Her head shakes, still smooshed into the pillow, eyes still closed.
"No." He is definitely overthinking it, she's quite capable to throwing a pillow at them when they go a little too far. Wriggling, she gathers more of the blankets around her, building up a pile around her like a little nest.
"Would you--" She stops before she can finish the sentence, shaking her head again.
Not that he thought it would be a yes, but Cassian is relieved anyway when she says no. He settles in a little more comfortably himself, pulling up the blankets higher and tighter, though not quite the nest Jyn is building.
He tilts his head to look at her, even though her face is still half buried in the pillow. "Would I what?"
It's half muffled into the pillow, but not enough to disguise what she asked. She doesn't want to be alone and she knows Cassian is there, of course she knows, but it's a rather large bed and she doesn't want to wake up again imagining she's all alone in the cave.
She almost sound apologetic because she can tell he's getting comfortable and she's asking him to move around again.
Oh. He's not sure what he expected her to ask, but it wasn't that. His breath stills for a moment while his brain reassures him he heard correctly, and it's on the tip of his tongue to ask her if she's sure, but she wouldn't have said it in the first place if she didn't really want it. Jyn doesn't ask for this sort of thing often, if at all.
Instead of answering her, he just - moves. He shifts himself a few inches closer. Not near enough to touch her outright, he's too good mannered for that, but close enough that their legs could brush in the night, depending on how she sprawls. His tone is quiet. "Is this okay?"
A huff of a breath and a little, pillow stifled nod are her answer, eyes opening slowly to peer at him. He is closer. Close enough to touch if she stretched out her hand but she does no such thing, burying herself even deeper under the blankets. It's like she wants the bed to swallow her up.
He meets her eyes when she opens them and for two seconds feels like he was caught with his hand in a cookie jar, but he just offers her a careful sort of smile. He did what she asked, she's even grateful.
She speaks! "Of course." Now that she is happy, Cassian burrows back comfortably under the blankets, not nearly as hidden as her, but still snuggled in because it's still cold. He's pretty sure she, however, is going to disappear entirely soon. "I hope you sleep better now, Jyn."
It's said the way anyone else would say thank you, but she's already said thank you and honestly that's a little too much politeness for Jyn. Instead she settles on good night and closes her eyes again, focusing on the crackle of the fire to lull her to sleep.
It's successful, after only a handful of minutes her breathing evens out into sleep and she relaxes completely next to him. She's quite a small sleeper, staying curled in on herself but some time during the night she eventually migrates to her stomach, ankle looping around his calf, fingers brushing against his chest, loosely curling around his nightshirt. She curls back onto her side when some passive part of her brain paying attention feels the wan morning sun drift through the window, but her hand stays clinging to his shirt and she's managed to work herself closer, knees brushing his.
It takes him a little longer to fall asleep after Jyn does, too unused to having another body in his bed. It's not uncomfortable, which is nice, but her weight keeps startling him.
The first time her ankle hits him, he wakes up, blinking at her contentedly. It's easier to fall back asleep than he thought it'd be, and he only wakes up a handful of times in the night, which isn't even because of her. That's just normal.
He doesn't really know what to do with her hand in his shirt though. He'd had idle awareness of it throughout the night, but now that it's morning he's acutely aware, especially because she's wriggled in closer than he last remembered. It surprises him how quickly he got used to her sleeping there, and how part of him doesn't want her to go back to her own bed.
Gently, he tries to pull her hand off his shirt, but only because he really does need to roll out of bed.
Some part of Jyn's mind realizes that Cassian is tugging at her hand but she's too warmly enveloped in sleep to be fully cognizant. Instead she murmurs "No" softly and draws her hand back.
Without letting go of his shirt.
Maybe she isn't completely aware or conscious, but Cassian is warm and she wants the warmth near her. "It's not morning, close your eyes." Or maybe she is completely aware and conscious and simply doesn't care.
