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toddcowardd · 8 years

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Romantic Relations

A/N: Cassian smut! It also just another part in my Senator Reader/Cassian series :)

Rating: M. haha kids it has smut

Pairing: Casisan Andor x Rebel Senator! Reader

"We have reason to believe that the Empire has started up an old droid factory in Genosis to give themselves a little more fire power in their battles" General Draven curtly informs the rebel council while bringing up a map of the planet at the table.

"Then we’ll send a scouting team there to inspect it general." You respond from across the table "I believe Captain Andor and his team are free" You look over to Mon, who nods silently in agreement.

"Is there any objections?” Mon asks the council.

"Pardon my tone senators but, Captain Andor? Surely there isn’t anyone else to lead?" Draven inquires.

You tilt you head a bit to the side. “I’m not understanding your opposition general. For one thing you yourself assign Captain Anodr over anyone else on many, many missions.“

Draven glares at you slightly, nostrils flaring. “My choosing of Captain Andor for missions is after through examinations of all Captains to see who would be best for the job while yours is of nepotism.”

“Excuse me?” You practically shout

“General Draven what is the meaning of such accusations?” Mon firmly implores.

The general looks you then to her.

“The other day I saw Senator [Y/L/N] and Captain Andor intimately intertwined with one another under the shadow his U-Wing. I believe it is right of me to assume ulterior intentions of her giving her secret lover such high clearance missions.”

The room falls silent. You feel your cheeks burn as your gaze angrily bores into the general.

“Also is it not a breach of hierarchy for a senator to be romantically engaging with someone of a lower rank?” He continues, looking around to the other generals and councilors.

Mon looks over to you, watching your fists ball up tightly, as you breathe raggedly.

“Senator [Y/L/N], do you have anything to say?” she calmly asks.

Your eyes sweep the room, inspecting everyone that is staring at you.

“Yes, Captain Andor and I have started up a romantic relationship, after a long while of pinning for each other. So, in that way, General Draven is right but, he is wrong about the nepotism. Captain Andor has, for years now, been chosen to complete high clearanced missions such as this one by everyone in this room as multiple occasions. If I was letting my love for him cloud my judgement as a leader I would’ve chosen differently but, I made my choice with the rebellion in mind for this and my choice was Cassian. Romantic relationship or not” You coldly look to General Draven, who returns it just as cold.

“I believe Captain Andor should be the one to lead the mission” One of the senators pipes up. The rest nod their heads in agreement.

“Then it is settled.” Mon tells the room “Captain Andor and a crew will leave in two days to investigate the Genoshian factory, Senator [Y/L/N] you may continue with your relationship with Captain Andor as long as it does not interfere with either of your work and General Draven you will drop this nonsense with Senator [Y/L/N] and apologize to her when our meeting is finished. DO I make myself clear?”

“Yes Mon” The room says in unison.

“Good, now what’s next on the agenda?”

"How was the council meeting? Anything I need to know?" Cassian asks with a grin.

"The usual. What missions, who to send them on-oh- and General Draven saw us making out behind your U-Wing a couple days ago.” You smirk down at him as he holds one of your hands in his. He plants a tender kiss to the back as you grip his other arm. "I told you someone would’ve seen us ther-aaahhhhhhh" You moan out the last part as he jams his hips up into yours. You drop down your head with a whimper.

"Mi amor, if you’re going to top then you need to move." he winks. You start to bounce on him, creating a slow, soft pace. Cassian groans, watching you with half lidded eyes. “Mmmnn rougher."

“As you command it my captain.” You smirk, pressing your hands flat to his chest for balance and moving your hips at a rougher pace. He groans, tilting his head back slightly. You feel two hands grip your hips and in one swift motion, flips you both. You look up to Cassian’s lust filled eyes as he starts to thrust into you.

Cassian wraps your hair around one of his fists and tugs your head aside. He leans down and starts to hotly kiss along you neck while his stubble scratches against your skin. He sucks a couple marks along your throat. You close your eyes, biting back a moan.

“I want to hear you [Y/N].” He purrs in your ear, making you whimper.

The sounds of your moans and skin slapping skin fill the room as Cassian’s thrusting becomes quicker. He feels your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to you. You wrap your arms around his neck bringing him into a kiss. Cassian kisses back roughly, running his hands through your hair as his teeth tug on your bottom lip.

