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silver-pieces · 1 year

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prisoners

Pairing: Cassian Andor x fem!reader

Word Count: Almost 8.7k

Synopsis: You never expected to find your soulmate here.

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, smut (unprotected p in v sex, slight breeding kink), physical pain & trauma, depression, nightmares, prison, prison labour, open sea & dark water

A/N: For the prompt ‘Nightmare/Soulmark’ in Andor Bingo, created by @sw-andor This fic features major spoilers for Andor S1. Keef = Cassian. Divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics.

“What’s she doin’ ‘ere?”

“I think that’s obvious.”

“Yeah but, she’s a woman.”

“What do they care? Man, woman, we’re all just slaves - ”

“Oi! Table five.” Kino barks from behind you. He stalks over, meeting everyone’s eyes with a glare. “Is there a problem?”

“Yeh’ve given us a woman,” the redhead says. “No offence, love, but why are you here? Shouldn’t you be with the other birds?”

“Shut it,” Kino growls. “It doesn’t matter why she’s here. She is. Now stop wasting my time and get back to work. Unless you want to get fried.”

Your feet shift nervously at the memory. Hot, electric pain. Everyone else stiffens too, a shared sense of dread filling the sterile air.

He takes you by the shoulders and pushes you towards one of the men. “Keef.”

A man with dark hair and even darker eyes looks up at the sound of his name, his gaze falling on you as he pauses mid-crank.

Your lips part, and your gaze lingers on the sight of his sleeves rolled up, his arms tensing with each push so hard, that, in any other circumstance, you might find it appealing.

“Show her the ropes.” Kino lowers his voice to a menacing growl. “And make sure she understands what’s at stake.”

The man gives him a subtle nod.

“You’re down four now, boys,” Kino says, his gaze shifting to you, “... and girl. No more distractions. Let’s get this done!”

They get back to work - a synchronised effort that you struggle to follow, only adding to the chaos happening around you. There are lasers and cranks and drills and pieces of machinery that they have to manually fit together. And the sounds are overwhelming - hardened voices overlapping with the whirring and clanking of the machines.

“I’m Jemboc,” the older one next to Keef says. “This is Ham, Xaul, Melshi, and Taga.” He goes around the table, pointing at each one.

You say your name in return, but it comes out feeble, your throat still not working properly. Xaul, the redhead, pins you with a look. Melshi mutters something to himself, shaking his head.

“Here,” Keef grunts to get your attention, beckoning you to his side. There's a lilt to his voice that pleases your ears. “Watch what I do closely. You have to pull your weight around here, or we all get fried, you understand?”

You manage to nod.

He removes the crank from the machinery and sets it aside, his hands moving deftly from one task to the next. You’re drawn to his hands, the display of skill and strength sending heat down your spine. His brows are lowered, his gaze focused.

Each part requires something different - to pull, crank, lift, reach, press, load. It's heavy labour, but he proves himself more than capable.

"It's easy once you get into the swing of things," Jemboc's voice taking you out of your trance as he steps beside you.

"Right.” You’re not sure you want to get into the swing of things.

The older man frowns at you, but there's a kindness in his eyes.

"Are you getting it?" Keef growls to you as he lifts his hands and backs away from the table.

You nod.

He draws near and ducks his head down, a patient look in his eyes. "Any questions, you can just ask me."

Your heart flutters. Heat rises to your face, though you're not sure why. "Thanks."

With a nod, he turns back to the table and starts loading alongside the others, letting you stand by his side and watch.

No more words are exchanged apart from the occasional barked order from the others - push!, lift!, and hands away!

They get more frantic as time passes. Kino calls something out and your table groans in response.

You realise that they're falling behind.

Get back to work. Unless you want to get fried. Shit. There is no way you're taking that punishment again if you can help it.

Stomach in knots, you step up beside Keef. "I've seen enough, let me help."

He eyes you, a muscle feathering in his jaw, before handing you the crank. As your hand closes around it, he mutters, "Be careful."

