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[ooc: if you're okay with cross-canon, i've got this lady!]

[ooc: I have not seen the movie yet, so if that is okay I gladly accept the offer! <3 ]

[ooc: yeah, of course! i'm totally fine with throwing her into his universe. she'd probably be a security officer. do you want to start or shall i?]

[ooc: Go for it! I have crossed the fandoms before, but that would make it easier with her working on the ship. You can go ahead and start and feel free to have fun picking whatever setting you like. <3 ]

[ooc: yes, excellent. i am not great with starters, but i'll figure something out! do you mind a pre-existing sort of will they won't they thing?]

[ooc: That is totally fine. I figure on this meme that would be needed. And I'm sure it will be great! Don't worry.]

[ooc: thank you for the vote of confidence. :D i'm good with prose or brackets, so i'll follow your lead. away we go!]

The thing about fraternization is that there are no rules against it, as long as interpersonal relationships didn't take precedence over nor get in the way of duty. And Jyn isn't morally opposed to the idea of having a relationship where she works. Rather, her reluctance is borne from the need and tendency to be ... intensely private.

There are some things that she doesn't particularly wish to share with close to a thousand others onboard the Enterprise. It's nobody's business, after all, that the gruffly blustering doctor makes the stoic security officer's stomach flip every time they speak.

Nobody needs to know that the sarcastic back and forth was more flirtation than anything else. Nobody needs to know just where she's hurrying to when her shift is over - in a direction that is directly opposite to where her quarters actually were.

And nobody needs to know that when she heads into Sick Bay, it isn't because she's feeling ill in the slightest.

"Doctor? I've got that report that you wanted ... "

Even though he's not as old as he stated he is every time he complained about the twitterpated actions of the crew, he knew he wasn't that old. He just always felt the need to make it good and known that he had no time for that kind of nonsense and he was, in point of fact, dedicated completely to his work. That included keeping one very gung ho captain with a death wish alive.

So when things did start to shift for Leonard, he barely noticed it at first. Then his typical empty endearments became softer, the inflection different when he looked at her and addressed her. Sometimes he knew his inability to control all the emotions in his face would get the both of them in trouble, but well, moth to the flame an' all that. Lowering his PADD that he'd been going over reports on, he forced himself to look at the item in her hands first before letting his gaze slide back up to her face.

Hazel eyes found hers and the expression of concentration from before softened just slightly. The corner of his lips twitched upward before he caught himself and soon he was holding his hand out for the report. Though, when she did hand it to him, his fingers purposely grazed the back of her hand and dipped between her fingertips in the process. "Thanks for that, sweetheart"

The light drawl to the endearment gave it a bit more meaning. A softer connotation that he didn't have if he used it on reflex with other people. Which, tended to be less often as of late and that would likely start to ruin that level of privacy the both of them preferred. "Jim got you runnin' around the ship again instead of lettin' you do your job?"

It's always amused her, actually, the grumbling that he was way too old for the types of shenanigans the rest of the crew found themselves involved in. The assertion, however, that he was too busy to engage in those activities was much more true. For as much as Jyn respected the captain, he did tend to rush into situations without considering the fact that he was indeed, as mortal as the rest of them.

They're still here, though, so she supposed that she couldn't find fault in that. She still had the opportunity to get to know Leonard in a more personal way than simply the ship's doctor. She didn't tend to get injured often, after all, it wasn't as though she had any reason at all to visit Sick Bay unless an emergency called for her assistance. And that friendship had slowly burgeoned into more - so slowly, in fact, that it had almost caught her completely by surprise.

But it was ... nice, letting her guard down. It felt right when she allowed herself to be vulnerable and soft and expose the types of wants and desires and emotions that she normally kept close to her chest. One or both of them was going to slip up eventually, but for the moment, what they did in private stayed there.

She hummed softly as she handed the PADD over, easily and eagerly accepting of the way their fingers fit together. Nobody else was around, surely it couldn't hurt to hold on for a little while longer. "Of course", she answered, unable to keep from smiling softly in return, the endearment and the inflection in his voice not lost on her. "He caught me on my way over, thought it would save some time if I brought it instead of him. I ... think he might know about us."

Not that he'd said as such. But there had been a sparkle in his eyes that suggested that he was not as clueless as others were.

