"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?"
"Yes," Jyn replied, breathless in turn, a slight but emphatic nod accompanying the word. Again, she liked that he didn't just take her response for granted, but for her, that response was an easy one. She wanted him as close as she could get him, the feeling both electric and magnetic, and nothing she was about to shy away from.
He breathed gladness, gratitude to be with her, so grateful to be hearing her, seeing her, feeling her, he never wanted anything else; and he kissed her again with fierce tenderness, and gently pushed his hips and slid inside. He felt every millimetre rising along himself. His chest sharply rose and fell again as the feeling jolted through every part of him. So hot, so slick, so tight and soft, all her. A groan escaped him of "I love you… oh Jyn." as his hips drew up and back, pulling him through her, along her soft tissues and inner clitoral nerves.
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.
His kiss turned into a smile. His hands came up to frame her face and he pulled back to look into her eyes. Then he bowed to her again, and kissed her mouth, her throat; back flexing as he labored below. The pool lapped and waterfall murmured them on.
Even with as briefly as she saw it, Jyn felt a surge of fondness within her when she glimpsed his smile. It was one of her favorite things, the way it softened his whole face, and if that was maybe a ridiculous line of thought at a time like this, she couldn't bring herself to care. It all came from the same place, anyway. She loved him — and whatever else she had tried or wanted to be the case, that simply couldn't be undone.
Her head tipped back again as he mouthed at her throat, her fingers tracing muscles and scars along his back and sides, her hips still working steadily, insistently in time with his. Moving in sync with him was as natural during sex as it ever had been during combat, something that just clicked,
Neck craning slightly, she leaned in to kiss his jaw, his cheek. "Cassian," she breathed, "oh."
He turned his head, tracing her cheek with his nose and lips, breathing back "Jyn… Jyn…" Needing her against him completely, he wrapped his arms around her and brought her up to him, holding her so she needn't hold herself up, pressing them in full, both braced on the slick rock with their legs in water which they made a tidal pool with their thrusts.
Jyn inhaled sharply at the change in angle as he drew her up to him, struck again by how easily, how unthinkingly she let him maneuver her. When she'd had other partners in the past (with, of course, one significant exception that may or may not have actually counted as one, and that she very much was not thinking about right now) it had never been like this. Sex was just sex. Some element of trust was required, but still a carefully guarded one, nothing at all like the trust she placed in him. Certainly there was none of the same affection or emotional connection. It was a strange, heady concept, one she wouldn't have known how to explain if she tried.
And now wouldn't be the time to try anyway. With this better vantage point, she ducked her head this time, kissing back down his jaw to his neck and collar bone, staying pressed close to him all the while.
He cupped the back of her head like it was the most precious thing in the world (it was). Flashes were going off behind his eyes now as he thrust but he was determined not to come before she did. The arm around her held her secure, and the other hand smoothed along her spine, her waist, her curves, finding pressure points, easing to fingertips. But as she kissed his sensitive hollows, his head fell back and he panted for breath, and for a moment he stilled in her to try to regain some control.
So gently, almost tenderly, Jyn sucked a mark onto his collarbone where she'd pressed her mouth. It wasn't about staking a claim or anything proprietary, and she wasn't stupid enough to think that leaving proof of herself on his body would do anything to keep him here. Instead, there was almost a quiet plea in it, to the universe or the Force or whatever the hell else was out there: let this be real, let this last, let him carry her with him far past whatever slight mark she could leave on his skin had faded, as if they hadn't already both indelibly altered each other; don't let this be undone again.
Satisfied, she lifted her head to kiss him again, deep and desperate. Being upright and flush against him, she could feel pressure building again, and undeterred by his having gone still — though she glanced up to meet his eyes for a moment and ensure it wasn't due to discomfort or displeasure — she continued grinding against him, breathing gone shaky and erratic, back arched under his hands.
Cassian arched with her, to her, pushing him deepest yet, sending sparks up and through him to his bones. The rushing in his ears wasn't the waterfall, it was blood, breath, life… He bent back to her to return the kiss, frantic to fill both their needs, and his thrusting into her redoubled, faster, more…
Jyn let out a breath against his mouth that was half-gasp, half-moan when he picked up speed, clinging to him as if her life depended on it. (Of course it didn't — she'd survived such a long time without him — but that was another thing she wasn't thinking about now.) It was good, so good, so sweetly overwhelming, everything sensation and light when, moments later, she came again, tight and trembling around him. Only sheer force of will or instinct or some combination of the two kept her from stilling completely or slumping back. She wanted him to get there too, wanted to see it and be the one to make it happen. Inevitability didn't lessen her determination. Exhaustion slowed her movements, though, each snap of her hips erratic now, her chest heaving against his as she panted for air.
