Jyn is surprised, but she is not. The feel of his lips against hers feels as natural as breathing, she doesn't need to think about it at all, it simply is. And it is for a moment.
Before a throat clears behind them and Jyn jumps underneath Cassian, the movement unintentionally jerking her hips against his, swallowing back a tiny whimper.
The poor bellhop with his splotchy lilac face seems positively green with awkwardness and Jyn can feel her own blush rising up her chest, blossoming color across her cheeks. "I brought the beijinhos you requested, Miss Dawn, Mr Sward. I can set them on the table, if you'd like?"
How fortunate that Cassian essentially turns being a spy back on as soon as he realizes there is someone else in the room, which comes moments before he hears the bellhop clearing his throat. Doubly fortunate that he doesn't startle, even if he does let out a huff of surprised air when her hips jerk up into his, and the only reason he doesn't push back down against her immediately is because they have an audience.
But Joreth and Kestral are madly in love. To be caught in such a compromising position is a blessing disguise.
He tilts his head enough to make eye contact with this poor, poor bellhop without removing himself from being on top of Jyn, or the aforementioned Miss Dawn. If they stay like this without a care, word will spread around to the rest of the service staff that they simply don't give a shit who sees them. The threat of walking in on sex will stop any unannounced visits from housekeeping and more. When he speaks, it's with the most common and standard of Basic accents. "Perfect, thank you. The nightstand would be better, but I won't make you come over here."
Does he wink?? He winks. A little embarrassment for the poor gangly teenager will go a long way.
Right, the plan. The plan was to be interrupted so they won't be further interrupted. That was the plan. Jyn had forgotten the plan when confronted by the weight of Cassian over her. Cassian is selling the plan perfectly and she ignores the part of her that feels the trickle of disappointment. Of course it was fake, of course it was just for show.
Force, they're strangers.
She tells herself that she feels nothing, but her cheeks still feel warm and she's not a spy -- her face will give it away. So she turns her head, pressing her mouth to his neck as one hand slides slowly down his back, curving over his ass.
"Captain," she whines, drawing out the word a little breathlessly. To sell it, of course. "Come back here." He hasn't gone anywhere, but the implication is clear: Kestrel wants her boyfriend to go back to kissing her instead of flirting with the bellboy. The bellboy that hastily sets down the snacks and jerkily bows, eyes seeming awkwardly drawn to Jyn's pale hand on Cassian's dark pants, before he turns tail and scampers out. He doesn't run, but it's a near thing.
Her lips move over his neck, her hands settle neatly around him, and it's so much that he shivers with it. He can pass it off as fake, but those few moments were a genuine reaction from him, just like the urge to kiss her all over again still lingers deep in his bones. He pushes his hips downward, pressing her down into the mattress while the boy shuffles around as quickly as he can.
"Thank you!" he calls out gleefully as the poor bellboy takes off.
Even after he's gone, Cassian doesn't move. Jyn doesn't either. He still wants to kiss her, he wants to feel her hands move over his spine, his hips, his skin. The show is over, no longer needed, but he finds he still just wants.
He should move, but he can't bring himself to. He shifts his head a little, like he can force himself to begin the disentanglement process, but his lips accidentally brush over her cheek and he sighs. "I do not think he will come back."
He doesn't move, his lips brushing across her cheek soft enough to make goosebumps rise on her skin, drawing the tiniest shiver under him.
"He might," Jyn counters, voice soft, like she is keeping it from anyone who may be eavesdropping, like it's a secret. He is right, the bellboy especially will not come back and word will spread that they shouldn't be disturbed, that knocking would be beneficial to anyone that doesn't wish to see them in the middle of a horizontal tango.
But Jyn doesn't want him to be right, she wants him to be right here. She turns her head enough that her lips brush against his own, soft and careful, almost searching, like she is asking for something. She isn't sure what, but she doesn't want to stop.
She shivers so slightly but they're so close he can feel it, and he doesn't want to argue over whether or not the bellboy is coming back, not when she kisses him again.
