[ooc: and I decide to commit to one of the debut's multithreads!]
Cassian laughed. "I've met him. He was the one who brought me to you when I arrived. He thought I was Imperial, from the uniform, until I gave him the name and phrase. Payback."
Jyn let out a laugh of her own at that. It wasn't quite enough to disrupt her precarious balance, but it came close enough to it that she gave up on floating and ducked under the water's surface instead, reemerging a moment later on her own two feet again.
"Well, that worked out, at least," she said. "Glad I didn't wind up actually shooting him on sight."
Gentle and lingering, Jyn kissed him back, her arms twining around his neck. As was so often proving to be the case around him, her instincts were at war with each other, part of her wanting to splash him or dunk him underwater to make him laugh, part of her wanting to wrap her legs around his waist and take advantage of the seclusion here. So, for the moment, she did neither, and tried instead to stay in the moment, focusing on nothing but him.
His hands slipped down her back to wrap his arms around her. Naked or not, it didn't feel sexual as he folded her completely to him, as if trying to take the impression of her whole body onto his. It felt… romantic, it felt… fulfilling.
Though as the kiss went on, it might well start to feel other things too.
The way he drew her close effectively made her choice for her. Not that she wouldn't have felt like she could pull away or change course if she preferred, because she knew without even the tiniest shred of doubt that she could and he wouldn't take any issue with it. Having him kiss her like this, his arms steady and secure around her, just helped her shed some of her indecision from a moment earlier, things she mentally filed away for later instead.
For now, having decided which impulse to chase, she hiked her legs up around his waist as she kissed him. Even now, there was no particular intent in it, more just trying to be as close to him as she could get.
The kiss became more ravenous and he stirred against her.
Near the base of the waterfall were a collection of boulders whose flat surface rose just above the waterline. They were clear of the fall itself but within reach of the rainbow-casting mist. Cassian suddenly turned himself and Jyn and cut through the pool to hoist her up and sit her on one of these rocks. There too his feet better touched the bottom of the pool and he moved himself gently inside her full-body embrace.
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.
His kiss moved from her lips to her neck, his hands from the small of her back to cup her lower. Before he started to drag against her in earnest, his head raised again so he could breathe in her ear, “This okay?”
Her head fell back and to the side as his mouth dropped to her neck, leaving her throat more fully exposed to him. She stayed like that even when he lifted his head to speak again, his voice and breath so close to her ear sending a chill through her that had nothing to do with the cool water or their lack of clothes. "Yes," she exhaled, quiet and emphatic. As if to punctuate her own statement, she rolled her hips forward against his, the motion slight but encouraging. "Very."
His smile grazed her ear before he was again kissing his way down.
…and down, and…
He slipped into the water up to his shoulders. Still holding her behind, he moved in to kiss her between her legs—his eyes alternately closed and raising to her face.
Although his intention was clear enough, Jyn couldn't hide the way her breath caught at the press of his mouth between her legs. Where they'd been wrapped around his waist moments before, she let them fall further open now, one hand leaving his hair to rest on the rock behind her. Even now that they very much were doing this, the getting part of getting carried away no longer really applicable, she almost couldn't believe it. They were alone, but that could easily change, and she had a hard enough time letting herself be so vulnerable around one person, never mind out in the open.
If she were thinking more clearly or prone to further self-analyzing, she might find that it made sense that she would feel safe enough with him to take this sort of chance.
"Still okay," she said. While she meant for the words to be teasing, they came out instead breathless with want and anticipation.
He had no thought of anyone coming upon them. As far as he was concerned, they were the only people in the world.
A remarkable thing for him to think or feel: someone whose danger sense was so hair-trigger. But it was true. This felt protected.
He let his motions be guided by her hand in his hair, whether she realized she was moving him or not. And her voice hardened him fully under the water, so his body concaved, bowing him deeper to her, to his task. He loved the movement of her hips in his hands, against and around his face; he loved every texture and taste; he loved feeling her pulse and breath; he loved.
Gradually, her breathing grew shallower, less even. It was probably ridiculous how quickly he could get under her skin, how they could barely keep their hands off each other, the two of them as bad as lovesick teenagers in the kind of stupid holo she was never interested in watching. But then, she reminded herself, it was new for both of them. Before had no bearing here. It was just them: two people still learning each other, and the way he made her feel so utterly undone.
