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the bed-sharing meme

It's a pretty simple premise. You're not exactly alone in your bed anymore. What do you do?

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2. Have fun!

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It's the second time they've done this. The second time he's woken up in a bed that isn't his with a warm body beside him. Their first time he had not lingered long, neither had she. He supposes this should be more familiar to him now, but it's still such a foreign feeling. Years of disciplining himself to a military schedule and routine means he wakes up first, but he's aware Jyn is likely not to be far behind. Still, it gives him a moment to look down at her where she is lying against his arm there in the dim lighting. A sliver of sunlight had made its way through the curtains, coincidentally lighting part of her face. She looks so young, so vulnerable and too trusting... he almost feels something akin to shame, or even guilt. He sees something of Lyra and Galen in her, and it's more the latter that twists his stomach uncomfortably.

But that doesn't stop him from reaching out with his free hand to push back some of the dark hair that has fallen across her forehead, her cheek. His own hair is a mess he'll have to deal with before he leaves, but not yet. For now, he's caught in a state of wonderment as he looks down at her, wondering what they were doing, knowing he was becoming too distracted with her... but still not leaving and not putting an end to this.

Edited 2017-02-10 03:52 (UTC)

It's the second time they've done this, despite the fact that the first time was also supposed to be the last. And while Jyn has become used to sharing a bed, waking up with Krennic is disconcerting in the way that he doesn't feel like Cassian. They're around the same height, but Cassian's slimmer, less broad, and holds onto her tightly, like he's afraid that if he lets go, she'll disappear. The first time she'd woken up in a bed that was not hers, she'd kept her distance, almost afraid to find what the morning would bring - which was unbearable awkwardness, and hurried escapes. This was ... different.

She'd been woken by the sunlight in her eyes, and even if she hasn't moved, or made any other effort to appear alert, her breathing has changed. If he's noticed, he hasn't said a thing. Maybe that was best, attempting to enjoy the quiet for a little bit longer before it was necessary to dress, and say goodbye (or until next time, because, deep down, she knows there's going to be a next time, and a time after that, and so on and so forth. She craves this, no matter how shameful she feels afterwards.)

The touch is surprisingly tender, and Jyn's breath catches in her throat, betraying the ruse that she was still sleeping soundly. Still, she doesn't open her eyes, even as she tentatively nuzzles just a bit closer. She's adamantly not thinking about the reasons why, other than the fact that he is warm, and being close feels good. She's gone around and around with herself enough times, and still hasn't come up with a satisfactory answer as to why she's agreed to another go-round, why she's ... playing with fire. It's best not to think about it, lest the moment sour.

"You're staring", she murmurs, her voice sleep-heavy and hoarse, wrecked from all the noises he'd been able to pull from her the night before. "I must be a terrible mess."

Of course he noticed when her breathing changed. He should have stopped the movement of his hand then, of course, when he saw her stir and yet... he did not. But then it would make sense if she was just a little starved for affection, having gone without it for so long in her life. That was why she might have moved in closer. Krennic told himself that on his side, that's all this was - a guarantee that she would keep coming back to him. The gentle touch of her lover in the early hours of the morning after a night of rough, heated passions. A reward, perhaps. That's all it was.

Then she speaks, and he can't help but snort, quietly dry. "You're naked," he murmurs back pointedly, patiently, as if staring at her was the obvious thing to do. However, he doesn't point out that she is partially covered by the silky sheets... nor the fact his gaze has been focused on her face, her expression. As far as her terrible, bed-ridden looks went, he disagrees but clucks his tongue in mock-disapproval, "Yes, most disgraceful."

But that didn't mean he pulls back the arm she had taken prisoner sometime in the night, the one that is draped loosely around her shoulders and attached to the side she had nuzzled into. The one that is attached to the hand that is stroking her bare shoulder idly. Neither does he stop staring at her, those blue eyes thoughtful but intent - though perhaps they did not have quite the same intensity with which they had seared into her just last night.

Edited 2017-02-11 00:38 (UTC)

He should have ... but he didn't. Was it any wonder, then, that Jyn saw that as an invitation, of sorts, to move a little closer? It was purely to ... push the boundaries that they haven't drawn. That's what she reassures herself, anyway, as she stretches first, and then curls up all the closer, still. That's all it was. It can't be anything else.

Even though she doesn't force her eyes open yet, her eyebrows do lift just so, just as her lips curl into a softly amused little smile. "I am. I'm almost certain that's how you like me best". Well, naked, and pleading, but it was still early, and she doesn't know if there will be time for one more go-round before it was time to depart. "I'm sorry if I'm offending your delicate sensibilities".

Truth be told, she is surprised to note that he's still holding her, still touching her - caressing her, still close. And she doesn't mention a thing about it, not wanting it to come to an end far too soon for her liking. She hums softly, slowly coming into full consciousness a little at a time.

Edited 2017-02-11 03:23 (UTC)

She's so trusting of him, curling into him so instinctively, and it intrigues him - fascinates him. If this was all a game to him, probably it should please him, because it means she's under his thumb. She could be used against her Rebellion, or if not them, against her father - to keep him in line in his service to the Empire. It's what he would tell anyone if they were caught. It's more likely the Empire would find them before the Rebellion anyway, or so he thinks.