She doesn't pull him any closer, but it's almost another kind of pull that doesn't want him to climb out of bed. He lets go of her hand and draws in a quiet breath, letting her keep hold on his shirt for a little longer. Okay, reassess the next move.
There is a ghost of a smile threatening to break onto his face. He can't tell what level of awake she is yet, but he can tell even beneath all the blankets that she is much more at ease than last night. "I'm afraid it is technically morning. But you don't need to get up yet."
"Shh, close your eyes, Captain, I promise you it's still night." Her grip tightens with a sleepy morning sigh and her eyes slowly flutter open. With the same almost laziness, her other hand frees itself from the blankets and she presses a finger to her lips.
Shh, Cassian. It is night. "Don't you recognize the moon, Cassian? Go back to sleep."
The smile breaks in, quietly and subtly, but what the hell, she's adorable? He's well aware of all the ways she can win a fight, but there is something incredibly soft and surprising about how she looks now, bundled up and relaxed beside him, in his bed and trying to convince him to stay there with her.
"Is it one of those very rare, very bright moons?"
She scoffs, the sound muffled by her hand as she draws it back under the covers. He's smiling and Jyn feels warm down to her toes. "Brighter than your sun isn't very difficult to achieve, Captain. I thought I told you to close your eyes."
Her fingers loosen from around his shirt, releasing him finally and lifting only slightly to press one blessedly warm finger to his mouth. "Listen to your wife, please."
"You'd be surprised how bright the snow can be," he says first, feeling his smile deepen a little bit more.
It doesn't disappear from his face when she literally shushes him, mostly because he is stupidly distracted by how warm her finger his against his lips. There's a reply on the tip of his tongue, but that means moving against her skin, so there's a stunted silence before he can bring himself speak. "How long do I need to close them for?"
Quickly, Jyn does some math in her head, weighing what she wants with what she'll actually get away with and finding the middle ground. She's a little enamored by his shock that, presumably, she dare shush him.
"One hour. Maybe by then the pale sun will have made an appearance." Her finger leaves his mouth and her hand falls, not to grab at his shirt again, she's too conscious for that, but it does nestle on the bed near to the same spot. Clutching at the blanket instead of his clothing.
An hour. He could probably get away with another hour. He's a pretty early riser, but he doesn't always dive into his day immediately. The fact that he's even considering it amazes him on some level, but the bed is extra warm this morning. Her hand is close enough that he could take it, if he wanted to. Part of him wants to.
"I might not fall back asleep," he admits, which is also the first step to agreeing to stay in bed longer.
"You can keep me company." Which is the whole point of making him stay in bed anyway. Jyn feels rested for the first time in a very long time and the only thing that has changed in all that time is Cassian.
She's not stupid. She is definitely taking his presence into account and although it will take much more study to form a real, genuine conclusion she is will to at least consider it may have something to do with him.
Satisfied, at least, that she's gotten her way this morning, she closes her eyes again and snuggles into the blankets once more. Nearly every bit of her gets buried under the blankets except her pale face and the hand lingering near his chest.
Not that it was ever any real doubt, but her saying so aloud is proof she wants him to stay with her, for no real discernible reason. It's a nice feeling.
"If I can't sleep, I may read." It's not actual productivity when he's reading for leisure, but it's very hard for Cassian to just sit still. He has three books on his bedside table because he's started them all and barely lets himself sit down to finish.
His hand falls idly near hers, close enough to feel how warm her skin is and for his thumb to barely brush against it.
Jyn hums thoughtfully, a deep heavy sigh of relaxation as she resettles under the covers.
"Will you read to me?"
She loves books and she knows he's the one leaving them next to her bed so she doesn't think his own personal tastes will differ from what he's already offered her. He'd been able to coax her out of the panic from her nightmare, she has no doubt he can coax her to sleep with his soft voice.
Again he's a little surprised, but there's no obvious sign of it. He leans over to reach for one of the books, then settles himself back into the blankets, tucking them under his arms so his hands are free.
"Only if you don't mind listening from the middle."
He could start from the beginning but he's already taken so long to get this far in it.
