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Rebelcaptain Fluffbruary: Day 2
for the prompt "Engagement"
slightly suggestive themes but nothing too over the top
“There you are.”
Cassian found her behind the building next to the dumpsters, smoking a cigarette under the harsh light of the lamppost. Must have made quite the sight, in her heels and thin cocktail dress, full face of makeup, hair styled perfectly.
Normally, she wouldn’t have bothered, but the Organas were rich rich, and Leia may have strongly implied that she needed everything, and everyone, to be perfect tonight. Wedding planning was a bitch, or so Jyn had heard, and she was quite certain she’d never seen Leia so stressed as she was the last few months. From troubles with the venue, Bail’s unexpected heart attack last month (he was fine now, thankfully, but he’d given his family quite the scare), and the caterer canceling just weeks before the wedding, Leia may have been just one more mishap away from calling off the whole thing. And it would have broken Han’s heart, as well as her own; so Jyn sucked it up and played the part of the dutiful bridesmaid as best as she could.
After all, the bride could have whatever she wanted on her big day. And thankfully, the ceremony went off without a hitch, rings and I dos were exchanged, a kiss was shared. Han and Leia officially became husband and wife, and now everyone could relax; let the champagne flow.
“Sorry, just needed some fresh air,” Jyn said as Cassian approached her. She was happy for her friends, but this wasn’t her scene. The ballroom had been stuffy and loud, and full of wealthy guests who made her feel incredibly out of place — for example, Justice Mon Mothma who smiled and talked to her like they knew each other but whose single earring probably cost more than Jyn’s entire outfit altogether.
Jyn was starting to feel like she was going to crawl out of her skin, and when she felt her head begin to throb faintly, she made her escape. Cassian had been chatting with the Damerons when she sneaked out, but she’d been waiting for him to come looking.
He stopped beside her, lips pulling into a frown as his gaze narrowed on the cig between her fingers. She didn’t normally smoke so much these days, but she needed the excuse. “You okay?”
Jyn waved him off. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just don’t like crowds.” Again, happy. It was just a lot.
“Do you wanna go?”
“As the bridesmaid, I don’t think I’m legally allowed.” Her lips curled into a smirk as she dragged her eyes across his body with obvious intention. Damn, he always looked fine in a suit, but the dark blue color was a nice touch. She’d been itching to get her hands on him all day. “But you know, a quickie would help. There’s no one else around.”
He barked a laugh. “Next to the dumpster? I don’t think so.”
“Aw, you’re no fun,” she pouted.
He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms as he watched her. Jyn stubbed out her cig before joining him, close enough that their arms brushed.
“It’s a lot, isn’t it?”
“It’s exhausting,” she admitted with an exhale. “I’d never do this.”
Cassian tensed up next to her, a frown twitching on his lips. Jyn wasn’t sure what to make of the tight look on his face.
“Never?”
“God no!” she scoffed. “The pressure for everything to be perfect, the money you practically throw out the window, everyone’s eyes on you, everyone trying to talk to you. Hell, the planning alone... The whole thing sounds like a nightmare.”
Realization dawned on his face, and his posture relaxed a bit. “You’re talking about the party.”
“Well, yes,” she said slowly, unsure what he thought she meant. “I’d elope, ideally.”
“I can see that,” he nodded, and she could practically hear him overthinking as he sucked his lower lip into his mouth, gazing at her with a strange expression. Then he quirked his eyebrows at her with a playful spark, though she could still see the nerves he was trying to disguise. “But you know, traditionally, one would need someone to elope with. Have anyone in mind?”
Jyn stared at him for a long second. The shy little smile pulling at his lips, the hopeful hesitation in his eyes, the nervous energy as he waited for an answer.
He didn’t mean what she thought he meant, did he?
“Cassian, don’t fuck with me,” she said slowly, seriously.
All traces of humor evaporated from his face as he curled a hand around her waist and pulled her to his chest. “Elope with me, Jyn Erso.”
Her hands sought purchase on his shoulder, then in his hair, drifting lower to caress his cheek. A strange laugh bubbled out of her.
“Leia and Han will be mad if we upstage them,” she said, but there was no heart in it.
“Nobody has to know,” he murmured and leaned closer like he was going to kiss her, but when she tried to close the gap, he pulled away. Just a little — his mouth still hovered inches away as he pressed his forehead to hers. Jyn’s eyes fluttered closed. “Chirrut, Baze, Bodhi, Kay… That’s all we need. We’ll tell everyone else later.”
She pulled him down for a kiss, unable to stop herself anymore. He didn’t protest, cradling her cheek like she was something precious as she lost herself in him for a few seconds.
“Okay,” she said with a bright smile when she pulled away.
“Okay?” he raised his eyebrows, his tone teasing. “That’s all I get? Just okay?”
“You proposed to me next to the dumpsters,” she pointed out, jerking her head towards said dumpsters. And after refusing to fuck her next to it too… The hypocrisy.
He barked out a laugh and leaned in to press another kiss to her lips, almost like he couldn’t help it. “Fair enough. I’m sorry it wasn’t terribly romantic.”
“Don’t care,” she sighed into his mouth, then peppered his cheek and jaw with little kisses, clutching at his shoulders, unable to stop touching him. “Don’t need romantic as long as it’s you.”
“Now that’s very romantic,” he teased, but his eyes were warm and full of wonder, and she felt like she could get high on it. How she would go back to the wedding without anyone noticing that something was different, she had no idea. She’d never given a shit about weddings or marriage, had never fantasized about it as a little girl, and yet…
Every single atom of her wanted to be with Cassian forever. Wanted to tie her life to his, bind their hearts, merge their souls. Wanted to become one with him and turn to stardust together.
Marriage could never properly convey what she and Cassian shared, but humankind has yet to invent a way to actually bind your soul to someone’s, so it was the next best thing.
“We should go back,” Cassian murmured, but he didn’t much seem like he wanted to. His fingers carded through her hair, caressing her cheek, occasionally stealing a kiss.
“Mhmm. Think about that quickie though,” she breathed into his mouth.
He shook his head at her and gave her another kiss that stole her breath. “Jyn, trust me, a quickie won’t cut it right now. Unless you want the whole wedding party to hear you scream my name.”
Recognizing a defeat when she saw one, Jyn finally stepped out of his embrace, but not without giving him a sly smirk. “Big talk, Andor. Better be certain you can deliver on that.”
“Oh, I’m pretty certain.”
He reached for her to link their hands together as they walked back to the reception, and warmth spread like honey in her chest, slowly but surely. She couldn’t wait to do this for the rest of her life.
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