*drops in through the ceiling with Starbucks and some hallowe'en apples ((I think I have the context here correct?))* is it too late to offer my soul for snuggling in an unorthodox location?
Not sure how unorthodox this is, but I hope the snuggling is satisfactory!
The lack of light pollution on this backwater moon makes the Queen’s Necklace meteors brighter than Jyn’s ever seen them before. Streaks of light fall from the Kathol sector in trails of glittering fire.
She doesn’t realize how long she’s been out here and how low the temperature’s dropped until she shivers, and can’t stop. She hugs herself, rubbing her arms briskly, and feels Cassian move up behind her, his solid heat at her back a welcome contrast.
She shakes her head. “Not yet…”
She remembers a night like this on Lah’mu, her mother tracing the bright arcs with her finger and explaining to Jyn what they were. Her father had passed his palm over her head, smoothing her flyaway braids… she shivers again, her teeth chattering despite her attempt to clamp her jaw shut.
Cassian wraps his arms around her, folding her inside his jacket as well as his embrace, and she sighs, leaning back into his blood-heat. His warm chin rests on top of her head and she nearly closes her eyes in contentment—but then she’d miss what she came to see. So she blinks and stares up at the jewelled sky, out into the vast universe, feeling almost like a part of it. As though one day when she and Cassian join those stars it won’t be so bad to be unbound, scattered into eternity.
His arms tighten around her and she curls her hands around his arms, holding them to her. They sit on a crumbling stone plinth with starmaps millennia old carved in its sides and Jyn lets herself nestle into Cassian with her cheek on his chest, her head turned up to the sky. He watches the stars too, and sometimes her; he brushes her hair out of her eyes with a kiss to her temple.
They stay out until they’re cold and damp with dew. Once the peak of the meteor shower passes, Jyn turns her head and drops little kisses along the scratchy bristles of Cassian’s jaw. He rumbles in his chest, a wordless plea for more, so she lifts her mouth and seeks his out in long, breathless, lazy kisses that make her head spin like the galaxy whirling around the planet they’re on.
