[He's right. Jyn would have no problem making it known if this is not something she wants. For someone her size, she's capable of a lot of damage. However she has a habit of throwing herself entirely into something, be damned the consequences after. It might not be the best way to live, but she's survived this long. And sometimes she has to follow her gut more than anything else. That is precisely how they've gotten to this point.
Her mouth is too busy to give a response; otherwise she would. The kiss is deepened when she opens her mouth, wanting more already. The feeling is mutual on both ends, however this place is doing what it is doing. At least they both know that. The pace may not be as fast as it was against the wall, but like him, she knows how to savor something good when she stumbles upon it. Too much of her life has known loneliness and hardships.
The roll of his hips though, sends another huffed whimper out of her nose, not expecting to feel him quite as well as she suddenly does. There's something about feeling him, hard against the inside of her thigh up to the apex of her own legs. She's reminded of the clothing between the both of them, but more than that, she has this unexplainable want for him, something in him that just draws her to him. She arches her back as she tugs a little more fervently to get his shirt off. The smaller brunette still has the top layer, undershirt, and bra to get to. At least her pants are a little more straight forward to get to.]
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Her mouth is too busy to give a response; otherwise she would. The kiss is deepened when she opens her mouth, wanting more already. The feeling is mutual on both ends, however this place is doing what it is doing. At least they both know that. The pace may not be as fast as it was against the wall, but like him, she knows how to savor something good when she stumbles upon it. Too much of her life has known loneliness and hardships.
The roll of his hips though, sends another huffed whimper out of her nose, not expecting to feel him quite as well as she suddenly does. There's something about feeling him, hard against the inside of her thigh up to the apex of her own legs. She's reminded of the clothing between the both of them, but more than that, she has this unexplainable want for him, something in him that just draws her to him. She arches her back as she tugs a little more fervently to get his shirt off. The smaller brunette still has the top layer, undershirt, and bra to get to. At least her pants are a little more straight forward to get to.]