He hesitates to say kissing her was a mistake, because nothing that great can ever be a mistake, but they are still exposed no matter how bowled over he is by her excitement and the feel of her against him. He squeezes her hips, which doesn't help, but there are far less barriers between them now. Maybe half a mistake.
"Not here," he chastises, and it falls a little flat because he doesn't move from her mouth either, not to mention he kissed her first. He does pause to catch his breath after a few moments, before pulling away to look at her. Come on, Cassian, upstairs isn't much further! "You just distracted me."
They can't go anywhere until he moves back, but oh it's so hard. "I think it's clear now."
"No," Jyn counters, curling her hand around the back of his neck and tugging him down. She shakes her head, eyes bright. "Someone is coming."
Someone is coming. Jyn decrees it so and so it is, using that as a flimsy excuse to kiss him again, her free hand curling around his back, arm strong and sure as she keeps them pressed together. This is certainly the best use for her upper body strength that she can think of, though probably not how Saw would want her exercising her strength.
If someone really was coming, getting swept up in another kiss would be the least subtle response. But Jyn knows that, so he has no qualms about kissing her again.
Especially because of the way she practically drags him closer to her. Cassian never doubted how strong she was, but he kind of likes the way she uses it now with him. It's a good press, one that doesn't make him panic. His hands slide over her back and he eagerly kisses her, trying to remind himself yet again that they're still not tucked away in a bedroom. Someone could walk by for real.
But Jyn is warm, and there are no barriers, and it's ridiculously easy to open his mouth under hers.
There's not even a corset, the only thing between his warm hands and her skin are the, admittedly sturdy, fabrics of Bodhi's shirt and her undershirt. His hands feel like they're burning straight through to her skin and her heart thunders against her ribs, desperately craving more.
She stumbles off her tiptoes when she hears another small cluster of maids -- not Jyn's -- and she yanks Cassian back into the little alcove, fingers clutching his shirt. She doesn't actually want to be interrupted and she doubts he does either, so guess they'll have to hide again.
The absurdity of it all makes her stifle her laughter against his chest. They're hiding like children.
He kind of never wants her to wear a corset again for purely selfish reasons, but he's not sure Jyn would mind either. She hates them anyway!
He gets a little thrill when she tugs him back into the corner, trying not to laugh too. Between the look on her face and the complete ridiculousness of the situation, it's truly a struggle. He ducks his head towards her shoulder to hide his face, waiting until the maids pass by.
Cassian is the Crown Prince of Fest, and he is hiding away with his wife because they don't want to be seen. Once the hallway finally empties again, he lifts his head and smiles at her. He lifts his hand up too to press a finger to her lips, to keep her from talking and to keep himself from kissing her again.
She bristles, automatic, and straightens up to her full height... which is admittedly not much. But while she isn't going to fight him, or even speak, because she agrees they should move now while it's clear and she would very much like to continue all of this in the privacy of one of their rooms.
She isn't picky now.
However, she does kiss his finger, sweet, and then immediately draws it into her mouth, warm and wet, eyelashes fluttering as she looks at him just as sweetly, tongue swirling around his finger, sucking lightly. She couldn't just let him get away with it.
His brain sort of short circuits for a second, and his gaze goes dark because honestly what the fuck Jyn?? It actually takes him a few seconds to do something other than stare at her, and he huffs.
"You are a menace," he whispers, pulling his hand away before he does something stupid like shove her into the wall again. He does lean in to kiss her cheek though, but privacy is waiting and he doesn't want to drop his mouth down her neck when literally anyone can still walk by.
He tugs on her hand, reluctantly pulling them out of the alcove at last; he's hyper-aware of how warm her palm is in his and going to be thinking about her lips around his finger for the rest of the trip up.
Jyn gives him the most innocent smile, obscenely self-congratulatory at his reaction to her innocent, playful teasing. There was something truly enjoyable about watching his expression go completely blank for a few brief moments, especially considering how controlled and collected Cassian usually is. She could get used to that.
She could get used to cheek kisses and hand holding too, following half behind him without any protest to stay behind in the alcove this time. Jyn likes to consider herself fairly smart, but she would have to be very, very stupid to protest that hungry look in his eyes.
Her innocent smile is full of lies, but he loves every single part of it. Why does it feel like that's going to be a problem?
It's a problem for a later day, however, because Cassian is too concerned with getting them up to their rooms undetected. It's relatively smooth sailing from the alcove, between the way they walk together and the emptiness of the hallways. Their wing is very private all things considered, and the castle staff largely stays away during the day except on cleaning days. They reach the wing in no time, and Cassian is stupidly giddy on his feet.