Jyn shakes her head, shifting closer. So he won't have to read too loudly, if anyone asks. It's completely appropriate that she move closer, mouth hovering only a few inches from his shoulder.
It's too close, but she doesn't care, she's never had much cause for not encroaching on his personal space.
Cassian does not like people in his space, which is why it's been odd since day one that Jyn ignoring boundaries doesn't seem to phase him. But she's very close now, and he can feel her warm breath on his shoulder. He doesn't mind at all.
He doesn't say anything directly in response, just flips open to his bookmark. It still takes him about thirty seconds to do it, but he picks up where he left off, reading aloud quietly. He doesn't read with any particular dramatics like one might read to a toddler, but his voice inflects as the text directs, low so it doesn't carry beyond them and this bed.
It doesn't take Jyn long at all to fall back asleep, a few pages at most, lulled to sleep by the warmth and the closeness and the soft sound of his voice. As the hour passes, Jyn makes no sign of waking, blissfully asleep. All the lines and weariness leaving her face, making her look softer, like the little girl she used to be.
Even as the sun rises higher, she doesn't wake, tipping her chin slightly so her eyes fall back into the shadow of the canopy.
Jyn falls asleep again soon enough, and it's easier to just believe it's because she was so tired rather than him having too much to do with it. After another minute or so, he stops reading aloud, but he does stay in bed and keep reading for another whole hour just like he said. He can't fall asleep, but he does nod off once or twice, never for long.
He really does linger longer than he should, but he does need to crawl out sooner rather than later. He can loosen the curtains on the canopy and close off the light, let her sleep even longer. Cassian closes up his book and shifts himself a little away from her, already missing how warm and close she was and pretending otherwise. He manages to climb fully out of bed this time without her stopping him, though she does grumble about it, and when she almost immediately rolls into the empty space he left behind, he stops and stares before shaking his head. He drops the canopy curtains, not enclosing the bed entirely but making sure they'll blot the sun from her face, and he leaves her be.
Some of the maids shoot him Looks he doesn't like or respond to, but Cassian goes about his morning and afternoon as usual. He doesn't see Jyn for either breakfast or lunch, and one of the maids tells him that she's still sleeping, despite them trying to wake her up to eat a quick lunch and leaving her in his bed after shoving some fruits and bread in her.
Like so many other things about marriage with Jyn, it's very odd to trust her in his room like that. When he pokes his head in to pick up documents from his office, he checks on her, but not because of mistrust so much as he's making sure she's still all right. She looks so peaceful, he doesn't have the heart to tell her how much of the day is passing by.
Until dinner. Cassian never eats in the massive dining hall unless he needs to, preferring the quiet little dining room closer to the kitchen, where the table only seats about six people. It's been nicer with Jyn there, less alone. Sometimes Bodhi joins them too, and he likes that even more. Today he wouldn't be surprised if she was still sleeping, but he sits down anyway, with a pile of papers next to him because escaping work is nearly always impossible and he isn't really expecting company tonight, though he will tell the maids to make sure Jyn gets up to eat a full meal.
Sleep compliments her. It leaves her soft and tender instead of surrounded by the usual bristle of emotional armor.
When the maids wake her to eat, she's barely awake, every question answered with a yawn as she rubs sleepily at her eyes. No, they did not have sex. Honestly, would he be out of the room right now if they did? Maids, please. Besides which, this will be a sexless marriage. Screw the Alliance if they want as heir. If he snores, she didn't notice. But yes, she does agree he looks very sweet when he's sleeping.
Once she's eaten something, they tuck her in again, stoking the fire to keep her warm.
Eventually they wake her again, bodily dragging her out of bed and shoving her into the simplest dress they can manage, looping her hair up into an equally simple braid that sits like a crown on her head. Then they shove her into the hall and cheerfully tell her there is food in the dining room. All of which is what finds her walking into the room, stifling a yawn behind her hand, and slumping down in the seat next to Cassian.
