"You're still a twat," is how Jyn answers him, pressing her lips together to keep from grinning. How dare he use the opportunity she presented him with and make such a perfect joke. (How dare he be so surprisingly cute, more like.)
She shakes her head, laughter on her breath as she settles back against the pillow, casually reaching back to drape his arm around her again. He's warm and his presence is solid and she likes it against her back in the tiny room. She isn't used to indulging in such comforts and she certainly isn't used to trusting so easily the way she has tonight but.
She calls him a twat again, but curls up more comfortably with him anyway, so it's probably a weird sort of Jyn-compliment. He might have fallen into bed with her quickly and only quite literally, but they still need a few more levels before they reach the Unlock Tragic Backstory achievements no matter how well they surprisingly get along. "And yet I am still here."
Cassian settles his arm neatly around her and adjusts the blankets, resisting the temptation to kiss the top of her head. It's the most bizarre urge all night. Sex is explainable, but genuine affection throws him.
Maybe he should have hung out with Jyn without Bodhi much sooner. Criminal behavior or otherwise.
He's Bodhi's friend, she tells herself, to explain away how comfortable she is right now. He's Bodhi's friend and she's used to having him in the house even if they never interacted. Even if that is so far from being curled up next to him in bed.
Fucking cuddling.
Jyn doesn't even cuddle after sex. (Rather, she refuses to cuddle after sex. Sex is perfunctory, to scratch an itch.)
And here she is, falling asleep in Cassian's arms while Adelita and Scardelita dance with the old people in town and Maria and Manolo sing at their own wedding. The credits aren't even rolling and Jyn's asleep, arm curled around his, toes brushing his shins, breaths slow and even.
It is a strangely comfortable cuddle. Cassian is very closed off by nature, and he feels exposed laying with Jyn - but apparently not enough to crawl away. Especially when he can feel her falling asleep in his arms. From every impression he's gotten of Jyn so far, it feels like a big deal.
The weirdest part of all of this is when he falls asleep too, dozing off with his arm wrapped around her. He sleeps lightly, but he always does. He hears Bodhi coming home in a very vague awareness, but it's not until the morning does he fully wake again. Sunrise early. He's got a shift in a few hours, he needs to go home and change and probably shave. He's struck by the fact that he doesn't actually want to leave.
Regardless, duty awaits. Very carefully he disentangles from the pretzel of limbs he seems to have found himself in through the night. It's quite the effort, because Jyn's grip is fierce even in her sleep, but eventually he manages to climb out of bed and reluctantly pull his pants back on.
She rolls over immediately into the warm spot he just vacated, and Cassian allows himself the smallest of smiles before he silently slips from the room and apartment both. He should have said goodbye, but she was sleeping so peacefully, so he'd settled instead for just leaving his number on a piece of paper taped to the TV, with a note simply reading Buenas dias. For emergencies :).
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She shakes her head, laughter on her breath as she settles back against the pillow, casually reaching back to drape his arm around her again. He's warm and his presence is solid and she likes it against her back in the tiny room. She isn't used to indulging in such comforts and she certainly isn't used to trusting so easily the way she has tonight but.
She's going with it.
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Cassian settles his arm neatly around her and adjusts the blankets, resisting the temptation to kiss the top of her head. It's the most bizarre urge all night. Sex is explainable, but genuine affection throws him.
Maybe he should have hung out with Jyn without Bodhi much sooner. Criminal behavior or otherwise.
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He's Bodhi's friend, she tells herself, to explain away how comfortable she is right now. He's Bodhi's friend and she's used to having him in the house even if they never interacted. Even if that is so far from being curled up next to him in bed.
Fucking cuddling.
Jyn doesn't even cuddle after sex. (Rather, she refuses to cuddle after sex. Sex is perfunctory, to scratch an itch.)
And here she is, falling asleep in Cassian's arms while Adelita and Scardelita dance with the old people in town and Maria and Manolo sing at their own wedding. The credits aren't even rolling and Jyn's asleep, arm curled around his, toes brushing his shins, breaths slow and even.
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The weirdest part of all of this is when he falls asleep too, dozing off with his arm wrapped around her. He sleeps lightly, but he always does. He hears Bodhi coming home in a very vague awareness, but it's not until the morning does he fully wake again. Sunrise early. He's got a shift in a few hours, he needs to go home and change and probably shave. He's struck by the fact that he doesn't actually want to leave.
Regardless, duty awaits. Very carefully he disentangles from the pretzel of limbs he seems to have found himself in through the night. It's quite the effort, because Jyn's grip is fierce even in her sleep, but eventually he manages to climb out of bed and reluctantly pull his pants back on.
She rolls over immediately into the warm spot he just vacated, and Cassian allows himself the smallest of smiles before he silently slips from the room and apartment both. He should have said goodbye, but she was sleeping so peacefully, so he'd settled instead for just leaving his number on a piece of paper taped to the TV, with a note simply reading Buenas dias. For emergencies :).
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