And still holding her hand. It's empty around them, and he shoots her a smile, half tugging her towards his room on instinct, but it's slow enough now to allow her any protests.
Jyn doesn't protest, but she does quicken her steps to divert him to her room. She was really looking forward to the soft rug in front of the fire, it was her vision.
"They won't think to check here first," she supplies, pushing the door open. It's reasonable, considering they've been spending most of their time in Cassian's room lately. His bed is bigger!
It also holds all the remnants of their families. Cassian's picture and Jyn's blanket, it's a lovely room but Jyn doesn't know if she can handle kissing Cassian in front of the picture of his parents, in front of Saw's blanket. The latter might summon Saw himself and no thank you.
There's no fight when she changes directions. She makes a good point about being found; they do spend most of their time together in his room not hers. They sleep in his. Cassian has zero real preference, he just wants to kiss her again, so when she opens the door, he eagerly follows her inside, pushing it shut behind him as soon as they clear the threshold.
Her fire is dim, so as much as he'd like to just yank her in and start kissing her, he pulls them towards the fireplace instead. He doesn't even let go of her hand while he tosses in three more logs, prodding at them with the poker till he's sure the fire will spread through all of them.
Finally he meets her gaze with a soft smile, running his thumb over her palm. "Do you want to change?" Their clothes are still damp. The rug is waiting for them, but it might be more comfortable if they're dry, if that's what she wants.
"I want," Jyn says slowly, gently guiding his hand to the top button of Bodhi's shirt. In all honesty it is loose enough on her frame that there isn't any true need to unbutton it at all, but that is clearly irrelevant.
"I would like you to undress me."
The blush at her own boldness is instant. They are married! She is not making a difficult request and he already helped her out of her dress and corset earlier, but that was well before he had kissed her and filled her with the pleasant need for more. More kisses, more touches, more little sighs and noises. And more skin. Jyn finds she would like much more skin.
Oh. His free hand follows on instinct, both of them hovering at the top button. He could very clearly just pull it over her head, but the intent is clear, and Cassian finds he would give anything she wanted.
But he doesn't miss the red that sprawls over her cheeks either, and it reminds him of the need to keep checking in. He pops open the first button, then the second, his fingers careful and slow, which is both on purpose despite their mad rush and to give him time to collect his thoughts.
"I would like that very much too." He pops the third, revealing more of her undershirt. Slow is good. Slow will wind her up more. He carefully makes his way down through the rest of the buttons, then trails back up to her face, fingers still idly playing with her shirt as he hesitates to pull it off her. There's no question the both of them want so much more, of where this is going, but - "Have you done this before?"
Jyn is entranced by the trail of his fingers, watching him unbutton her borrowed shirt carefully. She only looks up when he finishes his work, color on her cheeks from more than just her own request now.
"No." She chews on her lip, nervous that he is going to suddenly change his mind with her inexperience on the table now. "I didn't have... time."
She'd come close with Hadder but it had all exploded, literally, before she could give in to his charming persuasion. Her mouth sets with determination, straightening up to her full height, chin held up defiantly. "You're meant to be undressing me, husband. Listen to your wife."
He senses her sudden nerves, and he leans in to kiss her very sweetly even against how defiantly she looks at him. "I don't care if you have or haven't."
In the same movement he slides the sleeves off her arms, and the oversized shirt falls to the floor at her feet. He rests his hands at her waist, fingers dipping idly under the hem of her undershirt, but he doesn't listen to her and tug it off just yet. "I asked because I want to make sure I know how to go from here. To make sure you are going to be comfortable. To make sure you feel good."
He kisses her again, a little less sweetly but it's as reassuring as it is lingering. "I am going to listen to everything you have to say." He doesn't meant it in a smooth or lascivious way. He just wants them to communicate. "And I am going to keep undressing you."
Oh, there goes her shirt. Clever boy. She has to fight the urge to wriggle down so his hands slide her under shirt up, so more of him is touching her bare skin, but she kind of also wants him to keep going at his own seemingly glacial pace.
Makes sense for a boy born here, she supposes.
"How will you go from here?" she asks, sounding more curious than demanding -- the opposite of what she was aiming for, but Cassian has always been able to foul her up. Usually she is better at hiding it. Now she predicts, it'll be unlikely to hide anything.
Almost like he read her mind, his hands slide higher under her shirt, cradling her waist and pressing warmly into her skin. He misses the pace from earlier in the snow, but he also knows that's not how he wants to do this. Not if it's her first time.