Your eyes flutter shut as you moan, taking in every sensation the captain was giving you. He angels his thrusts to hit your sweet spot while one of his hands trails down your chest. It stops at your clit, pressing rough circles into it. You throw your head back into the pillows, moaning his name loudly.

“Are you close, mi amor?” He pants, his thrust becoming more erratic by the second.

“Oh gods yes” You whimper, holding onto him for dear life as your near the edge. Cassian pulls you back into another heated kiss, thrusting into you as fast as he can. You moan against his lips as your orgasm rockets through you. You break away and fall back into the pillows, gripping Cassian’s shoulders as waves of pleasure course through you.

He feels your walls tighten around him, sending him to his own orgasm. He thrusts into you as deep as he can, grinding against you and cumming not even a few seconds later. Cassian pulls out slowly. You ignore the warm trails of cum sliding out of you and against your inner thighs, laying back into the bed.

Cassian flops next to you, pulling you in to cuddle. You snuggle closely into him, smiling to yourself.

“So, if everyone on the council knows about us then that means we can stop hiding, yes?” he asks quietly, pressing light kisses to the top of your head.

You nod in agreement. ”Yes.”

if you don’t know or forgot: Draven is the guy who told Cassian to kill Galen in RO. He seemed like a dick so thats why hes a dick in this :’)

Tagging: @shayara @raypclmer (holly, my sis, im tagging you bc you like fics and sin :’) )

#cassian andor x reader #cassian andor imagine #my fics

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fanfic-shiz · 8 years

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Weak- Cassian Andor (Part Two)

Pairing: Cassian Andor/OC

Warnings: SMUT FOR DAYS

A/N: This literally took me hours, lol. I’m not even ashamed, I just hope it turned out aright since I’m not normally a smut writer. Also– ft. alternate ending for Rogue One but fair warning, it’s still mildly depressing. It’s not fluff, it’s not angst…it’s like…flangst. I’m also a huge hopeless, romantic sap. Okay I’m done waffling now. #fixitfic2k17

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Cassian’s grip was tight around my shoulders as we watched the world around us fade away. Fear clutched my heart in a cold, iron grip, making it feel as if my blood had turned to ice. The three of us exchanged worried looks, Cass slung in-between Jyn and I, too weak to stand on his own. Hopelessness began to replace the triumph I had felt only moments before, until I heard the sweet sound of a ship engine. I craned my neck and heard a relieved laugh escape Jyn as a rebel fighter ship lowered itself onto the beach and hovered over the sand. Inside, several rebel fighters were watching frantically at us and I knew we had maybe seconds before Scarif was gone.

Cassian grunted in pain as I helped him climb into the ship, two other pairs of hands reaching from inside to pull him him. Jyn and I followed, hopping in just as the pilot began to pull away from the beach. My entire body ached with exhaustion, but it was nothing compared to the state of my heart as I looked around the ship and saw no other familiar face. I tugged on the sleeve of the nearest rebel fighter. He leaned toward me, turning his head to hear my voice over the road of the engines.

“Did you find anyone else?” I shouted. In my heart, I already what his answer would be. I could feel the loss of my companions. I wasn’t sure how, but I just knew…they were gone.

The soldier pulled back and I saw the sympathy in his eyes as he shook his head. I squeezed my eyes shut and dropped my chin to my chest. Bhodi, Chirrut, Baze…K2. All of them gone. It suddenly didn’t feel fair that I was still breathing. That I was still there, alive. I clung to the fact that my friends had died for something good. Something great. Something that would hopefully save the lives of thousands.

I inhaled deeply and opened my eyes, looking out of the ship’s window and toward the horizon. A brilliant, white light cascaded across the landscape. It rushed over the open water like a deadly fog, destroying everything it touched. As we flew higher and higher, I could only watch as the Empire’s weapon consumed the entire planet. The colors mixed together like a watercolor painting…oranges, whites, blues, yellows, browns. How could something so dangerous look so beautiful? It was yet another reminder of how far the Empire would go to get what they wanted. They were willing to sacrifice all their prized data, the lives of their own, just to stop us. A merciless, selfish act. One that had cost my friends their lives and had almost cost me my own.

