And as of yet, all she'd been doing was touching him gently, exploring him in a way that he'd never allowed anyone the opportunity to before. Imagine what noises he would make once they started kissing with real passion. Imagine what noises he'd make when they -

Jyn leaned into his touch, and Cassian could hardly control the hammering of his heart. Funny, that when he was on the operating end of a sniper rifle, he could block everything out, focus on the target, match his breath to the slowed down beating of his heart, and ... take the shot.

But with Jyn, everything was chaotic, and he hardly knew what to focus on first. She nodded her understanding, though, and that was a good first step. He slowed. He breathed. One thing at a time. Cassian gently traced along the lush line of Jyn's bottom lip with just the tip of his thumb, marveling at how soft her skin was under his finger. She had scars, he knew, underneath her clothing, the same as him, but he'd treat every inch of her just as tenderly, given the chance, take his time and make her feel as truly wanted as he wanted her - with every fiber of his being.

Never, ever would he make her feel as though she was not worth every bit of time and attention he could offer her.