"I guessed." She'd used context clues from Bodhi and a past history of poker nights and then just decided, fuck it. "If you weren't here I was going to leave the food."
No harm, no foul, it isn't a huge trek from her apartment to his, and there's a hipster ice cream place between them she was going to stop at had he not been home. She wouldn't have lost anything really, definitely would have gained ice cream.
Now, she steps into his apartment and breathes out a slow breath. It's very spartan, neat, a place for everything and everything in it's place, and she feels out of place. Maybe she should have just invited him over, but no, she wanted this to happen somewhere that didn't have all the odd cuddling and she didn't want Bodhi to interrupt. She holds out the food.
"It's cuy." There's a little mason jar of chicha in there as well that the guy had snuck in when Jyn adjusted the order for someone other than Bodhi. Like he fucking knew. Maybe that was why he added the chocolate... "Have you ever been to Peru?"
He gets the sense it was a little more than just guessing, and instinct is telling him to question her more, but he lets it slide. "Someone might have stolen it, if you just left it." He has decent neighbors, at least on his own floor, but you never know.
Cassian feels weirdly alert letting her into his space. It's not that he minds at all, but it's not like he has people over very often either. He keeps it clean, so at least he doesn't have to worry about any kind of mess visible in her visit.
He is very surprised to hear she's brought cuy of all things, and he doesn't try to hide it, even though his expression is still a subtle one. "You like cuy?" It's not judging! It's just surprised! He assumes it's Bodhi's influence. "To Lima once as a child, but only for a few days."
Carefully she sets the food on the counter, pulling it out of the bag and setting each item down. "My mother took me there for a research trip when I was a little girl. The house where we stayed had a little... herd, I suppose. A herd of guinea pigs that lived outside the kitchen and while we were there the woman stooped down and just scooped up a guinea pig from outside and cooked it for us."
Jyn literally watched the guinea pig slaughtered in front of her as a tiny child and still considers it a comfort food.
He follows her around towards the kitchenette, pulling out some forks and plates. When she describes her childhood cuy experience, he sort of looks at her mildly surprised. Cassian knows that is exactly what happens for the dish to exist, but. She was a tiny.
"And you still eat it today?" His grandmother had definitely let him try it as a child, but she'd refused to let him even go look at the tiny rodents. He grabs two glasses and sets them down besides the food too. "Water? Iced tea? I have beer too, but." It's imported Mexican beer from the corner grocery of course. She brought him food, the least he can do is share some if she wants to already dive into alcohol.
Jyn's nose wrinkles immediately when he says iced tea, barbarian, but she say nothing about it. It's his home, not hers. "Water is fine, thank you. Unless you want to break open the chicha."
From her tone, she does not think it is the right time. Even if maybe it would ease some of the lingering tension between them and get them, like, banging against the counter which she would really be into, but then the food would get cold so. Food before propositioning him.
"I like it," she adds, settling the food on the plates carefully, making sure they each get the same amount. "It reminds me of... home, I suppose."
He grabs a jug of water from the fridge and fills their glasses, leaving it out in case they want more. He should have known she'd be a snob about iced tea though, and it makes him want to have some in front of her whenever he can. "We can have the chicha later."
Which! Is agreement with her that now isn't the right time, as well as straight up confirmation that he would like her to stay for longer, after they eat. Whatever that entails. Maybe banging against the counter is on the itinerary.
Cassian sort of nods, surprised at this tiny piece of information about her life. She likes cuy, it reminds her of home and her mother. It's oddly endearing. He takes a seat at one of the kitchen stools, gesturing for her to sit at the one next to him. There's a third on the side, but he wants to sit beside her. "My grandmother gets it sometimes, but she won't make it herself. I like it too." A beat. "Thank you, for bringing it over."
Chicha later pretty much guarantees some counter top banging so that's nice. It makes Jyn feel warm, that he wants her to stay. He could have brushed it off with a no, but he invited the later. Cool, maybe all that wild sexual tension from the other day wasn't just a fabrication of her injuries.
She brushes off the thanks as she scoots onto the stool, scooping up a giant bite of cuy. "You stitched me up, as it were. It's the least I could do to make it up."
