rub large circles on the expanse of her back as he tries to work himself back into his own skin.

It's more difficult than he would have expected. He feels like a live wire left lying too close to running water, with everything he is threatening to spill out of him in an instant.