But instead he smirks a little at her words, just a curl upward of his lips. Tilting his head slightly to one side as he peers down at her, even if she cannot see him, he decides lightly, "I do not see anything that should be covered up." It's not that he wants her any less, but in the early morning hours... he doesn't feel the need to 'attack' her, have her beg and plead so prettily for him. It is tempting to take her a different way, to slide inside of her slowly, gently, and take her in a way that is more languid, deep-thrusting and sleepy, almost. Less claiming and more... lovemaking.

It's absolutely absurd, of course.

He scoffs quietly at her words, as if offended, then reaches over with one hand to gently caress the side of her breast, cupping the swell - making a point, too. His low voice was overly sarcastic. "Oh, such delicate sensibilities. Really, this is all your fault, you little minx."

Edited 2017-02-11 04:49 (UTC)

As of yet, he hasn't made an attempt to hurt her in an untoward way - or out of the realm of pain that she's asked for, in any case. So it has been surprisingly easy to let her guard down in her sleep just enough to find a way to get close. Of course, all of this could be a ruse in order to trap her and use her against people she calls friends and colleagues, but Jyn had little reason to believe that was the case. Getting caught was always a possibility, and she knows it, but she'll just have to cross that bridge when she comes to it - she's got no backup plan for it, and that was a stupid mistake on her part.

There are better things to concentrate on, such as taking the initiative to burrow all the closer still, more than happy with the warmth that she is stealing from him ... especially when he says that, and she's certain that that means the removal of whatever little bit of sheet that she's got covering her. Not that she much minds if that leads into something guaranteed to keep them both warm.

And if that meant slow and sleepy and so different than their usual goings-on, well, she might not be displeased with that at all. It is ridiculous, the thought of making love after everything else they've done, things that would make others blush, but it would be ... a surprising change in routines.

Jyn's soft chuckle shifts and fades, comes back as a tiny moan, breathing out harshly as her body, no matter how tired, responds immediately, nipples tightening well before he even gets his hands (or his mouth) on them. "I was sleeping! I hardly see how any of this is my fault ... "

He cannot help but smirk a little, smugly, at the way she reacts to such a little touch. Though keeping his caress gentle still, he moves his large hand up over her breast, squeezing lightly, his palm grazing over her hardening nipples. "Your nudity is terribly distracting," he responded almost conversationally, off-handedly, though his own voice was still deep with sleep. Probably they should both be dressing so they can go their separate ways. There are people on either side who will wonder where they are, eventually, who will question their motives for not appearing to begin their work. He was in charge of projects and men, after all, and Jyn... well, she had another lover waiting for her. It was probably far more dangerous than his own position.

But instead of moving away, being the first to put an end to it for this time... he moves in closer. He does kick the sheets away because she doesn't need to be covered, not when he wants to see all of her and this will have to last them until the next time, whenever that will be. There's always the possibility that there won't be a next time, and maybe he thinks about this when he kisses her lips - gently at first, briefly... then he goes back for something deeper, coaxing her mouth to open to his. Still achingly slow, taking his time. Krennic can also blame it on still being tired from the previous night's activities, from the soreness he knows he'll also feel in his body later that day, when he's on his feet and giving out orders left and right. Maybe there's some truth in it, even. It doesn't really matter, not when between them his cock is definitely interested, partially because it's morning but also because she's close and she's naked and he always seems to want her.

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Surely, Jyn's reaction isn't that much of a surprise, given the things they'd done thus far, and the way that she's surprised herself by how easily and readily she responds to him. It only makes sense that she'd react all the more favorably to a gentle touch after so much harshness. Finally, she cracks one eye open, and then the other, and huffs out a softly pleased little chuckle even as she shivers softly as he squeezes and teases her all the further. "I'm hardly going to apologize for it", she sighs. And while she should seriously consider forcing herself to pull away, get up and dressed and ready to head back into her real life, lest her absence be noticed and questioned, she finds that she's not in any real hurry to do so.

Yes. This is a dangerous game that they're playing. But isn't that part of the allure?

If she breathes out a halfway offended little breath in the wake of being uncovered completely, it's all for show. Best to take this opportunity to really luxuriate in each other, if only because next time is hardly a guarantee, and the truth is that Jyn doesn't want to even consider it, no matter how real the possibility is. Instead, she focuses fully on the kiss, and the way that it slowly builds in intensity. She's hardly thinking when the hand resting at his shoulder moves, and her fingers thread through his messy hair (don't think about how much you like seeing him so mussed, she tells herself, to no avail), humming against his lips as she tugs sharply. She can play that game, too. She's hardly in a hurry by any stretch of the imagination, but she absolutely wants to hear him make some of the noises he was so adept at pulling from her.

If she is honest with herself, the want never seems to fade. And that might begin to pose some very real problems. Later, though - in this moment, she is as perfectly content as she's ever been.

Edited 2017-02-11 20:52 (UTC)

Maybe it just goes to show that he can be unpredictable in ways that aren't violent and harsh. Or maybe it was bordering on dangerously sentimental. Whatever the case, he didn't take her hard and fiercely now, instead making her wait, perhaps, for other reasons. Or maybe just draw it out of her, slow and building. Her words do make him grin a little, amused. And the fingers threading into his hair were appreciated, the follicles sensitive to her touch. When she tugs on the silver strands like that, he growls low, the sound muffled against her lips. It's more playful than threatening harsher things now, but certainly pleased. He usually kept his hair fairly short and in order - didn't dye it because it showed of age and experience... but he didn't mind it mussed when he was with her, behind closed doors.