I felt a sudden weight on my thigh and glanced down to see Cassian, resting his head in my lap. Without thinking, I threaded my fingers through his dark hair. Relief swept through me. He was alive, and he was here. It wasn’t too long ago that I had thought I had lost him. My heart had cracked as I watched him fall from the data tower and been forced to leave his crumpled form behind. He made me promise that morning, as we stepped onto the stolen ship. He had pulled me aside and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear and made me promise that no matter what happened, I would stay with Jyn. That I would help her finish the mission. When I saw him again, standing behind Krennic, my knees had buckled. I swore to myself then and there that I would never leave his side again. It was a vow I intended to keep.

My fingers continued to absentmindedly comb through his hair, as if to keep reminding myself that he was real. I felt his gaze on me and glanced down at him. Our eyes locked, my pulse jumping. When he looked at me the way he was now, it felt like we were having a wordless conversation…our eyes speaking volumes without the need for actual words. My fingers lightly traced the lines and plains of his face, over the crinkles at the corners of his eyes, across his cheek bones, and skimmed his perfected lips. I wanted to memorize him, to know every inch of him and commit him to memory. After today, I was so afraid to lose him. More than ever.

I swallowed hard over the lump in my throat. Cassian must’ve seen the change in my expression. He grabbed my hand, interlacing his fingers through mine. I glanced at our intertwined hands, then back to him. I wanted to lean over and kiss him, but maintained myself control. We were surrounded by others. Not to mention, he had made it clear the night before that this was something that could never be. It was the perfect kind of torture, to be so close to someone and know you would never have them.

Cassian pulled our hands to his chest and I felt the thrum of his heart beneath his shirt. His eyes fluttered shut after a moment. With my free hand, I went back to stroking his hair as his breathing grew deep and even. I turned to look out the window once again as we left behind a ruined world, and with it, some of the greatest men I had ever known.

When we landed back at the base, we were greeted by a swarm of cheering rebels. I could heard them chanting for Rogue One, for the spies that had done what no one else had dared to do. A tentative smile tugged at one side of my mouth, though my heart still felt so heavy. The engine was cut and a team of med-droids appeared at the ship’s door. Cassian’s hand slipped from my own as they lowered him onto a gurney. I moved to follow, but they were swallowed up in the crowd. Jyn and I exchanged hesitant expressions, and I knew she was feeling the same complicated mix of emotions as I was. We had done it, but the cost had been so great. I was silently thankful then, that at least their memories would live on through us. They would never be faceless or nameless to me.

My limbs felt like lead as I was jostled through the crowd, patted on the back and pulled into hugs by strangers. I let their happiness and relief wash over me, the joy on their faces reminding me of the good we had done. I let it erase my guilt just a little. Finally, I was able to slip away from the celebration unnoticed. I met Jyn’s eyes from across the room and she acknowledged me with a nod. I had a feeling she knew exactly where I was going. I didn’t go back to my quarters to shower or change, and instead went straight to the med ward at the center of the base.

The heavy metal door was closed. I hit the buzzer with my thumb, not once but twice. Rocking back on my heels, impatience running high, the door finally slid open to reveal one of the sleek, chrome med-droids.

“May I help you?” it asked, in its stilted robotic voice.

“I need to see Cassian Anodr. Please, I need to know if he’s alright,” I said in a rush, trying to step around the droid. It immediately shot out a metal arm, blocking my way.

A disgruntled sigh escaped me. “Please?” I asked again.

“Captain Andor is currently recovering from his injuries inside a bacta tank. He will be on bed rest until further notice,” the droid responded.

A bacta tank? I wondered just how bad his injuries were. I leaned against the doorframe. “What’s wrong with him?”

“It is against my programming to break patient confidentiality.”

I let the droid’s answer wash over me, and felt a ting of annoyance. “Fine, fine. Just tell me…is he alright?”

“Yes,” The droid answered, and I swore I heard a hint of impatience in its voice. “You should accept medical attention as well. Perhaps you would step inside and—“

I shook my head, automatically taking a step back. “No, no. I’m fine. I just…I just need to rest. I’ll be fine.” The last thing I wanted was a team of med-droids fussing over me, poking and prodding with their cold, metallic hands.

“Very well. Good evening.” Formal as ever, the droid turned its back and closed the door in my face. I stood there for a moment longer, blinking at the door, before pivoting on my heel and heading for my quarters.