She can do a lot of other things if he's up to it -- maybe she should stop thinking about it is she wants to make it through eating, but he's wearing sweats and that is not fair. Sweats are basically an invitation to think about his junk. It's the exact same reason she wore leggings. That and they were the only clean pants she had and 70% of her casual clothes are leggings because they're the most comfortable thing to work out in... No, it was mostly because they make her ass look incredible.
"You were hurt, and you were clearly not very concerned yourself." He doesn't want to say something like of course I did or I would have done it for anyone when she's trying to be weirdly nice about it in her own Jyn way. He doesn't want to dismiss it. Kill the mood. "Cuy is a good choice. Unexpected but still good."
She is apparently interested in making it up to him in other ways, but he doesn't like thinking about it that way, because he didn't patch her up to get laid. He's also not thinking at all about the state of his pants; these are his lazy clothes and he did not wake up and get dressed with any ulterior motives - hers on the other hand are very distracting. Leggings are so common that he doesn't really find them inherently sexy, but she is here for a reason and her legs look great. He steals a glance in his best attempts at subtle while he starts into his own cuy.
But he wouldn't mind if she caught him either, so maybe he's not as careful as he could be. She's sitting right there!
Anyway Jyn eats like she's never eaten before and it's kind of adorable/scary because is she going to choke? Does she even chew? Is she simply inhaling all this without pause? How long can she go without breathing?
She's fine because after swallowing an enormous mouthful down, she gestures aimlessly at his pants and mentions:
"So you gonna keep your promise? It's been a day or so." Casual. Also he never promised. "I'm no longer actively bleeding from what was barely a stab wound or in an pain, although as I said at the time sex would have helped with that and you just let me suffer like some sort of monster."
She's like a human vacuum cleaner. He suddenly understands every single comment Bodhi has made about Jyn and food, and he's also kind of delighted to be witness to it. It's fascinating??
He does not start when she just jumps right into it, but he does pause with his fork halfway to his mouth. "Barely in pain or suffering like a monster? You cannot have been both."
Is he going to draw attention to that first?? Yes. He takes his bite of food and chews it carefully entirely on purpose, because he is definitely keeping that fake promise! But he doesn't want to sound like a creep about it.
"I would like to keep that promise, yes, if you are still interested too." She clearly is. But verbal affirmation is important!! "Preferably after we finish eating and wash our hands."
Gently, with the precise movements of a fucking lady, Jyn pushes her food away, closing the take out container. She picks it up and just as carefully pops it into Cassian's fridge, closing the door and turning to the sink.
To wash her hands.
"I am interested, Cassian. And just think, there is no cat here to taunt you with things you cannot touch." Jabba might play hard to get, but Jyn is definitely not.
He pauses again midway to his mouth with the fork as she neatly packs up her food. It's like he can't quite look away from her while she cleans up and starts washing her hands, and it's not until her comment that he finally shoves the bite into his mouth.
He should have eaten faster, though he's about two seconds from just heating it up later. He'll wait for her to finish at the sink and keep eating a few more bites till his turn, swallowing more quickly.
"Well, there is a lot I'd like to touch." He pauses. "Do you want the chicha now?"
She nudges the faucet off, reaching for the small towel to dry her hands. There's a little pause while she debates whether or not she wants the drink. There doesn't seem to be much awkwardness to smooth over and she already feels warm from anticipation so.
"I'm all set if you are." She doesn't need to drink for this, turning to face him. "Though I do have one, very important question."
He keeps watching her while he keeps eating, though part of him is wondering why he is still eating. She's done at the sink! Maybe he's just really hungry. Sex is waiting for him, but this cuy is so good and he's barely eaten today. Maybe he just feels like this is all fake and the second he stops eating, she'll be like haha never mind and leave.
One more bite, while he nods and chews and finally starts to close up his own take out box. "Of course. What is it?"
It's a serious, important question and she lets a length of silence stretch between them, as if to illustrate how serious. She even waits until the box is closed and ready to be transferred to the fridge so she knows she has his full attention.
Out of all the questions she could have asked, that's one he's not expecting. He doesn't answer right away, just kind of finishes chewing his bite carefully and lets himself look vaguely confused. Not a lot. Just enough to maybe he teasing.
"Both, depending on where I am and what I am doing. I prefer metric. How is this important?"
"I wanted to know if I was sleeping with a caveman or not." She uses metric because she's not a fucking animal. But there's a smirk on her expression so with Cassian it wouldn't have been a deal breaker.
