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Sometimes, in the midst of a whirlwind of bad, a glimmer of good began to shine through. Jyn wasn't always necessarily convinced that staying on with the Rebellion was the best choice in the galaxy for her, but she was here, and she wasn't going to run anymore, not when such a huge threat was looming over the entire galaxy.

In the Rebellion ... she'd found friends, and as much a home as she'd ever really had since she was a child. Hard to put down roots when one was constantly on the move, after all. In the Rebellion, she'd found a place where she could be of use, where she might eventually, someday find a way to belong.

And although she never could have anticipated it, in the Rebellion, she found a kindred spirit in Orson Krennic, of all people - former Imperial darling, former (and sometimes still) smuggler. What had started out as an unlikely friendship had grown and blossomed into unlikely (but still exceptionally fun) flirtation, and after one memorable encounter with a rumor-spreading mechanic ... they'd fallen into some semblance of what might be called an actual relationship ... sort of, even though when asked, the pair of them would probably shrug in lieu of giving an actual answer.

Really, they hadn't exactly put a name to anything that they were doing, which, honestly, was some drinking, that ever-present flirtation, a lot of making out whenever they found the time ... or slipped away to steal some, and ... that was about it. It was comfortable, whatever it was. It was comfortable, and it felt good, and maybe that was all that mattered.

Yeah. It was good. And yeah, Jyn was happy - at least, as happy as a person stuck in the middle of a war could be. That had to count for something.

Krennic wasn't entirely sure he deserved this. There were moments when he actually felt... happy. It was strange to feel that again. It had been a very long time, and yet... before, it had been a different sort of feeling. But this was still new, exciting, surreal - almost too good to be true, sometimes. And of course he had his reservations. After all, he was no saint - he had done some terrible things during his time in the Empire. He had done them without a second thought - had been so focused on his work and on growing higher in the ranks that nothing had phased him. Nothing had phased him but the competition, those who would keep him from the power and the credit he knew he deserved.

But something had changed since then, and all the time in between joining the Rebellion and their cause. He still didn't think himself a saint, but he also saw the errors of his past. He saw the mistakes for what they were and he often felt regret for them. He had sleepless nights, plagued with nightmares that had him tossing and turning. Maybe redemption would never truly come. Maybe that was for the best.

And then... hope. Something had come along to fill in some of those holes in his life, some of those empty spots he felt deep within his bones. Krennic had never planned to start something with Jyn, of course, no matter how long he had been taken with her. But when she had started it... it had been nearly impossible to stop. She was like a drug, an addiction - just being with her was easy, almost like second-nature, like breathing. And there were so many reasons why he should have kept her at bay - the age difference, her parents, his history... but each day that nagging little voice in the back of his head became smaller and smaller. Being with her simply made him feel good, and he was perhaps too selfish to give that up just yet.

That afternoon, he was working on some minor repairs up on his ship. He and a small team were being sent on a mission in a couple days, and preferred to take his own craft. He was wearing the simple white wife-beater shirt, his hair was a mess, and his face was streaked with grease. Still, when he saw Jyn coming that way, crossing the hangar while talking to one of the guys who would also be on the team, he could care less about his appearance. Krennic paused to watch her for a long, thoughtful moment, just in awe and wonder that she would give a damn about someone like him.

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Funny, that despite their dissimilarities, they both felt very similarly about each other, about what they were doing and all the things that were blooming between them, and even about not being worthy of the attention, the affection, and the resulting tendrils of happiness that have begun to take root. Some days were better than others, and some days, Jyn had to wonder if she'd done enough to atone for some of the horrible things she'd done in order to survive to have earned any of ... this.

(That wasn't even taking into account the other worries to contend with - the age difference, his history with her parents, the divergent paths they'd taken before finding themselves here. It wasn't as though those issues didn't matter to Jyn, they just seemed the easier to try to overcome. And although Jyn wasn't the most patient person there ever was, and she did get frustrated with how slowly they were taking things, she did understand his reasoning why it was necessary. Yes, it drove her crazy from time to time, but it also made any gains feel all the sweeter. It was good, this thing that was building between them. And despite all the reasons why they shouldn't, Jyn was happy that they were.

Or ... trying, anyway.