A shiver runs down your spine. His voice is low and smooth and it does something to your body that momentarily distracts you from this hell.

Hesitantly, you take the crank from his grip and fasten it to the piece of machinery.

"Table five, your productivity levels are unacceptable. Proceed to the centre of the room and remain on program."

The soles of your feet tingle with each step on the floor. Your head is spinning, heart pounding, mouth drier than a desert.

The others at your table stand with you in the centre of the floor. For a second, you allow yourself a glance over at Keef.

He’s staring straight forward, a dead look in his eyes, but the tiniest shuddering expanse of his chest betrays his fear.

You close your eyes and wait.

No no no no no no no no no -

It slices through your body and your muscles seize with pain. A cry escapes your lips. Your knee hits the floor painfully hard as your legs give way, and the cries of the others violates your ears, inescapable.

It's over in seconds, but it feels like hours.

Your lungs draw ragged breaths. Tears leak from your eyes, and you wipe them away before anyone sees.

Stand. The others are already getting up - you need to follow, quickly, before they decide to punish you again. But your legs are too weak.

A familiar outstretched hand enters your vision.

Your gaze trails up the veins in his forearm, to the sleeves bunched up over his biceps. "Come on," Keef urges softly. "You have to get up."

With all your willpower, you reach up and grab him by the forearm, his hand closing around the inner side of your forearm, bracing you there to help you up.

"Ah!" you hiss, pulling away as a sudden burning sensation flares where his hand touches you.

“Shit!” He grits out, exchanging a confused look with you, and then looks down at his own arm, where you touched him.

Your breath halts as you see it - the symbol burned into your skin, on the inner side of your upper forearm. It’s a simple slashing of lines, but the meaning it carries is far more significant - a soulmark.

He’s staring at the same symbol on his own skin in stunned silence.

“Keef,” you breathe.

Then the deep warped voice of the prison interrupts.

“Prisoners on program. Proceed to your quarters.”

He takes one frantic look at you, and then turns his head forward, following the prison directive and raising his hands behind his head on program. The sleeve, you noticed, he pulls down to hide the mark.

You quickly do the same, assuming the position, even though every fibre of your being is flooded with shock.

As you file through the doors with the others, you can barely hear anything over the pounding of your own ears. Your mind struggles to make sense of what just happened, let alone process everything else that’s happened to you in the last twenty-four hours.

Keef falls in line behind you.

Instantly, you feel his eyes on you, the heat prickling at the back of your neck.

The line of prisoners shuffles along through a long corridor, passing the night shift, stopping and starting up again until you're at your quarters.

"Jemboc, give her the orientation," Kino directs the older man, before leaving you behind to deal with another group of men.

Jemboc turns to you. "Come on, I'll show you your cell."

As he takes you down through the hallway, you see Keef emerge out of the corner of your eye, and when he reaches his own cell, so do you. Directly opposite from each other.

Your eyes meet.

Stars. Finding a soulmate is rare, practically unheard of for most. But he’s here, and the mark is burned into your flesh, still throbbing with fresh pain as you run your fingers over it.

Jemboc starts explaining what the lights on the floor mean, but you can’t seem to take your eyes off of Keef, raking your gaze over his tense form, brown hair mussed and grown out, dark eyes you could lose yourself in, even as you listen to Jemboc listing all the various rules.

“You understand?” Jemboc asks you.

Not really. “Yes,” you reply with a nod, dragging your eyes away.

“What are you in for, anyway?”

“Loitering.” You’ve grown numb to the anger.

“I see.” Jemboc pats you on the shoulder. “You’ll be okay, sister. We all will be, soon.”

“Hey!” The bark of another prisoner cuts him off.

It’s Xaul, pushing past the others, stalking towards you with a deadly glare.

You take a step back on instinct, and Jemboc folds his arms defensively, but it’s Keef who gets in his way.

With a growl, he pushes off the wall, getting in Xaul’s face before he can reach you. “What’s your problem, huh?” he growls. “You’re scaring her.”