She'd think less of him, of course, but it wouldn't stop her from sleeping with him.
"Are you quite finished, Captain Andor?" Bedroom eyes are a stupid concept but at the same time, Jyn is 1000% undressing him already so he might as well catch up to her imagination.
He rolls his eyes, even if he likes the way the smirk looks on her face. "Do I sound American to you?"
The United States is behind on the times.
He swallows and finishes packing up his box of food, feeling a rush of heat through him from the way she's looking at him. Cassian briefly returns the favor, quickly giving her a once over before he hops off the stool and shoves the food into the fridge. "Now I am finished."
Except for the handwashing, which he moves over to the sink to do, feeling warmer than the water knowing she is probably just watching him move around hella ready to Go. He may rinse a little extra just because he's trying to decide how he wants to approach this?? Not too long though, before he's turning around to look at her again, carefully drying his hands with the towel.
He wants to kiss her. And he is definitely looking at her like he wants to kiss her. "Will you come here for a second?"
"Mexico is so close, who knows what bad habits you've picked up." At least she had an ocean or two between herself and the Imperial system.
Her patience is running thin while he takes his sweet time washing his hands and he's honestly lucky that he is facing the sink because with a lack of face to look at her eyes drift to his cute butt in those sweats and it would have been incredibly rude to stare at his dick the same way. Her eyes lift as he turns and she steps forward immediately.
Briefly she wonders why a few hours with Cassian the evening before had affected her so much, especially considering she usually has a handle on her own desires. With Cassian that seemed to fly out the window.
But now he's asking her to come closer and she does so easily, stopping before she reaches his hands between them. She wants to yank the towel out of his hands and shove him against the sink and make out until her knees go weak but instead she waits patiently, hands at her sides. "Yeah?"
She lifts them two seconds too late, because he notices the tail end of the way her eyes slip back up to his face, but he can't say he mind. Apparently he does not have to feel bad about wearing sweatpants? Who knew.
He tosses the towel idly behind him by the time she comes over (it lands in the sink, that is how little he cares). It is ridiculously how much he wants her right now, this never happens to him. He doesn't know how one casual night shifted his thoughts towards her like a tectonic plate.
He reaches out, cupping her face in both his hands. "I'm going to kiss you now, Jyn."
Jyn nods, accepting this as fact, taking in the warmth of his hands on her face. She takes another step forward until she kind of bumps into him, looking up at him with a determined expression.
"If you don't, I will throw you off your own fire escape."
He doesn't know why he told her first. Maybe part of him is still just... expecting the worst. Another chance for her to change her mind, to say no.
But she does not. She makes a stupid joke, and it pulls a laugh out of him, which at least helps him feel easier.
"Better save myself then."
It's the last thing he says before he ducks down and kisses her, finally. It starts out slow for, like, three seconds, but it doesn't take long before he tries for something far more purposeful, letting some of his eagerness slip through.
Those three seconds are too slow honestly, but once he pushes in more Jyn all but leaps into action. Her hands grip into his tee shirt, pulling herself forward until she is flush against him, pushing up on her tip toes so he won't have to bend so far.
It's not like it's the first time they've kissed but it's the first time they've kissed when something more might be waiting in the wings and the anticipation, the idea of it, makes Jyn feel warm all over.
It's different this time. He'd kissed her before to Win their game, but now he doesn't have to stop kissing her and that's way better. She yanks herself in and literally the only downside is the angle of his neck, which was definitely not a problem the other day.
His hands drop down to her waist, to keep her in close. Cassian feels want and warmth and he deepens the kiss, tasting the cuy on her lips and almost laughing at - everything. He shuffles a little on his feet and they move backwards, back pressing against the sink while she presses into him.
He stops backing up and Jyn all but climbs him, hands sliding from his chest to circle her arms around his neck, pressing even closer still. She cannot get any closer, but she seems to be wanting to try despite the futility.
"You're too tall," she complains, waiting until he opens his mouth to retort before kissing him again, licking into his mouth with a satisfied laugh. Successful gambit!
Her point is true though. He's too tall for her and she knows that leaning down to kiss her has got to be rough on his neck and back. She can't stay on her tiptoes forever, either. They need to fix this before they get too far.