"I am not going to rush. I know you probably want to, but it's not going to be any fun if I do not warm you up first." Figuratively? Literally? Both?? He kisses her again, then carefully pulls her undershirt up and over her head, leaving her torso in only a breast band and her mother's crystal hanging around her neck. His hands settle back at her waist, and he waits a moment to gauge her mood, what to do next. "I know you also wanted to make use of your rug, but I think the bed is better. This time."
"No," Jyn says sternly, shaking her head once. They're already on the rug. She wanted the rug. The rug was part of the vision brought by the dirty books in his castle's library. It's his fault.
"I want to stay here. On the rug." It's stern and she doesn't look likely to waver on this specific detail. She wants the rug. She wants Cassian on the rug. She wants... actually all her specifics end on this one point. Everything else is on the table.
She can feel her long braid tickling at the small of her back, reminding her that she still has pants on. "I'm not undressed yet, Captain."
He's both surprised and not by her stubborn attachment to the rug. He shoots her a very amused smile, but finds he doesn't... have a lot of fight against her. It's probably not ideal, but it's apparently what she wants, and shouldn't that take more sway? He wants nothing more than to do what she wants right now.
"Okay," he says, not quite sighing, but he sounds very fond. "We can stay on the rug."
He pulls her a few steps further onto said rug, centering them. "I can only do one part at a time, Jyn." He pulls at the drawstring to her pants and they slip immediately down over her hips. Right, Bodhi's pants. They might both be on the leaner and skinny side, but she's still smaller than he is. Cassian drops down to his knees before her, pulling gently at the waist of the pants to help them fall down. Probably unnecessary, but he doesn't care. He grabs her thigh with one hand, then lifts the other leg to pull her foot out, doing the same with the other pant leg. He pushes the pants away from the rug entirely, then trails back up to look at her face, still holding her thigh. "Better?"
Oh boy, he is holding her thigh, that is happening. His hands are warm and sure and she finds the sight of him down there... intoxicating. She finds her breath stuttering, heart pounding in her chest.
This is going to go down. This is going to happen.
"How are you--" She swallows, steadying herself. If she shows apprehension or nerves she has a feeling he will put a stop to all of this. She's not nervous! She's excited, but she knows it's showing up as nerves because this is all so new. "How are you going to warm me up?"
She can be excited and nervous at the same time! It doesn't mean he's going to stop; he doesn't want to, she doesn't want to. He wants to climb to his feet and kiss her in reassurance, but he also has a plan, so he resists the temptation.
Besides, she's standing right in front of him nearly naked. That's plenty enough temptation. He leans in and kisses the bare skin of her leg, right above where his hand is.
"With my hands." He slides his fingers down and kisses her again, only a little higher. In all honesty, Cassian is feeling a little nervous himself, but the way he deals with that best is trudging onward. He's more concerned with her comfort. "And maybe my mouth. Is that all right?"
"Yes." It comes out very quickly, no time to temper her impatience. Impatient already, he was right when he'd said she'd want to rush. She feels very warmed up, she thinks it would be perfectly fine to just carry on quickly.
But she does like the feel of his beard tickling against her thighs.
He does not laugh, but he almost does, the amusement very evident in his face while he looks up at her again. Her impatience is very contagious and he's trying very hard not to catch it.
"Everything would take a while, and I am not sure you or I care to wait that that long." He's teasing a little, which helps him relax, because he doesn't want to be super serious. He just wants them to be themselves.
He plants a kiss against her thigh again, lingering for a second while he just takes in the moment. "I just want you."
She hums a noise and even it sounds impatient. He is very right, she cannot wait that long, however much she would like to try every single thing she can imagine. Admittedly, she still can't imagine much.
"You have me."
Her hand lifts to slip her fingers through his hair, smoothing it back as if it were in his face, like he wants to see him perfectly clear. "Now. You said you're going to use your mouth. How exactly will you be using your mouth, Cassian?"
You have me, she says, but it feels more like the opposite. Cassian feels like she has all of him and he wants to give himself over willingly. He never thought he'd be so lucky in a marriage, but Jyn is one of the best things that's ever happened of him.
He hums when she runs her hand through his hair, and he looks back up at her. "I want to kiss you, and I want to find some of the places you might like. I want to use it to... discover you. And I would not mind if you wanted to do the same."
He kisses her thigh again, three in a row across three different freckles he finds on her leg. "I want to use it to make you feel good, whatever that entails - but I think part of the fun will be finding that out."
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"Not here," he chastises, and it falls a little flat because he doesn't move from her mouth either, not to mention he kissed her first. He does pause to catch his breath after a few moments, before pulling away to look at her. Come on, Cassian, upstairs isn't much further! "You just distracted me."