The feel of her rippling upon him, the brightness of her eyes and parting of her lips, her breathing chest against his… he felt her climax, in his arms, around him. He doubled over, burying his face in her neck, feeling it pulled through him, his whole body driving forward to that point, and burst, gasping out and throbbing into her.
Cassian held her tight, through both their aftershocks, inimitable spasms and jolts; then slowly, gently, eased her back to lie on the rock, and slipped out to lie beside her, one arm almost protective across her chest. He pressed his face against the side of hers, and breathed out,
"Amor más que amor es el mío y lo siento Amor más que amor es el tuyo y presiento Amor más que amor es el nuestro Si tú me lo das."
Jyn was still trembling when he laid her down, her heart still beating hard and fast. None of that stopped her from curling slightly into him when he settled beside her, and neither did the rock beneath them. She breathed deeply, her arms bending up as if to lazily hold his there against her chest, and listened. For the moment, it was the most she was really capable of, and even if it wasn't, she liked hearing him speak languages that weren't Basic, especially when it was one they shared.
"Amor más que amor," she echoed, and nodded, turning her head just enough to brush her lips against his, a ghost of a kiss in contrast to the heat of moments before. That sounded right. If there was an actual word for what she felt, it didn't exist in any of the languages she knew, a feeling that defied sense and logic, that even years on her own and attempting to close herself off hadn't eroded.
A flicker of a smile curved her lips now, too soft to be fully teasing as she'd have otherwise intended. "Eres tan romántico."
The brushed kiss was just as sweet. Her words made him breathe a laugh. “Don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation.”
It was starting to come back to him that they were on a rock, and it was starting to hurt his side, but he wasn’t ready to stop holding her. On the other hand, she might be ready to stop lying on a rock. “You okay? This isn’t a soft bed.”
"My lips are sealed," Jyn promised with an exhaled laugh of her own, nose brushing his before she kissed him again. This, she liked as much as any of the rest of it — just the two of them, close and affectionate, even if he wasn't wrong that their current location wasn't the most comfortable for it. The rock where he'd first perched her, where they were lying now, was convenient for what they had intended to do, but it was still very much a rock, and she couldn't deny that she was feeling it now.
Still, it was more than worth it. Trusting that he would know she thought so, she opted for humor instead. "You say that like I'm used to sleeping on soft beds," she pointed out, teasing. "I'm fine. Probably want to move before long, but I'm fine."
"True." Now wasn't the moment to reflect on the hard cots of prison or army barracks. He kept himself in the present by the sounds of the falls and her breathing, the feel of her body against his and the water on his feet. He nuzzled into her hair, cool on his closed eyes, tightened his hand gently on her opposite shoulder, felt her breasts rising and falling under his arm.
At last, the pain of his other arm, folded under him on the rock, was enough to break the moment. He kissed her cheek and murmured, "I'm going in." And he rolled carefully off, slipping into the pool with hardly a splash. The water felt wonderful after their exertion. He kept his head above so he could crane over and kiss her again.
Jyn hummed in agreement as he rolled away from her, watching with heavy-lidded eyes. "I'll be right there," she promised, knowing that he wouldn't rush her. Really, though, he had the right idea. Whatever jokes she might make about the hardships of her past, lying on a rock was not exactly comfortable. It was just a matter of working up the will, and with it the energy, to move.
At least his moving away helped with the first part. She gave herself another few deep breaths, then braced her hands on the rock to push herself up so she was sitting. Making sure he was nearby, she slid into the water as well, with considerably less grace and more of a splash. That was, after all, close enough to what she'd been thinking about doing before they got very enjoyably sidetracked, and now, she had no reason not to act on that impulse. The temptation to try to make him laugh was just too strong.
Mission accomplished: he did laugh, and splashed her back, and ducked underwater to catch her and lift her up. In the following roughhousing, he never pulled or held her under.
At last, they lay again entwined on a grassy stretch of shore, looking up at how the sunlight dappled through the leaves.
On the grass, which was unsurprisingly much more comfortable than the rock, Jyn curled into Cassian's side, her head resting on his chest, a little higher than his heartbeat. As familiar as this had become, how she often fell asleep at night or awoke in the morning, she still savored the warmth of him beside her and the way their bodies curved together. If the fact of that still terrified her, this wasn't the time to dwell on it. She was lazily content in this spot they'd found for themselves, alternately looking up at the trees and looking up at him.