Xaul growls, jabs his finger in your direction, and shifts his glare to Jemboc. “Not her.”

They exchange unreadable glances.

Jemboc scowls and takes him by the shoulder, leading him out of earshot from you. The two of them begin talking in low, urgent tones, Xaul shooting you another glare.

Your hands curl into fists at your side.

Hesitantly, Keef turns to you, his head ducked low in sincerity. “Are you okay?” he asks, his voice coming out softer than you’ve heard before.

“No,” you say, even as warmth fills you at the concern in his devastatingly brown eyes. Stars, but the sight of him pleases you. “I think we need to talk.”

“Agreed,” he nods, holding his forearm with his other hand, his eyes briefly glancing down, “but we don’t have the time or the privacy in here.”

You draw nearer. “How long is left on your sentence?”

“No,” he shakes his head, “That doesn’t matter anymore.”

“I don’t understand.”

His eyes dart to Xaul and Jemboc. “I wish I could tell you. I - ” he cuts himself off as the floor lights start flashing.

In seconds, the hall clears as the rest of the inmates scramble to get into their cells. Keef pushes you towards yours. “Go.”

With his push, you step up into your cell before the lights can turn red. What was it Jemboc said? Seven seconds when the lights start flashing, then they turn red. And if you’re caught in the red light, you die.

On instinct, you turn back around to see Keef again.

Your soulmate.

He stands in his cell across from you, an unreadable expression on his face, his mouth in a grim line, as the lights begin to dim.

The floor lights turn red a second later.

There is no way to get to him now, and no way of talking across the hall without everyone in the surrounding cells hearing you. That’s not an option.

He lingers at the edge of his cell, and so do you, for a time, struggling with this new feeling inside you - this urge, compelling you towards him. Even if you don’t know him yet, you want to.

So you’re paralysed in silence; staring at each other across several feet of deadly flooring.

The murmurs of the other inmates eventually peter out, and as the snoring starts to rise, you feel your eyes growing heavy.

You curse beneath your breath.

Keef must hear it, because he raises his chin and nods in understanding, retreating from the edge of his cell and into darkness.

Grimly, you turn away from him, towards your bunk.

They're everywhere. They're watching you. They know what you've done. You're going to be punished -

You wake up in a cold sweat, gasping for air.

"Hey, hey, breathe." Keef's hushed voice carries across the cell.

Your eyes dart around until you see him, a broad mass in the shadows, sitting on the edge of his bunk across the way.

The soft sound of the other men snoring in their cells settles over the silence.

"It was just a nightmare," he whispers across the corridor. "I'm right here."

You blink back tears, and push yourself up by your elbows. “Did I wake you?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “I couldn’t sleep.”

You run your hand down over your face. There’s been a lot of that lately.

A few shifts in, you found yourself staring at the ceiling of your cell counting the seconds going by, running your fingers over the soulmark on your arm, unable to stop thinking about him.

You’ve memorised his form and features with almost no effort - the cut of his jawline, occasionally peppered with stubble if he hasn’t shaved, being your latest obsession.

And you can feel when he looks at you, too. Devouring glances out of the corner of your eye that set your cheeks aflame.

It’s like your body is on high alert at all times. Working alongside him throughout the day, barely able to exchange a few words without anyone overhearing, passing by each other, brushing past each other so close your skin hair raises, but not touching, never touching, just savouring the few small moments in his presence and then trying to go to sleep every night knowing he is a only few feet away from you.

But it’s worse, somehow, when you do manage to turn your brain off. That’s when the nightmares come.

It’s relentless and repetitive; nothing but the Empire and memories of pain, torturing you through your sleep.

Keef’s been developing shadows beneath his eyes as well. You wish you could talk to him about it, but he doesn’t seem to want anyone else to know about your soulmarks, and shit, neither do you. It's hard enough to even admit to yourself, let alone have the others staring at you, judging you more than they already do for being the only woman here.

And if the prison ever found out, they could take you away from each other. Your gut clenches at the thought.