Everything felt so surreal. Like I was having some sort of hallucination, or incredibly vivid dream. I wandered aimlessly down the quarters, getting turned around several times in my exhausted state, before finding my own room. I pressed my palm against the scanner and the door slid open. Inside, everything was just the way I had left it that morning. The blankets on the bed were pushed back, as if I had just climbed out only moments before. Discarded clothes littered the ground, and a dark green jacket was draped over the back of the desk chair. There was even still a half filled glass of water sitting on the nightstand.

It was so…normal. Yet inside, nothing about me felt like it would be normal ever again. Not only because of what we had done today on Scarif, but because of the secret kiss Cassian and I had exchanged in the ship in the dead of night. When I closed my eyes, I could still see him there, leaning against the wall with his head hung low, like a man in pain. After almost losing him today, after almost dying myself, it felt even more of a waste. How could he not see we were better together than apart?

I needed sleep. I needed to shut my brain off for a while so I wouldn’t think so much. I stripped out of my dirty, battle worn clothing and threw it into a bin the corner. I jumped into the shower and let the hot water run over me until it turned cold. It was with clean clothes and damp hair that I finally crawled underneath the covers and turned to face the blank, metal wall. I closed my eyes and willed myself not to think of anything at all. But damn it if the last thing I didn’t see before sleep swept me away was a familiar pair of warm, brown eyes and a rare, teasing smile.

It felt like I had just fallen asleep when a knock at the door awoke me. I sat with a start, heart pounding. My sheets were twisted around my legs and I blinked in the heavy darkness, struggling to pull myself out of slumber and back into reality. The knock came again and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, looking toward the doors. I had no way of knowing what time it was, but it had to be late. I felt a tinge of worry as I stumbled out of bed. I hit the button and the door opened with a soft ‘whoosh’. My heart leapt into my throat when I saw him standing on the other side.

Cassian offered me a small, sheepish smile. His hair was tousled with sleep, but his eyes looked alert. My pulse stumbled at the sight of him, standing there barefoot in a simple pair of brown pants and a tan shirt. My gaze swept over the rest of him, but he seemed perfectly alright. I let my shoulders sag a little. Thank god.

“I know it’s late,” he began softly, leaning one shoulder against the doorway. “But I needed to see you. I needed reminding that you’re alright.” The breath was stolen from my lungs as he reached out and pressed his warm palm to my cheek, as if making sure I was really there.

I fought the urge to lean into his touch, to close the space between us. Instead, I offered him a small smile in return and stepped back, holding the door open. “You better get in here. You’re supposed to be on bed rest.”

I caught him rolling his eyes before he stepped into the room, walking inside and sitting on the edge of the bed. I flicked on the light of the adjacent bathroom, giving me just enough of a glow to see him sitting there, watching me. It wasn’t new, him being there. Countless times we had visited one another’s rooms, laying side by side and talking, sometimes even laughing, as we reminisced on our childhoods and daydreamed about how one day the world might be different. Something about this felt so different, though. I felt the same raw tension as I had in the ship the night before, the same magnetic pull between us.

I’m fine, I don’t need bed rest,” he mumbled, running a hand through his hair. I followed the movement, watching as his hand fell into his lap. I was hesitant to get any closer, unsure if I could keep my hands to myself. I knew how odd I looked hovering near the door, though, so I sighed softly and dropped down onto the bed next to him. Our shoulders gently bumped.

“You alright?” he asked after a moment of silence.

I nodded. “I think so…I don’t know, Cass. I think I’m alright as I can be right now.”

“I know how you feel.” There was another silence, filled with unspoken words and hesitation. I scooted closer to him against my better judgement and dropped my head onto his shoulder. He grabbed my hand, covering it with both of his much larger ones. I bit my tongue, unsure of what to say. Unsure of what not to say. I was so irrevocably in love with him.

“I almost lost you today,” I finally said quietly.

I heard him let out a soft sigh before he turned, brushing his lips over the top of my head. “I know…I almost lost you too,” he murmured against my hair before resting his cheek there. “It made me think about what you said last night.” I felt my heart still inside my chest, hardly daring to take a breath for fear of shattering the moment. I swallowed hard but said nothing. “About not wasting the time we had…You were right. I don’t know why I’ve been fighting this so hard when you are everything I want.”