When he kisses her back, it's not quite as soft. There's still a question in it too, but it's eager and wanting. It's clear he does not want to stop either, wants to continue right where they left off, his tongue darting out at the seam of her lips.
Cassian doesn't know what's come over him, but so rarely in his life does he let himself want. She's still pinned to the mattress beneath him, but it helps knowing she could throw him off - and she did start kissing him again first.
Jyn's lips part enthusiastically, nearly sighing as he licks into her mouth. Somewhat lacking in experience -- a genuine choice rather than the nature of her transient lifestyle, Jyn is still earnest and easily adapts to kissing Cassian. It's easy, really, and once they start kissing all the hesitation disappears, hands roaming greedily across his back and arms, tracing muscles with her fingertips and catching his shirt in fists as if she can drag him closer.
As if there is any way they can be closer.
If he stops kissing her now, she may well explode, but she doesn't think he will. Even if she feels no urge to keep going, she certainly wants to keep kissing him until whatever demanding part of her is satisfied.
This is good. This will make them much more familiar with each other. He'll figure out how she likes to be kissed and it's important to make the farce as real as he can.
It's what he starts to tell himself before he gets caught up entirely in the notion of simply kissing her. He sighs into her mouth at the feel of her roaming hands, letting her pull at him. He wants to be closer. He doesn't even want more than this right now, he just wants to stay close and and pressed in. His mouth is eager, responding in kind, and he tries not to think about how easily it was to find a rhythm to the kissing. He isn't stopping, not at all, and one of his hands comes up to cradle the side of her neck.
Jyn isn't thinking about the job, she is thinking about how warm he is, how she can feel every inch of him pressed against her, the way his knee is bracketed inside her thigh and if she moved just a little... but she doesn't, content to kiss him and be kissed and Force if he isn't an amazing kisser. It's like he can read her mind; shifting to new and exciting angles, drawing back enough to make her chase him, kissing her neck and cheeks and jaw when she grows bored before catching her mouth all over again.
It's all very exciting and she feels like he is constantly keeping her on her toes, but in a way she very much enjoys.
Until a sharp pain lances through her side and she shoves him violently off her with a pained gasp, curling in on herself. Her hands leave his beautiful arms with a whine, pressing to her side like she can knead the pain away. It does not immediately work and Jyn's pained expression if quite pitiful.
For those few (very excellent) minutes, there is nothing outside the walls of this room. It's just he and Jyn and the press of her mouth against his, her hands on his arm, his spine, spanning up his back. Her breath fanning out over his face and the way she squirms beneath him.
But when she jerks quite suddenly, as disappointed as the sensation of being shoved away is, Cassian doesn't fight it. In fact he scrambles away, making the whole process go a lot faster, and he comes to land at his side, concern etched all over his face once he realizes she's in some kind of pain. His hand hovers like he wants to help, but doesn't know how.
No, she is not okay, no he didn't hurt her, it could cover either question and be a suitable answer thought she did mean it to answer the latter. It was nothing Cassian did and even while pain is stabbing into her side she still idly wants to be kissing him again so she doesn't want him to think it was something he did.
She whimpers a pitiful sound. Cassian has seen some of her scars and bruises and at the very least has read the file they have on her, he knows she has seen some shit. To be felled by a cramp is just ridiculous and she is offended. But it hurts!
The no doesn't answer any questions and he continues to fret. The relief that fills him when she says it's only a cramp sinks in and he sighs. He doesn't smile, not quite, but he does give her a softer, understanding look.
"Where?" Leg? Waist? It's hard to pinpoint exactly where she's hurting, other than the side of her body it's on. "Can I help?"
Putting pressure into it. It's not a massage, it's first aid!! Or maybe just some water? Cramps are so innocuous in the grand scheme of injuries, but so debilitating.
She moans weakly, annoyed beyond belief by a karking cramp putting her out of commission. Despite the pain, she knows she could fight through it if danger arose so her annoyance stems more from the frustration building up by the current lack of kissing.
