It's not like he dried odd in those few minutes, but the water pours down and Cassian is freshly soaked, drawn to the way it makes everything plaster to Jyn too. It hugs the shape of her and despite the chill of the rain, he feels warm.
He frowns for a second, the way her expression sort of falters and it pit's a pause on his own intentions. "Is it too much? Are you tired?" She's very powerful but her strength can be exhausting too, he knows that all too well.
The question prompts a glower, stormy eyes narrowed as her mouth sets into a scowl. Instead telling him to fuck off a rumble of thunder cracks over them loud enough for Jyn to feel it in her bones before the rain pours down harder. He doesn't get to worry about her.
He shoots her A Look when the thunder cracks, narrowing his eyes. "I am allowed to worry about you."
But it's heavier rain now, even less of a chance for anyone to see. Cassian scoots himself a little closer, knees hitting her legs. He squeezes her hand and lifts the other to brush some of her bangs aside, but then he leaves his hand on the side of her face. His heart thumps hard and he wonders if she can hear it. "Can I -" he pauses. "Is this okay?"
The rain keeps pounding down around them, but between them it seems to still, droplets hung in midair, reflecting (or refracting, she doesn't know) tiny distorted images of the two of them. Jyn wanted to see his face, still dripping rain from his hair, clinging to his eyelashes until he blinks it away. She realizes belatedly that her eyeliner is probably making her look like a panda. She doesn't really care.
He definitely absolutely is, and nothing she says will ever stop him from worrying after her.
It's much easier to see her when she messes with the water between them, and he wonders if it should make him nervous, but instead it just helps him be sure. He shakes the hair from his eyes a little and blinks away the water, things that would be less dramatic if he just used his hand, but he doesn't want to stop touching her.
"Okay," he says, decisional. And then without thinking about it anymore, he channels what's probably Jyn's influence and follows that instinct to kiss her. He leans in at enough of a pace to give her time to stop him, but when she doesn't, he finds her mouth and presses his lips against hers.
Jyn is not going to stop him, not even a little bit. The hand he released to cradle her face lifts to clutch at his shirt, fitting herself against him neatly like interlockkng puzzle pieces. The frozen rain around them splashes to the dock all at once, but they remain in the eye of the storm, rain pounding down all around them. The butterfly mosh pit explodes, making her tingle down to her very toes as the world seems to lurch.
Nope, the world actually did lurch, quaking violently. Jyn jerks back, eyes wide, as the rain abruptly stops like a faucet has been turned off. "I didn't do that." And then she passes out. Sorry Jyn, you did do that.
It's like a wave crashes over him when she kisses back, when she grabs his shirt, when they meet and fit together with an ease he's never felt before. There's a happy thrill, cutting straight through him and he starts to smile.
Then the world is literally shaking, the dock vibrating beneath him, but it's only when she jerks back that he does, blinking at her with surprise as the rain stops too. She falls forward against him, and Cassian lets out a long suffering sigh. She definitely did that, and it was definitely his fault, and he shouldn't feel smug about it, but he kind of does.
The campers in the area are looking around, some of them noticing Jyn slumped over and making the earthquake connection. He spots Bodhi hurrying over, having at some point disentangled from Hana.
With another heavy sigh and the tips of his ears painted red, Cassian shifts himself around and stands up with Jyn in his arms, not for the first, third, or even tenth time. Bodhi scampers out onto the dock and immediately launches into a thousand questions, following Cassian as he makes his way to cabin three.
"She just overexerted herself, you know how she is," he insists, but he's grateful for the extra pair of arms as Bodhi helps him get inside her cabin and settle her in bed. They chatter a little, Cassian studiously avoiding anything about what happened with Jyn and urging Bodhi to talk about Hana instead. It works for about ten minutes while they putter around the cabin. Bodhi hovers near the door after piling several sharks like a wall around Jyn, and Cassian hovers near her bed, trying to decide whether or not he should stay. She'll be fine, really, he's just torn on whether or not he wants to be there when she gets up.
He ushers Bodhi out the door with the advice of not keeping Hana waiting. If he leaves, Jyn might run away and avoid him. She definitely wanted to kiss him, but she does have a tendency to flee when she's nervous or scared. After a few more moments, he lets his feet carry him to one of the chairs and he picks up the giant stuffed shark already on it, tucking it under his arm as he settles in.
She has so many sharks. He doesn't completely fall asleep, but he does doze. A little bit.
Jyn stirs eventually, feeling a pounding in her head like someone is enthusiastically knocking on the door. When she cracks an eye open she realizes no one is knocking on the door and it's just in her head. She opens both her eyes and finally notices Cassian cuddling one of her stuffed sharks.