He sucks on her tongue almost languidly, pays similar attention to her lower lip, then dives back in, a slow devour. His own large hand cups her cheek as he kisses her. Krennic only breaks away from her lips briefly, trailing his mouth along her jawline, down her neck. "You don't need to leave yet, do you?" he asks quietly, and he can't deny the hopeful note on his tone, much as he tries to keep it fairly neutral. "Surely the Rebellion can get on without you for a little while longer." It's difficult to remain so casual when he's kissing her and she's touching him, so warm and naked and soft beneath him. It's a far cry from him ordering her about, from her giving up control to him completely. This time, she is what is keeping him there, and if that means she has control over him then so be it. It honestly wouldn't be the first time - he keeps coming back to her, after all. Jyn has him.

Whatever the case may be, Jyn isn't about to complain about this departure from the usual - can they really even have a 'usual', anyway, having only spent the two nights together? She can't deny that she doesn't find some merit in Krennic taking his sweet time with her, not to mention the way that he dropped his guard enough to be so soft and open with her. He grins into her kisses, and she reciprocates in kind, the quiet, rolling growl reverberating against her mouth all the encouragement she needs to offer another tug, marginally sharper than the one before. She wasn't going to say it and ruin the mood completely, but she hopes that he can see it in her expression, how utterly irresistible and attractive she finds him right now, in this moment, sleepy and hazy and messy.

Jyn sighs and whimpers and moans faintly, the fingers resting on his arm tighten just so, needing a way to anchor herself as those kisses move from lips to jaw, and then her sensitive throat, grateful for the way that he holds her steady, his palm warm against her cheek. Her heart does a funny little flip in her chest, which she tries desperately to tamp down because it's - well, there's no room for it in what they're doing. Still, she relishes hearing it - hearing him sound so reserved. "No", she answers, hushed. "I can stay for a bit longer."

She huffs out a tiny, amused breath even as she lazily rocks her hips against him, teasing. "Do you have to go?", she asks, afraid that the answer will be yes, leaving her wanting after all of this surprisingly tender treatment. This is so markedly different than the night before, and the time before that, and all she wants is to draw it out for as long as possible, committing every moment to memory.

Jyn doesn't dare overthink anything, especially not the way she's feeling. It's best to take things as they come. Anything else would be foolish.

Her fingers in his hair are certainly encouraging, and he huffs against her lips softly. Though they've only done this a few times now, he's becoming more and more attuned with her body, thanks to his explorations with hands and mouth. But she still surprises him, still causes him to find something endlessly interesting about her little body, about the soft curves and the lean muscle beneath her smooth skin. He wonders if, in comparison he is rough compared to her - though he does much of his work lately with his mind, his body is one that has seen strenuous activity, physical labor, time out in the sun. That, plus the effects of age surely doesn't make him ideal for her... but she doesn't seem to mind, and that's enough for him. Funny how he wondered about such things, when it didn't bother him with other lovers, or in other aspects of his life.

Of course he's pleased she's choosing not to leave yet, her hips moving against his making him hum against her neck. He thrusts back in turn, the friction not enough yet. He pauses before answering her when she turns the question back on him. As the Special Weapons Director, Krennic is a busy man. There's too much to take care of, too many things that could go wrong. Officers like Tarkin always looming nearby, whispering in the ears of Darth Vader and the Emperor himself. Waiting to step in when he fails, and take his moment of achievement from him.

"I should go," he muses logically, knowing he doesn't need much rest, and didn't always get enough back even before he began this affair with her. He knows he should see this as a weakness, a longing and a desire for someone that distracts him from the work, from what so much of his life has led up to. But then he shifts back a bit to look down at her... and he wants to be selfish, wants her for himself despite all the reasons not to. He realizes the next time is indeed never guaranteed for either of them.

So he moves his hand around her cheek to tip her chin up to him so he can kiss her lips again slowly, indulging. He sighs thoughtfully, before deciding. "But not yet." Another kiss, before he murmurs a suggestion against her lips, "Turn around, on your side." Not really an order now, not when they were both sleepy and lazy and taking their time, trying something new. Krennic wanted her back against his chest so he was spooning her, his arm around her, but he had other plans in mind than just a little cuddle.

As they were meant to be - not that Jyn was thinking of that more than she was giving into her irresistible urge to indulge in these soft, sweet little gestures while she's got the opportunity to. Usually, she's driven to the point of frustration while he indulged in her, and not the other way around. Not that she didn't mind the way that he so fastidiously mapped out every inch of her using his mouth and those strong hands, and he's not even doing that right now, but just the thought makes her shiver in response. Hopefully, Jyn was able to put some of those thoughts to rest in the way that she responded so readily to him, how greedy she looked when he undressed for her - or had her do the undressing, the way that, when allowed, she practically melded herself to him. The age difference hardly mattered when Krennic was so talented at giving Jyn exactly what she needed most.

