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[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.

[realists]

Jyn feels whole for the first time in... forever. Hollowed out so all the bad parts are gone and filled up with something new and wonderful and beautiful. She knows it won't last, but she's grateful the moments exist at all.

She doesn't say anything as she tries to slow her breathing, in time with his movements across her back, nosing at his throat affectionately. She does not realize that silence because she is too tired and breathless to speak was one of those things he asked for.

Serendipitous though.

[ouzel]

He chuckles, because her breath tickles against his skin, but he tucks his cheek in against her hair anyway just in case she was thinking of pulling away. Both arms come up to her shoulders to wrap around her and maybe it's odd, to embrace her after this, but.

Well. It's happening, either way.

With her close Cassian presses a kiss to her forehead.

[realists]

Jyn doesn't find it odd. Jyn also had no intention of moving from this exact spot so it all worked perfectly. She can feel a chill run up her spine as the sweat on their still bodies catches the air. She nestles into him, feeling the tenderness of her cheeks from his stubble. After a long while, heartbeat finally steady and sure, she braces her forearms against his chest to look down at him; hair a disheveled halo, cheeks pink, eyes glowing, mouth solemn.

"Let's go again."

Time to play the is Jyn serious or teasing game!

[ouzel]

There's a noise of surprise, because Cassian is still feeling boneless and pre-verbal, but he does reach up and run his finger along her cheek.

"Do you want to stay on top? Is that a silly question?"

Softly smirking.

[realists]

She coaxes her expression into something mock offended, but she still looks so blissfully relaxed and carefree it doesn't really work. The crease between her eyes softens in seconds.

"No, I do not." Not that she makes any indication she's going to budge right now. "I want to try everything. Everywhere."

[ouzel]

He has to chuckle at that, reaching up to run his fingers through her hair in the hopes of smoothing it down just a little. Possibly a lost cause, but, well. It's an excuse to touch.

"Me too." His smirk goes a little wry. "We are going to be insufferable, aren't we?"

[realists]

"You're already insufferable," she reminds him sweetly. Jyn might definitely become a little more insufferable. "But we could always stay in bed and never leave and then no would have to suffer. I'll give up everywhere for all the time."

[ouzel]

"Am I really?" He knows what her answer will be, so he's not sure why he's asking. "And here I thought I was easygoing."

The idea of staying in bed with her, forever, is appealing, but: "We'll have to eat sometime." Unless she just wants to fuck to death which...ok he has some reservations about that idea.

[realists]

"I'm not very hungry," she counters, though Jyn isn't often hungry anymore and since Cassian is usually the one trying to coax her to eat it's not a particularly good argument. "Come on, Cassian. Everything out there is boring. But here?"

She tiptoes her fingers up his chest, dragging nails across his jaw. "Here is fun."

[ouzel]

"I know," is all he says to that, because he does and he worries and telling her the latter might burst the little bubble they've created between them right now.

Still. She touches, he shudders, and he knows that he would probably give her anything she wanted if she asked. Even this, an escape from his life in her arms instead. "Okay," Cassian says thickly. "For now."

[realists]

For now is good enough for Jyn, shifting the tiniest bit so she is not directly on top of him, but remains curled against him. Her eyes close, kissing his chest where she can hear his heart beat.

"For now sounds perfect."

[ouzel]

Cassian has no protests towards this, just a silent bemusement that she does, actually, like him enough for all this. That sharing a bed with him is more than just the anxiety of not knowing where the other is, the uselessness of trying to sleep. It's selfish, he thinks, but he's never had someone he could learn before.

He wants to learn everything she likes, just so he can make it even better.

"We should take a bath," he says after some minutes have passed.

[realists]

"We already took a shower." This is untrue, of course, sitting under the cold spray of the shower doesn't count and then they proceeded to get nice and sweaty so a bath would probably be the best course of action.

But still. "Now?"

[ouzel]

"We sat under cold water and got our clothes wet while doing nothing fun," is Cassian's retort to that. Still, he smiles at her. "I want to taste you and I think it'd be better after a bath. But I can wait, if you want."

[realists]

Oh boy howdy that was not what she was expecting to hear and she squirms against him at the idea of it, legs twists across each other, a rush of a breath, feeling hot all over.

"No, no, we don't have to wait." She tries for casual. She does not succeed.