"I just like to ask," he says firmly, maybe a little apologetically too. He always asks, even when it's more like double checking. Even though they have literally already fucked.
But she does it for him, snapping the back open, and suddenly several things fall from her chest and scatter across the bed. His hand is still tucked under the strap, and he's going to pull it off entirely but first -
First he's going to let out a laugh. "I cannot believe you had all this in there. What if I had taken it off elsewhere?"
"It'd fall out there?" It was almost a close thing that it fell out all over the kitchen floor, but they'd been too distracted to dispose of shirts there. Which is maybe for the best, her keys would have definitely hit him in the dick in that case. As it is, Jyn scoops up her stuff and stretches past Cassian to dump it on his side table.
Nope, his laugh continues. It's so absurd and so normal at once, this pile of her things sprawled out on his bed. "So you made your own pocket."
When she sits back up beside him, he finally pulls the straps off and the bra falls over too. His grin tempers with the distraction of her now naked in his bed, and he can't help the way he follows all the lines of her muscles, the ones he knew existed but never saw so closely. She's got scars scattered over her skin, but so does he.
She is strong and beautiful and he can't seem to look away from her. "Good to see you were not lying about that stab wound."
He's too fuckstruck to remember he told himself not to mention the wound.
"If I lied you wouldn't have had sex with me." Thus it necessitated honesty so she could get in his pants more than once. She learned from sleeping with him without sleeping with him that he wasn't going to play with her if she was still injured.
"I still have my argument for the validity of orgasm as pain management if you change your mind, but as much as I love to argue with you, please don't change your mind."
A heated discussion would not put her off sex at all, she would enjoy it, but also she just wants to be wanted and it is as simple as that.
His face softens a little. "I appreciate the honesty."
And he does. It slips from his face with a puff of a laugh, and he ducks his head like he's trying to hide it. "I have not changed my mind. I would very much like to do that again sometime, if you would."
Maybe several agains, if he's being honest. Definitely again today, but the future sounds good too.
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But she does it for him, snapping the back open, and suddenly several things fall from her chest and scatter across the bed. His hand is still tucked under the strap, and he's going to pull it off entirely but first -
First he's going to let out a laugh. "I cannot believe you had all this in there. What if I had taken it off elsewhere?"
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She shrugs. "I didn't have pockets."
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When she sits back up beside him, he finally pulls the straps off and the bra falls over too. His grin tempers with the distraction of her now naked in his bed, and he can't help the way he follows all the lines of her muscles, the ones he knew existed but never saw so closely. She's got scars scattered over her skin, but so does he.
She is strong and beautiful and he can't seem to look away from her. "Good to see you were not lying about that stab wound."
He's too fuckstruck to remember he told himself not to mention the wound.
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"I still have my argument for the validity of orgasm as pain management if you change your mind, but as much as I love to argue with you, please don't change your mind."
A heated discussion would not put her off sex at all, she would enjoy it, but also she just wants to be wanted and it is as simple as that.
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And he does. It slips from his face with a puff of a laugh, and he ducks his head like he's trying to hide it. "I have not changed my mind. I would very much like to do that again sometime, if you would."
Maybe several agains, if he's being honest. Definitely again today, but the future sounds good too.