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."
"About how much sex they assume we're having but it's really just one of us screaming from a nightmare?" Probably, now that she thinks about it. Probably also why those communications fellows were so scared of her when that was how she'd woken up earlier. She sighs as she sinks into the hot water and only half of if is unhappy.
"What do they talk about?" Not caring doesn't mean she's not curious and, honestly, part of her cares.
"That is definitely one of the topics." Cassian climbs into the bath behind her, letting his legs bracket hers, and, okay. He can see the benefit of scalding water, perhaps, but then they'd probably just sleep after. Right?
Right.
"There's a betting pool on how long it takes until we get married." So there's that.
"Is there?" That doesn't sound so bad, honestly, and she leans back against him, nestling herself against his chest. If they hadn't had this discussion before -- and if she weren't sure she'd scared him to death with the idea -- she would suggest they have a go at it on the day selected by someone they like. Well, someone Cassian liked. Might as well line the pockets of a friend.
"Yeah," and he goes quiet for a little while, considering the last time they did talk about it. Lacing his fingers in hers and letting himself breathe for a moment. "Well. It's more like a timeline."
"A timeline." That doesn't really make sense to Jyn and her voice pitches up at the end of the word in question. The fingers of her free hand comb idly through the bubbles, still entranced by the feel of them against her skin. Today has been an adventure of new things and while she hasn't exactly taken the time to savor them, she's doing so now, reveling in the feel of herself pressed against Cassian's bare, slick skin, heartbeat stuttering to frantic life at the memory of his hands on her, inside her. It makes her knees feel like jelly and she is glad that she's sitting down already. A memory is making her feel like she's on fire, why did she wait so long to... no use beating herself up about it now.
His arm settles somewhere around her waist and while he knows the water and his physiology are going to make sitting so close an interesting sort of thing, he doesn't want her to move away at all. Selfish, certainly, but he thinks they deserve selfish things shared by one another.
When he saw her in that shower he'd never have imagined the day would play out like this. His other arm drapes along the edge of the bathtub, finger tracing light patterns against her skin.
"Like this: will they marry, will it be here, will it be by Mon Mothma, will Draven be there? Will it be on the beach, I told Matine that one needs to go, will they continue to be a unit, will I take the promotion, will you officially join, will we both leave instead. It's...like a tree, or a web, all these branching parts. Very complex."
It may be very complex, but Jyn takes that as a challenge and decides to answer all the questions and considerations and so she is silent for a while, thinking about her answers before she blurts them all out.
"Yes, maybe, probably not, if you'd like, no, always, you should, not likely, no."
Yes, they will marry, eventually she thinks, hopes. Maybe it will be here, she doesn't think it's likely they'll go anywhere else and she's grown fond of this place. She respects Mon Mothma, but she feels no particular ties to her involvement. General Draven can suck her dick, but she knows he means a lot to Cassian and she will not make that decision for him. Fuck the beach. They will always be a unit, a team, partners. She thinks Cassian deserves a promotion, though she likely won't stop calling him Captain. The rebellion is important to her but she doesn't feel like she needs to have rank to have a stake in the fight.
No, she doesn't think they'll both leave, they've lost too much already.
Her head tips back to look at him. "Did I get them all?"
There's a chuckle at her sudden elimination of prospective futures with a yes, no, maybe scale; Cassian reaches for her hand and tangles their fingers together, squeezing briefly before shifting forward and kissing her shoulder.
"I don't think I want a promotion but I also don't think I have a lot of say in the matter. You won't join?" He's curious about that, a little. "But you'll fight. That I knew." He smiles at her.
"You got them all. Do you want to get married here?"
"I don't have an opinion one way or another. I like it here, but." But she doesn't care, that's not the important part to her. "It's up to you."
As for the rebellion. "I don't trust things. I believe in the rebellion, but I don't believe in the Alliance and I can't be part of some of the things they do." Some of the things they made him do, tried to make him do. "I'll fight," she agrees, and she will follow him anywhere. But she won't be a passive member of someone else's resistance.
