[ he really can't remember the last time he laughed like this. there are tears in his eyes from pure mirth, and he wipes them away with the hand still at his face. maybe when he was still a teenager, maybe, with brasso or bix or someone who'd made up the patchwork of his new life. who can say?
and he doesn't focus on trying to remember, not when he has the privilege of hearing jyn's laugh. the sound is so bright, so sweet, so lovely. he feels a surge of satisfaction when she only laughs harder at his impression, finally starts to get his breathing back under control as she wiggles out of those leggings herself. he's finally able to drop his hand in time to watch her throw them across the room — which would make him grin if he weren't already — and he tips his head up to look at her as she returns to laying on the bed. his smile softens, then, to something fonder, as he turns his face towards hers. as she hooks that leg around him. and then she leans in so close,
and echoes diane.
and he drops his head back on the pillow, reaching to smother his own laughter all over again. then he has a better idea — moves his hand to, instead, go behind her head and pull her in for another kiss. likely, they're both still laughing, but that has to be a good way to get her to stop mimicking diane and to help him recover his composure. he's still the one to break off the first attempt, trying so hard to push that mirth aside, and takes the second attempt with more ferocity — enough to push her backwards, encourage her to return to her back, his free hand moving out to steady his weight on her other side once again. ]
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and he doesn't focus on trying to remember, not when he has the privilege of hearing jyn's laugh. the sound is so bright, so sweet, so lovely. he feels a surge of satisfaction when she only laughs harder at his impression, finally starts to get his breathing back under control as she wiggles out of those leggings herself. he's finally able to drop his hand in time to watch her throw them across the room — which would make him grin if he weren't already — and he tips his head up to look at her as she returns to laying on the bed. his smile softens, then, to something fonder, as he turns his face towards hers. as she hooks that leg around him. and then she leans in so close,
and echoes diane.
and he drops his head back on the pillow, reaching to smother his own laughter all over again. then he has a better idea — moves his hand to, instead, go behind her head and pull her in for another kiss. likely, they're both still laughing, but that has to be a good way to get her to stop mimicking diane and to help him recover his composure. he's still the one to break off the first attempt, trying so hard to push that mirth aside, and takes the second attempt with more ferocity — enough to push her backwards, encourage her to return to her back, his free hand moving out to steady his weight on her other side once again. ]