"Jyn," he whines, the sort of whine he would deny actually was one. His grip tightens at her hips when she rolls down on him, and all of this is incredibly unfair!

He can't bring himself to quite reject it, not for some seemingly simple kissing, but he knows he would press pause if she tried something more. He spares a glance sideways, where Mateo is oblivious and still gnawing on his mother's finger.

"I know he is completely unaware, but I am not comfortable losing my pants with our son right beside us on the couch." He sounds very breathless but he's trying to be firm about it! She is making it hard. In more ways than one.