Cassian didn't want to own Jyn. He certainly didn't believe that he had any right to take anything from her. And, truth be told, he was enjoying offering himself to the mercy of her slow, gentle ministrations.

It wasn't often that anyone had been gentle with him.

It was easy enough to slip out of the jacket once it was pushed off of his shoulders, mostly careful as he set it behind him, rather than just dropping it where they sat. Cassian didn't know what was going to happen next, but that hardly mattered. The only thing he could concentrate on was Jyn.

And when she met his eyes, asked that silent question, all he could do was nod his agreement, his mouth too dry to form any words. Yes. Whatever she wanted from him, yes. Whatever she needed, yes. Yes. Always yes.