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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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.