That afternoon, she'd just left a planning meeting, and was bringing a datapad with some minor alterations to the schedule. They weren't important enough to interrupt the repairs, but Jyn figured there was nothing wrong with just a little distraction. She glanced from her conversation partner up toward the messily disheveled Krennic, she couldn't help the way her lips lifted in a momentarily amused smile. "Captain - ", she called, her voice exceptionally even. "Have you got a moment? I've got some changes to your itinerary that you need to sign off on."

Krennic, for the most part, was being his usual, laid-back self. If other people found out about their little 'fling,' as many called it, he could honestly care less. It didn't phase him, and when people saw how it didn't bother him, they lost interest in taunting him about it. There was something to be said about still being a little bit secretive about the whole thing, but recently Cassian had walked in on the two fast asleep in Krennic's ship, Jyn cuddled up to him, his arm slung around her. Not that the good captain cared to spread rumors, but it just went to show there was only so much hiding they could do in such a small base.

Perhaps he also didn't want to take things too fast because then he knew he might regret it - regret participating in something beneath Jyn, when she deserved more - especially after all she had been through. There was no denying the fact he desired her, was attracted to her, and clearly wanted her. But he could wait... and hopefully, she wouldn't mind waiting so much, either.

When she caught his eye, he gave her a crooked little grin and even a lazy, two-finger salute - the kind that annoyed the hell out of Draven. "Aye aye, Sergeant," he called back. "Be with you in a flash." It didn't take him long to get down either, setting his tools aside for the time being. (Honestly, the guy's name escaped him.) He absently wiped his greasy hands on his already greasy pants, nodding briefly to the man she'd been talking to. But his attention was focused solely on Jyn, that mischievous glint obvious in his bright blue eyes. His smile too knowing. "So! What kind of changes are we talking about here?"

Jyn had mellowed out considerably since her memorable encounter with the snickering mechanic. People still talked, to be sure, and she still bristled every time she noticed wandering eyes, but there had been no more outbursts, much to everybody's chagrin - they needed entertainment from time to time, after all, and the hot-blooded Sergeant Erso never failed to deliver when provoked to a certain point.

Let people talk. Jyn was almost perfectly content with what she and Krennic got up to behind closed doors. Which ... was not nearly as salacious as some might hope ... including Jyn herself! Despite the fact that they'd fallen into a very particular kind of intimacy, he was still adamant about taking their time, which Jyn could respect ... in a very grudging sort of way. She knew exactly what she wanted, he still had his doubts, and Jyn had never been a paragon of patience, but the thought of taking the steps forward into something grander than hurried and not-so-hurried makeouts, both of which she enjoyed immensely, the sort of easy flirtation that seemed to come as naturally as breathing, and the simple pleasure of just being together was exciting enough to keep her ... hoping for it.

("You and Krennic?", Cassian had asked, days after finding the pair of them wrapped up in each other, fast asleep. Jyn hadn't had much of an answer other than "We're taking our time", but he'd seemed to understand. And so, the way they danced around each other came to a halt. They were colleagues, first and foremost, he was her superior, and they were certainly friends. But respectfully, he'd pulled away, a patient enough man to wait and see where things would lead.)

She couldn't help smirking just so, ever amused by the sarcasm she could read in even the smallest gesture. "See that you do", she answered, a lift in her voice betraying her amusement. The conversation with Bram, she thought his name was, came to an end the instant that Krennic joined them - a little bit dirty, but not any less charming. And as much as Jyn would love to keep a straight face, to act as though she didn't have any ulterior motives at all, she could not hide the way her lips twisted up into an entirely too amused smile, however fleetingly it lasted. "Why don't we head inside so I can explain?"

Krennic was probably much to blame for mellowing her out, at least a bit. After all, they did tend to spend some nice, relaxed time together... well, when they were falling asleep together or just lying about, perhaps, cuddling. There had been a time when he couldn't have imagined him doing such mundane things with another person but then, he wasn't the same man he had once been. There were also times that she got frustrated, when a make-out session went on a little too long, or things became a bit too steamy without going as far as she probably wanted them too. Mind, he got very frustrated and bothered himself, which was why he usually ended things first. Despite what she might think, he did actually want her, but he was also a stubborn man who held to the decision he had made... for now, anyway.

Cassian had actually brought it up to Krennic, too, though in an off-handed sort of way. It was the way two men talked, while not really talking about it at all. They weren't emotional, that was for certain. And after the rather short 'talk,' Krennic had the distinct impression that the intelligence officer had just threatened him, should he ever have the mind to hurt Jyn. Honestly, it was a bit sweet when he thought about it later, and also amusing but then... he wouldn't put it past the stoic, younger man.