She could just as easily had made up some excuse as to why she couldn't stay, but the truth of the matter is that she wanted to eke out as much time as possible. Who knew when they'd have time again? Or even if they would? (And that wasn't even taking into account if something happened ... ) A softly surprised little noise escaped her lips, and she repeated the motion, more than aware that while she was nothing more than a little cog in a grand machine, he was far more important on his respective side, that staying here with her a little longer might bring about some ... unforeseen consequences. But it was hard to feel guilty about it while he was looking at her like that, a shocking fondness lighting up his eyes, pleasing her beyond her wildest dreams.

She nodded gently, already bracing herself for the sudden emptiness she knew was to come when she was suddenly left in bed, alone, already feeling the disappointment of not knowing when the next time was going to be, already bereft of the feel of his hands and his mouth when he hadn't even taken them away yet. But none of that came to pass, and she couldn't hide the way her softly pleased little smile slid into a much wider grin, even as she returned the kiss as eagerly and sweetly as possible. "Good."

Jyn didn't ask. She didn't complain. And although she was perfectly comfortable right where she was, she didn't hesitate in complying with the suggestion - not a demand, cuddling up as close as possible until there was no space left between them at all.

Krennic didn't want to think about the implications of his behavior around Jyn. He did realize she seemed to bring a different side out of him. It wasn't that Imperials were inhuman or machines, of course - they had hearts, passions and emotions just like the Rebels did. But he had been so focused on the work for so long that it was easy to forget about such simple pleasures that could be found in a woman's embrace. He hadn't been abstinent before beginning this tryst with her, but he also hadn't made much time for scratching this particular itch. Initially, that was what this was supposed to be with her - giving into these surprising urges. Funny how the moments spent together, as well as all the messages exchanged in between, made something change a little, somewhere. This was still who he was, just... gentler than usual, at least from when he was in the 'workplace.' This was something superiors and those would take power from him couldn't see.

But that didn't matter now, not when she was looking back at him like that, grinning and so sincerely pleased, before returning a kiss. Even a man who usually had so many balls in the air could push it aside easily for warm, sleepy moments with Jyn Erso. She was so willing to do as he asked, even when it wasn't a command... and it made something twist a little within his chest, not painfully per se, but... almost uncomfortable. Still, he didn't really dwell on it... not when her bum was pressed up against him so sweetly, and with a little adjustment he could slide her hardening cock between her cheeks. He groaned at the feeling of just doing that, his breath warm against the back of her neck. Part of him ached to just slide back inside of her but he was more patient about it, instead sliding his cock along her arse and between her legs slowly, easing her into it. He knew she'd probably be a little sore from last night, and he didn't actually want to cause her discomfort or pain.

"Maybe next time I can wake you up like this, except I'll already be inside of you, fucking you slowly," he murmured in her ear, reaching around with his free hand to slip it down her stomach and between her legs. He had access to go between stroking her, playing with her clit and slipping long fingers inside of her - all the while thrusting between her legs slowly. "Would you like that?"

Jyn couldn't afford to think about the consequences of this affair - much less the way that things were beginning to shift and change and morph into something new entirely. If she allowed herself to think about those things, then she'd begin to overthink them, and this wasn't supposed to be about anything more than ... sharing the sort of mutual pleasure that neither of them was getting elsewhere. But this was something ... completely different, and she couldn't possibly read too much into it, because there was no room for any of this in her life, no more complications. That didn't mean, of course, that she couldn't appreciate this whole new side to a man who had only ever been rough with her in these few moments they've shared.

This particular secret was very safe with Jyn.

She, too, had shifted and changed a little bit, hadn't she, as evidenced by the way she didn't hesitate at all to show how content she was to hear that they could put off saying goodbye (until next time) for just a little while longer - just long enough to give each other a proper sendoff. And if she dredged this memory up from where she was liable to hide it deep in her consciousness, she'd simply blame it on being exhausted, and half-awake, and unconcerned with who her partner was more than just wanting to ... share something nice. Because if she thought too much about it, and really, truly considered how she felt ... it would just hurt. And Jyn Erso had experienced too much hurt in her life to court any more.

Besides, there were better things to concentrate on, such as the goosebumps that warm breath on the back of her neck brought up, the hand spanning against her hip, the way he took his time in readying both of them for the moment that he claimed her again - and no matter how slow and gentle this go-round was, that was what he was doing, teasing her, enticing her back into arousal, the more he played with her, the more obviously wet she became, inner thighs soon slick with it, coating his cock and his fingers, making it all the easier to tease her, to make sure that she was as ready and as accepting as possible for the moment that he began fucking her again. She sighed hotly, eyes fluttering closed as she rocked back against him, needing more friction, more ... just more.

"Yes", she murmured, her voice strained and tight. "Bringing me out of sleep with an orgasm, I can't think of a better way to wake up. Except for your mouth, maybe, and making me come with just that first."

She laughed shortly, a deep, husky sound. "Would you allow me to wake you up the same way? My lips wrapped around your cock? Seeing how far I can take it down my throat?"

It was true that Krennic liked having power in most aspects of his life. It was a large part of his goal to gain that power and recognition he so thought he deserved. It made sense those urges would slip over into the more intimate bits of his life, and it had just been an unexpected surprise that Jyn Erso, of all people, would so willingly help him attain just that. Then again, it probably made some sense that she would want to give up some of that control after wanting so much of it in her day-to-day life. She couldn't be blamed for wanting control over her life, what with the way she had lost her family, and then the Rebels had all but kidnapped her. That was neither here nor there, of course, not when he was being so tender with her, showing a side she hadn't really seen until this morning.

