[There’s a scoffing noise in the back of her neck when he calls her that, and while she may have been more offended for it, Jyn also knows she isn’t the typical Outer Rim girl. Once in another life, she did live an entirely different way.
But more than anything, maybe he but needs to learn to take directions from her now. If her hands weren’t bared down while he moved her from against the wall to the aforementioned patch of grass, she might of thought about hitting him. Apparently though he can hold his own weight, and hers clearly.]
I think you’re trying to convince me not to now. [She lays back on the grass with that same smirk that caused a flutter of images in her head that she’s sure were more about his wants. It’s a strange sensation still, but it’s a present reminder of the clear effect he has on her. It’s like the ocean coming over her head, but instead of drowning or being unable to breathe, she finds new air. And despite that being a reason to try and push him away, it’s intoxicating and invigorating all at once.
So she lets him start to peel off the layers. First the scarf, then the vest gets discarded. There will be a pile of clothes, all things she wears. But once he’s starting to tug on her shirt, her own hands find that lip of skin where his own shirt dips just enough. She leans in quickly to kiss him, wanting to connect on that level with him again.]
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But more than anything, maybe he but needs to learn to take directions from her now. If her hands weren’t bared down while he moved her from against the wall to the aforementioned patch of grass, she might of thought about hitting him. Apparently though he can hold his own weight, and hers clearly.]
I think you’re trying to convince me not to now. [She lays back on the grass with that same smirk that caused a flutter of images in her head that she’s sure were more about his wants. It’s a strange sensation still, but it’s a present reminder of the clear effect he has on her. It’s like the ocean coming over her head, but instead of drowning or being unable to breathe, she finds new air. And despite that being a reason to try and push him away, it’s intoxicating and invigorating all at once.
So she lets him start to peel off the layers. First the scarf, then the vest gets discarded. There will be a pile of clothes, all things she wears. But once he’s starting to tug on her shirt, her own hands find that lip of skin where his own shirt dips just enough. She leans in quickly to kiss him, wanting to connect on that level with him again.]