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."
Time, death, life, Jyn refuses to let anything stop their love. Cassian is the only thing in the universe she has never grown tired of, even when she has grown tired of herself, Cassian has always been something to look forward to. Even when they weren't apart. She looked forward to waking up next to him. 400 years and he is still exciting.
Her fingers trace his jaw, nails catching on the stubble. "Take your pants off."
Baze and Chirrut had found him about twenty years after he'd become immortal, and it had gotten better, no longer being alone, but he still struggled with what it meant. For the future, for how old the two of them already were. And no matter how much he hates it sometimes, no matter how tired he gets, he remembers he only has Jyn because of this strange curse, and then maybe he thinks it's more of a blessing.
"You are sitting on them. How would you like me to do that?" He will start with hers instead, he supposes, sliding his hands inside them and curving over her ass.
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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."
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Time, death, life, Jyn refuses to let anything stop their love. Cassian is the only thing in the universe she has never grown tired of, even when she has grown tired of herself, Cassian has always been something to look forward to. Even when they weren't apart. She looked forward to waking up next to him. 400 years and he is still exciting.
Her fingers trace his jaw, nails catching on the stubble. "Take your pants off."
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"You are sitting on them. How would you like me to do that?" He will start with hers instead, he supposes, sliding his hands inside them and curving over her ass.