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."
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?"
"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."
"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.
"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."
"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."
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.
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.
"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.
"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."
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.
"Ah, you like that idea," he teases, just a little. It's nice to see her squirm a bit, better still to be the reason for it. "How hot do you like the water?"
It's a silly sort of thing, but important. He doesn't want to turn her into a lobster.
"What about close to, but not quite?" As interesting as it might be to play with the idea of her being overstimulated before they even get started, Cassian also ins't sure how much of this they'll manage outside of the tub in the first place.
He can always wait and see just what sort of happy medium they reach but in the meantime, there's untangling himself from her and getting up, naked and (mostly) unashamed about it, just to start running a bath in the attached tiny, tiled room.
There's an entire cabinet filled with small jars of salts and oils and Cassian perches on the edge of the tub as he turns each one in his hands. "Pink, purple, or blue?" He finally asks, when he can't narrow down the options any further.
Eventually they'll be back on Yavin where things are less...nice, and he wonders about that. Worries, really. Jyn deserves nice things and this place has been good for healing and distractions, but what happens after?
Jyn watches him walk away with rapt attention, lips pressed together to keep from smiling, gathering the pillow up in her arms eventually to hide her spreading grin. Once she hears the water start, she spreads herself across the mattress and wriggles around in helpless delight, tangling herself up in the sheets, pulling the pillow over her face to muffle a shriek of happiness, like she needs to let some out before she explodes.
It takes a second for her to answer him, dragging herself out of the blankets and wrapping the sheet around her like a glittering gown. She tip toes into the bathroom and, now that she is upright and not an over-excited puddle of hormones, it's easy to see the differencd in how she holds herself. Same perfect posture, but her spine doesn't seem to be made of steel anymore, something more willing and pliable. She holds the sheet to her chest, head tipping curiously.
"What are you going on about? Water hasn't got a color, elskede."
"But these oils do." He holds up the pink vial in particular, bemused smile at seeing her all wrapped up in the sheet like a princess of bedding. If it weren't for the promise of warm water and what was to come he'd be hard pressed not to just gather her up in his arms as she is and take her back to bed again.
"I didn't know there was even anything to add to baths." But she gives a shrug anyway, giving into confused indecision and forcing Cassian to choose for them. What she doesn't know about luxury could fill a thousand libraries. Worlds traveled does not mean worlds cultured.
Still, when she steps forward to sniff it, her eyes close for a moment and she's obviously enamored.
"Oh." Occasionally Cassian gets these glimpses into just how many creature comforts Jyn has missed out on in the course of her life, and this one at least is something he can fix.
So. He takes the vial and pours the entire contents into the water, watching it bubble and color in vivid swirls. The entire room swells with the scent of flowers and oils.
She looks almost nervous to test the water, but she lets the sheet fall like she is Obi Wan Kenobi his damn self, kicking it behind her and out of the way of any stray splashing, before she leans over to drag her hand through the water.
It's not hot enough, but it's hot so she supposes that's all she can ask for, marveling at the feel of the bubbles exploding against her bare skin.
"It's good, yeah. What if this stuff?" Her baths of old were far less dramatic. Water, soap if they were lucky, rinse off, the end. It was hardly ever a proper bath, either. Usually a shower, usually cold, but it was serviceable, got the job done.
"They're supposed to help your skin be softer when you come out of the water." A combination of some sort of salt and oil, he supposes, but it's just a guess; he doesn't know for certain. "And sparkle, a little." There's a thin sheen of glitter in the water, after all.
There is soap. Various soaps, actually, and things for the hair with neat little labels. Plus the giant, fluffy towels. "Want help in?"
She shakes her head, but when she draws her hand out and wipes in on her stomach it's as slippery as ice and she changes her mind. "Yeah, a hand would be good."
She wonders idly if the sparkle of this odd stuff is why the natives to this planet seem to be almost incandescent in the moonlight. She'll have to test that theory later. Maybe Cassian would join her for midnight skinny dipping. Somehow, that prompts a question, apropos of nothing. "Do they really talk about us?"
Cassian gives her a little smile and holds out his hands for her to take as she gets into the bathtub; he'll follow her in after. It isn't that he's hedging, exactly, or at least he tells himself he isn't, but moments pass and she's waiting for an answer so he sighs and nods. "They do."
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"Do you want to stay on top? Is that a silly question?"
Softly smirking.
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"No, I do not." Not that she makes any indication she's going to budge right now. "I want to try everything. Everywhere."
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"Me too." His smirk goes a little wry. "We are going to be insufferable, aren't we?"
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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.
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She tiptoes her fingers up his chest, dragging nails across his jaw. "Here is fun."
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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."
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"For now sounds perfect."
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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.
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But still. "Now?"
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"No, no, we don't have to wait." She tries for casual. She does not succeed.
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It's a silly sort of thing, but important. He doesn't want to turn her into a lobster.
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"Burning?" Is that an option. So hot that she can't breathe is usually what she favors but she doesn't know if that's reasonable right now.
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There's an entire cabinet filled with small jars of salts and oils and Cassian perches on the edge of the tub as he turns each one in his hands. "Pink, purple, or blue?" He finally asks, when he can't narrow down the options any further.
Eventually they'll be back on Yavin where things are less...nice, and he wonders about that. Worries, really. Jyn deserves nice things and this place has been good for healing and distractions, but what happens after?
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It takes a second for her to answer him, dragging herself out of the blankets and wrapping the sheet around her like a glittering gown. She tip toes into the bathroom and, now that she is upright and not an over-excited puddle of hormones, it's easy to see the differencd in how she holds herself. Same perfect posture, but her spine doesn't seem to be made of steel anymore, something more willing and pliable. She holds the sheet to her chest, head tipping curiously.
"What are you going on about? Water hasn't got a color, elskede."
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"Or we could just stick with the basics."
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Still, when she steps forward to sniff it, her eyes close for a moment and she's obviously enamored.
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So. He takes the vial and pours the entire contents into the water, watching it bubble and color in vivid swirls. The entire room swells with the scent of flowers and oils.
"Tell me if this is hot enough."
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It's not hot enough, but it's hot so she supposes that's all she can ask for, marveling at the feel of the bubbles exploding against her bare skin.
"It's good, yeah. What if this stuff?" Her baths of old were far less dramatic. Water, soap if they were lucky, rinse off, the end. It was hardly ever a proper bath, either. Usually a shower, usually cold, but it was serviceable, got the job done.
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There is soap. Various soaps, actually, and things for the hair with neat little labels. Plus the giant, fluffy towels. "Want help in?"
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She wonders idly if the sparkle of this odd stuff is why the natives to this planet seem to be almost incandescent in the moonlight. She'll have to test that theory later. Maybe Cassian would join her for midnight skinny dipping. Somehow, that prompts a question, apropos of nothing. "Do they really talk about us?"
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