Fuck. Trying to drag your emotions out of the gutter before you break is becoming harder everyday. The weight on your shoulders is crushing you, and you can’t see any light at the end of this tunnel.

“I don’t know how much longer I can do this,” you confess, wrapping your arms around yourself.

He stands, coming to the edge of his cell in the low, red lighting. “Don’t say that,” he whispers. “Don’t let them break you.”

You fiddle with your mattress. Don’t let them break you? They already are, and it isn’t your choice.

“Listen to me,” he says, raising his voice to a low growl.

You look up at him, drawing in a shaky breath.

“You had a nightmare, but you woke up from it.” The urgency in his baritone voice calls to you, and you stand, approaching the edge of your cell as he continues. “That’s all this place is. It’s a nightmare. You don’t realise it while you’re inside, but you’re in control. All you have to do is wake up.”

“What are you saying?”

He meets your gaze, an intense, unreadable look in his eyes. “I'm saying, hold on. Just a little while longer. Can you do that?”

“Yes,” you breathe, before you realise what you’re saying. You blink and look away from him, frowning. “I can.”

His words paint a picture in your mind, one of you, years from now, out of here. On some beach planet or forest town, enjoying the sun on your face. This place, a distant memory in the back of your mind.

Just a nightmare.

A slight smile finds its way onto your face at the thought. You meet Keef’s gaze again, the fierceness in his eyes amplified by the red of the floor, and nod in gratitude.

“I’ll try.”

His shoulders relax slightly, and he nods. “That’s all we can do.”

You sleep.

There’s a warmth in you when you wake, a buzz from the memory of last night. That was the longest conversation you’ve had yet, and even if you couldn’t talk openly, it still felt real.

When you first open your eyes, you’re drawn to his cell on instinct, drinking in the sight of him every chance you can get.

But it’s like he hasn’t moved all night. He’s leaning one shoulder against the wall at the edge of his cell, arms still folded, and he’s staring at you, his dark brows furrowed, the slight stubble peppering his clenched jaw telling you he hasn’t shaved since yesterday. Movement draws your gaze to his arm, where his knuckles shift back and forth, running over that small mark on his arm.

Heat slowly rises to your face.

The floor is still red. The others are awake too, the few you can see from your cell having breakfast or pacing around their small cell. The slight murmur of muted voices blending together.

“Did you sleep?” you ask him.

He gives the subtlest shake of his head.

Your heart sinks.

It’s not just being around him that you can’t bear, it’s also seeing him suffer and not being able to help. You have to keep holding back these strange, rising urges to comfort him. It doesn’t help that he has those big, soulful brown eyes that could melt you down into the cracks of the floor.

You’re not in love, but he matters to you more with each passing day, and that feeling is killing you.

Damn, you thought you’d grown numb to everything, but suddenly the despair is back with a vengeance, and you have to look away to blink back sudden tears.

“Hey,” he calls to you. “You okay?”

Shaking your head, you blow out a breath and chant in your head, don’t break, don’t let them get to you.

He curses, and then he’s pushing of the wall to pace his cell. His shoulders tense with each breath.

You draw near the edge of your cell, watching him try to walk out the tension in his body, your heart caught between desire and despair.

It’s a vicious cycle of suffering between the two of you.

Then the floor lights shift from red to white.

“On program!” Kino calls out.

Prisoners load out of their cells, slowly getting into their line with murmurs and sluggishness.

Keef is already on the floor when you tentatively step down, enduring that moment before your feet touch the metal with your heart in your throat every time. White lights means it’s safe, but -

He approaches you suddenly, closing his hand around the nape of your neck, tipping his forehead against yours. Warm electricity floods through your veins and over your skin at his touch.

“Keef,” you stutter out, shocked at his public display, even as you sink further into his touch. The sounds of shock and angry voices from the men around you start kicking off, but you ignore them.

“Please,” he breathes, his forehead pressed firmly against yours, his face inches away, “it’s killing me. I know you’re scared - I know. What can I do?”

