Jyn groans against his lips, fingers tightening around his bicep as her other arm loops around his waist to keep them both secure. They're not in any danger of falling off the balcony, oh no, she wants him to be secure against him and all the lean muscle she is suddenly discovering beneath his shirt as she presses against him.

Maybe they can just make out here? The thought has some merit! She thinks about it for one second before kissing him distracts her.