"Should I give you lot a room, yeah?"
Good morning. She pushes herself up on her elbows and immediately slumps back down. "You're still wet."
The second he hears her voice, he stumbles awake, sitting up a little straighter. He makes a face, loosening his grip on the shark - but he doesn't let it go.
Cassian looks over at her, with a sudden pit of worry in his gut. "So are you." Not as much as him, which he assumes is a Poseidon kid thing. Honestly she'd probably be totally dry by now if she hadn't totally wiped herself out. "You don't have any towels."
And all his other clothes are in his own cabin, obviously. He resists the urge to ask how she's feeling. For now.
Now that he's pointed it out, she realizes that she is actually still damp and she doesn't bother trying to siphon it out because it would just tire her out again and as much as she likes napping, she likes choosing to nap more.
"Bodhi's left some sweats in one of the spare trunks, if you want." Bodhi has some reasonable trust issues living in Hermes cabin, home of the pranksters. "He's probably forgotten about them by now."
He can wear Bodhi's clothes. Cassian is a little taller and broader, but he's borrowed things from Bodhi in the past. She's offering someone else's stuff to wear, but he takes it as a good sign anyway, one that she doesn't want him to leave.
He fluffs the shark like a pillow, then throws it at her. "Maybe. I'll have to use one of the blankets to dry."
She catches the shark when it bounces off her lap, settling it next to her like a companion instead of throwing it back at him. There are loads of other blankets, unused beds neatly made for all the siblings she doesn't have, but she gathers up her fluffy blue blanket with her name embroidered on the corner and throws that at him.
He scrunches his face up but catches the blanket, even if he doesn't move to dry off yet. It's definitely a very soft blanket. He appreciates the offer, especially in the face of all the unused ones.
Maybe it's the kiss that has him brave enough to answer the way he does. "I'm not sure I believe you."
"Well I was going to offer to dry off your knickers since y'can't borrow those off Bodhi, but if you think I haven't got the integrity to not look... guess you're gonna stay damp then, aren't you?"
Slowly, she pushes herself up, yawning. Her back crackles as she shifts about, pulling the rest of her blankets into her lap.
Well now out of sheer stubbornness he needs to just deal with whether she looks or not. "I've already sat here damp this long."
But he stands up, shaking out the blanket and glancing over it. He finds the only other trunk that looks touched and digs out Bodhi's sweatpants, then he gives her a look to turn around. "Should you really be doing anything like that anyway?"
"I reckon I can manage a pair of pants, Andor." She covers her eyes lightly with one hand, fidgeting in her own damp clothes. It's easier for her. She can just change everything in a bit, all her clothes are right at the foot of the bed. "Just tell me when you've got your trousers off."
Idly petting the shark she further questions, "Where's Bodhi?"
Cassian bristles but doesn't argue with her. At least she's in bed this time if she passes out again. Once her eyes are shut, he turns so his back is towards her, but at enough of an angle that he can glower if she peaks.
"He was here, but he went to find Hana again." He shucks his pants off, then his shirt too for good measure, before enveloping himself in the blanket and hanging it over his shoulders. It feels too - not weird, but off, if he just stood there carelessly, which makes no sense because they've gone swimming together before. Twisting his shirt, he starts to wring it out. "Okay." Translation: pants are gone.
There's a moment when the air seems to crackle and the air becomes hard to breathe as Jyn literally yanks the moisture out around Cassian. The feeling is over in a number of seconds before the air becomes a little more humid and Cassian's underwear is completely dry. And he might have some slightly dry skin, too, because she totally isn't looking!
She honestly isn't peeking even a little bit.
"Does he like Hana? Is that going to be a thing now? Hana and Bodhi, a thing. Jyn doesn't know if she trusts it, but she trusts very few people, generally.
It never stops being strange when she whips around the moisture like that. He peers at her and finds himself relaxing when he sees she isn't looking, ducking his head away to pull on Bodhi's sweatpants.
They hang lower on his waist than most of his own pants, and he opts for keeping the blanket on like a cloak since his shirt is still damp, and he's not going to ask her to dry that too.
"I don't know if he likes her as much as she likes him," he starts, making a face. "We'll have to talk to him about it, but he seems kind of excited." A beat. "You can look now."
She splits two fingers apart to peer at him and decide his blanket cape is coverage enough before she lets her hand fall and shifts her legs to make room for him to sprawl down next to her on her pile of blankets. Actually, she doubts he will sprawl, she is more of the sprawler. Cassian is too controlled for that.
"I can't even fathom the idea that Bodhi might break someone's heart if he isn't careful." Her baby brother (who is older than her) is too sweet for that.