"Yeah," she answered, her voice soft. It didn't take much thought. "I do. And... being able to fly." They were, as she meant them, different things. She'd never been a dedicated pilot, didn't have a particular attachment to being out among the stars the way others did, but it was strange being so grounded. More than that, though, she missed the freedom in knowing she could just pick up and go, an entire galaxy ahead of her to get lost in. That was still true even now that she had a new reason to want to stay where she was. It was the principle of the thing. "Do you?"
She wasn't surprised that he agreed, or that he brought concern for others into it. Maybe it made her selfish, that she had only been thinking in regards to herself. If that was the case, though, she was fine with it. She'd learned young that she had to focus on her own safety.
"I'm not good at being stuck in one place," she admitted, fingertips idly tracing along his chest as she spoke. She wasn't always good at this, either, being open, offering up deeper, underlying truths, but with him, she really did want to try. "Being here is the longest I've spent in one place... ever. Twice over."
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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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Her head tipped back again as he mouthed at her throat, her fingers tracing muscles and scars along his back and sides, her hips still working steadily, insistently in time with his. Moving in sync with him was as natural during sex as it ever had been during combat, something that just clicked,
Neck craning slightly, she leaned in to kiss his jaw, his cheek. "Cassian," she breathed, "oh."
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And now wouldn't be the time to try anyway. With this better vantage point, she ducked her head this time, kissing back down his jaw to his neck and collar bone, staying pressed close to him all the while.
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Satisfied, she lifted her head to kiss him again, deep and desperate. Being upright and flush against him, she could feel pressure building again, and undeterred by his having gone still — though she glanced up to meet his eyes for a moment and ensure it wasn't due to discomfort or displeasure — she continued grinding against him, breathing gone shaky and erratic, back arched under his hands.
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Cassian held her tight, through both their aftershocks, inimitable spasms and jolts; then slowly, gently, eased her back to lie on the rock, and slipped out to lie beside her, one arm almost protective across her chest. He pressed his face against the side of hers, and breathed out,
"Amor más que amor es el mío y lo siento
Amor más que amor es el tuyo y presiento
Amor más que amor es el nuestro
Si tú me lo das."
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"Amor más que amor," she echoed, and nodded, turning her head just enough to brush her lips against his, a ghost of a kiss in contrast to the heat of moments before. That sounded right. If there was an actual word for what she felt, it didn't exist in any of the languages she knew, a feeling that defied sense and logic, that even years on her own and attempting to close herself off hadn't eroded.
A flicker of a smile curved her lips now, too soft to be fully teasing as she'd have otherwise intended. "Eres tan romántico."
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It was starting to come back to him that they were on a rock, and it was starting to hurt his side, but he wasn’t ready to stop holding her. On the other hand, she might be ready to stop lying on a rock. “You okay? This isn’t a soft bed.”
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Still, it was more than worth it. Trusting that he would know she thought so, she opted for humor instead. "You say that like I'm used to sleeping on soft beds," she pointed out, teasing. "I'm fine. Probably want to move before long, but I'm fine."
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At last, the pain of his other arm, folded under him on the rock, was enough to break the moment. He kissed her cheek and murmured, "I'm going in." And he rolled carefully off, slipping into the pool with hardly a splash. The water felt wonderful after their exertion. He kept his head above so he could crane over and kiss her again.
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At least his moving away helped with the first part. She gave herself another few deep breaths, then braced her hands on the rock to push herself up so she was sitting. Making sure he was nearby, she slid into the water as well, with considerably less grace and more of a splash. That was, after all, close enough to what she'd been thinking about doing before they got very enjoyably sidetracked, and now, she had no reason not to act on that impulse. The temptation to try to make him laugh was just too strong.
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At last, they lay again entwined on a grassy stretch of shore, looking up at how the sunlight dappled through the leaves.
“Do you miss flying?” he found himself asking.
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"Yeah," she answered, her voice soft. It didn't take much thought. "I do. And... being able to fly." They were, as she meant them, different things. She'd never been a dedicated pilot, didn't have a particular attachment to being out among the stars the way others did, but it was strange being so grounded. More than that, though, she missed the freedom in knowing she could just pick up and go, an entire galaxy ahead of her to get lost in. That was still true even now that she had a new reason to want to stay where she was. It was the principle of the thing. "Do you?"
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"I'm not good at being stuck in one place," she admitted, fingertips idly tracing along his chest as she spoke. She wasn't always good at this, either, being open, offering up deeper, underlying truths, but with him, she really did want to try. "Being here is the longest I've spent in one place... ever. Twice over."
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