You shake your head. “I - ”

“What the fuck are you two doing?”

Kino.

You pull him off you and step away.

He shudders at your touch, and you realise with a jolt that you took his arm right at the soulmark. For a brief moment, he cradles his arm, before Kino approaches and the two of you join the others in line.

“Hm?” The man raises his eyebrow at the both of you. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“It was nothing,” Keef responds. “Just making sure she’s okay.”

Kino glances at you, an unreadable look on his face. “Are you?”

“I’m fine,” you say, but even you can hear the shakiness in your own voice.

He blinks, searching your gaze. Then he grabs Keef by the arm and leans in to whisper something in his ear.

As Keef listens, he sets his eyes on you, before giving Kino a firm nod.

Apparently satisfied, the older man steps away and raises his voice to the rest of the men.

“Time to face another day. Everyone, move.”

As you begin walking forward, you turn your head to whisper back to him, “what was that?”

“Don’t worry,” Keef whispers. “He’s on our side.”

The tension is high at table five.

“I don’t think they should be next to each other today,” says Taga, eyes darting nervously between the two of you.

“Why?” Keef growls.

“Does he really have to say why?” Xaul interrupts. “You like her.”

“It could be a distraction,” Ham mutters.

“No.” Keef glares. “She stays by my side. Kino’s orders.”

“Oh, ‘Kino’s orders’? Fuck that. We don’t want to get fried 'cuz of you,” Xaul growls.

Keef turns his ire on Xaul. "And when was the last time that happened? If memory serves, not since she started here, under my guidance."

A mutter goes around the table.

"Table five, get moving," Kino warns as he passes by.

"Let's get this done," Keef growls, and that's the end of the discussion.

The next days feel different, and the same.

You try to hold on, like you promised him, but the nightmares and the sleepless nights are getting worse.

You touched each other for the second time ever, felt the warmth of his hands on you, breathed the same air, the memory of seeing the depths of darkness in his brown eyes up close is carved into your mind, and now the yearning inside of you has developed; a deep ache in your bones.

The others can sense something more is up between you. You feel their eyes follow you; but you can't bring yourself to care whether they notice the way he always rushes to your aid, or the soft exchanges of words, or the way the two of you never move too far apart. You can't fight this growing need to be around him. You're soulmates. Whatever that means.

"Doctor! We need the doctor!"

Your ears prick at the commotion at table two. Everyone keeps working, but out of the corner of your eye you watch as Kino goes over to investigate.

"Is it another panic attack?"

You push down on the drill.

"...he's not breathin'"

You lift it up and inspect the results.

"Shit. I’ll call the doctor."

Your table begins to lift the cog off the table to load it on the rack. You step away, watching them move. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the man keeled over on the floor.

A little bit of your soul cracks.

Keef returns to your side, and it’s brief, but his arm brushes against yours.

He doesn’t even need to say anything - you meet his brown-eyed gaze and all the hurt in your lungs evaporates.

“Unit Five-Two-D on program.”

He flicks his gaze up to the entrance, a gleam in his eyes.

You put your hands behind your head and turn to face them as the doctor is lowered onto the floor.

The man is dead.

There’s a strange anticipation in the air, like the way the air gets dry before a storm hits.

You watch them carry the man away in a bodybag. You catch Xaul and Jemboc exchanging a look. You catch the way Kino nods subtly to Keef as he walks past.

Everyone goes silently to their quarters - not even a whisper.

“Fall out!” Kino yells.

You turn to Keef. “What is going on?”

He pulls you aside, leaning in with his voice down low. “Do you trust me?”

“Why?”

“Tomorrow, whatever Kino says, I want you to follow immediately. No hesitation. You understand?”

“What - ”

“I can’t explain. I wish I could, but - ” His eyes catch on someone over your shoulder, and his mouth closes in a grim line.

You glance back and see Xaul, watching from a distance, arms folded, jaw tense. He’s never seemed to trust you, and you don’t blame him, but the way he watches you at all times is hard to get comfortable with.

