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."
His beard tickles across her thigh again and she sucks in a soft breath, lips parting. He wants to make her feel good, he wants to discover her. She swears under her breath, nodding quickly.
"Can I." She puffs out her cheeks before she puffs out a breath of air. "Can I make a suggestion where you might like to start?"
While she likes his lips against her thighs, likes the grip he has on her, Jyn steps back so she can sink gracefully to her own knees, automatically crossing her legs at the ankle even as she reaches back to undo the small, fiddly cloth buttons that keep her breast band in place. It flutters down on the rug between them and Jyn's lips purse into the faintest of smirks.
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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"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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"Can I." She puffs out her cheeks before she puffs out a breath of air. "Can I make a suggestion where you might like to start?"
While she likes his lips against her thighs, likes the grip he has on her, Jyn steps back so she can sink gracefully to her own knees, automatically crossing her legs at the ankle even as she reaches back to undo the small, fiddly cloth buttons that keep her breast band in place. It flutters down on the rug between them and Jyn's lips purse into the faintest of smirks.
There is the starting line.
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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.