[ jyn's impatient little movements don't go unnoticed. and because his lips barely leave her skin, she can surely feel the way they curve into a smile despite himself, the small huff of warm breath somewhere in the vicinity of her belly button as he tries not to laugh. he catches one of her hands in one of his, brings it close so he can kiss each of her knuckles once again, and then the back, and then the palm. there's a wrinkle about his eyes with the force of his smile, surely visible to jyn, as he patiently works his way around her hand.
he's not teasing her. but he's not not teasing her.
her other hand gets the same treatment, as he shifts his weight back somewhat precariously onto his knees, while he keeps a safe but firm grip around the wrist of the hand that's been kissed. and it's only after that job has been done that he releases her, turns both his hands to that band of her leggings. he gives it an experimental tug, pulling down far enough that he can press another kiss to a few centimeters of newly exposed skin, then curls his fingers around the elastic to pull it down harder. it gives, of course, but tight as it fits her, pulling it down her hips takes more effort than he'd maybe banked on this requiring.
at one point, he looks back to her, catching her eyes with his, and very slowly raises an eyebrow. his voice almost doesn't tremor from repressed laughter when he says, ]
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he's not teasing her. but he's not not teasing her.
her other hand gets the same treatment, as he shifts his weight back somewhat precariously onto his knees, while he keeps a safe but firm grip around the wrist of the hand that's been kissed. and it's only after that job has been done that he releases her, turns both his hands to that band of her leggings. he gives it an experimental tug, pulling down far enough that he can press another kiss to a few centimeters of newly exposed skin, then curls his fingers around the elastic to pull it down harder. it gives, of course, but tight as it fits her, pulling it down her hips takes more effort than he'd maybe banked on this requiring.
at one point, he looks back to her, catching her eyes with his, and very slowly raises an eyebrow. his voice almost doesn't tremor from repressed laughter when he says, ]
This place has terrible fashion.