He'd be embarrassed if she hadn't already seen him at his high school worst, if he didn't absolutely adore the sound of her laughter.
He lets out a winded grunt when she knees him, biting back his own laugh, and he has to pause a moment to rest his head against her shoulder. Of course this is how it goes, but in a very strange way, it's kind of comforting. This is exactly the kind of thing that would happen to them.
Chest still shaking with a quiet rumble of a laugh, he carefully manages to free the zipper, even if it's pulled a good chunk of her hair out of the braid, turning it into a mess. He throws the dress aside and sighs, giving her a self deprecating smile while he tucks some of the flyaway hair behind her ear. "It was technically one attempt."
"I'm only giving you that because I almost kneed you in the dick." She knows she was so close to his junk, so it's a miracle she didn't ruin this evening. Holding as ice pack to his balls is way less enjoyable than a hand job, she remembers. "I was trying not to recreate our first time but so far we're kinda... heading in that direction so if you wanna just go balls to the walls and bang in the car again."
Her shoulders lift in a helpless shrug, smile still playing at her lips, head tilting into his hand a little absently. Part of her is wondering how this can possibly be so easy, still, but here they are, laughing in bed, half naked and impossibly comfortable in Cassian's arms.
"It's still a victory." His smile widens against her teasing. "As much as I look back on that awkward experience fondly, I would very much just like to stay here, in the bed."
He cups her cheek when she leans into it, just taking a moment to look at her and marvel after how they've come back together again after so long. He still feels comfortable with her, like his truest self. Any mishaps feel as natural as sitting here with her on his lap. It might not make any sense, but being with her does.
"I feel overdressed," he says, giving her a very blatant once over. She is down to her undergarments, and he is not. She's more freckly, as previously noted, and much more toned. His free hand settles at her waist and he resists the urge to kiss her, at least until his shirt is gone too.
"Well then take your bloody shirt off, Cassian. You've got arms, haven't you?" She leans back and crosses her own arms, seemingly intent on watching him strip for her. Sometimes she wants to take his shirt off, sometimes she wants to watch him do it himself. Now is the latter.
He sighs dramatically, then tightens his grip on her hips to roll her over. Once he's the one straddling her (and giving her a better view he's so kind), he leans down to kiss her nose, then sits up to tug his shirt up and over his head. There's no real finesse to it, but it's gone and that's the most important part. Aforementioned arms lean down on the bed, holding himself up over her.
"I can think of one way, to make it different from our first time."
"Well Mamma Mia is already not playing in the background at the drive in or were you talking about the fact that you have abs now? And arms? And fuckin'--" She paws at his chest again before her face scrunches up as if suddenly unhappy. "Ew, we're grown ups, disgusting, when did that happen."
Why aren't they having sex to the soundtrack of Mamma Mia 2. She came back into his life to early, she needs to leave and come back in July.
Cassian laughs, both at the idea of Mamma Mia and the notion that they're adults. He has an actual child, but most of the time he still doesn't feel like a grown up.
"Are we really though?" He wrinkles his nose, then steals a quick kiss. "Apparently it happened sometime over the last few years. And sorry, but I am not getting up again just to play any form of Abba."
He has already climbed out of bed ENOUGH for now! "It isn't any of that. I would like to go down on you first. Can I?"
It never happened in their youth. He was too much of a dumb scared teenage boy. But as she disgustingly mentioned they are grown ups and he wants to! So there. He won't mind if she says no, but it won't stop him from trying again another day.
She smiles, hums into the brief kiss, eyes closing a moment before they snap open again at his request. Since when does Cassian know how to do that? Obviously in the interim, but it's still slightly surprising.
He'd always tried his hardest and done his best to get her off, which is why she faked it most of the time because he was really trying and she appreciated that. But this is new and because her ideas are still based on an eighteen year old dumbo, she doesn't think much is going to come from it.
She is skeptical, he can tell immediately. It makes him all the more eager and ready to do better. To get her off, without any faking. He likes to think he's gotten way better over the years.
He gives her a small smile. "I do want. I promise I know what I am doing now."
He tucks his thumbs into her underwear, but doesn't pull them off. She said yes, and he knows her wariness is probably just lack of confidence in his abilities, but he still waits like he wants a tiny bit more affirmation. "And tell me, if something does not work. Okay?"
"I will, Andor, just take my knickers off before I get impatient." Before. Okay. As if Jyn doesn't exist in a state of perpetual impatience. Clearly evidenced by the way she wiggles and scoots herself back like she can shimmy out of her underwear without his help.
"You're always impatient." He says it with the utmost fondness, but he does do as she asked and tug her underwear down. He does it slowly, just to be an ass, though also partially for the Mood.
