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( picture prompt meme )

the picture prompt meme

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[ooc: looking for shippy prompts (~~or sad & shippy it's a thing~~), please.]

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Five more minutes, and Jyn is going to bolt. At least, that's what she tells herself as she drums her fingers in front of her, nervous and excited, and a little scared all at once.

She doesn't even know why she's here, honestly, why she's lied to the only people who have ever cared for her, why she's jeopardizing everything she's gained in the short time that she's been involved with the Rebellion, and -

And Cassian. If he ever finds out what she's doing ...

She can't think about that now. She's here. She's intrigued. And let it never be said that Jyn Erso is either a coward or a quitter. All she has to do now is wait. Of course, she's never been the most patient person, either.

I'm here.

Edited (lost an entire sentence there. c'mon, self.) 2017-01-27 03:59 (UTC)

There was a measure of excitement in it for Orson Krennic, as well - not that he had ever foreseen things going in this direction. Really, it had been something of a pleasant surprise, one of those things he could not have planned for. But to have some part of the last and youngest Erso belong to him and him alone... well, the possibilities were thrilling.

That she could be used for Rebellion secrets had not escaped him, of course, but he also knew her loyal enough not to just give those up willingly. It was no matter. He could be a patient man, and even if tonight did no produce those kinds of results, well... it had been a while since he had distracted himself in this manner. Work was always there somewhere in his mind, all those balls he kept in the air carefully balanced... but perhaps just for tonight he could have this for himself. No meddling Tarkin to come in the way of this. She would be his only.

She stood on the balcony outside the room he had acquired for the evening, on a tall skyscraper of Coruscant. Untraceable, of course. He stepped out from a corner, his uniform glowing white in the darkness, coming up behind her.

"I trust you've come alone." His voice, low and deep in her ear.

Edited 2017-01-27 04:42 (UTC)

There was quite a difference between words on a screen and agreeing to meet far away from either of their respective responsibilities. That anyone trusted her enough to go out on her own in order to 'meet with a potential source' was a miracle in and of itself. That she even wanted to be here was a surprise that she never could have anticipated.

And she knew, logically, that it could be a trick, a trap, or an attempt to get sensitive information out of her, that she couldn't trust anything that he'd promised, but ... here she was, anyway, waiting, on edge, second-guessing her decision to meet, and what she knew was to come afterward. One thing was for certain, though, she wouldn't be easily swayed to share any of those secrets. And it would take a lot to make her talk.

There was no helping the surprised little breath that she took, nor the slight shiver that danced up and down the length of her spine when he's suddenly close, words breathed so close to her ear. "Who would I have told? I trust you've come alone."

Krennic had no wish to tempt her off to some secret location and simply shoot her. Though there had been a time he might have been forced to do just that, it wasn't personal then, no matter who her parents were. That was business. This was... well, maybe it was personal now. Certainly it was becoming more and more intimate.

He chuckled quietly, both pleased and amused at her reaction and her words.

"Believe me, if I had truly wanted to harm you I would not have gone to such great lengths to do so," he countered wryly, his lips and breath too close to her neck for a moment, her ear, breathing her in... before he abruptly stepped away, moving around to stand in front of her.

Krennic gazed at her thoughtfully, head tilted slightly to one side. "I wasn't sure you would come."

It was probably at least a little bit personal. Just as this was beginning to feel very personal, too, only in an entirely different way altogether. And it would be a lie to say that Jyn wasn't at least a little bit interested in finding out what all of those shared words would be like in person.

She sighed, and worked to gather her frazzled nerves together, and tried to ignore the way he kept close, and took her in so intently, which only just knocked her off-kilter all the further. That was a feeling that Jyn didn't enjoy, especially not in this situation.

"I wouldn't put it past you", she replied, straightening, standing as tall as she could manage. "I don't underestimate you or what you could do in the slightest."

She mirrored the movement, her lips pulling upward just slightly as she shrugged in response. "Neither was I."

He made her uncomfortable, that much was obvious, though not because she disliked - though there was no love lost between them. It was intriguing already. As he looked at her, returned a crooked sort of smile, he knew he did not regret coming here. Not after the messages they had shared, the ones she had returned even after realizing who she was communicating with.

