It had been slow going, getting to this point in their relationship, something frustratingly so, but Jyn understood the caution, the wanting to be secure and certain after the sort of heartbreak that he'd gone through previously. They've made it here, and here was a very lovely place to be.
No matter how pleased she was to find herself in this situation, the recipient of soft touches, and being held close and secure, and oh, being kissed in a way that made her toes curl in her boots, she still managed to roll her eyes as fondly as possible, practically nuzzling against his questing fingertips. "You wouldn't let me win even if I tried - "
Whatever else Jyn might have had to add was lost in the moment that he kissed her, and happily so, giving her all the time and opportunity she needed to truly enjoy the way that they fit together, and despite the fact that they're not in as private a place as either would prefer, the thrill of being together was more than enough to warrant such worshipful treatment. She considered, fleetingly, sitting on the edge of his desk, but she's distracted by the kisses to overheated skin, the way she shivered in response to the way his lips brush against her throat, just being close was more than enough to knock her off-kilter and he knew it. "What if I want you to get carried away?"
Well, if you're offering ... :0D
No matter how pleased she was to find herself in this situation, the recipient of soft touches, and being held close and secure, and oh, being kissed in a way that made her toes curl in her boots, she still managed to roll her eyes as fondly as possible, practically nuzzling against his questing fingertips. "You wouldn't let me win even if I tried - "
Whatever else Jyn might have had to add was lost in the moment that he kissed her, and happily so, giving her all the time and opportunity she needed to truly enjoy the way that they fit together, and despite the fact that they're not in as private a place as either would prefer, the thrill of being together was more than enough to warrant such worshipful treatment. She considered, fleetingly, sitting on the edge of his desk, but she's distracted by the kisses to overheated skin, the way she shivered in response to the way his lips brush against her throat, just being close was more than enough to knock her off-kilter and he knew it. "What if I want you to get carried away?"