He stops talking much after that, leaning down to brush his lips to hers. He wriggles himself down with a trail of kisses along the way, belatedly remembering her bra is still on when he gets there, but now he's too impatient to do anything about it, so he just keeps kissing over it and down her stomach.
He settles between her legs and gets to work!! And he is very good at it, thank you very much Jyn, his mouth very warm and very eager as he tries to figure out what exactly she likes the best.
The good thing about Jyn's lack of expectations is that there was no way that Cassian could disappoint, but boy howdy does Cassian hurdle over those expectations like an Olympic pole vaulter. The first touch makes her jerk in surprise but everything after that is just Jyn melting under his touch and dissolving under his mouth.
The warmth builds down in her belly until she has to grab a pillow and press it over her face so all her little noises and gasps and screams won't wake up the baby in the other room. Or the neighbors because god damn even the pillow can't muffle everything. Is the window open? Does Jyn give a fuck?
Once she's spent, legs still shaking, she drags the pillow off her face. "What the fuck, Cassian. I'd have come home six months ago if you'd told me you could do that."
He is only vaguely aware of the pillow situation, but he smiles about it anyway. He very reluctantly crawls out from between her legs to sit up, looking both enamored by her and pleased with himself.
"And how was I supposed to tell you? I'm not going to have abuelita put it in a Christmas card."
Even if she is long aware that her grandson is sexually active, prior to Sofia's existence.
He wants to kiss her, but some people don't like that immediately after, so he just sort of hovers and gently runs one hand up and down a leg. "Much better than before, I would hope."
Jyn scoffs. "Uh, you never did this before. I'd've fucking remembered."
Apparently Jyn has no such qualms in kissing him because she reaches up to drag him down, kissing him hard and enthusiastic, even if she seems slightly worn out from his very good work. When she pulls back it's with a hum of consideration, licking her lips.
She kisses him and he immediately melts into it, lowering himself down as soon as she pulls him in. It is a great kiss, he is more than happy to keep kissing her always.
He stays above her when she pulls back, gaze instantly dropping to the way she licks at her lips. He finds himself mimicking it with his own.
"Yes," he nearly breathes out. His pants feel too tight, but that's not entirely why he's breathless. "I am already ready for seconds."
"Fucking hell, Cassian." Jyn closes her eyes, pressing her hand to her forehead. He's being so plain and not filthy about it and it's still blowing her mind. "Take your pants off, I wanna see what you can do with your dick now. You can go down on me again at nap time."
YOLO.
Is it really appropriate to bring up the baby in bed? Jyn doesn't know, but she's a fact of life so she's not going to think too hard about it. Her eyes flutter open, eyes intense and steady. "Why do I still have a crush on you?"
It's not his fault she's so great and he wants her, like, a lot. As soon as she tells him to take his pants off, he's fiddling with the buttons and shucking them down his hips. He pauses when she speaks up again, but not for baby reasons. The baby will probably come up a lot in bed, if only for the interrupting she's bound to do now and then.
"Probably for the same reason I still have one on you."
Years. It's been years but she fell back into his life like she never left. He can't explain it, but he doesn't want to pretend otherwise.
"Yeah." It's soft and settled, like Cassian had hit the nail on the head.
She doesn't have to pretend to be anything with Cassian, she can just be Jyn. The girl that dislocated her shoulder three times falling off the roof to catch the meteor showers, who cried at the end of Homeward Bound and bit him when he pointed it out, who watched every season of Project Runway religiously even though her idea of fashion is jeans and a tee shirt probably stolen from either Bodhi or Cassian when they were in 6th grade.
"It feels like home." He feels like home and not for the first time she feels like she has a space back in her own home, which she hasn't felt since running away. "Now come on, show me what you've learned in the past eight years."
Sometimes he feels like a completely different person with Sofia. He always had trouble doing things for himself, and it was exacerbated by having a daughter. Jyn always reminds him to think of himself. He's happy with her.
He's home with her. Cassian smiles at her when she says it, the feeling both good and nerve-wracking. "More like ten years. But still home." He finishes shoving down his pants, then slides her bra straps down her shoulders. "Unhook it for me?"
He could lift her up, but he is very comfortable right now in this space on top of her.
"Can't get a bra off anymore? For shame." Jyn tsks, with a smile, but reaches back to unsnap the bra with ease, sweeping it the rest of the way off of her and flinging it off to the side. Late bra, see you again never.
"I feel like you're stalling, Andor." It's been five seconds, Jyn, for fuck's sake. "Come on," she whines, curling her legs around his waist. "Gimme the condom, I want you. Hurry up. Vamos."
Maybe if she tells him to hurry up in two languages she can make time move faster.
