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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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.