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Give a Girl a Book

Day 6 of my 30 day Oneshot Challenge! You can find the rest here. And I hope you like this random fluffy thing!

Prompt: You’re overdue on this book and I want it so I’m tracking u the fuck down

Give a Girl a Book

“Alright, Andor, where is it?”

Cassian glances up from his report with a frown. He squints against the sunlight as he takes in Jyn Erso’s angry face. It’s not the first time he’s witnessed the passion in her eyes or the hard set of her face when she knows what she wants and has decided that she’s going to get it, no matter the cost. Honestly, it’s a bit of a turn on. Not that he’ll tell her that when she’s angry, but her passion is exquisite.

“Where’s the book?” She demands, dropping into the seat beside him.

He casts around for an inkling as to what she’s talking about, but the answer eludes him. “What are you talking about?”

The History of Intelligence? The book you checked out of the library three weeks ago, the same book you know I wanted to read.”

Right. Now he remembers. It’s under his bed right now, an old receipt stuck between the thin pages about three quarters of the way back. He got distracted a couple days ago by another one of Bodhi’s ‘secret missions’ and hadn’t picked it up since then. At the time, the joy ride in the helicopter had been worth it. Now, staring into fierce brown eyes, he’s a bit on the fence. On one hand, if he had finished it Jyn wouldn’t be angry. On the other hand, he now gets to spend more time around her.

“I haven’t finished it yet.” She’s not going to leave it at that, but Cassian returns to his report all the same. It’s kind of fun to rile her up.

“Doesn’t matter,” she crows, leaning on his desk and covering his report. “Wanna know why?”

Cassian taps his pen on the paper, which he can’t write on because she’s covering the next section. He sighs and looks up at her expectantly.

“It’s been more than two weeks, which means it’s overdue.”

He sighs, wondering what her game is here. “So what? I can renew it.”

“But you can’t!” She grins at him. “Because someone else has it on hold.”


“Me!” She sits back with a huge grin, clearly pleased with herself.

“But you can’t get it until I actually return the book,” Cassian points out with his own smile. If he keeps the book, then she’ll come bug him every day. It’s childish, but it allows him to spend time with her, to witness her playful side. And no doubt, she’ll attempt to return the book for him, which would be interesting. Really, it just amounts to spending more time in her presence, which is always a win for him, and maybe – just maybe – it would convince her to say yes when he finally asks her out.

“Oh, you’ll return the book.” Jyn stands, confident in every moment.

Cassian frowns. She’s still light and teasing. There’s something up her sleeve, and it’s not the cards she uses to cheat. “And why would I do that when I still haven’t finished it?”

Jyn leans over the desk again, her facing pausing inches from his own. “Because Kay says you like me.”

He freezes, unable to look away from the mirth that twinkles in her brown eyes. It looks good on her, like it’s meant to be there. He should probably be embarrassed by the fact that Kay spilled his secret to his crush, but all he really wants is to find out what Jyn’s smirk tastes like.

She draws him in, like gravity. Her breath catches in her throat, as her eyes drop to his lips. And just like that he’s got the upper hand once more.

“And what are you gonna do with that information?”

Jyn’s eyes search his face. It’s a game of chicken now. Who will make the first move? Who will the sexual tension get to first? He can’t be the only one who feels it, the only one effected by their proximity. Her dilated pupils speak to the veracity of that.

Cassian likes the thrill, so he feels a wave of regret as Jyn pulls back and her breath no longer fans his face. She backs from the room, biting her bottom lip as she watches him. He would give her just about whatever she wants right now. He’d walk all the way back to the room to grab the book and hand it over.

“If you return the book, I just might say yes when you finally ask me out.” With one last flirtatious smile, she disappears out the door.

Jyn finds the book on her bed when she gets back to her room, her library card slipped between the pages. But what really brings a smile to her face is the pink sticky note on the cover that reads:

Coffee. Tomorrow. 10am.  

She shakes her head. It’s about time he asked. Of course, he would do it in the most Cassian way possible.

It’s a good thing she likes him too.

Storefront window displaying women’s clothing, six mannequins wearing dresses and a suit, women’s dresses hanging on back wall, mirrors, lamps, potted plants and vases of flowers also in the window display. Written on the outside awning: “4145-Fit Rite Shoppe-4145.” c.1930

Harvey C. Jackson Collection.

  • Courtesy of the Burton Historical Collection, Detroit Public Library

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Happy Birthday George Moore! (24 February 1852 – 21 January 1933) 

Irish novelist, short-story writer, poet, art critic, memoirist and dramatist. Although Moore’s work is sometimes seen as outside the mainstream of both Irish and British literature, he is as often regarded as the first great modern Irish novelist. (Wikipedia)

From our stacks: Illustration, signature and excerpt from Ulrick and Soracha By George Moore. Issued for subscribers only by Boni and Liveright New York 1926. This edition of Ulick and Soracha is strictly limited to Twelve Hundred and Fifty Copies Numbered and Signed. This Copy is Number 279.