His words made everything feel even more dream-like, and I hardly dared to believe what I was hearing. After all this time, all these years…He shifted on the bed, angling his body to face me and I raised my head from his shoulder. He cupped my face in both his hands, his dark eyes boring into mine. “I’m in love with you. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything…”

“Cassian…” I whispered, and it was as if I had suddenly lost my ability to form words. He leaned his forehead against mind, our breaths mingling. I closed my eyes, pressing my palms to his chest.

“Tell me you love me. Tell me you want me and I’ll never let you out of my sight,” he whispered, his words barely audible over the pounding of my heart.

It suddenly felt hard to breathe, like my lungs were gasping for air. My mind had gone blank, wiped clean by his touch and by his words. God, I’d been waiting years for this. For him. He was crazy if he thought I could ever not love him.

“You know I do. More than anything. I love you, Cass.”

I felt his fingers sliding through my hair before one of his hands ran down my spine, resting on the small of my back and pushing me closer to him. “Tell me again.”

I smiled a little, despite myself. “I love you, Cassian Andor.”

The barely audible groan that escaped him made my breath hitch. Without warning, he pressed his mouth to mine. His kiss was rough and sure, without hesitation or uncertainty. I gripped his shirt tightly in my fists, pressing myself closer to him. His tongue slipped in between my lips, like he was breathing new life into me. It was slow and deep. So achingly slow and filled with a passion I had never felt before in my entire life. It made every inch of me feel alive, like electricity was coursing through me. And all he was doing was kissing me.

His hands found my hips, guiding me into his lap without breaking the kiss. I rested one leg on either side of his waist, my hands sliding over his shoulders, following the curve of his neck before cradling the back of his head.

I pressed myself against him, vanishing any remaining space between us. Even then, it still didn’t feel close enough. I wanted to lose myself in him, to forget about everything and anything else that existed outside my bedroom walls. With the way that he was touching me, fingers splayed beneath my ribcage, gripping me tightly, he could easily make me forget my own name. His hands slid to my waist, my stomach tightening with anticipation as he inched my shirt up my torso. He broke the kiss, both of us struggling to catch our breath. I opened my eyes and we locked gazes. I could see the question behind his smoldering gaze and I nodded my head.

He pulled his lower lip in-between his teeth, in nervousness or excitement, or maybe both. I lifted both arms in the air and let him lift my shirt up and over my head. He tossed it to the floor where it was quickly forgotten. My cheeks flushed as his Cassian’s eyes drank in my newly exposed skin, reminding me of the way an artist might study a canvas.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he murmured, leaning forward to press a kiss to the hollow of my throat. He didn’t stop there, though, and continued kissing his way down my chest, his mouth featherlight against my skin. My breathing became more and more shallow, and the second his mouth covered one of my breasts, my head fell back and my eyes fell shut. The softest of moans escaped me and Cassian’s hands tightened on my waist. For a moment, I was lost. Dizzy. Unable to pull myself down from the high.

His perfect mouth continued to work over me and I began tugging at his shirt, wanting it off, gone, far away so I could feel his skin against mine. He finally seemed to get the point and gave in, detaching his lips from me so I could pull his shirt off. The second it was gone, I pressed my palm to his chest. I could feel his heart pounding furiously, matching my own heart’s frantic beating. I slid my palm down over his muscled abdomen until I reached the waistband of his pants. He thought I was beautiful? I wondered if he ever looked at himself. Tan skin stretched across taught muscles, nicked with scars and freckles. Every inch of him perfect. My eyes flickered to his eyes and I struggled for something to say, something to express the way I felt. When nothing came, I pressed myself against him and kiss him, letting the heat of his skin meld against mine.

My body seemed to take on a mind of its own then, hips rocking against his. I felt a shock of pleasure ripple through me, pushing me closer to the edge but not nearly close enough. I gripped his shoulders in my hands, grinding my center against him despite the layers of clothing between us. I whimpered against his mouth as his hand slipped between our bodies, his palm sliding over my chest. My hips involuntarily bucked against him as his thumb brushed my nipple. I knew he could make me come undone right then and there if he wanted to. He could reduce me to nothing more than a puddle with just his hands and his mouth.