"Smart of you," he quirked his brow lightly in reply, watching her with a sort of fascination in his eyes. "All those years you spent running away, only for you to come to me willingly... well." A slight shrug of one shoulder. "I shall endeavor not to disappoint you."

He gestured with one hand to the door that would open into the room. It was simple but tasteful - a table, some chairs, a door to the fresher, and a rather large bed. Fine, silken sheets. But it was the table he would direct her to first. A bottle of wine was there, along with two glasses.

"After you." Krennic was right behind her, a hand just barely touching the small of her back, guiding her in. "Would you care for some wine? A very fine vintage, I believe."

Surely, that much was understandable, given the history between her family and Krennic - the actions that she remembered as clear as day, which went a long way toward the sense of unease she felt the longer she stayed. And yet, she did stay, despite all of that, and she had to wonder why her sense of preservation had allowed her even a moment's opportunity to believe that any of this was a good idea.

A smart person would've shut down the lines of communication the instant they realized something was amiss. Jyn would like to consider herself a smart person, and yet ...

"I haven't yet decided if I've just made the biggest mistake of my life", she answered, her tone nonchalant even though the truth behind the words was very real. If she flushed at the thought of being thoroughly not disappointed, she didn't bring attention to it. "I suppose I should say the same."

She nodded gently, and although she was more than happy out on the balcony, perhaps it was about time to head inside - even as she did, she took the room in as completely as possible, just in case. Not that she had any reason to believe, yet, that she'd have to make a hasty retreat.

Just in case.

Her borrowed dress is thin, and backless, and absolutely not the sort of thing Jyn ever saw herself wearing, and even the gentlest of touches doesn't go ignored. If her breath caught, even ever so slightly, she didn't bring attention to it, either, although when she answered the query, it was with a voice slightly higher than usual. "Please."

It might help to settle these ever-fraying nerves.

Krennic had a touch of paranoia that he could not totally rid himself of. Out there on the balcony, in the open, there was still the chance of being seen. They both had enemies, and he did not want to tempt fate. That and he did not fully trust the young woman he had invited to that location, even though he had set this up for her. Just as he was certain she did not fully trust him, either. It made things interesting, to be sure.

"Come now, Jyn - one would hope you wouldn't consider this the biggest mistake of your life," he insisted, flashing her a smile that spoke of wounded pride. Mockingly, of course.

Once they were inside, he couldn't help but be secretly pleased already at the little effect his presence was having on her. He kept it to himself, however, instead leaving her side to pour them each a generous amount of wine. Offering her a glass, he raised his brow.

"To temporary truces," he countered wryly, quietly amused, as he raised his glass slightly in a little toast. The glint in his eyes was darker then with his next words, knowing, the innuendo clear as he stepped a bit closer, "And to seeing what distractions this evening might offer us."

Understandable, really. He was a high priority target for members of the Rebellion, looking to score a critical hit against the Empire. Not to mention that word's gotten around that there's no love lost between he and Tarkin. People talk, and plenty of ears were around to listen. And Jyn was, for better or worse, little more than a fugitive on the run. The two of them made quite a pair.

Despite herself, Jyn couldn't help but to breathe a softly amused little noise that she didn't bother attempting to mask as a cough. She'd made a great many mistakes in her life thus far, that was true, and this meeting did rate pretty high, but it was yet to be determined if it really was the worst. "We'll see", she replied, the hint of a challenge in her tone.

She'd like to think that she was able to pull herself together more thoroughly as she settled and waited the wine. And, to prove that she wasn't all gloom and doom about this whole endeavor, once it was handed to her, she refrained from examining it closely to ensure that she wasn't going to wake up hours from now, drugged into unconsciousness.

Instead, she mirrored the gesture, mentally cursing the way color flooded into her cheeks, not only because of the innuendo, but also because of the way he kept getting closer, taking and keeping her off-balance. "May they prove ... enjoyable."

Edited 2017-01-29 07:30 (UTC)

Krennic likes having this effect on people - having a kind of power over them, intimidating them. It was part of the reason why he preferred his uniform to the usual Imperial grey. There was a magnificent aspect to it, to the cape, that made him stand out - made him feel important. Of course, it was only natural for her to feel a bit uncomfortable, what with their complicated history, after all. Not to mention the fact they were natural enemies who stood for different things - well, even if Jyn wasn't truly a Rebel yet, she was more that than an Imperial.

