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[ two can play this game.

jyn stretches her arms out, under the illusion that she is trying to wriggle free, but all it really does is drag cassian down further over him, stretched out until he's nearly entirely on top of her, which is a strangely comfortable position. her wrists keep twisting, but she leans up and catches his mouth in a kiss of her own design, firm and determined.

she kisses him until she can feel him relax even the smallest way against her and that is when she jerks her arms free and shoves him off her. no, he does not get to pin her, that is never going to happen. saw would roll over in his grave.

she scrambles back on her hands and knees, facing him with nearly panted breaths. ]

If that's all it takes to throw you let's hope the next thing you fight doesn't have a pretty face.

[he should fight the way he finds himself sliding down over her, but it feels weirdly normal and comfortable and sends a warm little roll through his gut. it is evidently a warranted reaction because then she leans up and kisses him.]

[he falls into the kiss even though he knows he shouldn't, so he's not very surprised when she manages to throw him off her. he rolls backwards and sits back on his haunches, trying very hard not to smile; even though she just threw him off, and he's also out of breath, he still looks pleased. she kissed him. he's always delighted.]

You are one of the only people I fight here, so it may be a problem.

[why trashtalk when he can compliment and indirectly call her pretty! :D]

[he hops to his feet and takes a few quick steps backwards, defensive maneuvers in case she decides it's time to punch him over it.]

I'll just have to practice with you more.

[ NO.

he doesn't get to call her pretty while they are sparring. that, more than the kissing, is what makes her determined to win. she's not mad, of course, just incredibly spiteful. which is why she surges forward, launching off a small stack of mats and twisting in the air to swing her legs around cassian's neck and use her momentum to hurl him head over heels to the ground.

she lands in a wobbly crouch next to him, straightening up to loom over him, arms crossed over her chest and a smug expression across her features. ]

I am not just a pretty face, Andor.

[literally everything about this just continues to delight him, there's no other word better suited for it. she looks so indignant and he just fucking smiles, because apparently all sense of self preservation is exit pursued by bear when jyn is in the picture.]

[he's still smiling even when she wipes him out on the floor, knocking the wind out of him too. he takes a moment to catch his breath, watching her up above him like she's just put the stars in the sky.]

I would never say such a thing.

[then he kicks out his legs at hers, knocking her over onto the mat too.]

You have many charming qualities.

[he found it. the kind of not!trash talk that riles her up. compliments.]

Edited 2018-05-30 01:13 (UTC)

[ ugh jyn was too proud and pride cometh before a fall and jyn falls right on her fucking ass next to him, groaning before it turns into a laugh at cassian's last comment. idly she lifts her arm enough to smack him in the chest with the back of her hand. ]

Take it back.

[ the soft laughter keeps going, bubbling up and spilling over like she can't keep it at bay. ridiculous. she knows not to take bait like that, saw had taught her and she'd always been able to push past whatever cato was teasing her with or reece's taunts in her determination to win.

she'd gotten so close and she let her guard down for a second... ]

Draw?

[oh no, oh no. she's laughing. she's laughing and her arm is stretched out over him, and he wonders if his smile is going to be stuck on his face, head tilted to look at her beside him. he's... happy. she makes him happy. what a strange feeling.]

Never. You can't make me.

[he takes her hand, winding their fingers together. he will never take back any nice thing he says about her ever!! so there.]

[cassian gives her hand a squeeze, then rolls over on top of her without letting go of it. the match is both over and not over, but he's still smiling in his very weak attempt to keep her down.]

Unlike you to accept a tie.

[ she doesn't even fight him holding her hand, staying relaxed on the floor when he rolls on top of her as well, only shifting to bend one knee, tucking her ankle under the other. like she's comfortable.

there is a certainty that cassian won't ever actually hurt her, that is a fact. a fact that stills her fight or flight reflex. ]

Well I have to give you the illusion that you could beat me.

[ her smile is soft, but her eyes show the teasing smirk held at bay. she could kick his ass, they both know that when it comes down to it, in a hand to hand fight, jyn could take him the fuck out. give cassian a blaster and she knows it could turn out differently, but this is where she excels.

side note: cassian making her stomach flip flop and warmth settle in her chest is where he excels. ]

[he doesn't know what to make of her being so relaxed under him. it's either a trap or it's a sign of trust, or in all honesty it could be both. he finds he doesn't care which it is.]

[the soft and teasing combo look on her face does things to him, a little flutter through his chest that doesn't quite leave. she could kick his ass. he knows that, and it should worry him, but like most things with jyn, he ignores it and focuses on how much he likes to watch her in a fight.]

[he finds her other hand, holding both now and holding himself up mostly by his elbows. it brings them closer, his chest brushing hers.]

You can't win every time.

[ she'll play it off that she's tired, just because they didn't fight for overly long, they went hard and she is tired. that's her story and she's sticking to it. she's tired and he's warm and they're alone and LOOK

she is allowed some weakness. ]

In what galaxy is this not winning?

[ she's even allowed some sentimentality. ]

[he's going to die. or maybe just melt, literally, biting his cheek to stop his smile from growing too wide too fast, too afraid she'll scamper off if he becomes too much. he still doesn't know which parts of him are too much.]

It's a great win in mine.

[he leans down, closing that final bit of distance to kiss her, because after that how could he not? he knows they're in public and he knows it'll probably get him thrown off, but he's happy and warm and it's definitely a double victory.]

