Yeeees at first I really wanted to do this from an outsider POV, but I couldn’t think of a way to do it without making it very angsty, and I wanted this to be happy and fluffy! So have some minor whumpage + cuteness!!
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By the time she finds his medbay room, he’s already been fitted with a stabilizer and given a pair of crutches, although he has yet to touch them. Horrible, clumsy things that chafe and make too much noise.
“Ready to blow this joint?” she says, leaning casually against the doorway.
“Just about.” He doesn’t move from his position on the examination table.
“Aww, what is it?” She steps forward, grinning, and takes his hands in hers.
He frowns, feeling like a child as he swings his legs under the table. “It’s embarrassing.”
She can’t quite catch the soft laugh that escapes her at first, but sobers quickly when she sees his face. “I’m sorry. Maybe… maybe no one else saw.”
“Jyn, everyone saw.” The hangar had been practically full.
“Well, they probably won’t remember.” But her face is doubtful and Cassian groans.
“It doesn’t matter, anyway,” she says. “Just do your Spy Captain Stony Face and they’ll be too afraid to say anything.”
“If that’ll even work anymore,” he mutters darkly. What was it Solo had yelled? One of these days, something’s going to bring you down to our level, Captain.
Right before he’d slipped while stalking out of the Falcon.
“You couldn’t’ve known all that oil had spilled,” Jyn says, although it doesn’t really help the pain of two torn ligaments and a broken ankle.
He grunts, and still refuses to reach for the crutches.
She sighs and takes a seat on the table next to him, nudging his shoulder. “Okay, Cass. What’ll make you feel better?” She leans sideways. “Maybe a kiss?”
It’s silly and stupid, just like this whole situation, but he leans towards her anyways because honestly, it does make him feel a little better. But the angle is bad and too soon she has to break away, rubbing the back of her neck.
Cassian almost groans aloud, but Jyn stops him. “Wait– I bet I can make this work.”
Before he can stop her, she has her hands braced on his shoulders and swings one of her knees to the other side of his hip, effectively straddling him.
“That better?”
This is technically a public place. It’s highly inappropriate. He grins up at her. “Yes.”
“Good.” Then she dips her head and kisses him hard, lips parted and hands on his face.
He lets himself get into it, as it allows him to forget the pain in his ankle and the embarrassment of the afternoon. It’s so enjoyable he doesn’t notice someone appear in the doorway.
Draven clears his throat loudly, but rather than diving off his lap, Jyn simply twists her head around, an irritated expression on her face. “Can we help you?”
Draven grunts. “You were supposed to be out of here ten minutes ago, Andor.”
“What’s the blazing hurry?” Jyn says. “I don’t see anyone else in desperate need of this room.”
Draven doesn’t choose to dignify that with a response, but turns on his heel after another extended glare.
“You’re going to get me in trouble,” Cassian says, although he doesn’t move to shift her off his lap.
She smirks and wiggles her hips closer. “I make your life more interesting.”
Maybe not how he’d put it, but when she leans down to kiss him again he finds it difficult to disagree.
say you love me 