And he was being slow and gentle with her, almost lazy about the way he slipped his fingers inside of her and then out again. And even as he aroused her, the things she was doing to him was starting to drive him wild, too. His fingers slick with her, how warm and wet she felt enveloping those fingers - not to mention her words. Krennic nuzzled against her neck, licked a slow, hot stripe up to her ear, taking her earlobe in his lips... then hummed thoughtfully at her reply. "I do love how you taste."

Something about the sound of her laugh went straight to his cock, and then her words... he did actually groan against her skin this time. "Fuck yes, Jyn," he agreed, low and deep against her ear. "You looked so good with your lips wrapped around my cock last night." He chuckled. "You're so skilled with your mouth, I'm sure you could take me deeper."

He shifted some, moving the arm that had been cushioning his head and slipping it underneath her head. It was easy enough to turn her head so he could capture her lips in a slow kiss, sighing against her mouth as he did so. His fingers that had been inside of her pulled out only so he could lift her leg a little, his cock wet and hard where it had been rubbing against her. Krennic was kissing her and sucking on her tongue when he pushed his cock inside of her suddenly, slipping in with an ease as if he belonged there. The thought was pleasing. That didn't stop him from groaning at the sensation, at the feeling of this new angle once his balls were pushed all the way up against her backside.

Jyn fought hard to maintain a sense of autonomy in her everyday life within the Rebellion. That's what made her such a troublemaker for some of the higher ups - she rarely, if ever followed their directives, more likely to go off and do what she thought was right rather than blindly following their instructions. It's what made her such a thorn in Cassian's side at first, too. So if her willingness to submit so unquestioningly to Krennic was a surprise to him, imagine how much of one it was to her, too!

It was so easy to acquiesce to every demand he made of her when it meant being rewarded like this. Or, even in their rougher moments, with everything she'd sobbed and begged so beautifully for. Here and now, there was no reason to beg just yet, no matter how much she wanted the sweet relief that every press of his fingers into her and rock of his hips against her promised. It would happen in its own time, and he'd have a hell of a lot of fun getting her there. Truth be told, she'd have a hell of a time getting there herself, too. Jyn moaned wantonly as he nuzzled her neck, choking out a breath once he licked a path to her ear, shuddering once he took it between his lips, humming, the sound vibrating deep into her very bones. "You - you'd drink me up, if you could, I think."

Jyn's breath caught in her throat, almost overwhelmed by the way he groaned against her ear, hot breath more than enough to coax a soft moan from her parted lips, only growing in intensity as his words reverberated against her skin, sending a chill careening through her body from head to foot and back again. "I do - a - ah - want to please you ... "

And then there was no more talking, her words dying out as as he gently slid his arm underneath her head, gently urging her to turn until it was easy to return the kiss, the noise she makes into it nondescript but clearly very pleased at the same time. So caught up in the kisses and the way he so easily made her dizzy, Jyn hardly noticed the repositioning of her leg, but there was no mistaking the sudden burn that came along with the way he filled her so quickly, without giving her any time whatsoever to acclimate. And from this position, she could feel him deeper than before. Jyn uttered one harsh, sharp cry, and bit her lip to quell any more from escaping just yet.

Eventually, in a hoarse, choked voice, she managed one soft word: "Orson ... "

Perhaps he should have gone even slower, should have taken more time before slipping back home inside of her... but she just felt so damnably good. She still felt so incredibly tight, enveloping his cock in all that heat, and maybe it was just the new angle but it was overwhelming. Part of him wanted to stay there, buried deep inside of her for a very long time... but even in his still sleepy haze he knew that eventually he would have to move. Then he heard her say his name, his first name... and it just did something to him. Made something ache deep within him, and he moaned a little, helplessly, his lips and teeth closing down just a little over the juncture of her skin where her neck met became her shoulder. Not enough to leave marks, but enough for her to feel it. He kissed the same spot as in apology for his actions, then another followed on her jawline.

"Shh, darling," he somehow managed to sooth her, and with his arm around her body he reached to close his hand around one of her breasts - gently, almost tenderly massaging. With his other, freer hand, he lifted her leg, positioning it back over his thigh. And with that, he slowly began to pull out of her, making an effort not to move too quickly, but he didn't pull out all the way. Instead, he thrust back inside of her just as slowly, grunting a bit with the effort. It was incredibly intimate, with the deep angle and the way their naked bodies were pressed against each other this way.

"You feel so good, Jyn," he murmured in her ear. "So very... tight." His voice caught a little - low, rough, and clearly affected by his unhurried thrusting. He was at the perfect angle to give her encouragement and compliments, to flirt and seduce as he fucked her slowly from behind. "You're... doing so well." Krennic did imagine she was at least a little sore from the previous night, or probably needed more preparation, and he certainly wasn't over-enthusiastic with her that morning. He wanted to draw this out, wanted her climax to come upon her with something like surprise, wanted her melting and boneless against him. He wanted to remember this when they had to part, too soon, and he found himself alone in his bed on those nights he actually got some sleep. He wanted to remember the pain and the pleasure, the rough and the soft, and the squeezing every last drop of sensation from every moment.

