He is all ears when she has her own ideas, because ultimately he just wants this to be whatever Jyn so wishes. He forgets to verbally respond when she undoes the breast band, watching it flutter to the floor before his gaze slides back up her body, her underwear the only thing left. She's toned and scarred but he can't quite look away from the sight of her and how perfect she looks to him.
It's not a good angle to use his mouth, kneeling together like this, so it's his hand that moves first, very gently caressing the side of her breast so she knows he is not ignoring her starting line. "Will you lay down? Or would you like me to do it for you?"
Jyn doesn't collapse in a heap on the rug immediately, but she does lay down on her side with the languid ease of someone who lays on this rug literally every day. And she does.
Propping herself up on one elbow, other hand going facetiously to her hip, she is now -- absenting the book -- in the exact position he found her in earlier when he originally came in here and kidnapped her for sledding adventures.
The only difference between earlier and now is the amount of clothes she has on. He'll move to follow her in a second, but first his eyes just follow the line of her body, scars and freckles and quiet curves and he can't wait to get his hands all over her.
He moves in closer, then reaches out and brushes some of the hair from her face, smiling gently at her. "You are so beautiful, Jyn," he says, completely earnest. He's looking at her completely in love, like there is no place he'd rather be.
Then, just as gently as his expression, he nudges her shoulder in a gesture meant to push her onto her back; when she's done just that, he shifts himself so he's hovering on top of her, knees balancing on either side of her legs while he leans down. "Is this okay?"
It's the fire, clearly, that makes Jyn go warm under his steady gaze. The fire that makes her chest turn pink when he compliments her, so simply and honestly. It is probably, at least, not the fire that makes her breathe out a shaky breath when he leans in close, bracketing her in with his body above hers.
She nods enthusiastically, wondering how to demand he come even closer still when he has promised he is going to take his time with her. It's very hard to be patient, especially so right now.
But she is patient, waiting to see what he does next. "This is very okay."
It's hard not to get completely distracted by the warm flush on her skin, especially since they're so close and he can see it so clearly. He can also see clearly how much she wants him to come closer, which is why instead of doing that, he sits up.
He doesn't quite sit on her legs, but he hovers and keeps her pinned there, grinning down at whatever unhappy expression blooms on her face. Then he tugs at his sweater and pulls it over his head, taking the undershirt with it, tossing them both aside and leaving him shirtless.
He feels better now, like they're on more equal footing, a little more relaxed when he leans back down over her like before. Only this time instead of any words, he finally kisses her again.
Jyn does indeed glower, but then he peels his sweater off and Jyn is confronted with his beautiful chest and arms and abs and the look evaporates. She's seen him shirtless before -- the maids with their secret viewing area for the rebels working out, Jyn has made use of it -- but it's something else entirely to see it displayed above her like this.
She could get very very used to this.
Her gaping is cut off by his kisses, as wonderful and warm as before. Will she ever be tired of kissing him? Force, she hopes not. Her hands lift, skating across his arms, his sides, brushing idly across his abs. How! Is he! So attractive to her!
He does not miss those few moments where she literally gapes at him, but it's not like he isn't guilty of the same thing. She responds to his kisses easily, eagerly, and it continues to be wonderful to kiss her. It's like another whole world with her has opened up.
He shivers a little as her hands run over his skin, definitely not from the chill of being outside. He finds he wants her hands everywhere.
But she did give him a starting point. After stealing one more long and languid kiss, his mouth leaves hers and travels down her jaw, over the side and finding her neck. He lingers there in a flurry of warm kisses, if only to see what she does, before making his way to the hollow of her throat.
He plants another kiss about an inch lower, but he stays attention near her collarbones, just in case she suddenly decides it's too much, just giving her a moment to adjust before he'll continue his path south.
In all honestly, Jyn could kiss Cassian for ages and be happy. If the spent the entire evening kissing on the rug in front of her fire, Jyn would be completely happy. She never wants to stop kissing him.
This could be a problem.
Regardless, his mouth moves and Jyn hums a pleased noise, shivering a little at the disparate sensations of his soft mouth and his rough beard brushing against her skin. Her heart is beating so hard she is certain he must be able to hear it, but she manages to keep her breathing easy and steady. She's trying to be patient but it's so very hard.
She seems happy. Ultimately that's all he wants her for her, to be happy, to have fun, to feel good and easy. Neither of them have lived particularly steady lives, he wants this to be a good and warm thing carved out of the cold.
So his mouth drops, kissing a line down the center of her chest. Her skin turns pink from beard and kisses alike, following freckles around like a map. His fingertips slide up her side before ghosting the side of her breast, teasing briefly before he cups her in his hand.
