I've been strung around by you like a kicked dog for like the last week; the leash is your fanfic. I just want to send you a prompt to see what excellent, horrible, amazing thing you do with it. So here is the prompt, offered from my bare hands for you to pluck or swat away: ~"I didn't know you could do that"~
This is why I can’t tell if anyone really likes me in this fandom. But here you go!:
“I didn’t know you could do that.”
Cassian’s hands pulled her shirt open, focused. He glanced up at her, a brief glimmer of confusion at her words. He looked striking in cavernous torchlight, too bad that wasn’t a setting on the lights in her quarters. She stored information like that on Cassian Andor. For later. Hopefully.
His lips were pecking at hers as he spoke, to cover his explanation.
“The. Rebellion. Frowns upon it. But. They’re. Still. Watching. And. You. Can. Punch. Me. Later.”
His tongue snaked into her mouth when he finished that thought.
She got why he was doing it, but it struck her as wildly unprofessional for someone like him. So when he’d glanced nervously over their shoulder to check if they were still being followed -and they were- is decision to spin her up against a wall of one of the tunnels of this city’s literal underground had made the words slip out of her mouth as his lips did dastardly things to her neck.
Did the rebellion really sanction public displays of affection between partners? That just seemed to open up more problems than solutions.
“You’re too stiff,” he told her, breath warming her ear, “they can tell you don’t like it.”
She grasped his chin in her hand.
“How far are you willing to take this?” she turned on him with a wicked smile.
He gaped at her, and her hands shoved him back, spinning him to be the one against the wall with lips on his neck.
“I didn’t know you could do that,” he murmured, his voice soft and longing. Jyn snickered. She wedged her hips between his legs. He used the wall’s support to lower himself to grind fully against her. She smiled against his mouth.
“Are they still following us?” she said it soft and dirty, like she was flirting instead of undercover.
Cassian glanced over her head as she dove back to his neck. The location would have betrayed anyone close enough to keep up with their next movements.
“Then should we stop?” her lips did sinful things to his collarbones with a knowing chuckle, which were incredibly sensitive. Damn her for figuring it out. He closed his eyes, groaned softly.