[ she nudges them both upward, and they part after the quick, chaste kiss. he smiles as she dispenses with his shirt, works on her own; and he sits up to give her space to do that, to pull the cord from around his neck and pool it, ever so carefully, in the top drawer of the bedside stand. and with that task done,
he can return his attention to jyn.
because that may not be everything between the two of them gone yet — there's the matter of her leggings, which will perhaps not be so easily removed, and his swim trunks — but he finds himself as impatient as she feels. (i love you. i love you.) he curls back over her so he can catch her face with both hands and bring it back to his, returning his mouth to hers and savoring the taste of her. his fingers tangle in her hair, find the fabric of her hairband and pull that off as well, letting the waves fall to her shoulders.
they have to part for breath eventually, and he leans his forehead against hers when they do, closes his eyes briefly. (i love you. i love you.) opens them, kisses each eyelid when she blinks, then carefully lowers her till she can feel the fabric of the bedspread against her back. he slides his hands back to her sides, kisses her throat again, and then kisses her stomach. working his way downwards, see, because he is impatient and she is impatient but they have time. and maybe there's something a little deliberate to it, too; because she is impatient, and he will oblige...soon. ]
anyway i guess this is a good place to note we're getting nsfw
he can return his attention to jyn.
because that may not be everything between the two of them gone yet — there's the matter of her leggings, which will perhaps not be so easily removed, and his swim trunks — but he finds himself as impatient as she feels. (i love you. i love you.) he curls back over her so he can catch her face with both hands and bring it back to his, returning his mouth to hers and savoring the taste of her. his fingers tangle in her hair, find the fabric of her hairband and pull that off as well, letting the waves fall to her shoulders.
they have to part for breath eventually, and he leans his forehead against hers when they do, closes his eyes briefly. (i love you. i love you.) opens them, kisses each eyelid when she blinks, then carefully lowers her till she can feel the fabric of the bedspread against her back. he slides his hands back to her sides, kisses her throat again, and then kisses her stomach. working his way downwards, see, because he is impatient and she is impatient but they have time. and maybe there's something a little deliberate to it, too; because she is impatient, and he will oblige...soon. ]