But, for the moment anyway, he did not have cruel thoughts toward her, did not think her a distraction to be swept out of the way. She was far too intriguing, too amusing and yes, dare he think it - attractive to want that. Her words make his smile widen a bit and he nods in approval to her toast. He takes a drink of his wine first, then, proving that it is, in fact, not poison. Not a bad way to kill off an enemy, of course, but that was not the point of this evening.

"Are you curious, Jyn?" he asked thoughtfully, gazing at her too closely. "Curious about the messages we exchanged? Do you wonder if I was being absolutely serious?" As he spoke, he reached out his free hand to lightly trail his fingertips down her arm, around her elbow.

To be perfectly honest, Jyn had never forgotten the morning on Lah'mu when her world had come crashing down around her. She'd certainly never forgotten the man in white - who'd taken both her mother and her father away from her, and while she used to hate him with everything she had (~~probably still did, deep down~~), she was still here, still wondering about those words, more than a little on edge to discover, firsthand, those words they'd shared.

(Cassian would kill her, if he ever found out what she was doing, who she was with, the fact that she'd willingly submitted herself to Krennic. He would shoot her directly through the heart, and he would not hesitate.)

But for the moment, Jyn could not allow herself time to think of such things. Then she'd begin second-guessing her decision to see this through, to satisfy once and for all too many instances focused on 'what ifs', to get it out of her system so that she could return to the life that she'd begun to eke out for herself elsewhere.

That was all this was. That was all it could ever be.

She eyed him carefully as he smiled (not nearly as predatory as she was expecting) and drank first, slowly following in his stead, pleasantly surprised to find that she did, actually enjoy the wine - the sort of treat that she rarely ever experienced, the sort of treat that never really had a place in the life that she'd led thus far.

Jyn swallowed hard, not exactly surprised by the question, but definitely taken completely out of her comfort zone with the way he took her in so blatantly, the way he invited himself to touch her, and the way that she couldn't quite help the tiny, surprised sigh to escape her lips. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't", she managed, taking a moment for a breath. "I think about it often - the things that you said."

Edited 2017-01-30 06:41 (UTC)

It really was rather delicious, the way he affected her. She was unused to this, to him, being this close, but she did not yet show any hint of wanting to run. It was probably there, not far in the back of her mind, the thought that this was a terrible idea. Krennic didn't want to spook her, to have her curiosity give way to her wariness, causing her to leave him and everything he offered far behind. So instead he wanted to let her see that she could trust him and that he wanted her to stay.

"Do you, now?" His voice was lower, and if he wasn't in her comfort zone before he was definitely in it now. He was close, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off her little body. Letting his fingers trail back up her arm, he also allowed his gaze to travel up her body, slowly, appreciating the way the dress showed off her figure, her curves. But with his free hand he simply pushed a bit of her stray hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek.

"So do I." The corners of his lips quirked upward. "Often."

His hand on her cheek was gentle but firm, not rough or forceful. Jyn could pull away from him if he wanted - he had hardly done anything yet. Better to ease her into this, to prove she would enjoy this.

"And now that I have you here... what should I do with you?" His voice was almost playful. "Would you really give up some of that control to me?"

If Jyn was a smarter woman, perhaps she'd run. Perhaps if she were a smarter woman, she never would have come at all. But then, she's always been impulsive; she's always barreled into most situations without thinking them through until she was in the middle of the clusterfuck. Why should this be any different?

She was wary. She was cautious. But as of yet, she was not afraid. Honestly, she wasn't sure how to feel as the surprisingly gentle touches leave every nerve ending in her body singing and craving more. She can't deny that the way that he takes her in isn't ... exciting. There is definitely no way to obscure the flush that colored her cheeks pink.

On the contrary, she did not pull away from the bold touch, she found herself leaning into it, and mentally cursing herself for doing so. But as affection-starved as she was, she just couldn't help herself for wanting more.

Besides that, the thought that he'd been thinking about what she'd said as often as she'd thought about his words was ... to put it lightly ... intriguing.

"I'm here - ", she started, swallowing hard, "Because I want to put myself at your mercy. Just this once."

