Hands- Cassian Andor
I don’t know about everyone else but I’m excited for any Cassian content!!! Keen as a Mexican bean! But if you want a little prompt to hopefully kickstart you mind; what about write something based off the word “hands”? Anything at all, the first thing that comes to your mind write it! I hope you get out of it soon darling
Pairing: Cassian Andor/OC
A/N: Don’t know how special this one is, but at least it got me out of the rut! :) Thanks for your patience, loves. As always.
He had strong, capable hands. Marred with scars and callouses. I remembered how they’d felt against my skin…running up my thighs, and skimming along my sides as he slipped my shirt off.
You could tell a lot about person based on what kind of hands they had. And I was nothing more than putty in Cassian Andor’s hands.
He caught me alone in the corridor, catching up to me after I’d been caught watching him meticulously clean the blaster that normally hung at his hip.
His fingers curled around my wrist, pulling me to a stop.
“Not now, Cassian.” I murmured, trying to shrug him off. Instead, he tightened his hold on me and pulled me closer.
“Why won’t you talk to me?” he asked calmly, his voice barely above a whisper. I lifted my gaze from the floor to meet his dark brown eyes and instantly regretted it. His expression was filled with pain, and want. Two things I wondered if he saw mirrored back at him.
I averted my gaze back to the floor, where I wouldn’t have to look at his perfect face. “It’s just better this way, Cass. You know that.”
“How is this better?” he asked me in disbelief. “You let me kiss you, you sleep with me…and then you won’t even speak to me?”
“Because.” I hissed at him. I tried again to rip my hand from his hold but he held on, and I eventually gave up. I leaned against him, letting my head fall against his chest. “Because I’m afraid if we do it again, I might not be able to stop.”
I could hear the steady rhythm of his heart beneath his shirt, could feel the rising of his chest. His hand cupped the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. “Would that be such a horrible thing?”
“Yes,” I whispered, voice muffled into the fabric of his shirt. “If something were to happen to you it would be.”
There was a small part of me, though, that knew it was already too late for that. That how I felt about him was very real.
Those hands that had worked so meticulously to make me his traced my spine, running down my back until he was gripping my hips on either side. His fingers dug into my skin, pushing me back and forcing me to look up at him.
“Anything could happen to either of us. At any time. Don’t shut me out.”
I sighed, wanting so badly to just give in. I grabbed his hand and lifted it to my lips, kissing his palm. “I can’t, Cass. I’m sorry.”
Frown lines creased his forehead, as he shook his head slowly. “I’m not giving up that easily. I know how I feel. I’ll watch you walk away a hundred times if it means just once you’ll stay. All it takes is one time to change your mind.” His words made me feel momentarily breathless as he untwisted his fingers from my grasp and cupped my face, his palm warm against my cheek. He leaned in closer, the smell of fuel and leather intoxicating. “You know where to find me.”
Cassian’s lips grazed mine, barely touching them. His fingers brushed my cheek as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. Then he was gone, his warmth vanishing as his footsteps led him further and further away…once again leaving me with nothing but the echo of his touch.