Jyn couldn't have waited for much longer - couldn't have kept from pleading with him to give her what she not only wanted, but clearly needed, too. In any other situation, she knew that he'd tease and taunt and torment her until she was shaking and panting and lost in her desire. But it gave her great pleasure to note that in this moment, he wanted her as much as she wanted him, and he wasn't going to deny either of them the satisfaction of having each other. What she would give to have that time in order to really luxuriate in each other - and how guilty she'd feel later on to realize how much she wanted it.

His breath was hot against her skin, and there was no helping the shiver that wracked her from head to foot as his moan vibrated all the way into her bones. There was something ridiculously addicting about the way that Jyn could make Krennic feel like this, inspired to nip at her, and kiss her, and pull her all the further into the type of ecstasy that she'd never dreamed possible before beginning all of ... this. And this go-round was so different than the previous ones, but as he whispered against her ear, and urged her leg up and back for better access to the rest of her body, and even caressed skin made sore from the previous night's activities, and she was reminded more than ever before that she could not ever get enough.

And then, slowly, almost too slowly, he moved, pulling out almost fully before slowly, almost too slowly, pushing back into her, filling her, making her hiss softly in response. Maybe Jyn had needed a bit more preparation, but this was exactly how she liked it best - hurting her in all the ways that she craved the most. She couldn't move much in this position, but she did push back against him, more than happy to have placed herself at his mercy like this, as well. His voice in her ear - low and rough and without a hint of refinery and she moaned in response, the sort of desperate, wanton noise that only Krennic could pull from her.

She'd never felt anything quite like this before, and the longer they could draw it out, the better, the more sights and sounds and sensations and emotions that she could commit to memory, the better. It was going to have to tide her over until the next time, after all, and a next time was never guaranteed.

All the more incentive to relish every second of this for as long as it lasted. "Tell me - ", she panted, fighting to keep her breath. "Tell me that I'm good. Tell me that I'm a good girl, that I'm your good girl ... "

Krennic knew that to some degree she did enjoy when he made her suffer. She came to him for things she couldn't get elsewhere, perhaps couldn't ask Cassian to do and he probably wouldn't be so skilled at it, anyway. There was probably more of an emotional connection there, however, than there was here. At least, not in the beginning, when they were two enemies setting things aside to scratch an itch - for her to give up control to him and for him to take her apart. He still would not admit to any other connection than that of the physical, even though this was different. It was simply another sexual game they could play together, that was all.

Going slow and gentler meant he could stretch this out, make it last so that their climaxes were that much more intense. He had a feeling she would be feeling the burn and the stretch for days to come, even if it was currently overshadowed by the pleasure he was promising her. Besides, she seemed to enjoy the pain, and it could be so difficult to distinguish the two in sex, anyway.

Every desperate, lewd noise he drew out of her little body encouraged him more, made him enjoy the sensations he was already feeling. And then she told him - begged him to call her his 'good girl,' and he couldn't help but groan low... then chuckle softly. She really did like when he called her that, and he was only too happy to comply.

He pushed up into her harder this time, grunting a little. Covering her hand with his own, he guided it first between her legs, touching the place where they were joined, where she was currently seated on his cock... then up over her clit, but he didn't pause long there, instead going further up to her breasts. "You're so very good, Jyn," he murmured in a low, throaty sort of purr, closing her hand over one of her breasts hard... then moving his other hand up to thread his fingers into her hair. He tugged a bit, sharply on the strands, forcing her head back so her neck was bared to his lips and teeth. "You're my good girl, aren't you?" The look he flashed up at her was dark and entirely lustful.

But he was not without a little generous streak. While he thrust into a bit harder now, he moved his hand down that had been covering her hand and back down between her legs. He began making slow, unhurried circles on her clit with his fingers, wanting her to come but also wanting it to take her by surprise, if possible.

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Yes. Because every moment together was torture, but if Jyn had to be tortured, she was more than happy to find herself at the mercy of Krennic's hands, and mouth, and especially the way he punished her with his cock. No, she could never ask any of this from Cassian, who had promised time and again that he would never hurt her. Despite the way that she loved him, in her own way, with everything that she was, even if she couldn't say as such, she had certain ... desires, and she needed those desires fulfilled, and that was why she had woken up here instead of there, why she continued coming back for more, why she was mewling and moaning and practically begging for more every time she found herself in this position, fucked to within an inch of her life. It was just sex. It didn't mean anything.

There was no way that Jyn wouldn't feel the burn of every movement that she made for the next few days. Every twinge of pain would remind her of everything they've done, and remind her of all the reasons why she was absolutely, positively going to return the next time that he beckoned for her. Because she would come back, no matter how guilty she felt about it. A time, a place, and she'd be there, no questions asked.

Fuck, Krennic knew exactly what to do to make her shiver and shudder and moan her satisfaction with abandon, unafraid to be loud, unashamed to ask for exactly what she wants. And although he might tease her a bit before he gave in, he always gave her what she wanted. He groaned near her ear, and she couldn't help the softly needy whimper she offered in return.