"Maybe I wanted you to return the favor." A view for a view! His gaze drops over her, as though he hasn't seen her naked before, but every time feels like something new. "I'm not stalling. I am distracted."
Her legs are even more distracting! Wrapped up in her limbs, he does his best to lean over and reach for the box of condoms. He pulls one out, then pauses. "Am I actually giving it to you?"
Maybe she likes to put them on now? He always did when they were younger, but they're both discovering all kinds of new things today.
"Yes, I'm willing to touch that disgusting, sticky mess just to get your dick inside me faster because you're definitely stalling now."
She snatches it right out of his hands, ripping it open and making the most disgusted face once she actually touches it. She really, really hates the feel of it all slick and sticky against her fingers but because of that she makes quick work of grabbing his dick and sliding the condom on just like it's a banana.
"Okay, let's go. Get in me." Really laying on the romance here, she wipes her hand on his chest.
However quickly she does it, despite the scrunched up disgusted look on her face, Cassian stills shudders under her hands. It takes him a moment, and he'd ask her to touch him again if they didn't already have other plans. Sidenote: she still hates touching condoms, but she's just that hurried.
"You are the most impatient person, did you know that?"
But he doesn't make her wait anymore. He even spares asking her if she's ready. He just slides inside her with a sigh, and it doesn't take him long to start moving. He's clearly gotten much better at it, no trace of awkward teenage fumbling this round! He's still quieter than she is, whispering affection mixed with swears into her skin as he fucks her into the mattress. About halfway through he rolls them over and pulls her back on top of him, fingers digging into her hips with a groan and very, very determined to make sure she finishes for real once again.
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."
He doesn't want her to be quiet, but he understands why. He has no idea if sex noises would wake up his tiny child! When she buries her face against him it feels like a good middle ground, and he has zero complaints about being this close to her.
It doesn't take him much longer to follow after her, coming with a quiet groan while his arms wrap tightly around her. He doesn't let go even when it's over, content to keep her nestled in and feel the giggles rumble over her body.
His own laugh startles out of him and he kisses the side of her head. "Do not say I never gave you anything for the holidays."
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He lets out a winded grunt when she knees him, biting back his own laugh, and he has to pause a moment to rest his head against her shoulder. Of course this is how it goes, but in a very strange way, it's kind of comforting. This is exactly the kind of thing that would happen to them.
Chest still shaking with a quiet rumble of a laugh, he carefully manages to free the zipper, even if it's pulled a good chunk of her hair out of the braid, turning it into a mess. He throws the dress aside and sighs, giving her a self deprecating smile while he tucks some of the flyaway hair behind her ear. "It was technically one attempt."
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Her shoulders lift in a helpless shrug, smile still playing at her lips, head tilting into his hand a little absently. Part of her is wondering how this can possibly be so easy, still, but here they are, laughing in bed, half naked and impossibly comfortable in Cassian's arms.
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He cups her cheek when she leans into it, just taking a moment to look at her and marvel after how they've come back together again after so long. He still feels comfortable with her, like his truest self. Any mishaps feel as natural as sitting here with her on his lap. It might not make any sense, but being with her does.
"I feel overdressed," he says, giving her a very blatant once over. She is down to her undergarments, and he is not. She's more freckly, as previously noted, and much more toned. His free hand settles at her waist and he resists the urge to kiss her, at least until his shirt is gone too.
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Her eyebrows arch playfully. "I'll wait."
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"I can think of one way, to make it different from our first time."
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Why aren't they having sex to the soundtrack of Mamma Mia 2. She came back into his life to early, she needs to leave and come back in July.
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"Are we really though?" He wrinkles his nose, then steals a quick kiss. "Apparently it happened sometime over the last few years. And sorry, but I am not getting up again just to play any form of Abba."
He has already climbed out of bed ENOUGH for now! "It isn't any of that. I would like to go down on you first. Can I?"
It never happened in their youth. He was too much of a dumb scared teenage boy. But as she disgustingly mentioned they are grown ups and he wants to! So there. He won't mind if she says no, but it won't stop him from trying again another day.
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He'd always tried his hardest and done his best to get her off, which is why she faked it most of the time because he was really trying and she appreciated that. But this is new and because her ideas are still based on an eighteen year old dumbo, she doesn't think much is going to come from it.
She shrugs. "Uh, yeah, if you want. Sure."
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He gives her a small smile. "I do want. I promise I know what I am doing now."
He tucks his thumbs into her underwear, but doesn't pull them off. She said yes, and he knows her wariness is probably just lack of confidence in his abilities, but he still waits like he wants a tiny bit more affirmation. "And tell me, if something does not work. Okay?"
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"Let's get this show on the road, Captain."