Which also annoys her because she shouldn't want to be kissing him!
The first distraction that comes to his head is kissing her, because kissing her is still very much on his mind. He doesn't, because she is in pain and maybe she didn't quite shove him away, but the back away part was clear enough!
He brushes her hair out of her face, then settles his hands over hers. "Stretching it helps, so does gentle pressure. If it goes on for very long, I can get you a heated pad."
The hotel is undoubtedly fancy enough to have something to help on that front. "Will you let me guide you through it, or should I just get you one of our new snacks?"
"Oh my kriffing-- this is not distracting! Do something!"
Some part of her appreciates the way he works through it, giving her options and choices, but also it hurts and his consideration is not actively doing anything to help. He is very handsome but right now she thinks he is being very dumb.
Luckily she doesn't say this rude shit out loud, but she does desperately want him to do something or anything to make this cramp stop hurting. She wouldn't mind a medically induced coma right now, which is dramatic, but you know what, sometimes even she can be weak in the face of pain.
He shouldn't be snapping at her, not because it's rude but because it's a lapse in control. But he shoves her hands away and presses his own into where she was clutching, and if it's not the right spot, she'll just have to suffer! The pressure is like a massage, meant to help soothe out the cramp that may or may not exist under his fingers.
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Jyn is surprised, but she is not. The feel of his lips against hers feels as natural as breathing, she doesn't need to think about it at all, it simply is. And it is for a moment.
Before a throat clears behind them and Jyn jumps underneath Cassian, the movement unintentionally jerking her hips against his, swallowing back a tiny whimper.
The poor bellhop with his splotchy lilac face seems positively green with awkwardness and Jyn can feel her own blush rising up her chest, blossoming color across her cheeks. "I brought the beijinhos you requested, Miss Dawn, Mr Sward. I can set them on the table, if you'd like?"
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But Joreth and Kestral are madly in love. To be caught in such a compromising position is a blessing disguise.
He tilts his head enough to make eye contact with this poor, poor bellhop without removing himself from being on top of Jyn, or the aforementioned Miss Dawn. If they stay like this without a care, word will spread around to the rest of the service staff that they simply don't give a shit who sees them. The threat of walking in on sex will stop any unannounced visits from housekeeping and more. When he speaks, it's with the most common and standard of Basic accents. "Perfect, thank you. The nightstand would be better, but I won't make you come over here."
Does he wink?? He winks. A little embarrassment for the poor gangly teenager will go a long way.
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Force, they're strangers.
She tells herself that she feels nothing, but her cheeks still feel warm and she's not a spy -- her face will give it away. So she turns her head, pressing her mouth to his neck as one hand slides slowly down his back, curving over his ass.
"Captain," she whines, drawing out the word a little breathlessly. To sell it, of course. "Come back here." He hasn't gone anywhere, but the implication is clear: Kestrel wants her boyfriend to go back to kissing her instead of flirting with the bellboy. The bellboy that hastily sets down the snacks and jerkily bows, eyes seeming awkwardly drawn to Jyn's pale hand on Cassian's dark pants, before he turns tail and scampers out. He doesn't run, but it's a near thing.
The door closes with an audible click behind him.
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"Thank you!" he calls out gleefully as the poor bellboy takes off.
Even after he's gone, Cassian doesn't move. Jyn doesn't either. He still wants to kiss her, he wants to feel her hands move over his spine, his hips, his skin. The show is over, no longer needed, but he finds he still just wants.
He should move, but he can't bring himself to. He shifts his head a little, like he can force himself to begin the disentanglement process, but his lips accidentally brush over her cheek and he sighs. "I do not think he will come back."
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"He might," Jyn counters, voice soft, like she is keeping it from anyone who may be eavesdropping, like it's a secret. He is right, the bellboy especially will not come back and word will spread that they shouldn't be disturbed, that knocking would be beneficial to anyone that doesn't wish to see them in the middle of a horizontal tango.