Krennic knew better than to underestimate this young woman. After all, he could feel the strength in her arms and see it in her small frame. She was capable of more than she might have seemed to anyone else who saw her feminine frame in that alluring dress. In some way, it just made things more exciting. And she was a worthy opponent, really, someone who could bring so much more to the table than just a totally submissive, boring partner.

Sure, they technically didn't like each other very much, but he had a certain respect and appreciation for her. That she was beautiful was a given, of course, something he could appreciate it anything really, but it was more than that. And the way her cheeks flushed was rather charming.

He couldn't help the pleased little sigh that escaped his lips when she said that. At your mercy. For his part, he stroked her cheek a little, even chuckled softly. "Relax, darling," he drawled in quiet amusement, an unusually sweet term of endearment coming from him. "I'm not all bad."

With that he removed his hand from her cheek only so he could take her wine glass from her hand, then set them aside on the table. Then he was right back with her, his bright blue eyes taking her in - considering her. Considering how to begin this.

"Kiss me," he decided simply. It was like a challenge, almost - not really just a request. After all, he wasn't going to do all the work tonight.

Over the years, plenty of people had underestimated Jyn and what she was capable of. Some of them have lived to tell the tale. Some hadn't been quite so lucky. And although she was as far out of her element as she could possibly be, that didn't make her any less prepared to take care of herself, should the need arise.

Not that she felt that she was in very much danger at the moment. Things could, she knew all too well, change in an instant. No, they didn't like each other very much, and had good reasons to feel that way, but maybe ... those feelings could be put aside, just for a little while.

It would be a bold-faced lie to say that she wasn't attracted to the way Krennic responded to her, the way that he touched her, and looked at her, his appreciation clear in his expression. And when he called her darling, there was no helping the way that her breath caught in her throat. It took a moment to respond, but eventually she managed a soft, breathy - "We'll see."

It would be a bold-faced lie to say that she wasn't the least bit attracted to him, too, and those eyes, and whatever hints of smiles that he's offered thus far, and the feel of his hand caressing her cheek. And the words they'd shared - she was attracted to those, too. All she's been thinking about is those words and seeing them into fruition.

And there they were.

Kiss me, he said, and kiss him, she would. Jyn Erso does not back down from a challenge. She needed just the fraction of a moment to calm her nerves, and then she was standing on the tips of her toes in her thoroughly uncomfortable shoes to do just that. At first, it was tentative, but one she slid an arm around his neck to give her some leverage, she found herself unconsciously angling to deepen it, to enjoy the taste of wine on his lips, to hopefully coax some pleased noise from him to prove that she's following directions perfectly.

Jyn didn't follow directions very well normally. But in this case, oh, how she wanted to.

If Krennic had brought a blaster along, it wasn't currently visible on his person. Of course, he'd had access to the room before bringing Jyn inside. He was a man who liked to plan out every detail, every possible scenario, just in case. Because as intriguing as the situation was becoming, he still liked being alive and whole better than anything else. But there was no immediate danger, obviously, not when they had set aside their... 'differences' to take something else entirely from each other.

And it certainly would have been a lie to say he wasn't enjoying his affect on her. He was immensely pleased when she took that leap and obeyed his first, simple command. Though she was hesitant at first, it quickly became apparent she knew what she was doing. Likely she'd had practice with Captain Andor, and whatever boys had come before - she was so much younger than him, but not just the child he had once envisioned her to be, back when she had only been a nuisance to him. He wasn't jealous to think of her with anyone before, certainly not the Rebel spy. Quite the contrary - it gave him a thrill to know he would have his turn now, his turn to make her forget all about the boy for a while.

Krennic could only remain passive for so long. When she tried to deepen the kiss he let her, indeed making a pleased sort of low noise in his throat. He explored her mouth with his own tongue, sucked on hers briefly when he could, showed her how sweet he could be. He put an arm around her shoulders, holding her against his chest, keeping her there for a moment. His other hand traveled down her bare back, low, skin on skin, as the kiss grew a little more heated. He sucked her lower lip in between his teeth, gently... before he stepped away abruptly, from both the kiss and from touching her.