Not quite taking the PADD just yet, he slipped his fingers closer together in a strange parody of interlocking hers with his. It felt intimate, especially to someone like him who valued his hands above all else. And those closest to him got the chance to realize that his hands were sensitive. To touch and feeling, and so very precise in everything he did.

"He's good at that, isn't he?" He surmised the Jim likely saw it as a chance to 'help' as he put it. And well, maybe he didn't mind that so much. Pausing at her observation, he finally slipped the PADD from her hand and glanced only once around the practically empty medical. An empty medical meant Jim was mostly behaving. That he approved of. "Contrary to popular belief, that idiot is my best friend." And knew a thing or two about McCoy most didn't. Including the signs that said he actually was into another person.

Tilting his head toward the door to his office, he offered the barest hint of a smile. "I have a few reports I need to turn into him. If you don't mind comin' along to get them from my office, that is?" Where that much was true, the fact he was shamelessly using it just to get more time in should appall him. Truth be told, he was just happy he was the CMO with his own private office. Small favors and such, he certainly wouldn't be complainin'.

Jyn knew. And she wasn't about to complain that the level of contact was lacking, mostly because it wasn't. Their privacy wasn't guaranteed, and this was more than enough acknowledgement that she was here, and that he didn't mind her company, but mostly, that she was welcome. As long as she could offer the type of soft, gentle squeeze that spoke volumes about how happy she was to see him after such a long shift, she was happy.

"It's like he's got some sort of sixth sense, or something", she replied, amusement in her eyes and in her voice, although she was grateful that he hadn't actively mentioned anything, just assisted in finding a valid reason for them to spend a little time together. "He's lucky to have you."

This time, when she hummed, there was a clearly interested (not to mention amused) tone that hadn't been there before. "I don't mind at all, Doctor. You're not keeping me from anything important."

Nothing was more important in the moment than this. Even if it meant utilizing the office for activities that didn't really count as 'official'. You found your moments when and where you could - Jyn could hardly complain about that.

"He has a sixth sense that acts like a magnet for life threatening situations." He groused at that, a furrow digging into his brow as he rolled his eyes. Jim may be one of the closest people to him in his life... but the man needed to quit trying to see if he could cheat death. Because where the blonde went, he followed and he had the night terrors and nightmares to go with it. Something he tried not to show Jyn when they were together, but he was sure she did notice when he couldn't sleep or woke with a start. All things he did more than he wanted to admit.

Hazel eyes met hers for a moment, the feigned irritation at Jim fading out of his face at her comment before he looked away. A soft almost flush crawled up his neck as he muttered something about 'not bein so sure about that'. Instead, he focused on opening the door to his office and letting her go in first. Sure, the old-fashioned mannerisms of the south were considered archaic, but he always showed a lady - especially her - what a gentleman was.

Once they both moved into the office, he let the door close and subtly set the lock just in case one of the nurses came in and wanted to talk to him. It might look a bit fishy with it locked, but better than them walking in on them.

Leaning back on the door, he drew his eyes back to her and lightly tapped the PADD in his hand. "I know you're probably tired of hearin' it... but I swear I'll never get tired of Lookin' at you." Or talking to her. Or just being in the same room with her. She gave him an air of calm he sorely missed after a marriage fraught with fighting and adultery on his ex-wife's part. It made it hard to take the risk, but he was glad he did.

It felt somewhat disrespectful to feel amusement over the sentiment, but during her time onboard, Jyn could say that she understood completely. The Captain was a good man, but stubbornly headstrong, as the entire crew had come to learn. They've all known loss, but she wasn't about to push for him to talk about it when insomnia reared it's ugly head, or the times it was clear that he was having nightmares. If he wanted to tell her, he would, and until then, she'd just quietly reiterate that she was there, and she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

She liked flustering him, if the way her small smile grew all the wider was any indication. There was something very inviting about that flush, even if it didn't quite reach his cheeks, but also the way he looked away, as if to hide it from her, as if he had to hide it from her. It only just urged Jyn on all the more.

But not until he's ushered her into the privacy of his office, and he's ensured that the door is locked, just in case, someone decided to walk in without being invited. He leaned against the door, and she leaned against the desk, and shook her head gently, totally disagreeing with the statement. "I'll never get tired of hearing it, you know that. I like knowing that I'm ... making you happy." Because the truth of the matter was that Jyn knew very little about what a successful relationship was supposed to be like. But she thought that for the moment, she and Leonard were doing pretty well.