He caught her off-guard as he changed the pace just so, and caught her shaking hand in order to guide her to touch all the places that, at the moment, would grant her the most pleasure. Her body reacted accordingly - tightening and pulsing around him, her gasps and groans all the more ragged, a yelp escaping her lips as he made her squeeze skin already littered with marks he'd left behind from the night before. His fingers tangling in her hair, yanking her backward and holding her right where he wanted her, and there was no way she could hold back her sobbing gasp to hear the words she was so desperate to hear.

"Yes, fuck, yes - !", she cried, moving her hips against him, caught between wanting more of his fingers or the friction that grew and grew with every thrust, the way it stung and sent chills up and down her spine at the same time. It was so good, she never wanted it to end. Of course, with the way the ball of pleasure in her belly was growing and expanding, she wouldn't be able to hold back forever.

Krennic might have been a cruel man, but as of yet he had not shown any of that cruelty to Jyn - not really. Oh he certainly teased her, made her suffer, made her wait for it, but he always brought her pleasure, brought her to that moment of climax that made it all worthwhile. It did wonders for his ego, really, knowing that she was crying out and making all these noises not because she thought that was what he wanted to hear, but because he was truly drawing it out of her. And he wanted to made her see stars, wanted her to come so hard she almost passed out. She was a wonder when she was lost in the throes of pleasure, a wild, beautiful creature who was so unique and different than any lover he'd had before. Somehow she was like a mystery to him in that way, and he was only too pleased to uncover her secrets, pulling away one layer at a time - with lips and tongue and teeth.

It was incredible how her little body trembled and shivered and shuddered beneath him, underneath his hands, surrounding him. That, almost with the way she reacted when he called her his good girl made his hips stutter just a bit, and he nearly came right then and there. "Fuck," he bit out, pulling out of her and pausing for a moment, the tip of his swollen cock nudging against her dripping hole. Krennic had to make sure he didn't come first, knew his pride wouldn't allow it. Or whatever it was, really, that made him want to see her come once, twice, or even three times before he was spending himself inside of her.

The moment was fleeting, of course, because then he just had to be back inside of her. Then, giving a guttural, animalistic sort of deep growl, he was thrusting back inside of her hard, without warning. His fingers in her hair kept her against him, as the fingers of his other hand went back to work - this time, he made faster circles on her clit, stroking and playing her like she liked it, all the while thrusting into her harder, deeper. He wanted her to feel him inside of her for days, for all that soreness to remember it was he who claimed her, who fucked her completely senseless - no one else. Krennic thought he actually looked forward to being sore, himself. Though this had started out gentle, lazy, there was a rougher note to it now - deeper, hollowing her out.

But he couldn't come yet. He had to lean upon some of that self-control he'd showed before.

"You're so fucking tight, Jyn," he groaned in her ear as he gave a thrust back into her as if to make his point. "So hot and wet. The things you do to me." And it was true, too, though he wanted her to hear it.

"Come for me, Jyn - be a good girl and come for me."

He'd been stern, certainly, and he had withheld pleasure from her until she broke and begged him for any sort of relief whatsoever. Which he always did, when he was satisfied with how mindless he'd rendered her, how uncaring of anything she was except for the release that only he could give her. Jyn never could have imagined going into any of this just how much she'd come to crave everything that Krennic gave her - moments of pain, moments of pleasure, the teasing and torture, and every dirty, lewd thing that he made her feel. And this was still only the second time they'd met - given some time, stars only knew what he could bring out of her.

Amazing that in the minute amount of time they had together, he'd managed to learn exactly how to play her body, and exactly how to bring her the sort of pleasure that she only ever imagined was possible. All the better when she can affect him, as well, and she laughed softly, a short, breathy sound in the moment that his pace stuttered, shortly morphing into a disappointed groan when she was suddenly left empty, even though the moment only lasted for the space of a breath before he pushed into her again, making her grit out a hissed, surprised breath even as she pressed all the harder against him, unable to move much more than that, the fingers tangled in her hair continuing to hold her tightly against him.

The noises that he made for her and because of her were obscene and practically pornographic, and Jyn loved every second of it, and the way he fucked her all the harder, all the faster, ensuring that she'd spend the next few days sore, and reminded of him every time she moved, to remember every moment they've shared, and the way she loved how he fucked her. It had started out slow and lazy and gentle, and she'd relished experiencing that side of him, but she knew that it would've eventually led to just this moment - fingers in her hair, fingers toying with her swollen nub, that growl in her ear ...

She'd be a happy woman if she was woken up like this every day.

"O - oh, yes, fuck, yes - ", she moaned, breathless and almost completely mindless in her desire. "Fuck me - fuck me, gonna come, gonna come all over you. A - all for you. O - only for you."

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Jyn might not have been as experienced as he was when it came to sex and intimacy, but she had been an exceptional student. She still surprised him with how much she wanted this, how much she would beg for release even after all the torture only he seemed able to give her. He didn't want her to suffer forever, of course, just to want it that badly that she would do just about anything he asked. That kind of power was intoxicating for him, but even he was only a man who could not hold out forever, no matter how good his self-control was.

The sounds of their sweat-slick bodies moving together was lewd enough, the slap of skin on skin when he thrust back into her, and combined with the sounds he pulled out of her... it was entirely obscene. Krennic loved every second of it, and he hurried his movements, the way he stroked her and tried to bring her to that overwhelming pleasure he sincerely wanted her to have in that moment.

