fluffnstuff | New year, new ships

What he wants? No one has asked him that in so long. He doesn't even know how to answer such a question - to be able to be completely honest with another person. He doesn't even know how to string together the right words to say what he has in his mind about what he wants.

But there is one word - one name - that comes to mind when he thinks about what he wants. "You."

Jumping right into a battle feels less frightening than this - at least in a battle, he knows who to shoot and what to do. But right now? Making this confession? He feels like he's in a dark room, trying to find his way out.

If the tables were turned, and he'd asked her what she wants, Jyn wouldn't quite know how to articulate her thoughts, either. For so long, she's done what needs to be done with hardly a spare thought to herself, it's difficult to say or even to consider what she might want for her life, especially now.

Something small and hopeful begins to bloom in the pit of her belly when he says that he wants her. She's no real prize, she thinks, but then, he's known that from the beginning.

This is nerve-wracking, being open and honest and admitting things she might've normally swallowed down and kept inside, but this was, maybe, a fresh start, which needs complete honesty to begin correctly. As her lips lift into a tiny smile, and as she breathes out a soft chuckle that almost sounds like a sob, she decides to speak a truth that they've both known since the beach.

"You've already got me."

Her statement confirms what he thought he imagined in that elevator and on that beach. She had him - the moment they left for Scarif, when he promised her "all the way" - she had him then and there.

"Then there's something that I've been meaning to do." He tugs on her hand again, pulling her closer to him - and when she's close enough, he sits up on his elbows, stifling the groan that threatens to escape from his throat from the pain, and he presses his lips to hers in a soft kiss.

He's kissed other people before - but this one is different - this feels permanent despite the war, despite the threat of death every single day.

And thank goodness for that, because where would Jyn be if everything between them was still as shaky and unsure as it was in the beginning? All the way, he'd said, and now, she knows that all the way, he meant. There is no explaining the torrent of emotions that wash over her to realize it.

"Don't hurt yourself", she murmurs, although she doesn't resist the way he pulls her close, and certainly doesn't hesitate in returning the kiss, an embarrassingly hungry little whine all the noise she makes as she tries both to keep as close as possible, and to keep from injuring Cassian all the worse (she'd never forgive herself if she did, not even accidentally).

Nothing has felt as right as this moment.

After a few seconds, he groans, the pain being too much, so he lies back down, taking in deep breaths. But it's worth it. Seeing the look on her face - the taste of her lips - being that close to her, he'd fall down 20 more feet if it meant being able to kiss her again. "The pain isn't so bad," he said, trying to mask it his grimace. He smiles instead.

His hands rest on her arms, a feeble attempt at trying to hold her without causing any more pain to himself. He just wants to be close to her.

It was perfect, just the way it was. And it floors Jyn to realize that it's not an only kiss, that it's the first that they'll share, because there's no way that she's going to go a day without showing Cassian just how deeply she feels for him. Maybe he already knows it even as she arches an eyebrow skeptically, shaking her head. "You're lying. But it won't always be so bad, you're going to heal, you're going to be just fine."

And she will be with him every step of the way.

It's comforting, the way that he keeps his hands on her, but after the kiss, after knowing what it feels like to hold each other tight, the distance still feels too far. She just wants to be close. She just wants to lay together, even if neither of them gets any sleep. She just wants to be with him.

If this is what the future holds - despite all the loss and pain and guilt and regret and shame - he'd do it all over again. He'll put his neck on the line every time for her. He'll fight for her - because even if he doesn't know what the future holds for them, he knows that they'll be by each other's sides and that's enough.

He smiles at her resolution and nods. "Stay with me."

The need to be close is intense. It feels as though lying together isn't going to be enough, but he moves over anyway, as if he read her mind, and makes enough space for her to lie down next to him.

Nothing is guaranteed, and Jyn knows that, but she'll face whatever comes their way head on, determined to make whatever time they've got together worth everything they've endured along the way.

"Of course", she murmurs, careful and cautious as she attempts to find a way to practically plaster herself to his side without aggravating his injuries, needing the comfort of as much contact as possible. "Anytime you need me to."

He smiles at her softly, always is what he wants to say in response, but he doesn't. It's too soon for those kinds of absolutes even though he feels it in his bones.

Rolling over carefully, he faces her, looking into her eyes, seeing for the first time just how many different colors there are in them. His arm wraps around her waist, fitting together on the narrow bed like puzzle pieces.

Somewhere in the distance, he can hear the sound of an X-wing taking off.

As much as she'd love to make the same promise, she knows that it might be impossible to keep. Hopefully, it's enough to imbue it in every look, and every touch, and everything she says, no matter how mundane. Always.

She's quiet as she reaches up to trace the scruffy line of his jaw, fingertips gentle, committing every sight and feel and reaction to memory, as content as she can feel just to be together, just to be close, just to share this tender intimacy.

Despite everything else, in the moment, she is happy.

He looks at her silently, his eyes scanning her face. This is probably the longest and closest he's ever been to her. But now he doesn't have to wonder what her lips feel like against his or how his arm would fit around her waist. She gives those to him without question, willingly.

He's read her file - he knows more or less what her life has been like since Saw rescued her after her mother died and her father was taken away. All he wants is for her to feel wanted again. He never, ever wants her to feel as though she's alone in the universe.

Any other time, or place, or person, and the intensity of the gaze might grate on her nerves, if not worse. But Jyn finds that she doesn't mind it in this case, because she's just as intent on learning Cassian, too, from head to foot and back again, all the little details that she hasn't yet had time to discover.

And, at least on her part, reassuring herself that this isn't some ... fever dream, that it's real, and true, that she isn't somehow just making it all up as a way to ... cope.

She doesn't feel alone now, and that makes all the difference. "You're warm", she mumbles, and there are tears tinging her voice all over again, gentle as she finds a way to burrow all the closer still. "This alright?"

"It's perfect." He presses his lips to her forehead, trying to ease whatever's plaguing her mind because he can see it in her eyes and hear it in her voice. Combing back her hair with his fingers, he looks down at her again. How can someone so small be so incredibly tough and resilient?

He can slowly feel the walls - the prison - he's built around him crumble because of her. All he wants is to let her in - to be able to share their pain and to have her want him nonetheless.

She hadn't had any other choices, well, save for giving up entirely, and that was out of the question. She's had plenty of time to harden, and to build the same types of walls to protect herself that he had. And the knowledge that they were falling down quickly was ... paralyzing.

"The medics are going to be angry with me for doing this", she says, hiccuping a soft laugh. Not that she cares much, honestly. There's nowhere else she'd rather be. And nothing is going to take her away unless absolutely necessary.

Jyn has no idea where to go from here, how to be vulnerable and open, but for Cassian, she'll try.

"Let them be angry," he says with a grin - and then he kisses her lips just because.

Cassian has never known such freedom like this - freedom to laugh and smile and be himself with another person. He has always been Cassian, Alliance Intelligence Officer, first for so long, he almost doesn't know how to be someone else.

They've certainly faced down worse. And when she breathes out a chuckle into the kiss, it's clear that she's genuinely amused - and pleasantly surprised to be graced by a grin.

It's so strange to be able to act in such a way, to honestly share the sort of happiness she wouldn't have dared allow herself time to dream about before, and all the better that she gets to share it with him. Things were never going to be perfect, and might not even come close, but what they have - what they could build - she's sure will be good.

And that's more than she ever thought was possible.

New year, new ships

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