PI Cassian and Jyn arrive at a seedy motel to rest and get out of the rain. Cassian goes to check the perimeter and Jyn decided to take a shower because she is cold and wet. As Jyn comes out of the bathroom wearing only a towel she finds Cassian taking off his wet clothes, to dry off...
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Jyn shivered as the cool air met her damp skin, and her soaked pyjamas landed on the bathroom floor with a wet slap. The shower sputtered and struggled before it finally settled into a steady stream. The rain that had fallen as she and Cassian had approached the motel had been unlike any she had seen in this part of the world - the type of desert rain that the locals would talk about for years to come. Cassian had insisted on ditching the car a few miles down the road rather than parking up at the motel, which she supposed made sense if they were being followed. The clerk behind the counter hadn’t looked up at them from his television which blared something in Spanish, a shotgun resting across his knee.
This was not a four star hotel.
Jyn set her gun on the counter and pulled back the shower curtain. It was little more than a tray, as there wasn’t space for a tub, and from the decor and grime she assumed this bathroom was older than her. She stepped under the hot spray and let the contrast against her cool skin shock her into focus.
My father is alive.
He works for one of the most powerful and potentially evil corporations in the world.
His employers want me dead.
The private investigator I hired to find my father saved me from hitmen and we’re both on the run.
Jyn stuck her face directly in the spray as if to remove the man from her thoughts. Looking for Galen had been a mistake, and now not only was her life at risk, but so was Cassian’s, a man she had known only for a week.
The Ersos are cursed.
Her heart jumped into her throat as she heard the door to the motel room open and close. She scrambled, tangling with the mouldy shower curtain and nearly losing her footing as her hand landed on the 9mm on the counter.
“Jyn?” Cassian’s voice - so new and yet so welcome - called out. He had been out scouting the perimeter of the motel. “You ok?”
She sighed, and pushed away from the counter and kneeled under the spray with her head in her hands. Exhaustion hit her like a tidal wave as the last spike of adrenaline faded. “Yeah. I’ll be out in a minute.”
Her pyjamas were a lost cause and it would take hours to dry them on the pathetic blow heater in the bedroom. She dried off and wrapped herself in a towel of dubious cleanliness and nearly lost her grip on it when she opened the bathroom door and saw Cassian at the end of the double bed.
Water dripped from his messy hair down his neck, catching in the dark hair that spread across his bare chest before narrowing into a strip that ran all the way down to the line of his underwear, visible where his belt and fly hung open. He was digging in the backpack he had pulled from the trunk of the car when they left it. Jyn’s throat closed over and her brain stuttered as the sensible part of her mind suggested that she might want to look at his face instead of at his body.
He looked up from his bag to her, and his mouth dropped open briefly and there was heat in his gaze when their eyes met. Jyn bit down the urge to cover every inch of his skin with her mouth and grip hard at his slender hips. Priorities, Jyn. Safety first, sex later.
Cassian pulled a balled up grey t-shirt from the bag and offered it out to her. “I always keep some spares and emergency stuff in the car.”
Jyn blinked back to the present and reached for the offering. Their hands touched briefly and she blamed hormones and adrenaline for the shiver that sparkled all the way down to her belly. Her cheeks flushed hot as if she were still under the shower. His dark eyes dipped down to the towel and back up again and his face flushed slightly. Oh, she thought, it isn’t just me.
Cassian shook his head and broke the spell, and picked up the backpack. “I think we’re safe, for now. You should get some sleep.”
Exhausted, Jyn dozed as the shower ran, and was too tired to take no for an answer when Cassian came out and tried to sleep on the floor instead. I want you near me, she couldn’t quite say out loud.
The springs in the bed creaked as he settled in next to her, on his side, only a foot between them in the small double. Outside the rain continued to hammer against the windows.
“I’m sorry you were dragged into my family’s mess.” Jyn whispered into the darkness. Her heart pounded when his hand reached out and touched hers, and gave a gentle squeeze before his thumb started to run back and forth across her knuckles.
“It’s not your fault, Jyn. I pushed a little harder than I should have once I got a hint of who we were dealing with.” He sighed heavily. “Palpatine’s Empire, it did some awful things to where I grew up in Mexico. The good people keep getting poorer and the bad people get richer. Cartels, slavery, arms dealing - everywhere you look, something leads back to him. Back home, I kept seeing these connections, but no one above me in the force would listen to me.”
“You were a cop?”
“Yeah. I started getting warnings, and so did my family, my colleagues… and I didn’t listen, not in time. My father paid the price.”
Jyn felt her heart break with the weight of guilt. This good man had tried to escape his ghosts, and she had opened the door for them to come back. Sorry seemed too small and insignificant a word. Jyn shifted closer to him, wrapped her arms around his torso and buried her face in his neck. He stiffened and held his breath, before melting into her. His arms around her felt like safety, foreign for someone who had kept others so far away for so long. It didn’t feel like a weakness, either.
Jyn closed her eyes tight and breathed in his clean scent as his nose brushed against the top of her head. She chased away the thoughts of tomorrow and focused on his heartbeat. It would have been so easy to lift her lips to his and kiss him and distract themselves with pleasure, and she considered it as his hands ran up and down her spine. She imagined his touch drifting lower, under and up beneath the t-shirt she wore, and she gripped him a little tighter.
But then Cassian placed the sweetest of kisses on her forehead, and whispered to her to get some sleep, and she realised that she didn’t want them to taint something beautiful with fear.
We could have something beautiful, she thought as she drifted off with his touch soothing her, if we live.