[people can be happy here, vash had told her what seems like an age ago now; it's funny, how time feels when it's actually there, stretched beyond any and all limits she'd ever known. happy — the word sticks in her mind, taking root there as they're curled together, as a gentle thumb brushes the hair away from cassian's forehead and he is, in this moment, the only center of her world. is that what this is? the actual name she could put to the smile that can't seem to fade from her own face when he kisses her and tells her that she's beautiful, or the warmth that settles in her to the point of feeling like it's permanent.
is she happy?
the whole concept of that is so foreign that she still struggles to piece it together, but, she thinks — maybe. maybe she is. maybe it's actually possible.
he has this way of showing her what's possible when she'd thought otherwise.
and that's one reason, one reason out of so many, more than she can actually quantify, that —]
I love you.
[it's soft, barely more than a whisper, but it fills the space they share with every bit of emotion she feels.
you're beautiful, too, is a thought that goes unsaid, maybe less because she's not quite sure how to say it, but because she doesn't need to. it's there in how her eyes never leave him, how her hand keeps touching his face, reverent, fingers ghosting over the skin there like they're handling something precious. it's also there in how she leans forward, pressing her lips to his in a long, slow kiss, one that can take the time that they have.
(it wouldn't be terrible if you two made each other happy.)]
[ vash had said, she loves you. you love her, too.
it had been the first time cassian had heard that sentiment in so many words about the two of them. and, even then, he'd known there was truth to it — whether he liked it or not. it had been terrifying to consider. there are so many reasons why she shouldn't love him. there are so many reasons why he's likely to bring her pain. has there been anyone who loved him who didn't regret it? and how little he deserves peace; how little he deserves the way she looks at him now, the way her hands skim his face like he's worth something.
the way she says, i love you.
she wouldn't like knowing that these thoughts are never far, even at a moment like this. but maybe she would like knowing the way she speaks, the way she looks at him, the way her touch feels — that all of it seems to fill the space between them, suffuse this moment, until there's little room for worries of deserving. it's so hard to take his eyes off her. it's so hard to think about anything but his arms curled around her, but the way she leans forward now to kiss him, unhurried. it's so hard to think about anything but the slow bloom of bliss inside his chest, anything but pressing closer, deeper, into the kiss.
i love you, goes unsaid. but she has to know, by now. i love you, i love you.]
[she knows; she knows she can say that, safely, and knows that it's returned, because she's heard it — but more than that, because she can feel it. i love you is in not only how he meets her halfway, but also in how he catches her, gives her a soft place to land.
it's love and it's home, one and the same.
those things have always been connected in jyn's mind, she realizes now, and no one brings them together so seamlessly as him. and it's a certainty that's just as safe as any other, here; she does mean in this eyesore of a room, yes, but she'd also mean it anywhere he was, because the safest place for her in any world, in any galaxy, is in his arms.
smiling easily against his mouth, she lets him press closer, and as far as she's concerned, they can stay like that.
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is she happy?
the whole concept of that is so foreign that she still struggles to piece it together, but, she thinks — maybe. maybe she is. maybe it's actually possible.
he has this way of showing her what's possible when she'd thought otherwise.
and that's one reason, one reason out of so many, more than she can actually quantify, that —]
I love you.
[it's soft, barely more than a whisper, but it fills the space they share with every bit of emotion she feels.
you're beautiful, too, is a thought that goes unsaid, maybe less because she's not quite sure how to say it, but because she doesn't need to. it's there in how her eyes never leave him, how her hand keeps touching his face, reverent, fingers ghosting over the skin there like they're handling something precious. it's also there in how she leans forward, pressing her lips to his in a long, slow kiss, one that can take the time that they have.
(it wouldn't be terrible if you two made each other happy.)]
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it had been the first time cassian had heard that sentiment in so many words about the two of them. and, even then, he'd known there was truth to it — whether he liked it or not. it had been terrifying to consider. there are so many reasons why she shouldn't love him. there are so many reasons why he's likely to bring her pain. has there been anyone who loved him who didn't regret it? and how little he deserves peace; how little he deserves the way she looks at him now, the way her hands skim his face like he's worth something.
the way she says, i love you.
she wouldn't like knowing that these thoughts are never far, even at a moment like this. but maybe she would like knowing the way she speaks, the way she looks at him, the way her touch feels — that all of it seems to fill the space between them, suffuse this moment, until there's little room for worries of deserving. it's so hard to take his eyes off her. it's so hard to think about anything but his arms curled around her, but the way she leans forward now to kiss him, unhurried. it's so hard to think about anything but the slow bloom of bliss inside his chest, anything but pressing closer, deeper, into the kiss.
i love you, goes unsaid. but she has to know, by now. i love you, i love you. ]
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it's love and it's home, one and the same.
those things have always been connected in jyn's mind, she realizes now, and no one brings them together so seamlessly as him. and it's a certainty that's just as safe as any other, here; she does mean in this eyesore of a room, yes, but she'd also mean it anywhere he was, because the safest place for her in any world, in any galaxy, is in his arms.
smiling easily against his mouth, she lets him press closer, and as far as she's concerned, they can stay like that.
time, love, home. they have all three.]