firebrand chpt. 13

jynirso:

managed to finish this up last night, so this chapter is right on schedule!

Jyn wakes up to a warmth pressed up against her back that hadn’t been there when she’d fallen asleep a few hours ago.

It takes her a few seconds to figure out what it is, her body still drowsy and slow as she regains consciousness. For some reason, her fight-or-flight instinct doesn’t kick in even when she feels the grip of an arm around her waist, holding her tighter against the body behind her. It doesn’t bother her – she’s content, the weight of another feeling comforting rather than constricting, and it’s the safest she’s felt –

Fuck she’s in bed with Cassian fuck fuck fuck that’s him wrapped around her body fuck that’s his arm and shit yep there is definitely something hard pressed against the curve of her ass fuck –  

Jyn stiffens but doesn’t want to move. Cassian’s still sleeping; she can feel his even breath against the back of her neck, in and out, in and out. Her heart races so fast, the thrumming in her ears so loud that she’s sure it’ll wake him up. It’s a struggle to keep herself calm, because how the hell is she supposed to be calm when she’s in the arms of the man she thinks she might –

“…Jyn?”

His whispered words are breathed out against her skin, lips close enough where she could almost imaging them brush her neck. In a moment of what she believes in a sleepy haze, he tugs her closer to him, back-to-back, almost completely flush.

“Yeah?” Her voice sounds strangled to her ears.

“What…” His voice trails off and she can almost feel the moment that he realizes how close they’re entangled, can time it almost down to the very second. He stiffens just as she had, then scrambles back so far that he hits the wall in his panic. Jyn winces at the thump it makes, worrying that it only exacerbates his injuries. “Shit, Jyn, I’m sorry – ”

“Don’t apologize,” she’s quick to say, pushing herself into a seated position and palming her hair out of her eyes. Her cheeks are tinted pink, she can feel the warmth of blood rising up to her face, and she makes a point not to look him in the eye, focusing on a spot just over his shoulder. Better to not see the disappointment the flashes over his face when he’d realized that it had been her who he’d woken up next to. “We’re both adults. This doesn’t have to be a big deal – it happens.”

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