I realized I wasn’t the only one who was having trouble breathing. Cassian’s breath was shaky against my lips as he pulled away. “Slow down, love,” he said in a gruff voice. “Let me take my time with you.”

His arm tightened around my waist then as he shifted, picking me up and laying me flat against the mattress. His legs went on either side of me, holding himself up on his forearms and keeping just enough space between us to drive me insane. He brushed his lips over my forehead, then my cheek, my nose, my chin, kissing every part of me but my lips.

“I want to remember every second of this for as long as I live,” he continued in that same low, husky tone. “You don’t know how long I’ve imagine what it would be like…” He began kissing his way down my neck again and over my collar bone. “To undress you. To kiss every single inch of you.” He began a trail of kisses between my breasts. “To figure out all the right ways to make you come undone.”

My stomach clenched as his lips ghosted across my navel. He tugged the waistband of my shorts down just enough to kiss my bare hip, reducing me to a panting mess beneath him. I tugged at his pants, going for the button but he suddenly grabbed my wrists and pinned them both next to my head. I heard him chuckle and my eyes flew open to see him smiling at me, eyes heavy with want and adoration.

“Slow down,” he repeated gently. “Let me drive you crazy first, so you know exactly how you’ve been making me feel all these years.”

I let out a huff of frustration that only succeeded and making him laugh again. It only spurred my impatience. “Cassian, please.” It came out as a breathy whine.

He responded by pressing his lips to mine in a soft, gentle kiss. My wrists were suddenly free and he resumed his trail of kisses. I felt him hook his finger beneath the waistband of my bottoms and in one smooth, motion, he was dragging both my shorts and my panties down my thighs. I didn’t have time to feel self-conscious about suddenly being completely naked in front of him for the very first time. He was already distracting me, kissing my inner thigh and sending a shiver running down my spine.

He settled himself between my legs, his large hands grabbing onto my hips and pressing them into the mattress. His kissed his way up the apex of my thigh and I lifted my head, unable to resist watching. His eyes met mine, the predatory glint I saw there making my heart feel as if it might break free from my chest and escape. Then I felt his mouth on my center. My reaction was instant, my back arching and his name leaving my mouth in a ragged whisper.

My head fell back against the pillow, my chest heaving as his tongue worked some kind of miracle on me. He teased me and tormented me, heat pooling in the pit of my abdomen as he explored me without abandon. Staying still seemed impossible, but his fingers dug into my hips, giving me no chance for escape. I couldn’t remember ever being so worked up before, my hands twisting in the sheets as sounds left my mouth I never knew I was capable of making. My stomach tightened, every nerve in my body singing. I tangled my fingers in his hair, encouraging him.

Tiny little whimpers fell from my lips like rain drops. Just as I felt myself dangerously teetering on that precipice, the heat of his mouth was gone. My legs, all but useless, fell open around him. He nuzzled my stomach, placing soft, delicate kisses against my skin as he crawled over top of me. I was sure I looked a wreck, trembling beneath him, wanting him so badly it hurt.

“Cassian,” I moaned, reaching for the button on his pants once again. I could feel how much he wanted me through the fabric, and it was like throwing fuel on an already blazing fire. This time, he let me have what I wanted.

I unsnapped the button and slipped my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around him. He groaned, eyes slamming shut. I felt something like a bit of pride, amazed that it was me who was making him feel this way. My impatience continued to grow and I pushed his pants and briefs down the rest of the way until there was nothing but skin between us. I couldn’t take it anymore, my need for him so intense it was hard to think straight.

“You’re making me crazy,” I heard myself say.

“Likewise,” he murmured. “You have no idea.”

We were a mess of teasing hands and mouths, but somehow through the haze, I managed to lean over and rummage through the nightstand drawer. I pressed the square package into his hand, the heat of his body momentarily vanished as he ripped it open. Then he was back, his body covering mine and pressing into me. My hands moved to his waist, encouraging him as he captured my mouth in a breathless kiss. One of his forearms rested next to my head, his other hand curling around my thigh. I felt him tease my entrance.

“Oh,” the moan tumbled from my mouth as shocks of pleasure rolled through me.

Cassian nuzzled my neck, his breath warm against my ear. “Don’t stop making those sounds, for the love of god.”

