He's seen her bare a thousand and more times, but his eyes still travel up her chest when her shirt goes flying, only this time she does not give him the time to linger, shoving him backwards and climbing into his lap.
Which is perfectly fine. His hands don't quite settle; they wander as they stabilize her, curving into her waist, tracing the edge of her hip, all places he knows very intimately and can find without looking - which is good, because he's too busy meeting her gaze and basking in the warmth that comes with every reunion they have. The warmth of Jyn, the warmth of home, the warmth of the intensity of her feelings. They've had decades to burn. They always have kindling.
"I love you too," he says, smile gone soft again. It isn't enough. Neither of them have quite found the enough to convey it. She is everything. "Until the end of time."
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Which is perfectly fine. His hands don't quite settle; they wander as they stabilize her, curving into her waist, tracing the edge of her hip, all places he knows very intimately and can find without looking - which is good, because he's too busy meeting her gaze and basking in the warmth that comes with every reunion they have. The warmth of Jyn, the warmth of home, the warmth of the intensity of her feelings. They've had decades to burn. They always have kindling.
"I love you too," he says, smile gone soft again. It isn't enough. Neither of them have quite found the enough to convey it. She is everything. "Until the end of time."