Standing there a moment longer, he taps the PADD to his chest a few times, almost a nervous tick if you will. Anything to keep him from just jumping into movement and being anything but a gentleman. Still, he enjoyed that moment to stand back and just look at her. The slight smile on her face and the way her voice sounded as she said she wouldn't get tired of his silly romantic side that didn't know when to cool it.

He started to answer, but instead he crossed the room with purposeful strides until he was standing just in front of her. Leaning to the side, he carefully set the PADD on the desk as his opposite hand lightly moved to set upon her hip. Only when he straightened up once more and met her eyes, did he finally answer that sentiment. "Doesn't mean a thing if I don't make you happy in return, now does it?"

Lifting the hand now free of the PADD, he drew his fingertips softly along the line of her jaw. His fingers brushed her hair back sweetly before he dropped lower to touch their foreheads together. "You do know, when I say that, it's not just cause I find you breathtakingly beautiful, right?" A quirk of a smile pulled at his lips with that comment as his palm cradled her cheek. "When I say you're beautiful it's not just the stuff you can seen in a mirror. Goes deeper than that."

His thumb lightly pressed under her chin to tip her head just a little. Just enough for him to tip his head and press their lips softly together in a sweet butterfly like kiss. Nothing pressing, more requesting while showing her just how much he wanted her there.

As if Jyn would have any problem whatsoever should he take the opportunity to welcome her to his office properly. She'd enjoy it just as much as she enjoyed the way he stood back and simply ... took her in, almost like it was the first time he'd really seen her all over again. Funny how a glance was sometimes all it took to set her nerves aflame.

Funny that the way he touched her so carefully and thoughtfully had the exact same effect. Now it was her turn to flush, although that hardly kept her soft smile from shifting and widening just so. "Good thing you do make me happy, then, isn't it?"

Thankfully, he figured out something better to do with his hands, and she sighed quietly in the instant that gentle fingertips traced against her skin. Truthfully? She'd been thinking of this, or something like this, for most of the day. Jyn hummed as she rested her hand at the back of his neck, fingertips slow and deliberate to ruffle his hair. "I know", she answered, her breath hitching in her throat. "It's because I've got a beautiful heart, a pure soul."

Or, so she was beginning to believe, anyway. He certainly wasn't with her for purely superficial reasons, and she was glad for that. It felt so good, after all, to be appreciated for everything that she was, reminded that she was worth a whole hell of a lot more than she sometimes believed. And, like now, to be treated like she was something very special, to be kissed into the sort of breathlessness that would leave her knees weak and the rest of her wanting.

"Damn good thing." Cause he'd be at a total loss entirely if she didn't feel the same as he did. He'd already been through that sort of a relationship, to experience it again with someone that meant so much like her would drag him down. Luckily, he didn't have to think about that. All he had to focus on was the feeling of her skin under his fingertips and the taste of her lips on his own.

Moving his thumb to roll over her lower lip, the hand on her hip grazed upward to curl about her waist. "Sure as hell do, and I won't take any arguments on the matter." He punctuated her words with a deeper southern drawl and a soft grin on his face. Leaning down, he waited for his thumb to drift from her lips to her chin before he pressed their lips together again.

This time when he moved forward, he didn't shy away from the feeling of her form pressing against his. Rather, he delighted in the warmth of her body while he slowly deepened the kiss and licked into her mouth. The entire thing stayed sweet and reverent even as he pulled back and started to leave a soft line of kisses from the corner of her lips to her jaw. The next kiss was placed at the hollow of her throat before he paused to whisper against her skin. "If you don't stop me, I'm bound to get carried away."

It had been slow going, getting to this point in their relationship, something frustratingly so, but Jyn understood the caution, the wanting to be secure and certain after the sort of heartbreak that he'd gone through previously. They've made it here, and here was a very lovely place to be.

No matter how pleased she was to find herself in this situation, the recipient of soft touches, and being held close and secure, and oh, being kissed in a way that made her toes curl in her boots, she still managed to roll her eyes as fondly as possible, practically nuzzling against his questing fingertips. "You wouldn't let me win even if I tried - "

Whatever else Jyn might have had to add was lost in the moment that he kissed her, and happily so, giving her all the time and opportunity she needed to truly enjoy the way that they fit together, and despite the fact that they're not in as private a place as either would prefer, the thrill of being together was more than enough to warrant such worshipful treatment. She considered, fleetingly, sitting on the edge of his desk, but she's distracted by the kisses to overheated skin, the way she shivered in response to the way his lips brush against her throat, just being close was more than enough to knock her off-kilter and he knew it. "What if I want you to get carried away?"