“I don’t understand,” you turn back to your soulmate and search his eyes, “but... I trust you.”

An unreadable expression flashes in his eyes, and then everything is swept away as he takes you by the waist, cups your chin, and sweeps you into a gentle kiss.

For a nanosecond you freeze, before the rush of adrenaline fills your veins and you melt against his lips. The soulmark pulses on your arm, and the most amazing feeling overtakes you, of drifting high up in the clouds and watching the sun rise. You pull him closer, threading your fingers through his hair. The bristle of his five-o’clock shadow makes itself known with each movement, desire pooling in your core as you move your body against his. He feels so real, solid and alive, and it’s breathtaking.

The sounds of the world around you only vaguely registers in your head. Men, shouting at you.

Fuck them. Nothing else matters. You’re in the arms of your soulmate and you never want to leave again.

Then one voice, Kino’s, pierces through your haze. “Oi! The floor!”

Your eyes fly open as Keef breaks off the kiss and pushes you towards your cell with a growl.

You barely have time to react. Between the flashing lights, you lunge for the safe zone, leaping up into it seconds before the place is bathed in red.

“Fuck!”

You turn around.

He stands in his cell across from you, panting, his hair mussed from your attention. His eyes are wild, staring at you like he’s waiting for you to drop dead.

The instinct to reassure him overwhelms you. “I’m okay,” you say, stepping away from the edge. “I made it.”

He closes his eyes, running a palm over his mouth, and his shoulders rise and fall with a deep, shuddering breath.

You look down at your soulmark. That heightened feeling is fading, fast, each second you’re not back in his arms. A vision enters your head, of you, throwing yourself across the hall, even though you know that ends in death.

“You two lovebirds have a death wish?” Kino yells from his cell.

Shit.

“I told you they were distracting each other.”

“Gonna get us killed.”

Murmurs ripple down the hall. Heads, poking out of their cells.

Keef shakes his head, eyes swimming with anger. His voice is low, but you still hear it above the din. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken that risk.”

His words should fill you with regret, but a part of you, a small, stubborn part, thinks that maybe it was worth it anyway, just to touch him again, to feel his arms around you, the dominance of his kiss.

You close your eyes, a hand going to your mouth on instinct, fingertips trailing where he had his mouth on yours.

“Enough!”

Kino’s bark gets everyone’s attention instantly. The chatter dies down.

You open your eyes, and Keef is staring at you, a hungry look in his eyes. Heat rises to your face.

“Everyone knows what the plan is. Yes?”

Mumbles of men in agreement echo through the hall. You tilt your head, trying to discern any information you can, but pick up nothing. Nothing except that Keef looking towards Kino’s cell with fire in his eyes - tense, almost like hope, but darker.

Anger.

“Good. Now’s the time to rest. Tomorrow, we fight.”

A chill runs down your spine.

He’s shirtless in the morning.

Instantly pushing yourself up, your gaze locked on his chest, his stomach v, his arms, you catch his attention with the sudden movement.

He snaps his gaze to yours, pausing mid-stretch. His arm pulled across his chest, braced against his other arm to stretch his shoulder, the ropes of his biceps on full display for you.

“Hi,” you say.

Your swear his mouth curves just slightly, a twitch in his face, and he nods at you.

“Hi.”

All the blood in your body has left your brain. You continue to stare at him like an idiot while he does some basic stretches, before the lights flick to white, and Kino yells his daily on program! while Keef slides his shirt back on.

You fall in line in front of him.

He stands closer to you than normal, pressing his up front against you, his breath fanning against the back of your head as he leans in. His lilting voice sounds lowly in your ear, a lilting, baritone sound. “Remember what I said?”

Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation. “F-Follow Kino,” you manage to stutter out.

He hums in approval. “Good girl.”

Your thighs clench together.

He’s getting more bold in front of the others, more playful, and you can’t help but feel excited and nervous by the shift. Why has he stopped hiding?