He pushed himself inside me. I gasped against his mouth, my arms locking tightly around his neck. He stayed perfectly still for a moment, both of us struggling to catch our breaths as we looked at one another.

He brushed his nose against mine, his mouth ghosting across my lips. “I love you,” he breathed.

My heart swelled. “I love you too.”

He gave an experimental thrust of his hips and a groan escaped him, his eyes falling shut. With careful, controlled movements, he pulled out of me almost all the way only to slide back in with tantalizing slowness. I moaned, wondering how anything could feel so good. I locked my legs around his waist, sliding my hands over his shoulders and down his muscled back. I loved the feeling of his muscles contracting beneath his skin, I loved the way he moved against me with deep, even thrusts that made me shudder underneath him. I loved the way that he was trembling, his lips parted ever so slightly as our uneven breathing mingled in my dark bedroom. I wanted to close my eyes, to lose myself in the feeling but I couldn’t look away, memorized by the perfect expression on his handsome face. For a few, agonizingly perfect minutes, we moved together in a slow, even rhythm, each dip of his hips coaxing a soft moan from my lips.

I was breaking into piece beneath him, losing myself in him completely. If there was anyway to stay in this moment forever, to somehow freeze it so I could go back to it whenever the rest of the world went dark, I would. There were no walls or barricades between us any longer, his caution nowhere to be found. He was whispering something in my ear, maybe in another language, or maybe I was too far gone to understand what he was saying. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but how he was making me feel.

All at once, everything seemed to speed up again. Cassian sat up, sitting back on his knees and pulling my hips to him. The position allowed him to hit a new spot, deeper inside me, but I craved the closeness, the heat of his skin. I pushed himself up, wrapping my arms around his neck with my legs still on either side of him. Something about it was so incredibly intimate, the way our hips moved against one another in sloppy, uneven pulses, the way our torsos rubbed together slicked with sweat, and the way he suddenly couldn’t stop kissing me as if his life depended on it. My core brushed against him with each movement and I felt myself falling, the heat inside me turning into an inferno until it engulfed me. I buried my face in his neck, twisting my fingers into his hair. I cried out his name as he wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. And then I was floating back down, heart pounding, head in a dizzy daze.

Cassian grunted, losing his rhythm. He thrust into me once, twice more before my name tumbled from his lips. I clung to him tightly as he rode out his own climax, burying his fingers in my hair. When it was over, we stayed that way for a few, lingering moments. He turned his head and kissed my neck, before finding my lips and giving me the kind of kiss that made butterflies swarm inside my stomach. He gently lowered us back to the bed, and we both laid on our sides so we were facing one another. We were both flushed, unable to stop grinning. He reached out and smoothed back my damp hair.

“Just think,” I finally said, breaking the silence. “All these years, we could’ve been doing that.”

“I know, I really dropped the ball on that one.” He wrinkled his nose adorably. “Forgive me?”

I pretended to look thoughtful about it. “I suppose…you sure do have a lot of lost time to make up for, though. You kept me waiting quite a long time, you know.”

At that, a familiar mischievous shine appeared in his eye. “I think we have a long, long night ahead of us then.” He leaned in and nipped at my lower lip. “If that’s alright with you.”

“So much more than alright with that.” I sighed happily.

He laughed, the sound sending a thrill through me. The room grew quiet once again as we watched one another, sharing yet another one of our silent conversations. “I meant what I said earlier, you know. I’ll never leave your side.”

I reached out and brushed my thumb across his lips. “That’s all I want. Now and always…”

He grabbed my hand, pressing his lips to my palm the same way he had in the ship the other night. Though now, the gesture meant something entirely different. “I’ve lost so much sleep over this war…it would be easy to lose myself. You’ve always kept me grounded, reminding me of the man I’m supposed to be. Loving you doesn’t make me weak…it gives me the strength to keep going,” he said, and I swore I couldn’t have loved him more. “You’re the reason I keep fighting for a better world.”

“War or not, I’ve never loved like this,” I said softly, squeezing his hand.

He moved closer, resting his forehead against mine. I could hear the smile in his voice. “I’ll love you the rest of my life, and even then some.” He whispered against my mouth before giving me a slow, lingering kiss.

“Cassian Andor, I couldn’t stop loving you. Even if I tried.”

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