[ it's soft and gentle and jyn can feel the smile fighting at his mouth, sighing beneath him until all at once she's shoving him off and rolling them both over, straddling his hips and a (practice and thus plastic) blade appearing from apparently nowhere to press neatly against his adam's apple. her hair's half fallen out of her braid, falling over her shoulder and dangling between them like an asp poised to strike. ]

I can always win. And I will.

[ there's a reason she's survived so long on her own and the instincts will not die, no matter how long they live on this moon. jyn erso will win or she will fucking die trying.

again. ]

Surrender, Captain.

[he is not surprised. he's disappointed, not in himself, but because she didn't kiss him back.]

Is it really surrendering if I still feel like a winner?

[she's got a literal knife to his throat, and yet here he is, still smiling at her and comfortable with the warm weight of her on top of him. he reaches out and tugs on her braid, seemingly unconcerned about the literal knife to his throat.]

[it's such a stupid call, but it's a sign of how much he trusts her if cassian andor can still feel at ease like this.]

Maybe if you kiss me. It can be a consolation prize for my loss.

[ they are in public, cassian andor! her nose crinkles up, weighing her options. if she leans down to kiss him her center of gravity will be off and he'll be able to twist them around the same way she did and she is not giving up. it's almost to make a point now.

SHE WILL WIN.

the fingers of her free hand drag s l o w l y up his arm, brushing idly against his neck before she plants her hand next to his head, shifting a little so her weight isn't fully on him, prepared to keep her position in case he tries anything funny.

she leans down, hovering over his mouth. ] Mmm sorry, Captain but. [ she exaggeratedly sniffs. ] You stink. Ask me again once you've showered.

[he can theoretically think of about ten ways to get himself out of the situation, but he doesn't want to. she shifts her weight, slides her hand up his arm. when she leans down, he honest to force shivers beneath her, and he doesn't whine, but he frowns in the closest to a pout he's probably capable of.]

[but he goes quiet because he's thinking, overthinking by the looks of it. they are in public, and even though she's literally sitting on him with her mouth millimeters away, maybe it was still wrong to ask?? he is worrying somewhere deep down, as much as his heart is still racing with anticipation.]

So do you. [there, he speaks. tentatively, he moves his hands to rest at her thighs, but his touch is very soft; there's no grip in it like he's about to toss her.] I can ask you again later, but it doesn't change the fact that I still want to do it now too.

We don't have to. [just in case.] But I suppose you may have won this time.

[ he gives up, admits defeat, and instantly jyn kisses him. victory is sweet as is her mouth on his, somehow still smug and defiant even in the lingering softness of her kiss. ]

Your consolation prize. [ another tiny little kiss before she lets the fake blade leave his throat, rolling out of his lap to sit next to him, elbows on knees, lopsided smile making her look youthful, if not her actual age. she flicks her braid back over her shoulder, pointing at him with the plastic knife. ]

That was fun.

[ imagine. ]

[she finally kisses him and his smile comes back, because he might have admitted defeat, but he wasn't lying before when he said it still feels like a victory. he feels like he wins every time jyn kisses him.]

[but it ends far too quickly! he chases after her mouth as long as he can until she sits up out of reach. he sighs, frowning again even though he still looks pleased, because that was not enough!! he reaches out and plays with the fabric on her pants, like he wants her to come back, but he doesn't pull for it.]

It was. [like, super fun. a+ would do it all over again! he's still laying on the floor, he'll sit up eventually.] But it's very upsetting to lose. I might need more consoling.

I will console you more when we are home. [ THIS IS A PUBLIC SPACE, CASSIAN ANDOR. she does lean over and prod his side with one finger.

she wants to keep kissing him, she really wants to, eyes darting to his almost pout and daydreaming about kissing it until he smiles again, but. jyn is private and literally anyone could walk in on them. ]

How's your back?

[he seems satisfied by that offer, brightening and suddenly wishing they were home already. when she pokes at him, he releases her pants to capture her fingers instead.]

It's fine, and I do mean that. [he finally sits up - without a hitch tyvm - and smiles at her again, but it's very soft and quiet. he knows they're in public, he really should tone it down a notch, so he's fine with just sitting beside her until they move along home.] No back pain, just some bruises everywhere else.

[ her fingers curl around his, hidden between them and out of sight so it's fine. ]

I warned you. [ she said she was going to kick his ass and that she wasn't ever going to take it easy on him, he should know better by now. ] We can grab some ice on the way home.

[oh! she took his hand in return! his face brightens again, between the tiny touch and the thrill of the match, cassian just looks... happy. it takes so many wrinkles and even some years off his face.]

It's nothing I do not come to expect in this. [he gets to practice and test his limit and have fun, it's great all around.] Do you want to pick up some food too?

[ she loves the kind of smile that makes him look his age for once and she might just look at him, own expression soft and affectionate for a moment before he reminds her of food. ]

Yeah, sure. Come on.

[ she lets go of his hand in order to push herself to her feet, reaching down to heave him up after her and maybe her hand stays in his, it's fine. ]

You're buying.

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[he gladly accepts her helping him to his feet, because it means he gets to hold her hand again. when she doesn't even let go, cassian practically buzzes with how nice it makes him feel.]

[he briefly squeezes her fingers.] I suppose it's only fair.

[he tugs her along out of the facility, stopping only to get some ice and take out as suggested; there's a whole lot more consoling to be had at home! :) ]

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