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Rain Meme

Caught in the rain

It started out quietly, and then, quite suddenly, you're caught in a storm. Time to find cover. Nothing much to do but to wait it out.

Scenarios listed below for those who want 'em.

i WHERE:
001 PLAYGROUND - Well, you can try to hide under the slide or maybe in the jungle gym... at least you're some place fun?
002 PARK - Always happens, caught outside trying to take advantage of the weather... and it ends up pulling a fast one on you.
003 STORE FRONT - Better hope they have an awning you can take advantage of.
004 THE BEACH - Not exactly the best place to be during a rainstorm, however it is possible to get caught in a sudden storm.
005 WILD CARD - Anyway you want it.

ii HOW:
001 TREE - Not the best cover, but it'll have to do, stay close to the roots and you won't get too wet.
002 UMBRELLA - Most conventional... Kinda boring. But it works.
003 NEWSPAPER - Not permanent, but it'll have to do. Good luck.
004 BAG - Well... y'gotta do what you gotta do.
005 NONE - You know what. You're a rebel. You don't need cover. Screw convention.
006 WILD CARD - that's the way you need it.

iii WHY:
001 REJECTED - Welp. Rejection sucks. And no one will see you crying in the rain.
002 WAITING - For the bus? For someone else? For some revelation? What are you waiting for.
003 MELANCHOLY - Sometimes the best place to feel a bit down is out in the rain.
004 HAPPINESS - Is everything going your way? Are you singing a refrain while walking down the lane? Just singing. Singin' in the rain.
005 ANGER - WELL YOU KNOW WHAT. SCREW YOU TOO, RAIN.
006 WILD CARD - Anyway you want it.

>> POST with your character
>> TAG others, use RNG if you need to, or just make up your own scenario if you want!
>> HAVE FUN.

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She leaned into the tug with a sigh, liking how it felt when he did that. She wondered what else she'd like.

Resting her hands on his chest again, she tugged on his collar and bit her bottom lip. Jyn wasn't ready to take things further than kissing at the moment, but she was definitely thinking about it. She wasn't ashamed that she was already thinking about it so soon after their first kiss. It was only human.

"I'm glad we figured this all out sooner rather than later," she murmured, looking up into his eyes. The uncertainty was maddening sometimes, but she learned to live with it.

It had been tender enough, the tug, but Jyn's reaction was more than enough to make Cassian wonder just what she might like, too. What he might like ... and what they might like together.

Not that he was in a hurry to find out. They've waited this long, after all, and the truth was that he was more accustomed to using sex as part of the job than he was to having it with someone that he actually cared about, and - they'd get there. When the time was right, if there was such a thing, when they were both ready.

This - just being close - it was enough for him.

"Not soon enough", he answered, breathing out a noise that might've been the hint of a chuckle. "I've got some time to make up for, but I intend on doing just that."

"Good," she replied. At least now everything was straightened out - at least now they knew how they felt about each other. And she trusted him - something Jyn had had trouble with in the past. She couldn't trust anyone - because everyone she cared about died or left her behind. She made a promise to herself that never again would she let herself be open to that kind of pain. But here she was now, opening herself to that kind of pain. She just hoped this time around she wouldn't regret it.

Another kiss, just because, and then another - deeper this time - her hands grabbing the front of his shirt, pulling him down and keeping him there.

Trust. Cassian didn't offer his very freely at all, and although he knew the risks inherent in giving his to Jyn, he didn't regret doing so. All the way, he'd said, and he'd meant it. He'd very nearly lost her once, and very nearly pushed her away completely in the aftermath, and now? Now, all Cassian wanted was the chance to find some little measure of happiness, no matter what might come their way.

He laughed into the kisses, actually laughed, even if the sound was muffled, more than happy to receive and return them, just as happy to let Jyn set the pace, to deepen them if she so wished. It was a bit uncomfortable bending to meet her, but he'd put up with a little bit of pain if it meant continuing sharing kisses.

"Jyn - "

She loved hearing him laugh - they both did it so rarely, it was always a wonder when it actually did happen. But she found that she did it most often with him. How was that even possible when sometimes she couldn't stand him at all?

"Hmm?" She hummed when he said her name. She opened her eyes, keeping them half-lidded, and looked up at him through her eyelashes. It was so easy to get lost in the moment with him - everything else seemed to fade away - and she had absolutely no problem with them.

Funny how so many things that had never come easy for Cassian did when it came to Jyn. Trust. Laughter. What he found himself hoping could be the kind of love that he never considered possible for himself. Time would tell, and he had no intention of wasting any more of it.

Cassian found himself caught up in the almost unbearable softness of Jyn's voice, the way her eyelashes brushed her cheeks so softly before she raised them just enough to allow him opportunity to meet her eyes, dark and shining, as beautiful as he'd ever seen.

"I - can we sit? Would you mind - ? You're little, and it's uncomfortable for my back to bend like this for very long, and I - I'd like to continue what we're doing."

