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He almost doesn’t notice his quarter's door sliding open as he is currently focused on reading the newest mission report. Cold air creeps up on him. Her steps are light and Cassian hears her coat rustle as she hangs it up. With a few short steps Jyn stands next to him. He finally looks at her.
“Hey”
She slides her arm over his shoulders, leans down to place a kiss on his temple.
“Hey. The other’s missed you at the mess hall. Baze says you shouldn’t be working so much.”
Cassian can’t help himself but chuckle. He puts down the datapad and with a deep sigh he presses his head against Jyn’s body. One hand still on his shoulder, she moves her free one through his hair, tangling it around her fingers. Cassian almost hums against her. Jyn’s hand feels rough against his skin, he catches it in his, gently presses his lips against each knuckle. They are still cold and red.
Cassian notices a scar between her thumb and index finger reaching over the back of her hand. He follows it with his lips. Jyn shivers and then lets out an almost silent laughter. “I cut myself as child while I was woodcarving. It bled the whole time while I was running home. I liked it back then. Was the only scar I had. Mama just had a simple bandage to stop the bleeding.”
Cassian gets up slowly making sure Jyn doesn’t get of balance by his movement and pulls his shirt up to reveal a scar at his left ribcage.
“On Fest I once lost balance because of the ice on the street. Quite a few stitches where need to fill the hole.” He stops for a moment. “I never forgot the fear in my mother’s face when she found me.”
Jyn steps closer, her fingers hovering across the scar. She grabs the hem of shirt and kisses his skin softly. Her hands wander to his back, trailing the fresh scar of his spine surgery there. Cassian can almost feel the pain of hitting the ground. He has to kiss her. Feel her lips against his again. To know that it’s real. That they are alive. Jyn answers with almost the same passion. Cassian pulls at her shirt and Jyn leans away a bit so he can take it off. There is a scar across her collarbone. He brushes his lip over it. “Vibroblade?” he whisper against the skin. More statement than a question. He got more than one similiar looking scar. She nods anyway.
Jyn pulls his shirt of. Her fingers dancing up his stomach up to his chest stopping at the burned skin there. Definitely caused by a blaster. Too close to vital organs. She drops her head down, runs her lips over it as if it would stop the pain it once caused him.
Startled by the feeling Cassian has to hold onto Jyn’s hair to ground him. He can smell the bacta again. Months ago when nobody but K2 was waiting for him to wake up.
Jyn moves up to his jaw, softening the tension there with every breath he can feel against his skin.
Cassian’s finger trail up her arm. He can feel her muscles there, normally hidden away by layers of clothes. He stops when he feels a deep cut.
A crate in her biceps.
“Sniper missed his shot.” mumbles Jyn her focus more on what Cassian is doing.
He marks it with his lips up until he discovers several freckles around it.
Far more interested in where they lead, he follows them. There are more at the roundness of her shoulder. He crosses the vibroblade’s cut on her collarbone and trails the spots along her neck. Cassian smiles when he feels Jyn suck in a breath. He can stay a bit longer there.
Eventually he heads up, nibbling at her earlobe which causes a small moan. He wants to catch it with his mouth, stop it from vanishing but Cassian hasn’t finished mapping Jyn’s stars and knows they’ll lead them to her lips again.