She squints at him, but it's clearly not some narrow-eyed gaze and instead her sleepy eyes adjusting to being open again. "Good morning."
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"No." He is definitely overthinking it, she's quite capable to throwing a pillow at them when they go a little too far. Wriggling, she gathers more of the blankets around her, building up a pile around her like a little nest.
"Would you--" She stops before she can finish the sentence, shaking her head again.
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He tilts his head to look at her, even though her face is still half buried in the pillow. "Would I what?"
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It's half muffled into the pillow, but not enough to disguise what she asked. She doesn't want to be alone and she knows Cassian is there, of course she knows, but it's a rather large bed and she doesn't want to wake up again imagining she's all alone in the cave.
She almost sound apologetic because she can tell he's getting comfortable and she's asking him to move around again.
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Instead of answering her, he just - moves. He shifts himself a few inches closer. Not near enough to touch her outright, he's too good mannered for that, but close enough that their legs could brush in the night, depending on how she sprawls. His tone is quiet. "Is this okay?"
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"Yes, thank you." Ah, words.
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She speaks! "Of course." Now that she is happy, Cassian burrows back comfortably under the blankets, not nearly as hidden as her, but still snuggled in because it's still cold. He's pretty sure she, however, is going to disappear entirely soon. "I hope you sleep better now, Jyn."
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It's said the way anyone else would say thank you, but she's already said thank you and honestly that's a little too much politeness for Jyn. Instead she settles on good night and closes her eyes again, focusing on the crackle of the fire to lull her to sleep.
It's successful, after only a handful of minutes her breathing evens out into sleep and she relaxes completely next to him. She's quite a small sleeper, staying curled in on herself but some time during the night she eventually migrates to her stomach, ankle looping around his calf, fingers brushing against his chest, loosely curling around his nightshirt. She curls back onto her side when some passive part of her brain paying attention feels the wan morning sun drift through the window, but her hand stays clinging to his shirt and she's managed to work herself closer, knees brushing his.
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The first time her ankle hits him, he wakes up, blinking at her contentedly. It's easier to fall back asleep than he thought it'd be, and he only wakes up a handful of times in the night, which isn't even because of her. That's just normal.
He doesn't really know what to do with her hand in his shirt though. He'd had idle awareness of it throughout the night, but now that it's morning he's acutely aware, especially because she's wriggled in closer than he last remembered. It surprises him how quickly he got used to her sleeping there, and how part of him doesn't want her to go back to her own bed.
Gently, he tries to pull her hand off his shirt, but only because he really does need to roll out of bed.
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Without letting go of his shirt.
Maybe she isn't completely aware or conscious, but Cassian is warm and she wants the warmth near her. "It's not morning, close your eyes." Or maybe she is completely aware and conscious and simply doesn't care.
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There is a ghost of a smile threatening to break onto his face. He can't tell what level of awake she is yet, but he can tell even beneath all the blankets that she is much more at ease than last night. "I'm afraid it is technically morning. But you don't need to get up yet."
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Shh, Cassian. It is night. "Don't you recognize the moon, Cassian? Go back to sleep."
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"Is it one of those very rare, very bright moons?"
Yeah, okay, fine. He'll play along for a second.
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Her fingers loosen from around his shirt, releasing him finally and lifting only slightly to press one blessedly warm finger to his mouth. "Listen to your wife, please."
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It doesn't disappear from his face when she literally shushes him, mostly because he is stupidly distracted by how warm her finger his against his lips. There's a reply on the tip of his tongue, but that means moving against her skin, so there's a stunted silence before he can bring himself speak. "How long do I need to close them for?"
She did say please.
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"One hour. Maybe by then the pale sun will have made an appearance." Her finger leaves his mouth and her hand falls, not to grab at his shirt again, she's too conscious for that, but it does nestle on the bed near to the same spot. Clutching at the blanket instead of his clothing.
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"I might not fall back asleep," he admits, which is also the first step to agreeing to stay in bed longer.