Jyn asked for attention, he will give it, a little amazed himself that it's even happening in the first place. His teeth graze, his fingers are deft, he's warming her up just as promised.
It's probably nothing. It's probably attention that wouldn't even pass as foreplay for someone else, but Jyn feels like she is melting into the rug. His hands are warm but his mouth is hot and she squirms under him, sighing and whimpering as his mouth moves over her skin. Her hands lift to clutch at his arms and she breathes out shakily.
"God, Cassian, how..." She can barely get the words out, much less string together a coherent sentence. She's sure he can finish a sentence for her.
It is maybe not the most he can do, but that's not what he's interested in. He just wants her to enjoy herself! Clearly it's working.
He doesn't actually have an answer as to how, except maybe her eagerness and readiness. He doesn't put much stock in himself in that sense. At least he doesn't have to ask if this is okay, if this is working for her.
Instead of finishing her sentence, he moves his mouth again, licking a long line up her chest to her neck, sealing it with a kiss near her collarbone.
"Lucky guesses." He picks his head up briefly to press his lips to hers, melting a little. She's still squirming, and his hand travels down to her waist, fingers slipping tentatively beneath the band of her underwear.
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It's not a good angle to use his mouth, kneeling together like this, so it's his hand that moves first, very gently caressing the side of her breast so she knows he is not ignoring her starting line. "Will you lay down? Or would you like me to do it for you?"
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Propping herself up on one elbow, other hand going facetiously to her hip, she is now -- absenting the book -- in the exact position he found her in earlier when he originally came in here and kidnapped her for sledding adventures.
"You can certainly help me next time, Captain."
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He moves in closer, then reaches out and brushes some of the hair from her face, smiling gently at her. "You are so beautiful, Jyn," he says, completely earnest. He's looking at her completely in love, like there is no place he'd rather be.
Then, just as gently as his expression, he nudges her shoulder in a gesture meant to push her onto her back; when she's done just that, he shifts himself so he's hovering on top of her, knees balancing on either side of her legs while he leans down. "Is this okay?"
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She nods enthusiastically, wondering how to demand he come even closer still when he has promised he is going to take his time with her. It's very hard to be patient, especially so right now.
But she is patient, waiting to see what he does next. "This is very okay."
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He doesn't quite sit on her legs, but he hovers and keeps her pinned there, grinning down at whatever unhappy expression blooms on her face. Then he tugs at his sweater and pulls it over his head, taking the undershirt with it, tossing them both aside and leaving him shirtless.
He feels better now, like they're on more equal footing, a little more relaxed when he leans back down over her like before. Only this time instead of any words, he finally kisses her again.
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She could get very very used to this.
Her gaping is cut off by his kisses, as wonderful and warm as before. Will she ever be tired of kissing him? Force, she hopes not. Her hands lift, skating across his arms, his sides, brushing idly across his abs. How! Is he! So attractive to her!
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He shivers a little as her hands run over his skin, definitely not from the chill of being outside. He finds he wants her hands everywhere.
But she did give him a starting point. After stealing one more long and languid kiss, his mouth leaves hers and travels down her jaw, over the side and finding her neck. He lingers there in a flurry of warm kisses, if only to see what she does, before making his way to the hollow of her throat.
He plants another kiss about an inch lower, but he stays attention near her collarbones, just in case she suddenly decides it's too much, just giving her a moment to adjust before he'll continue his path south.
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This could be a problem.
Regardless, his mouth moves and Jyn hums a pleased noise, shivering a little at the disparate sensations of his soft mouth and his rough beard brushing against her skin. Her heart is beating so hard she is certain he must be able to hear it, but she manages to keep her breathing easy and steady. She's trying to be patient but it's so very hard.
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So his mouth drops, kissing a line down the center of her chest. Her skin turns pink from beard and kisses alike, following freckles around like a map. His fingertips slide up her side before ghosting the side of her breast, teasing briefly before he cups her in his hand.
Jyn asked for attention, he will give it, a little amazed himself that it's even happening in the first place. His teeth graze, his fingers are deft, he's warming her up just as promised.
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"God, Cassian, how..." She can barely get the words out, much less string together a coherent sentence. She's sure he can finish a sentence for her.
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He doesn't actually have an answer as to how, except maybe her eagerness and readiness. He doesn't put much stock in himself in that sense. At least he doesn't have to ask if this is okay, if this is working for her.
Instead of finishing her sentence, he moves his mouth again, licking a long line up her chest to her neck, sealing it with a kiss near her collarbone.
"Lucky guesses." He picks his head up briefly to press his lips to hers, melting a little. She's still squirming, and his hand travels down to her waist, fingers slipping tentatively beneath the band of her underwear.