[It was only a few minutes later that Ben was walking into their bedroom. He shut the door and locked it. He could hear Cassian moving about the bathroom and he smiled faintly before heading over to the attached bathroom.
He opened the door and stepped in before leaning against the now closed door. He carefully looked Cassian up and down, noting the familiar scars and looking for any new injuries.
Ben himself was wearing jeans with almost too many holes in them and a tank-top. It showed off his tattoos, and if you squinted, you could see some of the body piercings he had.]
[Cassian didn't bother wrapping a towel around himself once he was out of the shower and drying off. Why bother? Ben was the only person who entered their bedroom without knocking first.
Messy-haired, he glanced up to share a smile with Ben - and to admire the way he looked as he reclined against the back of the door. But then, he always thought Ben was gorgeous, and now was no exception.
He was happy to allow Ben all the time he wanted in order to ensure that Cassian hadn't gotten hurt in whatever fracas had resulted in his bloody shirt. He'd see no new injuries, per se, although Cassian's knuckles were a bit bruised, and if Ben looked closely enough, he'd notice a slightly swollen nose, as well.]
[He noticed both, but didn't say anything. He was an artist, he noticed the little details.
Ben pushed away from the door and moved over to where Cassian was standing. He looped an arm around the man's waist and leaned in to kiss him. His other hand moved to settle on the man's hip. No matter what, Cassian could command a room. He had such a powerful presence to him.
[Of course Ben noticed. Cassian hadn't expected otherwise.
But instead of making reference to the bruising or the swelling, Ben breached the distance in a matter of a few steps and carefully curled an arm around him, urging Cassian to move in all the closer for a kiss.
Not that Cassian needed much urging to do that. It always felt comfortable to be with Ben - one of the very few places that Cassian felt he could let his guard down and just be.
He huffed out a chuckle and shrugged one shoulder.]
[Ben moved his hands and then ran them through Cassian's damp hair. He smiled and then tugged gently. He then let go and stepped back from the other man. Ben rubbed the back of his neck, there was paint along his arm. He'd been working on something before he broke to do the laundry.
He sighed softly and smiled shyly at his husband. He knew the man was in a dangerous line of work, and the fear never went away. But he trusted Jyn. He trusted the other guards that were around.
He moved to sit on the edge of the large tub, watching him move. There was such a power, such a grace to how Cassian moved.]
[Cassian couldn't tell Ben not to worry. He knew very well that there was always a very real threat that if he ever found himself at the wrong place at the wrong he come, he could not make it home again.
But he was here now, and in the moment, that's what mattered. A chuckle rumbled in his chest as Ben carded his fingers through his hair, offered the kind of tug that always got a quick shiver in response.
He watched as Ben pulled away and sat at the edge of the tub, always taken in by how shy his husband still could be sometimes. He was so grateful to have Ben in his life, and all the moreso that Ben was able to offer him the normalcy he had never really had before.]
[He knew every day, it was a day his husband might not come home to him. And it scared him so much to think that one day, Cassian could be ripped away from him. it wasn't fair. They both knew that it was a possibility. He'd seen men that worked under Cassian not return. He'd seen them hurt, he'd seen Jyn and Cassian hurt. It was nerve wracking, but it was part of their life until Cassian won, or he died.
Ben's cheeks flushed red at the question and shifted just a bit. He watched Cassian for another moment before standing back up. He pulled off the black tank top, it would allow his husband to see that he swapped the bars through his nipples for rings. Which he only usually did when he was in a very specific mood. One that usually involved a lot of lace and leather.
He unbuttoned his jeans and then stepped out of them, showing to Cassian, that he was wearing a lace panty in a deep burgundy. He flushed and shifted a bit.]
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cassian andor || rogue one || ota
2: You'll have to be more specific. I do a lot of "what the fuck" kind of stuff
3: Security showed up because apparently we were fucking too loud.
4: So many questions so I’ll prioritize. How did I survive last night?
5: In what world does 'I'm awake' at 2:30 in the morning translate to 'let's fuck' in the span of one text? Where has the romance gone?
6: [bring your own text]
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Love.
Your entire line of work is what the fuck.
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[It was only a few minutes later that Ben was walking into their bedroom. He shut the door and locked it. He could hear Cassian moving about the bathroom and he smiled faintly before heading over to the attached bathroom.
He opened the door and stepped in before leaning against the now closed door. He carefully looked Cassian up and down, noting the familiar scars and looking for any new injuries.
Ben himself was wearing jeans with almost too many holes in them and a tank-top. It showed off his tattoos, and if you squinted, you could see some of the body piercings he had.]
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Messy-haired, he glanced up to share a smile with Ben - and to admire the way he looked as he reclined against the back of the door. But then, he always thought Ben was gorgeous, and now was no exception.
He was happy to allow Ben all the time he wanted in order to ensure that Cassian hadn't gotten hurt in whatever fracas had resulted in his bloody shirt. He'd see no new injuries, per se, although Cassian's knuckles were a bit bruised, and if Ben looked closely enough, he'd notice a slightly swollen nose, as well.]
Do I pass muster?
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Ben pushed away from the door and moved over to where Cassian was standing. He looped an arm around the man's waist and leaned in to kiss him. His other hand moved to settle on the man's hip. No matter what, Cassian could command a room. He had such a powerful presence to him.
He then pulled back from the kiss and nodded.]
You do.
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But instead of making reference to the bruising or the swelling, Ben breached the distance in a matter of a few steps and carefully curled an arm around him, urging Cassian to move in all the closer for a kiss.
Not that Cassian needed much urging to do that. It always felt comfortable to be with Ben - one of the very few places that Cassian felt he could let his guard down and just be.
He huffed out a chuckle and shrugged one shoulder.]
I'm fine.
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[Ben moved his hands and then ran them through Cassian's damp hair. He smiled and then tugged gently. He then let go and stepped back from the other man. Ben rubbed the back of his neck, there was paint along his arm. He'd been working on something before he broke to do the laundry.
He sighed softly and smiled shyly at his husband. He knew the man was in a dangerous line of work, and the fear never went away. But he trusted Jyn. He trusted the other guards that were around.
He moved to sit on the edge of the large tub, watching him move. There was such a power, such a grace to how Cassian moved.]
I also may have a surprise for you.
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[Cassian couldn't tell Ben not to worry. He knew very well that there was always a very real threat that if he ever found himself at the wrong place at the wrong he come, he could not make it home again.
But he was here now, and in the moment, that's what mattered. A chuckle rumbled in his chest as Ben carded his fingers through his hair, offered the kind of tug that always got a quick shiver in response.
He watched as Ben pulled away and sat at the edge of the tub, always taken in by how shy his husband still could be sometimes. He was so grateful to have Ben in his life, and all the moreso that Ben was able to offer him the normalcy he had never really had before.]
Oh, yeah? What's the surprise?
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Ben's cheeks flushed red at the question and shifted just a bit. He watched Cassian for another moment before standing back up. He pulled off the black tank top, it would allow his husband to see that he swapped the bars through his nipples for rings. Which he only usually did when he was in a very specific mood. One that usually involved a lot of lace and leather.
He unbuttoned his jeans and then stepped out of them, showing to Cassian, that he was wearing a lace panty in a deep burgundy. He flushed and shifted a bit.]
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