"Yes, Jyn," he groaned, nipping her ear. "Come all over my fingers. I want to taste you, you're so fucking sweet."

There was still so much he wanted to do with her, so many different positions they could try, so many ways they could make each other suffer... but he knew he would not last long this morning. Perhaps it was because they had started out so slowly and lazy, soft and sleepy in the early morning light. Now he snapped his hips up into her, enticing her to come so he could watch her and enjoy the pleasure he knew he made her feel. The next time was never guaranteed, but with the way things had been going... he certainly wanted to see her again, wanted to try something new if she was agreeable to it. Something told him that she was, and he didn't question his growing attachment to her, to this. After all... it was only physical, nothing more, nothing less.

Jyn had surprised even herself with how easily and readily she responded to Krennic, despite how wary she'd been during their initial meeting. Funny, how in the time between then and now, she'd settled well into the role of willing and eager student, following his every direction with wild abandon. And although he did tease her to the point of sobbing and begging, he never left her wanting. When she was mindless and wanting, he probably could ask just about anything and she probably would acquiesce.

Never did she think it possible, but that was, indeed, the truth of it all.

The noises that they made together was like music to her ears - salacious and sinful, and only fit for the pair of them to hear, to be inspired by and to work hard at pulling from each other. Kriff, she could get drunk on their mutual noises alone! But since he was so adamant upon getting her off, and starting this morning the right way, she wasn't going to try to hold off her release any longer.

Especially the way he groaned against her ear, and the shocking little bite, the words more than enough to set off a chain reaction within her, starting with the half-violent shudders that rocked her body to the core. Usually, she didn't bother hiding her pleased moans, seeing no need to, as there was no threat of being caught together. This time, though, the only noise that left her lips was a soft, shaky sigh. It only made sense, didn't it, given how this had started. A change did not necessarily have to be a bad thing.

Eventually, when the waves of pleasure were no longer washing over her, Jyn's shudders came to an end, too, and although all she wanted was to lie boneless and quiet and slowly come back to herself, she breathed out harshly and kept moving against him the best she could from her position, wanting nothing more than to help him find his release, as well, and take pleasure in knowing that she could, and that she was good at it.

As far as she was concerned, despite the circumstances they found themselves in outside of this room, there would be another time, and more after that. There was still so much to learn, after all, and how she wanted to learn.

Even though she was not nearly as vocal as he knew she could be during this release, he could tell when she was feeling it. The more time they had spent together, alone, the more attuned he had become to her body - the way it arched, shuddered, her skin soft and glowing as the pleasure all but radiated off of her in waves. Even though he was so close to his own release, he stubbornly held his own back, helping her through her own with his fingers, and a slowed thrusting of his hips. His fingers in her hair had relaxed their grip a little, smoothing the hair away from her forehead idly. He brought his other hand up to his lips so he could suck some of her juices off, humming as he did so.

"Beautiful," he murmured in her ear, praising her. How easy it would have been to come like this, to take as much pleasure from her body as he wanted to... but as usual, Krennic wanted more.

Making a low sort of growl in the back of his throat, deciding, he pulled out of her just like that. He had decided this would, however, be the last time they were apart before he was inside of her and soon coming and coming. Though his body ached from the movement, Krennic sat up, taking her hand and gently pulling her up with him. Though he had not yet had his release yet he still looked strangely content, his hair tousled from sleep and their early morning activities so far, with a few strands curling onto his forehead, slick with sweat. A little smile played about the corners of his lips. He moved his legs around so he was sitting on the edge of the bed, then encouraged her onto his lap - straddling him so her legs were on either side of his waist.

"Sit on my cock," he instructed her in a quiet purr, carefully taking himself in hand by the root so he could help her. "Ride my cock." Krennic tilted his head slightly to one side - a playful challenge. "Let's see what you can do."

And it would be a rather intimate position, facing each other that way, bodies pressed together as they were. Intense gazes focused on the other's, a sense of vulnerability that made it even more thrilling. He groaned low when he entered her again, then wrapped his arms around her, one hand moving low to curve down around her lovely arse and encourage her closer still. The angle felt fucking fantastic, and in some distant part of his mind he thought perhaps he should have Jyn in his lap more often. Her lips were at the perfect angle so kiss her he did - slow, deep, his tongue lazily fucking her mouth and mimicking the movement of his hips. But he let her do most of the work, knowing it wouldn't be long before he was finally coming. Her breasts felt amazing pressed up against him, and she seemed to fit perfectly there on his lap, his cock impaling her so deliciously. No, he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer but maybe, just maybe he could get her to come again too - after all, one thing he quite liked about Jyn was the knowing she was not faking her orgasms. He thought he had come to be able to read her quite well.

And he had long-since become addicted to the way she looked and sounded when she was coming, and all because of him.

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the bed-sharing meme

YOU SAID I COULD TAG YOU ANYWHERE SO

ALL THE THINGS. MAKE IT HURT.

/cue evil laughter

TERRIBLE. I LOVE IT.

awful, terrible fluff. it burns us, precious

terribad. i just don't know how i'm supposed to cope with any of this.

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lol and then closer comes on spotify and i'm blushing wow okay

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