#rocicrew

🖤 + nolden

She says, "Don't go."

She says it against the skin of his throat, warm and pulsing with his life's blood; she says it again when her lips find his. He kisses her back readily, eagerly, but gently, too. Jim's always gentle. He doesn't answer, though, and that's all the answer she needs to understand what is going to happen.

Jim never lies to her.

She loves that about him. She hates that about him, too.

💕 + rebelcaptain

The mission hadn't gone smoothly, but they rarely do. It had gone well, though — they got the information they needed, and they hadn't lost anyone in the process. Still, afterwards, as Kay flies the ship through hyperspace, Cassian takes the time to look at Jyn's hands. She rolls her eyes at him for the worry, but she surrenders them unflinchingly even as he peels off her gloves to reveal scrapes and bruising. Nothing terrible, but split knuckles heal much quicker with hypospray than without. So you'll be ready to punch the next Stormtrooper sooner, Cassian offers with a twitch to his lip. Jyn fixes him with a look, eyes glimmering with mirth, as she tosses off, Who says the next person to piss me off's going to be a Stormtrooper?

All the more reason, then, Cassian returns dryly.

And he does carefully apply the numbing, healing spray to her knuckles — but not before lifting each of them to his lips, one by one, and planting a soft kiss on each.