With the hand in his hair, she was careful not to push or pull forcefully, touching him more for the sake of it than anything else; her legs, where they'd been spread wide, now hooked over his shoulders. It wasn't, she realized, the physical sensations of it that made her chest ache and her body taut, at least not primarily. The way he touched her, worked his mouth against her, somehow made her feel loved. She'd known so little of that, and she'd thought she never would again.
"Cassian," she panted, a plea and an encouragement and a dozen other things rolled into one. More than anything, though, it was just that she liked being able to say his name.
In the past, he hadn't welcomed the sound of his name; but from her, the quality of her voice, it made his hands tighten just a little on her flesh, pulling her deeper to his lips and tongue, moving with her and moving her though his mouth remained constant on its precious pinpoint focus. She was hard there, too, and wet from more than the pool, and he laved her ceaselessly as the waters flowed around them, misting them and refracting the light.
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.
His own breath shivered out of him upon her, uninterrupting the warmth and the flow, and his hands moved her behind as his mouth moved with her in front, and his body arched in the water, showing her he was feeling it with her, only more and more aroused by her pleasure, enthralled to be raising her there.
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.
He exhaled a shivering laugh. He rose up from the water enough to kiss and rest his head on her stomach.
…And for a surprising moment, imagined her pregnant.
By now, they'd had the contraceptive conversation. Jyn was on an oral one, Cassian had an implant. He'd gotten it checked sometime after Bix left—stunned to find it had expired, hopefully not while they were still active [ooc: oops]—when his newly single status had started attracting… suitors. He hadn't slept with any of them, but he'd still had a full checkup and renewed the implant. So with Jyn, he knew he was safe and clean.
Which was good, because part of the conversation was establishing that neither of them wanted to have kids. Jyn, quite firmly. So why was he suddenly imagining…
Because the fleeting fantasy wasn't about the reality of bringing a child into any world or what he'd be like as a parent. It was about this drive having purpose and power, something so primal and deep. He was glad there was no realistic chance of it, but perhaps it made sense that the image rose from his unthinking body.
For now, he rested his head on and breathed with her.
Where her elbows had been supporting her weight a moment before, Jyn lay back flat now, wanting her hands freed. Again, she reached for his hair, fingers idly combing through it, slow and grounding. She had never been someone especially clingy — had never had room in her life for that, given the way she was raised and the lack of anyone's consistent presence in her life. Since Cassian's reappearance in her life, though, it was like she could barely stand to stop touching him in some way. Ridiculous, really, not least with him half draped over her like this. Ridiculous that he could make her heart race the way he did. Touching him wasn't going to keep him here with her. Still, she couldn't curb the impulse.
"Well, this is a first," she said, her breathing beginning to steady. The customary trace of wry amusement was back in her voice, though with a deep undercurrent of affection. As stupid as she thought she was to let herself fall headfirst into this again, even more stupid was to have let herself think for even a second that she could have lessened the extent of or resisted her feelings for him. Some part of her was, always would be, irrevocably his.
He turned his head into her touch, his lips again to her skin, and he kissed his way, this time, up her body 'til he reached her face. "First time… outside?" He angled himself to be more at her side than above, but still unmistakable how hard for her he was.
"Mmhmm," Jyn answered, humming against his mouth, lips curved into a lazy, contented smile as she kissed him. Her hands roamed now, skimming over jaw and neck and shoulders, again touching him simply for the sake of it. Even with the way he angled his body to her side, she could feel how hard he was, and playing oblivious just to make him wait wasn't the sort of thing that interested her in the slightest. Likewise, she wasn't about to rush when she could instead savor being close to him. "Glad we came here."
She was already thinking she would have to remember this spot. Not just for reasons involving sex — well, not entirely or primarily — but because it felt like something that was theirs. She hadn't been to this specific location with anyone else. It felt good to have something that existed entirely in the present, with no past.
As her hands smoothed over him, he moved with them, softly aching and arching to her, their kiss moving through all of him. He combed his fingers through her wet hair, his arm braced to press their chests together, though he still kept his hips angled aside.
In turn, her back arched to press her closer to him, hands sliding lower in the process, over shoulder blades and spine, down until she reached his hips. It was exactly the sort of thoughtful she would have imagined and had already begun to see from him, that he seemed to make a point of not pressuring or imposing any expectations on her. Jyn appreciated that more than she would have known how to say, but also, right now, the restraint was far from necessary. She had no intention of stopping as long as he didn't either.
"Is this good?" she asked, still close against his mouth, her slight smile carrying into her voice. Logistically, it seemed like it would do well enough, but she didn't want to speak for him or make any assumptions when he was the one still standing in the water. The question, too, was meant to be a confirmation that she did want to continue. "We can move, if you'd rather."
