Fulcrum

There, again, was that same implicit trust: Jyn not questioning when he began moving them or looking to see what he was doing, simply trusting that he had something in mind. The reason became clear soon enough anyway, when he sat her atop a rock. She shifted her weight slightly as she settled, but stayed wrapped around him, kissing him just as intently in turn.

They were, probably, getting carried away. She couldn't bring herself to care. Her hands slid into his hair again, fingers gently tangling, a quiet cue that she was more than all right with the direction this seemed to be going.