Holy shit yeah, he has stepped up his game phenomenally. He went from freshman benchwarmer to varsity and Jyn has zero complaints. She does make a tiny squeal of unhappiness when he flips them over but then wow she can feel him so deep inside her and the noise turns into a decadent sigh.

The only problem, of course, is trying to keep quiet with no pillow to muffle her cries. She does her best to stay silent but it's hard to let go that way and eventually Jyn tips over to lay on his chest, mouth pressed to his shoulder, muffling all her little noises until the rhythm and pressure sends her over the edge and she's left slumped across him, limp and spent and giggling at the absurdity of all this.

"Twice in one night. Happy Christmas to me, innit."