Despite his cool, it was obvious by the flush of his cheeks that the kiss had affected him. But tonight wasn't about a passionate kiss and brief tumble in bed. That wasn't what he had promised her. Clearing his throat a little, his expression fairly controlled now, he nodded toward her. "Take off your dress." He raised his brow pointedly. "Slowly." His voice, however, was a bit rougher than before, not quite the smooth drawl.

Edited 2017-02-02 17:30 (UTC)

Nor did Jyn expect there to be such a visible threat. But just because it wasn't visible didn't mean that it wasn't there, tucked away somewhere in the beautiful but not too opulent bedroom, and she expected nothing less. After all, she did have a vibroknife strapped to her inner thigh. Better safe than sorry.

What was the point if they both weren't finding a sense of enjoyment in each other? A kiss was easy enough - that wasn't giving up anything of herself that she hadn't shared before - with Cassian, yes, with a few others before, not quite as memorable or meaningful. This didn't feel like anything she'd experienced before, and truthfully? Jyn didn't quite know what to make of that fact.

(She could not allow herself to think of anything else - anyone else - while she was here.)

Jyn sighed hotly when he allowed her to deepen the kiss, the noise he made against her lips more than enough to make her shiver in response. Truth be told, she'd never been kissed quite so thoroughly before. He urged her closer, and she did not hesitate to follow. And although her body did stiffen slightly as his fingers slid along her spine, down and down and down, there was no helping the keening little moan that she uttered against his lips, and then -

Well. And then, she found herself bereft of kisses and touches alike, and Jyn couldn't help but feel at least a little disappointed that it's ended far too soon for her liking. But it was extremely satisfying to see that he'd lost some of his composure, and all because of her. "Yes", she answered, her own voice a bit deeper than before. "Of course."

Slowly, he'd directed, and although Jyn Erso has never been a paragon of patience, she could follow the command. There was a zipper down the side of the thin, silky fabric, and although she'd love nothing more than to rip it down and remove the damn thing altogether, she pulled it down frustratingly slowly, exposing the skin beneath a little at a time. Once it was open, she could work on removing her arms from the long, draping sleeves. And once she was free of those, she could concentrate on removing it fully, wiggling it off of her hips until it was nothing more than a pile surrounding her feet.

And there she stood, mostly bare, and very vulnerable, although that knife was still there, strapped securely to her inner thigh.

Edited 2017-02-03 02:59 (UTC)

He'd had his fair share of lovers in his time, naturally, but there was something... different about this. About her. It was more than just about the taboo of their obvious age difference. That she was the daughter of one of his oldest friends was certainly something else entirely, however. Doubtful that Galen would approve, and certainly Lyra would be outraged - horrified, even. The very thought made him grin a little to himself, smugly. What would they think to know their daughter was so easily susceptible to his 'charms,' the ways he had made her moan already, and all the sounds he yet planned on bringing out of her? There was also another thing that made this different, certainly thrilling - the proof of which was clearly strapped to her leg.

He saw this when he 'inspected' her. For when Jyn stood before him, after that wiggle of her hips that was almost amusing save for the fact there was something enticing about it too... she stood there, nearly completely bare to him. But he did not take her into his arms, he did not immediately touch her or press his lips to every inch of uncovered skin. It was probably telling that his gaze zeroed in on the no longer concealed weapon, lingering there a moment instead of on her breasts. Her breasts were lovely, of course - pert handfuls just begging to be touched. And he wanted to touch them, wanted to see what sighs and gasps he could coax out of her... but first, he circled her slowly, his gaze taking in every inch of her - never touching, not yet. She wasn't disappointing. A wry sort of smile quirked the corners of his lips up and he paused behind her, stepping in close.

There he was, still fully dressed in his pristine white uniform and cape, while she stood there wearing so little. There was something arousing about that, something that made him feel powerful. Then again, she had agreed to giving over control to him, if only for that night. Krennic was planning on taking advantage of that. But first -

"I'm curious, Jyn," he began, the lilt of his low voice almost like a whisper, deadly and playful at the same time, "were you going to slit my throat before, or after I fucked you?" He gave a breathy chuckle, as if finding his crassness amusing. His breath was surely warm on the back of her neck, her ear. His lips were close enough to kiss her, teeth close enough to bite into her skin but.. he didn't. Not yet, anyway. "It would be a shame for you to miss out on all that fun. Better after, don't you think?" Honestly, he didn't blame her for wearing the blade. He probably would have been disappointed if she hadn't brought something along for protection. She was a clever girl, after all.