Her eyes widened. "I'm sorry! Yes - yes, of course." Reluctantly, she pulled away, but took his hand, not wanting to break their physical contact with each other. She went and tugged him over to his bed, sitting down on the edge.

The moment gave her some time to surface from what she had been feeling. She felt lightheaded and dazed, but for all the right reasons. She never thought much about love - being in it or otherwise - but she imagined it kind of like this - needy, but wanting to be the giver - drunk, but wanting to remember everything with vivid detail.

Cassian couldn't keep from smiling all the wider - a gesture that he wasn't used to sharing with anyone, not like this, not so real, and genuine and happy. "It's alright", he murmured, gentle as he squeezed her hand reassuringly, certain that he'd always want some level of physical contact like this, now that he's experienced how comforting and comfortable and easy it was to share with Jyn.

It was probably a good thing to take a breath, to regain some lost composure, to really appreciate what it was that they were doing, and what it all meant. And being close, in whatever capacity, pleased him just as much as the kissing had. This woman - he'd never be able to get enough.

Maybe it wasn't love, not yet, but it could be, and for the moment, that was enough.

It wasn't love - not yet - but there was so much potential. Jyn was doing something she rarely did - hope.

She looked at him - looked into his eyes - knowing how much raw emotion was visible in hers because she no longer felt like she needed to hide her true self away. Her mouth opened slightly - she wanted to say something, but she wasn't sure what.

Instead, she reached over and rubbed his fingers against his jaw, feeling and enjoying the stubble there.

Funny, that. The times in which Cassian felt the most hopeful were with Jyn. If that wasn't a sign, he didn't know what would be.

To say that Cassian Andor was guarded was the understatement of the century. But with Jyn, it was easier than he ever could have anticipated to let those walls come down, and to allow her to see everything that he was feeling, too. This felt ... momentous. But even so, he hardly knew what to say.

At least it was easy to enjoy the feel of her fingers as she gently touched his face. Had he ever been treated so tenderly before? Probably not - but he knew that he could grow to crave it with everything that he was.

He'd let her take all the time she wanted in order to explore as much of him as she wanted. He hoped he'd be able to give her that much. "Feels good", he managed, his voice ragged. "Your hands - they feel good."

They hadn't really touched much when they were in the medbay together - sometimes she would hold his hand for a moment (when he was asleep), or she would squeeze his wrist (when he was awake), but the only time they had really spent any amount of time touching each other had been on Scarif, when they embraced on the beach, not quite ready for death. But now it felt like they each had free range - as much free range as they were both comfortable with at least.

So her fingers rubbed against his jaw, her thumb across his cheek bone, before it traveled to his collar bone. She looked at his Adam's apple and then at the collar of his shirt. He was wearing a jacket - the nice one she liked. It was undone all the way and he was wearing a long sleeved shirt underneath. Part of her wanted to take those off of him. Her, not him. She wanted to undress him.

If they had, Cassian didn't remember. He'd been so out of it for the majority of the time spent recovering that anything could have happened and he wouldn't have any knowledge of it. Jyn had bee there, and she was going to be okay, and that was really all that mattered to him. For better or for worse, though, the memory of Scarif would forever be burned into his memory. This was, thankfully, nothing like that.

Although his fingers practically itched to touch Jyn, too, he hadn't been given permission, and he wasn't going to take it upon himself to do anything that she didn't explicitly want him to do. So, he sat quietly, and he allowed her to take control completely. And every touch of her fingers, no matter how soft or how gentle made the very blood in his veins feel like fire.

He sighed heavily, and barely suppressed the urge to shiver, and waited.

She knew the reason that he wasn't touching her in the same way that she was touching him was because she hadn't given him permission. She was grateful for it especially when she was so use to men acting as though she was something to be owned and taken.

Slipping her hands underneath the shoulders of his jacket, she pushed them off and down his arms - she was gentle since she wasn't sure what his back was capable of yet.

Jyn had been looking at his neck, but when she did this she looked up into his eyes as if she was checking that it was okay for her to do so - touching was one thing, but taking off articles of clothing was different.

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.

Jyn didn't know what was going to happen next either. She was playing it by ear, seeing what she and he liked and what they didn't. What she liked was stripping away his layers - both his clothing and his self. She couldn't help the grin on her face when he nodded, feeling giddy and silly all at the same time. She shook her head laughing, never realizing before that she could have something like this with someone - that they were both equal parts.

Her laughter slowly died, but a small smile was still evident on her face. Her hands slid down from his shoulders to his chest. She never broke eye contact as she did this. "You can touch me," she said, finally. "Just - just don't go so fast." This was something to be savored - not rushed through.

They'd find out as they went along. If there was anything that pair of them were good at, it was that, and adapting quickly to whatever came their way. What Cassian liked was trusting Jyn enough to give up complete control to her, something he'd never allowed anyone else before. She grinned, and he was certain all over again that he'd never seen a more beautiful sight. There was no helping the way he smiled in return.