He meets her eyes peeking through her hands before she shuffles around to make room for him. It's pretty normal all things considered, but then he remembers he kissed her after she kissed him and his stomach flutters again.
It doesn't stop him from meandering over and sitting on her bed, keeping his legs over the side and his feet planted on the floor. Definitely not sprawled. "I don't think he's going to break her heart," he starts. "But has he ever mentioned her much to us before? If anything it's probably more of a fleeting crush than hers on him."
"Bodhi doesn't talk to me about anyone here he might like." Her mouth slants in an annoyed frown, as if Bodhi has told her outright that he would never because Jyn would immediately harass the person he had affections for. Which is what she is going to do to Hana, tomorrow, probably. If Jyn weren't low key afraid of the Aphrodite cabin.
They're way scarier than Cassian and his siblings, no thank you.
She nudges him with her toes through the blankets. "Do you know how to relax? Just curious."
"Because he doesn't want you to intimidate them." It's okay, she doesn't have to say it out loud. Cassian knows. Just like he knows Bodhi probably hasn't told him much either because Cassian knows virtually everything about everyone in the camp and would ruin some of the mystery in crushes.
He looks at her when she nudges him, expression blank. Dryly: "What, you want me to lay down?"
How dare you call him out on his inability to relax like this.
"Yes, because I want to and it would be awkward if I was the only one laying down." She scoots over to make room for him next to her this time, sinking down so her back is against the soft mattress even though her knees are still bent in front of her like a mini Mount Olympus. She will only use her pitiful state, real or otherwise, against Cassian because she knows he won't actually ever pity her.
And that he can see right through her most of the time.
But they've slept next to each other next to campfires before, on quests, curled up on the back of a pegasus with her back against his chest and his strong arms keeping her from slipping off while she sleeps. She's comfortable with Cassian next to her, she feels safe and actively protected and warm. Plus he is her best friend, even if she kissed him and he kissed her she still wants her best friend to be her best friend. "Don't be a spoilsport, you can keep my spot warm while I change."
It honestly isn't that unusual to sleep beside her. He just feels a little awkward thanks to both the kissing and his current lack of shirt - but he doesn't want that to make things outwardly awkward between them. Cassian recognizes he was kind of a grumpy asshole when he thought Jyn might leave, he's not about to risk their friendship for dumb reasons either.
So he shifts, pulling his legs on the bed and sliding up so he's next to her. He's doesn't lay down, but at least now he's using some of the sharks as a backrest instead of nothing. "The bed is still kind of wet."
Which is why he's not laying down yet. He just got (mostly) dry!
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He frowns for a second, the way her expression sort of falters and it pit's a pause on his own intentions. "Is it too much? Are you tired?" She's very powerful but her strength can be exhausting too, he knows that all too well.
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"You were saying?"
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But it's heavier rain now, even less of a chance for anyone to see. Cassian scoots himself a little closer, knees hitting her legs. He squeezes her hand and lifts the other to brush some of her bangs aside, but then he leaves his hand on the side of her face. His heart thumps hard and he wonders if she can hear it. "Can I -" he pauses. "Is this okay?"
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The rain keeps pounding down around them, but between them it seems to still, droplets hung in midair, reflecting (or refracting, she doesn't know) tiny distorted images of the two of them. Jyn wanted to see his face, still dripping rain from his hair, clinging to his eyelashes until he blinks it away. She realizes belatedly that her eyeliner is probably making her look like a panda. She doesn't really care.
"Yeah."
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It's much easier to see her when she messes with the water between them, and he wonders if it should make him nervous, but instead it just helps him be sure. He shakes the hair from his eyes a little and blinks away the water, things that would be less dramatic if he just used his hand, but he doesn't want to stop touching her.
"Okay," he says, decisional. And then without thinking about it anymore, he channels what's probably Jyn's influence and follows that instinct to kiss her. He leans in at enough of a pace to give her time to stop him, but when she doesn't, he finds her mouth and presses his lips against hers.
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Nope, the world actually did lurch, quaking violently. Jyn jerks back, eyes wide, as the rain abruptly stops like a faucet has been turned off. "I didn't do that." And then she passes out. Sorry Jyn, you did do that.
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Then the world is literally shaking, the dock vibrating beneath him, but it's only when she jerks back that he does, blinking at her with surprise as the rain stops too. She falls forward against him, and Cassian lets out a long suffering sigh. She definitely did that, and it was definitely his fault, and he shouldn't feel smug about it, but he kind of does.
The campers in the area are looking around, some of them noticing Jyn slumped over and making the earthquake connection. He spots Bodhi hurrying over, having at some point disentangled from Hana.