He walked back around to face her, giving a careless shrug. "Well. Doesn't really matter now either way." Krennic nodded to the weapon hidden around her thigh. "Remove it and lay it on the table." He gave her a too sweet, mockingly saccharine smile. "Please." And to put her at ease, he held his arms out at his side. "Unlike you, I have no weapon on me. You can search me if you'd like... or you could just trust me, and let me get on with showing you how very generous I can be."

Edited 2017-02-03 21:10 (UTC)

That shouldn't be much of a surprise, given their age difference, but the truth of the matter was that in everything Jyn knew about Krennic, the main point of information was that he was thoroughly dedicated to his work, and not likely to fall victim to ... this sort of distraction often, if at all. She didn't want to even think about what her parents would think - how disappointed they'd be - if they knew that she was here, what she was planning on doing, how she already found herself reacting to his touches and his kisses and the thought of what was going to happen next.

She knew that he'd see the little knife in its little sheath, and yet, she didn't hesitate in undressing, just as she'd been told. Certainly, he hadn't thought that she'd come completely unarmed? She was young, but she wasn't stupid. And for as much as she wanted desperately to cross her arms in front of her, to hide from his close scrutiny, she managed to keep from doing just that ... barely. Still, without the silk of the dress to obscure it, it was easy to tell that her flush extended halfway down her chest, her skin a mottled mixture of pale and red, and on the verge of growing deeper the longer he took his time in ... taking her in.

How she burned to be touched, again, to be kissed, and he was close, but not close enough. Jyn wouldn't give Krennic the pleasure of hearing her ask for it - and she certainly wasn't about to beg. She was no paragon of patience, but for this, she'd wait.

And then - oh, and then, right at her ear, he asks that, and she can't hide the way that a shudder wracks her from head to foot. Something about his voice only just made her ache all the more. "The thought had crossed my mind", she gasped, struggling to catch her breath. "But you're too valuable a target for us - you know too much for me to just ... act without thinking. Besides, you've promised me an unforgettable time, and I intend to enjoy every moment of it."

She knew that order was coming. And before he'd even finished giving it, deft fingers were undoing the thin holster - she only paused in order to glance at him and raise an eyebrow slowly. "If you were going to hurt me, you would have done it already. I trust you."

It was entirely arousing, the effect he was having on her. Since that kiss, that brief embrace, he hadn't even touched her yet, but the way that shudder wracked her little body... it was actually an effort not to take her right then and there. It was all having an effect on him to be sure, and she hadn't even touched him yet. A younger man probably would have, but Krennic had more patience than that. He wanted to savor this, wanted to savor her. It couldn't last forever, of course, not once they started but it could be a drawn-out venture that could prove exhausting for them both in the best possible way. To have her gasping for breath when he was bringing her close to that edge over and over again, to the precipice of pleasure. To when he let her come.

He smirked a bit, amused, but he really didn't want to talk about business here. If they talked too long about their separate loyalties to warring factions, then they might feel obligated to do something less pleasurable and far more violent. And as he watched her take the holster off her thigh, enjoying the view of her breasts... well. He thought that would be a real shame. Fortunately, Jyn seemed to think much the same.

"Good girl," he murmured, but not in a mocking or patronizing way. So far, she had been following his orders beautifully. Doubtful that she trusted him completely, but the way she said it, the way she looked up at him made him look forward to rewarding her all the same. But first, he reached up to unclasp his cape, the movement swirling it around his broad shoulders a little before he laid it over one of the chairs. Still, he didn't take off the rest of his uniform just yet. Eventually it would become rather uncomfortable for him but for now, this was about her. And again, there was something about being the one still fully clothed, about this power, this control over her.

"Now," he began conversationally, casual as if they were simply discussing dinner, "on the bed. Lie back." Trusting she would continue to follow his commands, he waited a moment after she was on the bed to join her. He moved her legs open so he could kneel between them, but then he began touching her again - deliberately avoiding the place she would soon want to be touched the most. He started at her inner thigh and ran his hand down her leg - slowly, gently, down over her knee, over the stockings. "You are a fine woman, Jyn," he complimented her as he moved back a little to slip off her shoes. His gaze flicked back up to hers, a wicked smile lighting his knowing expression. "Your parents must be very proud."