Jyn was radiant when she laughed. And Cassian made the mental promise to do all the he could in order to see it all the more often.

When he finally found his voice again, it was a little rough, a little more ragged than usual, but not without the utmost respect for the gift she was giving him. "Just tell me - ", he started, lifting a hand to cup her cheek, to feel the softness of her skin underneath his palm and fingertips. "If you need me to slow down. Or to stop."

She liked how rough and ragged his voice sounded - it was definitely made better by the fact that she knew she was the cause of it - that she could elicit that kind of reaction from someone - from Cassian.

She leaned her face into his hand, loving the feeling of his calluses against her skin. Her eyes met his again and she nodded. Part of the reason she wanted him to go slow was so that they could savor this, but also because she was afraid to rush into things. She'd never really known was a gentle touch was when it came to such intimate things - her experience consisted of rushed through, quick moments of instant gratification. It always made her feel empty inside. She didn't want to feel that way again.

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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.

She watched him as he traced her bottom lip, wondering what he was thinking (and what, exactly, he saw in her). But she pushed those doubts away and took off the vest she had been wearing instead, tossing it over the edge of the bed somewhere without a glance. Suddenly her clothes felt too hot - too constricting - to her. She wondered if Cassian felt the same - if the idea of them not wearing any clothes seemed like a better idea than keeping them on.

She leaned in and kissed the side of his neck, rubbing her cheek against the stubble on his jaw after. Everything felt so real - heightened beyond what she considered normal. She could feel his breath against her ear - could feel his thigh pressed against her as they inched closer and closer to each other.

Cassian was thinking a lot of things - marveling at the moment, and having this beautiful, capable, intelligent, strong woman here with him, touching him, kissing him, wanting him, and he was almost overcome by it all. Of course, she chose that moment to remove her vest, and he almost short-circuited all over again.

He wanted. He wanted her, and he wanted every opportunity in which to show Jyn how much he wanted her in every way possible, and he wanted so much that it was difficult to remind himself to take his time.

And then she kissed his neck and nuzzled against his cheek, and all he wanted was to find a way to be all the closer still. He gently tugged at her shirt, and sighed hotly, and knew that for as patient as he was trying to be, he couldn't hold out forever.

"What do you want, Jyn?", he managed, his voice hoarse and tight. "You gotta tell me what you want."

It took her a moment to put into words exactly what it was that she wanted because there was just so much. But above all, what she wanted was him - in any capacity. She got it, though. He was here - right next to her, open. There was so much detail in his face and at the same time, everything was fuzzy around the edges. He was the only thing in focus.

"I want," she began and then paused on an inhale. "I want you to take off my clothes." Her heart hammered loudly in her chest - so much so that she was sure he could hear it. She had never voiced such things before. There was just no time to, but somehow there was time now - and she wanted to say it - right now. "I want you to touch me."

There was so much that Cassian hardly knew where to begin. He wanted Jyn, in every single way that she would share herself with him. He wanted to give her of himself anything that she wanted of him. Voicing those wants turned out to be more difficult than he imagined it could be.

But she voiced some of his own desires, his own wants, and Cassian could have been more grateful to know, without a shadow of a doubt, that Jyn wanted exactly the same things that he did. He'd still take his time, of course, still stop and ensure that she was still with him, still wanted him every step of the way, but Force knows Cassian has never wanted anything more than he wanted Jyn.

"Yes", he answered, his voice deeper than before, his own want clear in his words. "I want to memorize every single inch of you."

Slowly, his fingers curled into the fabric of her shirt, pulling gently. "Let's start with this, yeah?"

The depth of his voice surprised her - and her body reacted in a way that made her want him more. How was that even possible? That she could want him more than what she already felt?

And then his words came and she could barely contain herself. She felt like she might burst. With excitement? Fear? Arousal? She had no idea - only that she wanted him so much more.

"Yeah," she replied with a nod. Her fingers went to the bottom of her shirt before pulling it over her head, leaving her in just a thin, white undershirt.

Funny, how they were both finding out the depth of their want - or the fact that it only seemed to grow now that they were setting out on the journey to explore each other more fully.

Cassian hardly knew that his heart had the capacity to care for someone as deeply and thoroughly as he cared for Jyn.

He couldn't remember when - or if - he'd ever wanted anything or anyone quite as much as he wanted Jyn in not only that moment, but all the time, as well.

His mouth went dry as her shirt lifted, exposing her undershirt, and a little bit of skin that peeked out from where the hem had raised just a bit. "Jyn", he managed to croak out, fighting to keep his hands to himself when all he wanted to do was touch. "Can I - ?"

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Her heart hammered in his chest from the thrill and the unknown of what they were doing. There was always fear in her as the prospect of being completely exposed in front of him.

"Wait," she said before she let him go or speak any further. Pressing a hand to his chest, she leaned in again and kissed him, her hand sliding down to the bottom of the shirt he was wearing. It was only fair, she thought, that he should take off another article of clothing.

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