Both of his hands moved to drift down her back, smoothing along the contours of her body till he stopped on her waist. Her words only served to make his breath catch as he moved in again and caught her lips in another deeper kiss. Slowly, he licked into her mouth, taking his time to memorize again each detail about her. It never got old, he felt like there was something new about it each time.

But when she made an offer like that? How could he refuse?

One hand slipped up the line of her back to catch that zipper at the back of her neck. Pulling it down slowly, he let the red fabric loosen until he could brush bare skin under the uniform as he pushed it out of the way. Breaking the kiss, he nipped at her lower lip and smiled just slightly. "Anyone gonna notice if you're gone too long, darlin'?"

Tugging the fabric down at the collar, he leaned in to kiss at the newly revealed skin. Finding a spot that would be hidden by the uniform, he bit softly before worrying at the skin, purposely drawing a mark to the surface while both hands trailed down to her hips. He really shouldn't. They both were supposedly on duty. But sometimes, when he got a chance like this with her alone, he honestly couldn't help it much.

She loved those hands. She loved those hands touching her, and the warmth of them, even though the fabric of her uniform, which was the only thing keeping her from the pleasure of skin-to-skin contact, which she loved most of all. And then he kissed her again, and Jyn practically purred as she eagerly tugged the good doctor all the closer still.

After all, with him, there was no such thing as too close.

She groaned, a soft, pleased little noise, barely able to keep from shivering too hard as down her zipper went and she was exposed to the not entirely too cool air of his office. Maybe it was mostly due to their proximity, and the promise of what was to come all too evident in his voice. "No, handsome. I've got a good hour before I'm scheduled to report anywhere. I am all yours until then."

And then, knowing all too well what it did to her, he kissed and nipped at her sensitive skin, and she unabashedly moaned her enjoyment. They shouldn't. Especially while on duty. But sometimes, maybe, a little bit of indulgence could only be a good thing.

Deft fingers curled into the fabric of Jyn's uniform shirt, pulling it up as his knuckles and fingertips alternated in gliding along bare flesh. And he took his time, letting himself leave a mark before he released her shoulder so he could gently pull the shirt off completely. Dropping it to the, he kept close, eyes on hers as he let his hands wander over bare skin.

Finally tracing along the lines of her bra, he caught the clasp and very slowly unfastened it. "Mm.. that so? Prefer to think you're all mine longer than that." He mixed those words with a teasing connotation and being completely serious as he drew the straps from her shoulders slowly. The doctor peeled away the material as he touched their foreheads together so he could watch as more of her skin was bared before him.

Both thumbs rolled over the nipples, pressing just so as he rounded the darker flesh and urged them to harden with his attention. "Tell me... tell me anything you want, darlin'..." He meant it. If she asked, he'd do it right now. Because all he wanted was to make her feel good.

And every brush of practiced, sure fingers only just pulled Jyn deeper into her own enjoyment. She sighed, and shivered, and only made the smallest of disappointed noises when everything comes to a momentary halt so that he can remove her shirt completely, leaving him unrestricted access to all of that freshly bared skin that is just begging to be explored.

She offered a breathy little chuckle, something fond and deep and undeniably pleased. The sentiment might be offered as a jest, but she knew better than that, and although she might answer in that same teasing tone, her words are firmly rooted in truth, too. "I am yours all the time, when we see each other and when we don't. Morning, noon, and night, and for however long you'll have me - "

If she had anything else to say, and she did, it was lost the moment that he turned his attention and his hands, warm and rough and strong as they were toward coaxing her body to respond to his ministrations. Honestly, though? It never took long for that to occur. "I wa - I want ... ", she moaned, struggling to keep her eyes open. "Your mouth drives me to distraction. Want to feel your kisses all over my body."

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that icon is highly distracting and unfair, i'll have you know

You should see some of his shirtless icons. ;)

Well, if you're offering ... :0D

;D Maybe I am.

We are not complaining

Good to know~

Hey, I'm easy - !