She would hardly know, save for the way that he'd breathed so raggedly once they parted, the high flush on his cheeks, and it would be as false as false could be for Jyn to deny that the sight and the sound didn't have an effect on her either - that she didn't want to be able to do it again, to touch and tease and drown in the sort of pleasure that she's been promised. There was something in the way that he watched her, something dangerous and predatory and primal, and it caused a pool of desire to begin building low in her belly. Yes. She was certain that he'd live up to his word and deliver exactly what he promised.

Just this once.

This was pleasure, not business, and the last thing that Jyn wanted was to focus on undesirable thoughts. That would only just serve to ruin the mood, and what a shame that would be. So, the easiest thing to do was to acquiesce, remove the blade, and prove that she was no threat. (She still was, though, she knew how to take care of herself physically should the need arise.)

Holster and knife sitting on the table along with the discarded wine, Jyn stood back up, once more resisting the urge to try to cover herself. As bare and vulnerable as she was, she knew that he was enjoying both his perusal of her, and how uncomfortable she felt the longer she had to undergo it. At least he gave her a bit of a show when he removed his cape - and just the cape, to her utter dismay - and she had to admit, however grudgingly, that he cut quite a sight in that white uniform.

Good girl, he said, and she almost lost control of herself right then and there. A hint of what she'd been wanting to hear - needing to hear, and for a moment, all she can hear is her heart pounding in her ears.

She swallowed hard, and shook her head, and caught the tail end of Krennic's next directive. And, once more, she easily complied, biting her lip as she waited for him to join her. Thankfully, he did not make her wait too long. But he certainly did take his time in arranging her to his pleasure, and setting her legs just so, and although every touch brought her closer to her eventual undoing, he still did not touch her where she wanted him to the most. And that should make her feel disgusted with herself, shouldn't it, wanting Krennic of all people to explore her most sensitive areas? A better man was waiting for her back on Yavin, she shouldn't be allowing this to happen, she should go home, to where she belonged and where she was wanted and needed ... and yet ... his palm sliding along her thigh, and she already quivered, helpless to call an end to it just yet.

Even through her heavy arousal, her eyes still shot open and fixed him with a highly displeased glare. "This isn't about them. Don't do that."

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Would it surprise her to know he was already hard within his slacks, beneath the tunic, and all for wanting her? He was only human, of course, and a man at that, but... perhaps it had been too long since he had enjoyed the more primal urges of life. There was something about the way she looked at him like, glaring, insolent and defiant. He liked that fire she had within her, liked that there was an unpredictability to her, even though she was not to disobey him. Krennic didn't want just a willing, completely pliant body - easy enough for someone like him to acquire a prostitute if he so desired. He didn't want that - he wanted her.

Still, the amusement was clear on his expression as he looked back at her. "It was intended as a compliment." But he didn't sound very sorry. That didn't stop him from moving up her body and looming over her for a moment. There was a darkness to his ice-blue gaze as he looked down at her, knowing that tonight she was his and his alone to do with what he wished. For a moment, the possibilities were endless, overwhelming. Shame that he knew they would only be able to get to so many. Patient man though he had shown to be so far... he wanted her, wanted to feel how wet and slick and tight she was. Would she cry out his name when he was pounding inside of her? The very thought made a muscle in his jaw clench briefly.

But... no, not yet. He wanted her to beg first. He wanted her to want him that much, to need him inside of her. So, instead, he fixed his gaze on her breasts, the way they heaved so enticingly. "I appreciate beauty where I see it," he continued his earlier thought, though his voice was low, rough - betraying him. Balancing himself over her on one arm, the other hand ran down along her breast, cupping it, appreciating it, taking a nipple between two fingers and just suddenly... pinching, lightly. Perhaps a bit abruptly. Testing. That was only the beginning of his exploration, mind. He wanted to see how she would react to being touched there. He bent his head down and simply mouthed along the swell of her breasts first... before moving to her nipple. Krennic sucked on it at first, his hand holding her breast in his mouth with a bit less gentleness this time... before he introduced his teeth. Just a hint of them, really, briefly, but enough. He did the same with her other breast, paying them both ample attention. Afterward, he inwardly delighted in how they flushed and looked so pink.