Her voice, her smile, beautifully went through him. He answered breathlessly, "It's good." And shifted under her hands 'til their bodies were perfectly aligned. He rubbed against her, between her legs, and as all the air left his lungs, he managed to exhale with it, "Yes?"
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Cassian laughed. "I've met him. He was the one who brought me to you when I arrived. He thought I was Imperial, from the uniform, until I gave him the name and phrase. Payback."
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"Well, that worked out, at least," she said. "Glad I didn't wind up actually shooting him on sight."
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Though as the kiss went on, it might well start to feel other things too.
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For now, having decided which impulse to chase, she hiked her legs up around his waist as she kissed him. Even now, there was no particular intent in it, more just trying to be as close to him as she could get.
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Near the base of the waterfall were a collection of boulders whose flat surface rose just above the waterline. They were clear of the fall itself but within reach of the rainbow-casting mist. Cassian suddenly turned himself and Jyn and cut through the pool to hoist her up and sit her on one of these rocks. There too his feet better touched the bottom of the pool and he moved himself gently inside her full-body embrace.
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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.
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…and down, and…
He slipped into the water up to his shoulders. Still holding her behind, he moved in to kiss her between her legs—his eyes alternately closed and raising to her face.
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If she were thinking more clearly or prone to further self-analyzing, she might find that it made sense that she would feel safe enough with him to take this sort of chance.
"Still okay," she said. While she meant for the words to be teasing, they came out instead breathless with want and anticipation.
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A remarkable thing for him to think or feel: someone whose danger sense was so hair-trigger. But it was true. This felt protected.
He let his motions be guided by her hand in his hair, whether she realized she was moving him or not. And her voice hardened him fully under the water, so his body concaved, bowing him deeper to her, to his task. He loved the movement of her hips in his hands, against and around his face; he loved every texture and taste; he loved feeling her pulse and breath; he loved.
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With the hand in his hair, she was careful not to push or pull forcefully, touching him more for the sake of it than anything else; her legs, where they'd been spread wide, now hooked over his shoulders. It wasn't, she realized, the physical sensations of it that made her chest ache and her body taut, at least not primarily. The way he touched her, worked his mouth against her, somehow made her feel loved. She'd known so little of that, and she'd thought she never would again.
"Cassian," she panted, a plea and an encouragement and a dozen other things rolled into one. More than anything, though, it was just that she liked being able to say his name.
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"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.
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…And for a surprising moment, imagined her pregnant.
By now, they'd had the contraceptive conversation. Jyn was on an oral one, Cassian had an implant. He'd gotten it checked sometime after Bix left—stunned to find it had expired, hopefully not while they were still active [ooc: oops]—when his newly single status had started attracting… suitors. He hadn't slept with any of them, but he'd still had a full checkup and renewed the implant. So with Jyn, he knew he was safe and clean.
Which was good, because part of the conversation was establishing that neither of them wanted to have kids. Jyn, quite firmly. So why was he suddenly imagining…
Because the fleeting fantasy wasn't about the reality of bringing a child into any world or what he'd be like as a parent. It was about this drive having purpose and power, something so primal and deep. He was glad there was no realistic chance of it, but perhaps it made sense that the image rose from his unthinking body.
For now, he rested his head on and breathed with her.
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"Well, this is a first," she said, her breathing beginning to steady. The customary trace of wry amusement was back in her voice, though with a deep undercurrent of affection. As stupid as she thought she was to let herself fall headfirst into this again, even more stupid was to have let herself think for even a second that she could have lessened the extent of or resisted her feelings for him. Some part of her was, always would be, irrevocably his.
"Come up here."
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She was already thinking she would have to remember this spot. Not just for reasons involving sex — well, not entirely or primarily — but because it felt like something that was theirs. She hadn't been to this specific location with anyone else. It felt good to have something that existed entirely in the present, with no past.
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As her hands smoothed over him, he moved with them, softly aching and arching to her, their kiss moving through all of him. He combed his fingers through her wet hair, his arm braced to press their chests together, though he still kept his hips angled aside.
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"Is this good?" she asked, still close against his mouth, her slight smile carrying into her voice. Logistically, it seemed like it would do well enough, but she didn't want to speak for him or make any assumptions when he was the one still standing in the water. The question, too, was meant to be a confirmation that she did want to continue. "We can move, if you'd rather."
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