They can't go anywhere until he moves back, but oh it's so hard. "I think it's clear now."
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Someone is coming. Jyn decrees it so and so it is, using that as a flimsy excuse to kiss him again, her free hand curling around his back, arm strong and sure as she keeps them pressed together. This is certainly the best use for her upper body strength that she can think of, though probably not how Saw would want her exercising her strength.
Oh well.
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Especially because of the way she practically drags him closer to her. Cassian never doubted how strong she was, but he kind of likes the way she uses it now with him. It's a good press, one that doesn't make him panic. His hands slide over her back and he eagerly kisses her, trying to remind himself yet again that they're still not tucked away in a bedroom. Someone could walk by for real.
But Jyn is warm, and there are no barriers, and it's ridiculously easy to open his mouth under hers.
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She stumbles off her tiptoes when she hears another small cluster of maids -- not Jyn's -- and she yanks Cassian back into the little alcove, fingers clutching his shirt. She doesn't actually want to be interrupted and she doubts he does either, so guess they'll have to hide again.
The absurdity of it all makes her stifle her laughter against his chest. They're hiding like children.
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He gets a little thrill when she tugs him back into the corner, trying not to laugh too. Between the look on her face and the complete ridiculousness of the situation, it's truly a struggle. He ducks his head towards her shoulder to hide his face, waiting until the maids pass by.
Cassian is the Crown Prince of Fest, and he is hiding away with his wife because they don't want to be seen. Once the hallway finally empties again, he lifts his head and smiles at her. He lifts his hand up too to press a finger to her lips, to keep her from talking and to keep himself from kissing her again.
"We should go while it's clear."
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She bristles, automatic, and straightens up to her full height... which is admittedly not much. But while she isn't going to fight him, or even speak, because she agrees they should move now while it's clear and she would very much like to continue all of this in the privacy of one of their rooms.
She isn't picky now.
However, she does kiss his finger, sweet, and then immediately draws it into her mouth, warm and wet, eyelashes fluttering as she looks at him just as sweetly, tongue swirling around his finger, sucking lightly. She couldn't just let him get away with it.
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"You are a menace," he whispers, pulling his hand away before he does something stupid like shove her into the wall again. He does lean in to kiss her cheek though, but privacy is waiting and he doesn't want to drop his mouth down her neck when literally anyone can still walk by.
He tugs on her hand, reluctantly pulling them out of the alcove at last; he's hyper-aware of how warm her palm is in his and going to be thinking about her lips around his finger for the rest of the trip up.
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She could get used to cheek kisses and hand holding too, following half behind him without any protest to stay behind in the alcove this time. Jyn likes to consider herself fairly smart, but she would have to be very, very stupid to protest that hungry look in his eyes.
Right now, she would follow him anywhere.
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It's a problem for a later day, however, because Cassian is too concerned with getting them up to their rooms undetected. It's relatively smooth sailing from the alcove, between the way they walk together and the emptiness of the hallways. Their wing is very private all things considered, and the castle staff largely stays away during the day except on cleaning days. They reach the wing in no time, and Cassian is stupidly giddy on his feet.
And still holding her hand. It's empty around them, and he shoots her a smile, half tugging her towards his room on instinct, but it's slow enough now to allow her any protests.
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"They won't think to check here first," she supplies, pushing the door open. It's reasonable, considering they've been spending most of their time in Cassian's room lately. His bed is bigger!
It also holds all the remnants of their families. Cassian's picture and Jyn's blanket, it's a lovely room but Jyn doesn't know if she can handle kissing Cassian in front of the picture of his parents, in front of Saw's blanket. The latter might summon Saw himself and no thank you.
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Her fire is dim, so as much as he'd like to just yank her in and start kissing her, he pulls them towards the fireplace instead. He doesn't even let go of her hand while he tosses in three more logs, prodding at them with the poker till he's sure the fire will spread through all of them.
Finally he meets her gaze with a soft smile, running his thumb over her palm. "Do you want to change?" Their clothes are still damp. The rug is waiting for them, but it might be more comfortable if they're dry, if that's what she wants.
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"I would like you to undress me."
The blush at her own boldness is instant. They are married! She is not making a difficult request and he already helped her out of her dress and corset earlier, but that was well before he had kissed her and filled her with the pleasant need for more. More kisses, more touches, more little sighs and noises. And more skin. Jyn finds she would like much more skin.
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But he doesn't miss the red that sprawls over her cheeks either, and it reminds him of the need to keep checking in. He pops open the first button, then the second, his fingers careful and slow, which is both on purpose despite their mad rush and to give him time to collect his thoughts.