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She's not stupid. She is definitely taking his presence into account and although it will take much more study to form a real, genuine conclusion she is will to at least consider it may have something to do with him.
Satisfied, at least, that she's gotten her way this morning, she closes her eyes again and snuggles into the blankets once more. Nearly every bit of her gets buried under the blankets except her pale face and the hand lingering near his chest.
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"If I can't sleep, I may read." It's not actual productivity when he's reading for leisure, but it's very hard for Cassian to just sit still. He has three books on his bedside table because he's started them all and barely lets himself sit down to finish.
His hand falls idly near hers, close enough to feel how warm her skin is and for his thumb to barely brush against it.
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"Will you read to me?"
She loves books and she knows he's the one leaving them next to her bed so she doesn't think his own personal tastes will differ from what he's already offered her. He'd been able to coax her out of the panic from her nightmare, she has no doubt he can coax her to sleep with his soft voice.
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"Only if you don't mind listening from the middle."
He could start from the beginning but he's already taken so long to get this far in it.
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It's too close, but she doesn't care, she's never had much cause for not encroaching on his personal space.
"That's fine, yes."
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He doesn't say anything directly in response, just flips open to his bookmark. It still takes him about thirty seconds to do it, but he picks up where he left off, reading aloud quietly. He doesn't read with any particular dramatics like one might read to a toddler, but his voice inflects as the text directs, low so it doesn't carry beyond them and this bed.
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Even as the sun rises higher, she doesn't wake, tipping her chin slightly so her eyes fall back into the shadow of the canopy.
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He really does linger longer than he should, but he does need to crawl out sooner rather than later. He can loosen the curtains on the canopy and close off the light, let her sleep even longer. Cassian closes up his book and shifts himself a little away from her, already missing how warm and close she was and pretending otherwise. He manages to climb fully out of bed this time without her stopping him, though she does grumble about it, and when she almost immediately rolls into the empty space he left behind, he stops and stares before shaking his head. He drops the canopy curtains, not enclosing the bed entirely but making sure they'll blot the sun from her face, and he leaves her be.
Some of the maids shoot him Looks he doesn't like or respond to, but Cassian goes about his morning and afternoon as usual. He doesn't see Jyn for either breakfast or lunch, and one of the maids tells him that she's still sleeping, despite them trying to wake her up to eat a quick lunch and leaving her in his bed after shoving some fruits and bread in her.
Like so many other things about marriage with Jyn, it's very odd to trust her in his room like that. When he pokes his head in to pick up documents from his office, he checks on her, but not because of mistrust so much as he's making sure she's still all right. She looks so peaceful, he doesn't have the heart to tell her how much of the day is passing by.
Until dinner. Cassian never eats in the massive dining hall unless he needs to, preferring the quiet little dining room closer to the kitchen, where the table only seats about six people. It's been nicer with Jyn there, less alone. Sometimes Bodhi joins them too, and he likes that even more. Today he wouldn't be surprised if she was still sleeping, but he sits down anyway, with a pile of papers next to him because escaping work is nearly always impossible and he isn't really expecting company tonight, though he will tell the maids to make sure Jyn gets up to eat a full meal.
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When the maids wake her to eat, she's barely awake, every question answered with a yawn as she rubs sleepily at her eyes. No, they did not have sex. Honestly, would he be out of the room right now if they did? Maids, please. Besides which, this will be a sexless marriage. Screw the Alliance if they want as heir. If he snores, she didn't notice. But yes, she does agree he looks very sweet when he's sleeping.
Once she's eaten something, they tuck her in again, stoking the fire to keep her warm.
Eventually they wake her again, bodily dragging her out of bed and shoving her into the simplest dress they can manage, looping her hair up into an equally simple braid that sits like a crown on her head. Then they shove her into the hall and cheerfully tell her there is food in the dining room. All of which is what finds her walking into the room, stifling a yawn behind her hand, and slumping down in the seat next to Cassian.
She squints at him, but it's clearly not some narrow-eyed gaze and instead her sleepy eyes adjusting to being open again. "Good morning."
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