Fulcrum

Jyn held him close as he pressed into her, arms and legs both wrapped around him, the air leaving her lungs in a shuddering exhale. Even more breathtaking than the sensation itself was the accompanying statement. They'd both said it, had kept saying it; still somehow it never stopped feeling both surreal and powerful to hear it from him. "I love you," she echoed, hushed and fervent, before she kissed him again, her hips moving with his. If she had effectively tuned out the rest of the world earlier, it fully ceased to exist now, leaving nothing but him and this and them, and the way she felt at once hungry and sated.