"It's not the sort of thing I ever expected to be doing." So. He'll have to think about it, he guesses, or at least until he throws up his hands and goes with what is convenient.
"Okay." He wonders what that means for him. For this promotion they keep pushing at him.
"You should take that promotion." She wants him to know she's serious about that. "They need people in power that are brave and kind and good. You lead by example. We're the only ones left." Of their impromptu rogue squadron. "You need to remind them to fight with their conscience."
Which is perhaps odd considering what his job used to be, but she remembers why all those men teamed up with the rest of their ragtag crew and she doesn't want that to get lost. They deserve to fight for themselves as much as they fight for the rebellion.
"Yeah? How long until I become just like the people who ordered me, who turned a blind eye to what I'd done? You can justify a lot with war." Granted, it's not him saying no, just voicing his concerns. To that point: "You gonna help keep me honest?"
She slips forward so she can twist around in the bath and kneel in front of him. "Me and Bodhi." Perhaps not the best topic to bring up, their dead friend, especially considering their current and very naked position. But in for a penny, in for a pound. "Be brave and listen to your heart."
He pushes a hand through his hair, the damp heat making it curl even tighter than normal. She has a good viewpoint of watching his face as Bodhi's name brings him to a strange place of emotional turmoil, heightened really by the fact that they're naked and sharing a moment. "I'm not as brave as either of you."
"I'm not brave," Jyn says with a bark of laughter, shaking her head, pulling herself forward and effectively drape across him. "I can be, with you, but not on my own."
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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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"What do they talk about?" Not caring doesn't mean she's not curious and, honestly, part of her cares.
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Right.
"There's a betting pool on how long it takes until we get married." So there's that.
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"What sort of timeline?"
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When he saw her in that shower he'd never have imagined the day would play out like this. His other arm drapes along the edge of the bathtub, finger tracing light patterns against her skin.
"Like this: will they marry, will it be here, will it be by Mon Mothma, will Draven be there? Will it be on the beach, I told Matine that one needs to go, will they continue to be a unit, will I take the promotion, will you officially join, will we both leave instead. It's...like a tree, or a web, all these branching parts. Very complex."
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"Yes, maybe, probably not, if you'd like, no, always, you should, not likely, no."
Yes, they will marry, eventually she thinks, hopes. Maybe it will be here, she doesn't think it's likely they'll go anywhere else and she's grown fond of this place. She respects Mon Mothma, but she feels no particular ties to her involvement. General Draven can suck her dick, but she knows he means a lot to Cassian and she will not make that decision for him. Fuck the beach. They will always be a unit, a team, partners. She thinks Cassian deserves a promotion, though she likely won't stop calling him Captain. The rebellion is important to her but she doesn't feel like she needs to have rank to have a stake in the fight.
No, she doesn't think they'll both leave, they've lost too much already.
Her head tips back to look at him. "Did I get them all?"
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"I don't think I want a promotion but I also don't think I have a lot of say in the matter. You won't join?" He's curious about that, a little. "But you'll fight. That I knew." He smiles at her.
"You got them all. Do you want to get married here?"
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As for the rebellion. "I don't trust things. I believe in the rebellion, but I don't believe in the Alliance and I can't be part of some of the things they do." Some of the things they made him do, tried to make him do. "I'll fight," she agrees, and she will follow him anywhere. But she won't be a passive member of someone else's resistance.
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"Okay." He wonders what that means for him. For this promotion they keep pushing at him.
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Which is perhaps odd considering what his job used to be, but she remembers why all those men teamed up with the rest of their ragtag crew and she doesn't want that to get lost. They deserve to fight for themselves as much as they fight for the rebellion.
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She slips forward so she can twist around in the bath and kneel in front of him. "Me and Bodhi." Perhaps not the best topic to bring up, their dead friend, especially considering their current and very naked position. But in for a penny, in for a pound. "Be brave and listen to your heart."
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