[there's nothing that's ever been as easy to her as being here. the smile that forms on her face in response to the one that softens on his is easy; so is the satisfaction that curls just on the edge of it when she pulls more laughter out of him, and so is the laugh that bubbles up from her chest in turn — quieter now, that they're so close, but no less bright.
and isn't it amazing how easy this is, how light? life as she's known it — as they've both known it — is hard and cold and fucking unfair; those things are still true (she'd never, of course, be under any delusion of otherwise), but sometimes, sometimes, in the certain moments, with the right person, it can be something else.
it's that thought, maybe, that comes at the same time as cassian's second attempt to kiss her, that quiets her laugh down, has her taking him in instead. has her reaching for him, pulling him over her as he guides her onto her back again, sighing into his mouth at the comfortable familiarity of the weight.]
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and isn't it amazing how easy this is, how light? life as she's known it — as they've both known it — is hard and cold and fucking unfair; those things are still true (she'd never, of course, be under any delusion of otherwise), but sometimes, sometimes, in the certain moments, with the right person, it can be something else.
it's that thought, maybe, that comes at the same time as cassian's second attempt to kiss her, that quiets her laugh down, has her taking him in instead. has her reaching for him, pulling him over her as he guides her onto her back again, sighing into his mouth at the comfortable familiarity of the weight.]