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No harm, no foul, it isn't a huge trek from her apartment to his, and there's a hipster ice cream place between them she was going to stop at had he not been home. She wouldn't have lost anything really, definitely would have gained ice cream.
Now, she steps into his apartment and breathes out a slow breath. It's very spartan, neat, a place for everything and everything in it's place, and she feels out of place. Maybe she should have just invited him over, but no, she wanted this to happen somewhere that didn't have all the odd cuddling and she didn't want Bodhi to interrupt. She holds out the food.
"It's cuy." There's a little mason jar of chicha in there as well that the guy had snuck in when Jyn adjusted the order for someone other than Bodhi. Like he fucking knew. Maybe that was why he added the chocolate... "Have you ever been to Peru?"
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Cassian feels weirdly alert letting her into his space. It's not that he minds at all, but it's not like he has people over very often either. He keeps it clean, so at least he doesn't have to worry about any kind of mess visible in her visit.
He is very surprised to hear she's brought cuy of all things, and he doesn't try to hide it, even though his expression is still a subtle one. "You like cuy?" It's not judging! It's just surprised! He assumes it's Bodhi's influence. "To Lima once as a child, but only for a few days."
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Carefully she sets the food on the counter, pulling it out of the bag and setting each item down. "My mother took me there for a research trip when I was a little girl. The house where we stayed had a little... herd, I suppose. A herd of guinea pigs that lived outside the kitchen and while we were there the woman stooped down and just scooped up a guinea pig from outside and cooked it for us."
Jyn literally watched the guinea pig slaughtered in front of her as a tiny child and still considers it a comfort food.
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"And you still eat it today?" His grandmother had definitely let him try it as a child, but she'd refused to let him even go look at the tiny rodents. He grabs two glasses and sets them down besides the food too. "Water? Iced tea? I have beer too, but." It's imported Mexican beer from the corner grocery of course. She brought him food, the least he can do is share some if she wants to already dive into alcohol.
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From her tone, she does not think it is the right time. Even if maybe it would ease some of the lingering tension between them and get them, like, banging against the counter which she would really be into, but then the food would get cold so. Food before propositioning him.
"I like it," she adds, settling the food on the plates carefully, making sure they each get the same amount. "It reminds me of... home, I suppose."
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Which! Is agreement with her that now isn't the right time, as well as straight up confirmation that he would like her to stay for longer, after they eat. Whatever that entails. Maybe banging against the counter is on the itinerary.
Cassian sort of nods, surprised at this tiny piece of information about her life. She likes cuy, it reminds her of home and her mother. It's oddly endearing. He takes a seat at one of the kitchen stools, gesturing for her to sit at the one next to him. There's a third on the side, but he wants to sit beside her. "My grandmother gets it sometimes, but she won't make it herself. I like it too." A beat. "Thank you, for bringing it over."
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She brushes off the thanks as she scoots onto the stool, scooping up a giant bite of cuy. "You stitched me up, as it were. It's the least I could do to make it up."
She can do a lot of other things if he's up to it -- maybe she should stop thinking about it is she wants to make it through eating, but he's wearing sweats and that is not fair. Sweats are basically an invitation to think about his junk. It's the exact same reason she wore leggings. That and they were the only clean pants she had and 70% of her casual clothes are leggings because they're the most comfortable thing to work out in... No, it was mostly because they make her ass look incredible.
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She is apparently interested in making it up to him in other ways, but he doesn't like thinking about it that way, because he didn't patch her up to get laid. He's also not thinking at all about the state of his pants; these are his lazy clothes and he did not wake up and get dressed with any ulterior motives - hers on the other hand are very distracting. Leggings are so common that he doesn't really find them inherently sexy, but she is here for a reason and her legs look great. He steals a glance in his best attempts at subtle while he starts into his own cuy.
But he wouldn't mind if she caught him either, so maybe he's not as careful as he could be. She's sitting right there!
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She's fine because after swallowing an enormous mouthful down, she gestures aimlessly at his pants and mentions:
"So you gonna keep your promise? It's been a day or so." Casual. Also he never promised. "I'm no longer actively bleeding from what was barely a stab wound or in an pain, although as I said at the time sex would have helped with that and you just let me suffer like some sort of monster."
