Fulcrum

Attentive as he was, it was no wonder that it didn't take terribly long for Jyn to feel herself getting closer to the edge, her body tense and trembling over and around him. Granted, she had no particular awareness of time anyway, of anything that wasn't him, him, him, his mouth sweet against her in a way that verged on overwhelming. Her breath stuttered, and she had to loosen her hand in his hair to ensure she didn't grip it more tightly instead. "Cas," she breathed again, and this time, it was meant to tell him what he likely already knew: that it wouldn't take much more to get her there.