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He stops talking much after that, leaning down to brush his lips to hers. He wriggles himself down with a trail of kisses along the way, belatedly remembering her bra is still on when he gets there, but now he's too impatient to do anything about it, so he just keeps kissing over it and down her stomach.
He settles between her legs and gets to work!! And he is very good at it, thank you very much Jyn, his mouth very warm and very eager as he tries to figure out what exactly she likes the best.
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The warmth builds down in her belly until she has to grab a pillow and press it over her face so all her little noises and gasps and screams won't wake up the baby in the other room. Or the neighbors because god damn even the pillow can't muffle everything. Is the window open? Does Jyn give a fuck?
Once she's spent, legs still shaking, she drags the pillow off her face. "What the fuck, Cassian. I'd have come home six months ago if you'd told me you could do that."
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"And how was I supposed to tell you? I'm not going to have abuelita put it in a Christmas card."
Even if she is long aware that her grandson is sexually active, prior to Sofia's existence.
He wants to kiss her, but some people don't like that immediately after, so he just sort of hovers and gently runs one hand up and down a leg. "Much better than before, I would hope."
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Apparently Jyn has no such qualms in kissing him because she reaches up to drag him down, kissing him hard and enthusiastic, even if she seems slightly worn out from his very good work. When she pulls back it's with a hum of consideration, licking her lips.
"Is that what I taste like?"
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He stays above her when she pulls back, gaze instantly dropping to the way she licks at her lips. He finds himself mimicking it with his own.
"Yes," he nearly breathes out. His pants feel too tight, but that's not entirely why he's breathless. "I am already ready for seconds."
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YOLO.
Is it really appropriate to bring up the baby in bed? Jyn doesn't know, but she's a fact of life so she's not going to think too hard about it. Her eyes flutter open, eyes intense and steady. "Why do I still have a crush on you?"
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"Probably for the same reason I still have one on you."
Years. It's been years but she fell back into his life like she never left. He can't explain it, but he doesn't want to pretend otherwise.
"I still feel like myself with you."
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She doesn't have to pretend to be anything with Cassian, she can just be Jyn. The girl that dislocated her shoulder three times falling off the roof to catch the meteor showers, who cried at the end of Homeward Bound and bit him when he pointed it out, who watched every season of Project Runway religiously even though her idea of fashion is jeans and a tee shirt probably stolen from either Bodhi or Cassian when they were in 6th grade.
"It feels like home." He feels like home and not for the first time she feels like she has a space back in her own home, which she hasn't felt since running away. "Now come on, show me what you've learned in the past eight years."
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He's home with her. Cassian smiles at her when she says it, the feeling both good and nerve-wracking. "More like ten years. But still home." He finishes shoving down his pants, then slides her bra straps down her shoulders. "Unhook it for me?"
He could lift her up, but he is very comfortable right now in this space on top of her.
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"I feel like you're stalling, Andor." It's been five seconds, Jyn, for fuck's sake. "Come on," she whines, curling her legs around his waist. "Gimme the condom, I want you. Hurry up. Vamos."
Maybe if she tells him to hurry up in two languages she can make time move faster.
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Her legs are even more distracting! Wrapped up in her limbs, he does his best to lean over and reach for the box of condoms. He pulls one out, then pauses. "Am I actually giving it to you?"
Maybe she likes to put them on now? He always did when they were younger, but they're both discovering all kinds of new things today.
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She snatches it right out of his hands, ripping it open and making the most disgusted face once she actually touches it. She really, really hates the feel of it all slick and sticky against her fingers but because of that she makes quick work of grabbing his dick and sliding the condom on just like it's a banana.
"Okay, let's go. Get in me." Really laying on the romance here, she wipes her hand on his chest.
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However quickly she does it, despite the scrunched up disgusted look on her face, Cassian stills shudders under her hands. It takes him a moment, and he'd ask her to touch him again if they didn't already have other plans. Sidenote: she still hates touching condoms, but she's just that hurried.
"You are the most impatient person, did you know that?"
But he doesn't make her wait anymore. He even spares asking her if she's ready. He just slides inside her with a sigh, and it doesn't take him long to start moving. He's clearly gotten much better at it, no trace of awkward teenage fumbling this round! He's still quieter than she is, whispering affection mixed with swears into her skin as he fucks her into the mattress. About halfway through he rolls them over and pulls her back on top of him, fingers digging into her hips with a groan and very, very determined to make sure she finishes for real once again.
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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."
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It doesn't take him much longer to follow after her, coming with a quiet groan while his arms wrap tightly around her. He doesn't let go even when it's over, content to keep her nestled in and feel the giggles rumble over her body.
His own laugh startles out of him and he kisses the side of her head. "Do not say I never gave you anything for the holidays."
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