caught by the tide of your same scars (rogue one, jyn/cassian, gen, 1.6k)
It was very late – or very early – and something was pinning him down.
The rest of his body startled awake, and then froze as he realized the truth of his position. The something trapping him in this spot was a sleeping Jyn, curled up against his side. His arm was still half-wrapped around her shoulders, and on Jyn’s other side, Baze was dangerously close to falling backwards off the other end of the couch.
It had been a very long night.
The Rebellion’s festivities after the Death Star had been destroyed had gone on long after the memorial ceremonies, and long after Command had disappeared, leaving the soldiers and spies and refugees to celebrate in peace. Even now, there were still some drunks stumbling about, seeking their quarters in vain. His own quarters were on the other side of the base, but between their release from the medical bay and the destruction of the Death Star, the rest of their team hadn’t been assigned quarters yet.
(Right now – he can’t exactly bring himself to complain.)
say you love me 