"I would like that very much too." He pops the third, revealing more of her undershirt. Slow is good. Slow will wind her up more. He carefully makes his way down through the rest of the buttons, then trails back up to her face, fingers still idly playing with her shirt as he hesitates to pull it off her. There's no question the both of them want so much more, of where this is going, but - "Have you done this before?"
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"No." She chews on her lip, nervous that he is going to suddenly change his mind with her inexperience on the table now. "I didn't have... time."
She'd come close with Hadder but it had all exploded, literally, before she could give in to his charming persuasion. Her mouth sets with determination, straightening up to her full height, chin held up defiantly. "You're meant to be undressing me, husband. Listen to your wife."
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In the same movement he slides the sleeves off her arms, and the oversized shirt falls to the floor at her feet. He rests his hands at her waist, fingers dipping idly under the hem of her undershirt, but he doesn't listen to her and tug it off just yet. "I asked because I want to make sure I know how to go from here. To make sure you are going to be comfortable. To make sure you feel good."
He kisses her again, a little less sweetly but it's as reassuring as it is lingering. "I am going to listen to everything you have to say." He doesn't meant it in a smooth or lascivious way. He just wants them to communicate. "And I am going to keep undressing you."
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Makes sense for a boy born here, she supposes.
"How will you go from here?" she asks, sounding more curious than demanding -- the opposite of what she was aiming for, but Cassian has always been able to foul her up. Usually she is better at hiding it. Now she predicts, it'll be unlikely to hide anything.
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"I am not going to rush. I know you probably want to, but it's not going to be any fun if I do not warm you up first." Figuratively? Literally? Both?? He kisses her again, then carefully pulls her undershirt up and over her head, leaving her torso in only a breast band and her mother's crystal hanging around her neck. His hands settle back at her waist, and he waits a moment to gauge her mood, what to do next. "I know you also wanted to make use of your rug, but I think the bed is better. This time."
He is all about the rug another time though.
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"I want to stay here. On the rug." It's stern and she doesn't look likely to waver on this specific detail. She wants the rug. She wants Cassian on the rug. She wants... actually all her specifics end on this one point. Everything else is on the table.
She can feel her long braid tickling at the small of her back, reminding her that she still has pants on. "I'm not undressed yet, Captain."
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"Okay," he says, not quite sighing, but he sounds very fond. "We can stay on the rug."
He pulls her a few steps further onto said rug, centering them. "I can only do one part at a time, Jyn." He pulls at the drawstring to her pants and they slip immediately down over her hips. Right, Bodhi's pants. They might both be on the leaner and skinny side, but she's still smaller than he is. Cassian drops down to his knees before her, pulling gently at the waist of the pants to help them fall down. Probably unnecessary, but he doesn't care. He grabs her thigh with one hand, then lifts the other leg to pull her foot out, doing the same with the other pant leg. He pushes the pants away from the rug entirely, then trails back up to look at her face, still holding her thigh. "Better?"
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This is going to go down. This is going to happen.
"How are you--" She swallows, steadying herself. If she shows apprehension or nerves she has a feeling he will put a stop to all of this. She's not nervous! She's excited, but she knows it's showing up as nerves because this is all so new. "How are you going to warm me up?"
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Besides, she's standing right in front of him nearly naked. That's plenty enough temptation. He leans in and kisses the bare skin of her leg, right above where his hand is.
"With my hands." He slides his fingers down and kisses her again, only a little higher. In all honesty, Cassian is feeling a little nervous himself, but the way he deals with that best is trudging onward. He's more concerned with her comfort. "And maybe my mouth. Is that all right?"
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But she does like the feel of his beard tickling against her thighs.
"I want everything."
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"Everything would take a while, and I am not sure you or I care to wait that that long." He's teasing a little, which helps him relax, because he doesn't want to be super serious. He just wants them to be themselves.
He plants a kiss against her thigh again, lingering for a second while he just takes in the moment. "I just want you."
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"You have me."
Her hand lifts to slip her fingers through his hair, smoothing it back as if it were in his face, like he wants to see him perfectly clear. "Now. You said you're going to use your mouth. How exactly will you be using your mouth, Cassian?"
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He hums when she runs her hand through his hair, and he looks back up at her. "I want to kiss you, and I want to find some of the places you might like. I want to use it to... discover you. And I would not mind if you wanted to do the same."
He kisses her thigh again, three in a row across three different freckles he finds on her leg. "I want to use it to make you feel good, whatever that entails - but I think part of the fun will be finding that out."
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