All the while he still wore his uniform, and the material was probably a bit rough on her skin when he moved against her. Draped over her as he was, she might be able to feel his hardness, his obvious desire for her. He was a highly disciplined man, but there was no stopping that. And, again... it was also a compliment to her. Oh the uniform would come off soon - much as he liked it, much as he liked how people saw him in it, the obvious way he stood out and cut such a powerful figure... it would be necessary. Until then, he moved away from her breasts after a time, scraping his teeth along her collarbone, pressing a kiss to the hollow of her neck. Not stopping there as he took her earlobe in his mouth, briefly. "Did you like that?" His voice, deep and commanding in her ear, hardly gave her the option of not answering. She would feel the reminder of teeth on her earlobe if she didn't answer him right away. For a moment his body covered hers, hot and heavy. "Maybe I should just have you press your lovely breasts together for me and fuck them instead. The thought of making such a mess all over your chest is a tempting one." He huffed a low laugh, lifting his head a little to gaze down at her. Some of his silvery hair had fallen out of place and out onto his forehead but he hardly minded. "No, that's not what you really want, is it? Tell me, Jyn. Tell me what you want."

It would not. But it would delight her to no end to find out firsthand the effect that she's having on him. He can see, feel, and experience exactly what he's doing to her, after all, it would only be fair. Even though she glared at him, she still obeyed the command to lie back, keep still. She could be compliant to his demands without losing herself in the process, and it's clear in her tone that she means exactly what she's said.

Of course he was amused, Jyn didn't expect anything less. The more she fought and denied her attraction, her particular cravings, the more pleased he'd be. But if she had anything more to say, the words died on the tip of her tongue in the moment that he shifted positions and hovered over the top of her, and watched her with that look in his eyes. Instead, her breath caught in her throat as she wondered just what he'd have in store for her first. They had the whole night, after all. (Not that one night would give them ample opportunity to delve into everything they'd hinted at via text, but it would have to be enough.)

Jyn wanted, and she wanted so powerfully that she felt ashamed for wanting so much, and from Krennic, of all people. And then, before she knew it, he was touching her again, and she was helpless to resist from arching into his hand, gasping out sharply when the surprisingly tender touches suddenly turned pointed, shocking her into muttering a husky "Oh, fuck". Jyn barely had any time at all to catch her breath before his mouth was upon her, and she couldn't hold her long, loud, pleased moan at bay even if she tried. The addition of teeth only had her shuddering in response, wishing for some sense of relief for the ever-growing ache between her thighs. He'd make her wait for that, she knew, and she groaned, barely refraining from screwing her eyes shut and pressing her head into the lush pillows, wanting nothing more than to watch every second of his teasing.

It was frustrating, not being skin to skin, but then, that was part of the fun, wasn't it? Torturing her mercilessly, until he was satisfied that she was practically drowning in her desire? But it was hard to voice her thoughts on the matter when he was so thoroughly rendering her all the more breathless with each kiss, and nibble, and suckle of sensitive skin. "Yes", she gasped, struggling to keep some of her ever dwindling composure. It didn't help when he sounded like that, as though it was getting harder and harder to control himself as well, the way he laughed, the hair in his face. Another time, another place, another partner, she'd reach up to brush it away, and she'd do it fondly, but as of yet, she hadn't been given permission to touch. Still, it made the sight so much better, the way he was slowly coming undone, for her, because of her. "I think", she started, taking a stuttering breath. "You'll find a way to claim me no matter what you do. But I want - I w - want ... I want you to fuck me hard, I want to feel it for days afterward, I want to come until I can't come anymore and I want to scream and I want - o - oh, I want ... you."

Oh, fuck.

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jyn erso || rogue one

you get all the options

so wrong it's right

sorry not sorry...?

yess me too

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arrives late with starbucks?

there is no such thing as 'late', i do not know what this means

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why can i never go to bed at normal human being hours idk

pfft sleep is for the weak

apparently, since i never get any now and i'm still kickin'

/fans self

literally hdu i feel PERSONALLY ATTACKED right now i need an ice bath

IT'S A GIFT

LIKE CHRISTMAS AND MY BIRTHDAY ALL ROLLED INTO ONE

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