💛 rebelcaptain please 🥺
reunion kiss / relief
He doesn't like it when she's gone.
True, their respective occupations (spies, thieves, saboteurs, rebels) aren't exactly conducive to a thriving domestic life. They carve out pockets here and there, between missions. Moments in his quarters, in the cockpit of his ship. In hidden corridors on Yavin. But Jyn's been assigned to the Pathfinders for this mission, and it was estimated to take about three weeks. That was already four weeks ago, and anxiety has been a low-level hum in the back of Cassian's mind since. He knows that Jyn can take care of herself. Hell, she can take care of herself and the entire team, if it comes down to it. Does it make him selfish or cowardly to hope that it doesn't come down to that? He would take her safe return over a dozen successful missions, if that's not the most terrifying thought. He can count on Bodhi to try to distract him, or Kay to run statistics and data by him; the odds of Jyn's return are "mid-to-high chance of likelihood," as Kay says. That's practically a joyful song by Kay's standards, but nothing will reassure Cassian until Jyn is standing before him, whole and unharmed. He cuts through the hanger, on his way to his quarters to grab a datapad Draven asked for. He's been at loose ends, admittedly, for the last week, doing recoding and updating programming on any droid that needs it, or working out new codes and aliases for other operatives to use. Draven would've sent him on a mission, but Majors don't get sent on anything greater than pure infiltration and retrieval. (Cassian might've refused point blank to go if Jyn wasn't back yet, but he doesn't think he can take it that far. Not yet.) Kay meets him in the corridor just outside his quarters, looming up an iron pillar. "You are expected at a briefing in half an hour." "Half an hour?" Cassian echoes, startled. "I thought it was sooner." "I am not your protocol droid," says Kay sternly. "I only convey the information that is told to me." A patent falsehood, but never mind. "Half an hour, Cassian." Kay stumps down the hallway, as Cassian shakes his head. He trusts Kay's scheduling abilities, but it seems a little odd, and arbitrary for him to insist on this particular time--
He steps into his quarters and stops, the panel sliding shut behind him soundlessly. Jyn is there, in the very process of tossing down her kit bag, turning to face the opening and closing door. She freezes momentarily in surprise, those star-filled eyes widening as she takes him in. "Cass," she says. "I was just coming to find you--" He doesn't even think, he just moves. Surges towards her with no other thought but overwhelming relief, like a bone that's been snapped into place, and pain removed--
He catches her in his arms and kisses her, fiercely glad, and Jyn's arms wrap around his neck in response. He has to nearly lift her off her feet to get their faces level; he doesn't care. He can count on Jyn to wrap her legs around his waist like she's scaling a tree, her hands clenched in his hair. Her mouth tastes like caf and sugar, her hair smells like ozone. It's the safest he's felt in weeks. Finally, the need for breath draws them both apart, and he lowers her down to the ground, their foreheads pressed together. "Welcome home," he tells her quietly, their breath mingling.
"Hi," Jyn says, a little breathless. He tries not to feel too smug about it. "Not that I'm complaining, but what brought this on?"
He manages a little shrug, as they're still wrapped around each other. "I missed you." He says it like a secret, like an oath. "I see," Jyn says softly, nuzzling his cheek with her nose. "Well, according to Tall, Dark and Grumpy out there, we have half an hour. Why don't you show me how much?" He's only too glad to.
