Fulcrum

Within moments, the orgasm that had been building hit. Jyn gasped with it, something that was nearly his name again, her hips rocking forward under his hands, against his mouth. As she shuddered, riding it out, she slumped back onto the rock behind her, weight on her elbows and head tipped back. It was, again, patently absurd the effect he had on her. Right now, she wasn't anything but appreciative of it.

"Stars," she said, the word a heavy rush of air as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes closed for a moment, the cool mist from the waterfall landing on her face.