Rebelcaptain Prompts 19 - 'Alternate Universe'
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They’ve made it, somehow, to a place of trust.
When they first met, he was Jeron Willix, Imperial programmer assigned to assist in Galen Erso’s lab on Eadu. Just another walking uniform, to she who treats them all to the same blank stare.
To him she was untouchable, Galen’s daughter, a hostage to the success of the Death Star. A useful surprise, he hadn’t been expecting there to be any leverage he could use against the scientist.
They passed in the halls, forced polite conversation at her father’s insistence when she visited his lab. Her boredom made her mischievous; his stoic quietness a challenge to her. She wanted to play with him because he was new and young and handsome, she wanted to see if she could break him.
She invited him to give his mind a rest from his work and come spar with her, and he saw it as a chance to groom a new source.
The first session ended up with him underneath her, his hips pinned by her thighs and the ice-maiden suddenly seemed more like a goddess above him that would burn him alive. She stared down at him as if he was something new, something untainted by the bleakness of Imperial upbringing. She ground her hips into his, seeking dominance and control, but found that she melted right along with him, sparks shooting up each of their spines, something that felt like the Force alive between them. Frightened, she had pulled back and darted off like a wounded animal, but they couldn’t seem to stop falling into each other’s orbit.
There was no where to run on Eadu. She pulled him into her room, her bed, only a few weeks after he arrived on the base.
Four months later, Jyn Erso knows who Cassian Andor is and what he’s doing on Eadu, and he stops listening to the voice in the back of his mind that tells him maybe she’s as much a spy as he is. His heart is running the show for the first time in his life.
Right now they’re stripped bare and he has her pressed against the wall of her gilded cage; late at night when duty won’t come calling. She whispers his name, his real name, against his neck as her fingers claw at his back. He’s lost in the warmth of her; the catch of her breath each time he thrusts. He sees stars when he falls over the edge with her. She kisses him, lush and tender, and uncrosses her legs from around his waist, but doesn’t unwrap her arms from around his neck.
They stand there, breathing each other in. Jyn smiles into his chest, Cassian kisses the top of her head. She dreams of freedom, she says, of any life at all outside these walls. He tells her there’s a home for her, with the Alliance.
I don’t care where, she says when she looks up at him, stardust in her eyes, and strokes a hand over his cheek. Wherever you are, that’s home.
The Death Star is nearing completion. The order will come soon, Cassian knows.
Earn his trust. Find the weakness. Kill Galen.
Destroy the facility.
Leave no one alive.
He has never disobeyed an order before.
He’s already planned exactly how he’s going to get both father and daughter out of there alive.