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He does not start when she just jumps right into it, but he does pause with his fork halfway to his mouth. "Barely in pain or suffering like a monster? You cannot have been both."
Is he going to draw attention to that first?? Yes. He takes his bite of food and chews it carefully entirely on purpose, because he is definitely keeping that fake promise! But he doesn't want to sound like a creep about it.
"I would like to keep that promise, yes, if you are still interested too." She clearly is. But verbal affirmation is important!! "Preferably after we finish eating and wash our hands."
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To wash her hands.
"I am interested, Cassian. And just think, there is no cat here to taunt you with things you cannot touch." Jabba might play hard to get, but Jyn is definitely not.
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He should have eaten faster, though he's about two seconds from just heating it up later. He'll wait for her to finish at the sink and keep eating a few more bites till his turn, swallowing more quickly.
"Well, there is a lot I'd like to touch." He pauses. "Do you want the chicha now?"
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"I'm all set if you are." She doesn't need to drink for this, turning to face him. "Though I do have one, very important question."
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One more bite, while he nods and chews and finally starts to close up his own take out box. "Of course. What is it?"
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"Metric or Imperial?"
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"Both, depending on where I am and what I am doing. I prefer metric. How is this important?"
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She'd think less of him, of course, but it wouldn't stop her from sleeping with him.
"Are you quite finished, Captain Andor?" Bedroom eyes are a stupid concept but at the same time, Jyn is 1000% undressing him already so he might as well catch up to her imagination.
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The United States is behind on the times.
He swallows and finishes packing up his box of food, feeling a rush of heat through him from the way she's looking at him. Cassian briefly returns the favor, quickly giving her a once over before he hops off the stool and shoves the food into the fridge. "Now I am finished."
Except for the handwashing, which he moves over to the sink to do, feeling warmer than the water knowing she is probably just watching him move around hella ready to Go. He may rinse a little extra just because he's trying to decide how he wants to approach this?? Not too long though, before he's turning around to look at her again, carefully drying his hands with the towel.
He wants to kiss her. And he is definitely looking at her like he wants to kiss her. "Will you come here for a second?"
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Her patience is running thin while he takes his sweet time washing his hands and he's honestly lucky that he is facing the sink because with a lack of face to look at her eyes drift to his cute butt in those sweats and it would have been incredibly rude to stare at his dick the same way. Her eyes lift as he turns and she steps forward immediately.
Briefly she wonders why a few hours with Cassian the evening before had affected her so much, especially considering she usually has a handle on her own desires. With Cassian that seemed to fly out the window.
But now he's asking her to come closer and she does so easily, stopping before she reaches his hands between them. She wants to yank the towel out of his hands and shove him against the sink and make out until her knees go weak but instead she waits patiently, hands at her sides. "Yeah?"
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He tosses the towel idly behind him by the time she comes over (it lands in the sink, that is how little he cares). It is ridiculously how much he wants her right now, this never happens to him. He doesn't know how one casual night shifted his thoughts towards her like a tectonic plate.
He reaches out, cupping her face in both his hands. "I'm going to kiss you now, Jyn."
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Okay.
Jyn nods, accepting this as fact, taking in the warmth of his hands on her face. She takes another step forward until she kind of bumps into him, looking up at him with a determined expression.
"If you don't, I will throw you off your own fire escape."
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But she does not. She makes a stupid joke, and it pulls a laugh out of him, which at least helps him feel easier.
"Better save myself then."
It's the last thing he says before he ducks down and kisses her, finally. It starts out slow for, like, three seconds, but it doesn't take long before he tries for something far more purposeful, letting some of his eagerness slip through.
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It's not like it's the first time they've kissed but it's the first time they've kissed when something more might be waiting in the wings and the anticipation, the idea of it, makes Jyn feel warm all over.
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His hands drop down to her waist, to keep her in close. Cassian feels want and warmth and he deepens the kiss, tasting the cuy on her lips and almost laughing at - everything. He shuffles a little on his feet and they move backwards, back pressing against the sink while she presses into him.
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"You're too tall," she complains, waiting until he opens his mouth to retort before kissing him again, licking into his mouth with a satisfied laugh. Successful gambit!
Her point is true though. He's too tall for her and she knows that leaning down to kiss her has got to be rough on his neck and back. She can't stay on her tiptoes forever, either. They need to fix this before they get too far.
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