Once he was standing in front of her, he really didn't bother to hide the little smile playing about his lips. He nodded to her suggestion, lazily gesturing for her to board his ship. "After you." Krennic also gave a nod to the man she'd been talking to, since obviously he was not invited. With that, he followed her on board his ship, a ship she should've been quite familiar with by now.

"So tell me, would you prefer if I washed up a bit before our discussion, Sergeant, or does this whole greasy thing work for you?" he drawled, once they were good and alone and he just couldn't help himself.

If Jyn were the least bit interested in placing blame, she would definitely place it squarely on Krennic's shoulders. After all, she didn't spend nearly as much time with anyone else as she did with him - and she certainly didn't engage in the same types of activities that she found herself undergoing while ensconced within the relative privacy of the Queen. She never anticipated learning to love the quiet moments quite so much - that she'd become addicted to cuddling and just sleeping together, but here she was, craving those moments even when she was busy and supposed to be devoting brainspace to other activities entirely.

And the makeouts. It would be a lie to say that Jyn didn't enjoy those with every fiber of her being, even when they ended far too soon for her liking, leaving her breathless and wanting, every atom in her body cried out for more, and he did not answer the call, leaving the pair of them frustrated and aching for each other, and ... she had to believe that Krennic had his reasons, and that they were good reasons, otherwise she could not understand why they couldn't just ... give into their obviously shared desires.

It was difficult, sometimes, but Jyn would like to think that the good outweighed the bad.

Thankfully, she hadn't been clued in to the conversation between Cassian and Krennic, and wouldn't know what to think about it if she had. On the one hand, it was nice to know that she had someone on her side, watching out for her, but on the other, no threats needed to be leveled, as she was an adult, and was more than capable of taking care of herself, which both men were intimately familiar with. Still, she'd be mortified if she knew, no matter how civil the conversation had been.

Her eagerness to step aboard the ship was obvious in the way that she nearly bounded up the gangplank, glad to be away from superfluous conversation and the ever-present prying eyes. And as he joined her, Jyn could hardly help her pleased little chuckle. "I like you fine like this, but you should wash up a bit, anyway. It wouldn't do for me to go back out there covered in grease, now would it?"

And she had every intention of getting close now that they were alone.

Well Krennic certainly didn't refuse her more amorous advances because he was trying to be cruel to her. It should have been obvious how much he wanted to give in. And yet, he was a stubborn man who surprisingly had morals and convictions, despite his past serving the Empire. Eventually he probably would give in - he was only human, after all, and a man at that - but until then, he held strong. That didn't stop him from enjoying those rather heated make-out sessions with her, of course. There were so many things they could still do, and he enjoyed them quite a lot - probably because he was doing them with her.

Truly, it was Jyn's fault for turning him into the somewhat sentimental sap he had become.

Meanwhile, at her comments, he smirked lightly in amusement. He raised his brow at her, expression cheeky. "You know, I should probably just have at it in my current condition. A little grease never killed anybody... and it would certainly make all those lovely rumors fly about the base again when they saw you looking so ruffled." Krennic had been advancing on her slowly as he spoke, and when he was close enough he reached out to touch her cheek, cupping it lightly in one hand. He stroked her cheek lightly for a moment.

...and then, of course, he just pulled away, still smiling crookedly. Of course, in the process he left a swipe of grease behind on her cheek, and it made his smile broaden into a grin. "Be right back, sweetheart. Make yourself at home. Pour yourself a drink." He gave her a good-natured wink, before turning to head to the 'fresher. Krennic wasn't actually going to wash up completely, just enough so that he would be somewhat decent and presentable enough for her.

No. If he wanted to be cruel, there were plenty of other ways to go about it. And it wasn't as though he was pushing her away completely, after all, or even totally denying her outright. Despite the fact that she wholeheartedly believed that there would never be a right time to begin a relationship ... or to consummate one, as it were, and despite the fact that she was known for impatience, she (mostly) contented herself with waiting, and with the activities that they could get up to in the meantime.

Sentimental sap or not, Jyn had a good time with Krennic.