With another heavy sigh and the tips of his ears painted red, Cassian shifts himself around and stands up with Jyn in his arms, not for the first, third, or even tenth time. Bodhi scampers out onto the dock and immediately launches into a thousand questions, following Cassian as he makes his way to cabin three.
"She just overexerted herself, you know how she is," he insists, but he's grateful for the extra pair of arms as Bodhi helps him get inside her cabin and settle her in bed. They chatter a little, Cassian studiously avoiding anything about what happened with Jyn and urging Bodhi to talk about Hana instead. It works for about ten minutes while they putter around the cabin. Bodhi hovers near the door after piling several sharks like a wall around Jyn, and Cassian hovers near her bed, trying to decide whether or not he should stay. She'll be fine, really, he's just torn on whether or not he wants to be there when she gets up.
He ushers Bodhi out the door with the advice of not keeping Hana waiting. If he leaves, Jyn might run away and avoid him. She definitely wanted to kiss him, but she does have a tendency to flee when she's nervous or scared. After a few more moments, he lets his feet carry him to one of the chairs and he picks up the giant stuffed shark already on it, tucking it under his arm as he settles in.
She has so many sharks. He doesn't completely fall asleep, but he does doze. A little bit.
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"Should I give you lot a room, yeah?"
Good morning. She pushes herself up on her elbows and immediately slumps back down. "You're still wet."
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Cassian looks over at her, with a sudden pit of worry in his gut. "So are you." Not as much as him, which he assumes is a Poseidon kid thing. Honestly she'd probably be totally dry by now if she hadn't totally wiped herself out. "You don't have any towels."
And all his other clothes are in his own cabin, obviously. He resists the urge to ask how she's feeling. For now.
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"Bodhi's left some sweats in one of the spare trunks, if you want." Bodhi has some reasonable trust issues living in Hermes cabin, home of the pranksters. "He's probably forgotten about them by now."
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He fluffs the shark like a pillow, then throws it at her. "Maybe. I'll have to use one of the blankets to dry."
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"Promise I won't look."
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Maybe it's the kiss that has him brave enough to answer the way he does. "I'm not sure I believe you."
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Slowly, she pushes herself up, yawning. Her back crackles as she shifts about, pulling the rest of her blankets into her lap.
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But he stands up, shaking out the blanket and glancing over it. He finds the only other trunk that looks touched and digs out Bodhi's sweatpants, then he gives her a look to turn around. "Should you really be doing anything like that anyway?"
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Idly petting the shark she further questions, "Where's Bodhi?"
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"He was here, but he went to find Hana again." He shucks his pants off, then his shirt too for good measure, before enveloping himself in the blanket and hanging it over his shoulders. It feels too - not weird, but off, if he just stood there carelessly, which makes no sense because they've gone swimming together before. Twisting his shirt, he starts to wring it out. "Okay." Translation: pants are gone.
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She honestly isn't peeking even a little bit.
"Does he like Hana? Is that going to be a thing now? Hana and Bodhi, a thing. Jyn doesn't know if she trusts it, but she trusts very few people, generally.
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They hang lower on his waist than most of his own pants, and he opts for keeping the blanket on like a cloak since his shirt is still damp, and he's not going to ask her to dry that too.
"I don't know if he likes her as much as she likes him," he starts, making a face. "We'll have to talk to him about it, but he seems kind of excited." A beat. "You can look now."
The we isn't even a thought, coming out easily.
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"I can't even fathom the idea that Bodhi might break someone's heart if he isn't careful." Her baby brother (who is older than her) is too sweet for that.
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It doesn't stop him from meandering over and sitting on her bed, keeping his legs over the side and his feet planted on the floor. Definitely not sprawled. "I don't think he's going to break her heart," he starts. "But has he ever mentioned her much to us before? If anything it's probably more of a fleeting crush than hers on him."
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They're way scarier than Cassian and his siblings, no thank you.
She nudges him with her toes through the blankets. "Do you know how to relax? Just curious."
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He looks at her when she nudges him, expression blank. Dryly: "What, you want me to lay down?"
How dare you call him out on his inability to relax like this.
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And that he can see right through her most of the time.
But they've slept next to each other next to campfires before, on quests, curled up on the back of a pegasus with her back against his chest and his strong arms keeping her from slipping off while she sleeps. She's comfortable with Cassian next to her, she feels safe and actively protected and warm. Plus he is her best friend, even if she kissed him and he kissed her she still wants her best friend to be her best friend. "Don't be a spoilsport, you can keep my spot warm while I change."
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So he shifts, pulling his legs on the bed and sliding up so he's next to her. He's doesn't lay down, but at least now he's using some of the sharks as a backrest instead of nothing. "The bed is still kind of wet."
Which is why he's not laying down yet. He just got (mostly) dry!
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