They had both
still been in the sickbay. Cassian had been half-unconscious, Jyn a little
delirious from the medication they’d given her, but she’d still managed to turn
her head and seen the man in the bed next to hers. They
had fought together, died together and been resurrected together, and something had slammed painfully in her chest in that moment. Her limbs had
felt heavy, weighted, like if she tried to get up she would simply fall to the
ground, so she’d instead reached out an arm towards him. It had swayed a little and in
her punch-drunk mind, she had almost forgotten it was there, until she’d suddenly
felt the fingers clasp around her own.
They were close
enough. He was there. She’d looked across the space between them and imagined
if there were nothing instead.
In the weeks that
followed their release from the sickbay, they were quick to realise that there
were few who would ever truly understand what they’d been through. The brushing
of hands became holding. Jyn knew what it looked like, when he would reach out
and lace their fingers together as they strode determinedly down the corridors
of Echo One together, but she had ceased to care.
No one questioned
them. No one at all.
“No one–” She
gasped as she felt her back hit the wall, Cassian’s tongue tracing the edge of
her clavicle. “No one – finds out about this–”
He hummed a
little, enough to indicate he’d heard her, but not enough to assume he was
actually listening. “I’m serious,” she said, sighing as he moved further down
her chest, tugging the collar of her shirt out of his way. “We’ve only just
been cleared for duty, I’m not screwing up our chances of working together–”
“If he finds out
that we’ve been doing this a lot, he would.”
He smiled against
her skin. “Fine then. No one knows.”
“No one knows.”
He kissed her,
fierce and determined. Jyn had discovered pretty quickly that they kissed a lot
like they had fought on Scarif, with a push and pull. That had started during a
sparring match in the training gym, the two trying to work on getting their
strength back. A mix of their skills and their injuries had resulted in them
being rather evenly matched, and a fight could last almost too long to endure. When
he had finally managed to pin her to the mat, her face flushed and his bare
chest heaving, all logic had left her brain.
His kiss had
It had simply
carried on from there until now, when he was shoving her up against the poor,
unsuspecting wall in his quarters (which by this point, she often shared). It
wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last. Her fingers tangled in his
hair, keeping him close as he ran a hand up her thigh, hitching it around him. The
mechanics were often different, but the concept always the same: they would
touch with calloused hands, sigh with breaths mixed together, and as a result,
had fallen headfirst into something neither of them really knew how to put into
All Jyn could
think was this. I need this, I want this,
I will walk through hell to keep this …
“Am I still
allowed to hold your hand, though?” Cassian suddenly asked against her neck.
His wandering hand on her thigh was distracting, but she cleared her head
enough to answer,
“Why? The entire
base already assumes we’re sleeping together anyway–”
“It’s only rumour,
“Fine, fine,” he
rumbled against her. It made her shiver as he bent down and lifted her, both
her legs able to wrap around him now. They admittedly hadn’t quite perfected
this dance, yet. There was still much to learn about each other. There were
things to say, stories to eventually tell, and moves they still hadn’t quite
figured out. He pressed into her, hands inching high as Jyn practically shoved
her hands inside his shirt. The first time they’d done this had been awkward
and embarrassing. They’d had enough experience between the two of them to know
basically what they were doing, but a lot of magic gets taken out when it’s
punctuated with ‘do you like that?’ and ‘yes – wait, no’. Slowly, they’d grown
used to each other, understood how their bodies worked together. Now, they
could begin to explore.
Now, it was good.
his hips into hers, pushing her closer to the wall and sending a spark straight
through her. He ran his hands up her sides, dipping into her lean body and
leaving goosebumps in their wake. He found her hands, and he smiled against her
lips, lacing their fingers together. He pushed them back into the wall, Jyn helplessly
“Are you sure we
can’t hold hands anymore?” he rumbled against her.
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