Hell, she was having a good time just watching the way he advanced on her, slowly, but not without a predatory edge to his movements. Jyn could hardly be called prey, though, and stood her ground until he was breaching her personal space, laughing softly in agreement. "Mm, I think you just want to see me lay into the next person to make another comment about us." Still, despite the coolness of her tone, she could not hide the way her cheeks flushed in response to the way that he looked at her, nor the way her lips twitched upward even more as he caressed her cheek.

(He was sure to leave a little grease behind, but in the moment, Jyn couldn't quite bring herself to care.)

"I think you like it when you get me so ruffled", she managed to reply, more than charmed by that momentary small, crooked smile. "Don't be long, darling, we do actually have those changes to discuss."

Nothing important, though. Nothing that can't wait until they've indulged in each other first. It had been a long morning, after all, full of nothing but protracted, boring briefings. Surely, she couldn't be blamed for wanting a little time away from it all.

The thing was, Krennic knew he could easily ravish Jyn and really enjoy himself while doing it. Hell, by now he was pretty sure she would enjoy it as well - he liked to think he was a pretty generous lover, thank you, especially when he actually quite liked the person. But it wasn't about all that, it wasn't about compatible they were. He was starting to think that for all their differences and the reasons why they shouldn't be together... they would actually be really great it. Every day, it was becoming more and more difficult to keep just enough distance from her. So no, he wasn't pushing her away, not really... more like he was keeping himself at bay. He thought he had his reasons, whether or not she agreed with them or even understood them yet.

"I do enjoy seeing you all riled up," he smirked, all smugness and cocky attitude, but it was true. Little though she might be, Jyn was a fighter through and through. He liked that about her.

Fortunately, it didn't take long to wash up a bit, just to be presentable enough for her. His hair was still a bit on the wild side of the scale, but it was usually like that on his better days, anyway. He at least slicked it back a bit with some water, but he'd get the gritter bits of grease out completely later on. For now, he really didn't want to keep that attractive young woman waiting. Keep her waiting too long, after all, and he thought he might lose her interest. Sometimes, he wasn't quite sure why she hadn't lost interest in him already, if he was being honest with himself.

He'd swapped his shirt for a cleaner one too, and was just toweling off his hands and the back of his neck when he headed back in. "So about these changes," he began lightly as he approached her, tossing the towel haphazardly to land over a chair. "Can they wait for just a bit? Or are we talking life and death, here?" It was obvious he didn't really care if they were serious, of course, if the way he got right into her personal space said anything. Or the way he settled his hands on her lips as if they belonged there, drawing her in closer. Or perhaps the way he leaned down to nuzzle his nose into her neck and then his lips, pressing them gently to the skin just beneath her earlobe, then up along her jawline slowly.

Was there really any doubt about that? Hell, sometimes he left her absolutely wrecked, and that was only as a result of kissing (and some inappropriate touching). Jyn could only imagine (and had, copious times) what he could coax out of her should they ever take that next step. And although she wanted that more than she knew how to articulate in words, she'd like to think that she'd contented herself with what they did have admirably enough.

If they were meant to be anything more, it would happen in its own time. And despite the well-known fact that Jyn was not exactly the most patient person in the galaxy, she felt that maybe, in this case, the waiting would be well worth the reward.

She laughed softly, nodding her agreement, unable to keep her cheeks from flushing a pleasant, pretty pink. She could certainly be tough when the situation called for it, but in moments like this, she'd learned that there was no harm in letting her guard down, sharing who she was underneath all of that ... coarseness. "Don't I know it!"

Her datapad long forgotten, Jyn spent the handful of minutes she was left to herself procuring glasses and drink alike, although she was certain that it might be a little while before they actually partook. After all, Jyn had made her intentions very clear when she'd arrived, and all with only a surreptitious glance, a sly smile. She'd get to the business at hand, of course, but not until some of her other desires were indulged first.

There was no helping the pleased smile she shared once he returned, nor the way her eyes lit up with her amusement and admiration. "Took you long enough", she answered, sighing and shrugging as though she was really quite bothered by the prospect of saving the boring talk for later. "They'll hold."

The changes would add twenty minutes, give or take, to the journey as a whole. So, no, it wasn't nearly as important a conversation as Jyn had perhaps made it out to be. And then, he was breaching her personal space like it was his job, and she was flushing a pretty pink as she allowed herself to be coaxed all the closer, the color deepening as she made a highly embarrassing little noise in response to the first touch of lips to skin.

It was so easy, after all, to get lost in the haze of desire that even the simplest act could produce.

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