But Jyn doesn't want him to be right, she wants him to be right here. She turns her head enough that her lips brush against his own, soft and careful, almost searching, like she is asking for something. She isn't sure what, but she doesn't want to stop.
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She shivers so slightly but they're so close he can feel it, and he doesn't want to argue over whether or not the bellboy is coming back, not when she kisses him again.
When he kisses her back, it's not quite as soft. There's still a question in it too, but it's eager and wanting. It's clear he does not want to stop either, wants to continue right where they left off, his tongue darting out at the seam of her lips.
Cassian doesn't know what's come over him, but so rarely in his life does he let himself want. She's still pinned to the mattress beneath him, but it helps knowing she could throw him off - and she did start kissing him again first.
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As if there is any way they can be closer.
If he stops kissing her now, she may well explode, but she doesn't think he will. Even if she feels no urge to keep going, she certainly wants to keep kissing him until whatever demanding part of her is satisfied.
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It's what he starts to tell himself before he gets caught up entirely in the notion of simply kissing her. He sighs into her mouth at the feel of her roaming hands, letting her pull at him. He wants to be closer. He doesn't even want more than this right now, he just wants to stay close and and pressed in. His mouth is eager, responding in kind, and he tries not to think about how easily it was to find a rhythm to the kissing. He isn't stopping, not at all, and one of his hands comes up to cradle the side of her neck.
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It's all very exciting and she feels like he is constantly keeping her on her toes, but in a way she very much enjoys.
Until a sharp pain lances through her side and she shoves him violently off her with a pained gasp, curling in on herself. Her hands leave his beautiful arms with a whine, pressing to her side like she can knead the pain away. It does not immediately work and Jyn's pained expression if quite pitiful.
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But when she jerks quite suddenly, as disappointed as the sensation of being shoved away is, Cassian doesn't fight it. In fact he scrambles away, making the whole process go a lot faster, and he comes to land at his side, concern etched all over his face once he realizes she's in some kind of pain. His hand hovers like he wants to help, but doesn't know how.
"Jyn? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
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No, she is not okay, no he didn't hurt her, it could cover either question and be a suitable answer thought she did mean it to answer the latter. It was nothing Cassian did and even while pain is stabbing into her side she still idly wants to be kissing him again so she doesn't want him to think it was something he did.
She whimpers a pitiful sound. Cassian has seen some of her scars and bruises and at the very least has read the file they have on her, he knows she has seen some shit. To be felled by a cramp is just ridiculous and she is offended. But it hurts!
"Cramp. 's a cramp."
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"Where?" Leg? Waist? It's hard to pinpoint exactly where she's hurting, other than the side of her body it's on. "Can I help?"
Putting pressure into it. It's not a massage, it's first aid!! Or maybe just some water? Cramps are so innocuous in the grand scheme of injuries, but so debilitating.
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She moans weakly, annoyed beyond belief by a karking cramp putting her out of commission. Despite the pain, she knows she could fight through it if danger arose so her annoyance stems more from the frustration building up by the current lack of kissing.
Which also annoys her because she shouldn't want to be kissing him!
"Distract me."
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He brushes her hair out of her face, then settles his hands over hers. "Stretching it helps, so does gentle pressure. If it goes on for very long, I can get you a heated pad."
The hotel is undoubtedly fancy enough to have something to help on that front. "Will you let me guide you through it, or should I just get you one of our new snacks?"
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Some part of her appreciates the way he works through it, giving her options and choices, but also it hurts and his consideration is not actively doing anything to help. He is very handsome but right now she thinks he is being very dumb.
Luckily she doesn't say this rude shit out loud, but she does desperately want him to do something or anything to make this cramp stop hurting. She wouldn't mind a medically induced coma right now, which is dramatic, but you know what, sometimes even she can be weak in the face of pain.
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He shouldn't be snapping at her, not because it's rude but because it's a lapse in control. But he shoves her hands away and presses his own into where she was clutching, and if it's not the right spot, she'll just have to suffer! The pressure is like a massage, meant to help soothe out the cramp that may or may not exist under his fingers.