The line starts moving forward, and you follow the person in front of you to the showers as normal, trying to focus on anything but what he just said.

He thinks there’s a chance you could both escape, you think, and then immediately regret that line of thinking. But it’s too late. That future you imagined - the one that he planted in your mind with his words, shifts, and suddenly he’s there beside you in each vision, relaxing, laughing, grinning like an idiot.

Fuck.

The shift begins, the men exchanging knowing glances that have anticipation and dread growing in your belly. You know what this is by now, you’ve put the pieces together despite their weird reluctance in telling you.

This escape plan is really happening.

The new prisoner arrives shortly after your shift begins, and when Keef returns from the bathroom soaking wet, you barely have time to react before shit hits the fan.

Obeying Kino’s orders, you watch as together the other prisoners hijack the lift and short out the entire system - no more hot floor.

As he reaches the top, Keef turns back to pin you with a wild, furious look in his eyes that fills you with fire. He jerks his head for you to follow him.

So you do.

You climb. You run. You follow.

A guard catches you and tries to pull you away, but Keef is there in a flash of red and the smell of burning flesh, grabbing you by the hand and telling you to run as the man slumps to the ground.

The loading platform ends in a sheer drop to the sea. Your stomach drops as you pull back, glancing around as others begin to jump.

This is insane.

“I can’t swim!”

You barely hear Kino say it over the sound of the wind and the other prisoners, but then he says it again, and there is no doubt.

You step up beside him. “Me neither.”

Keef stares at you in shock.

And then he’s gone.

One of the men drags him off the edge by accident, and a shriek escapes you. “No!” but you can only watch as he disappears from sight.

A second goes by, then two. More men rush past.

There's nothing but the sound of blood pumping in your ears. No matter which way you think about it, if you follow, you're dead. There's no way you can swim that far, and if Keef tries to help you, he'll probably just die with you.

You fall to your knees.

Others race past you still, flinging themselves off the edge one by one. Kino stands by your side, watching them with an empty gaze.

“What do we do now?” you ask, and find yourself subconsciously cradling your arm, the soulmark on it beginning to throb painfully. Follow Kino, he said, but you’re not sure Kino has any moves left. There’s none you can see; no way to survive.

Maybe you should just jump anyway and let fate decide.

“Nothing.” Kino looks down at the gun in his hand. “We’re going out, one way or another.”

You nod and take in a deep breath of salty ocean air. “Agreed.”

He says nothing.

“Ah!” Your soulmark throbs again, and you grip your arm, hissing through your teeth. “Fuck off!”

“Sorry?” Kino growls.

"It’s uh,” you pull back your sleeve to him, “my soulmark.”

He blinks. “Damn. Keef?”

“Yeah.”

“That explains you two then.” He nods, casting his gaze out to sea. “I... I have a family.”

You peer up at him.

“I just wanted to see them again.” He looks down at the gun in his hands again.

“At least you know you tried,” you offer. “Sometimes...” Keef’s words ring true, pouring from your lips even as you hear the memory of his words spoken in your mind. “...that’s all we can do.”

The two of you linger in silence. Below you, the forms of men swimming away from the prison spread out, reaching towards the horizon. The soulmark on your arm is aching something fierce now, calling you to the edge. But it’s the realisation that Keef must be feeling this pain too, that hurts even more.

You hope he is trying anyway, down there, despite the pain.

He’s probably thinking the same thing about you.

Damn.

You stand. “Give me the gun.”

Kino hands it to you without even looking, his eyes remaining fixed on the horizon.

You turn around, facing the inside of the prison, and point the gun at one of the panels of the wall. The sound of the blast almost deafens you.

The panels sizzle where the blast hit, but as you approach, you can see them peeling away from each other at the seam. Without hesitation, you wedge the barrel of the gun in the hole, and with all your strength, try to peel the panel off the wall.

“What are you doing?” Kino growls.

You glance back at him with a half-cocked shrug.

“Finding something that floats.”

Wet.

Cassian’s fingers close around sand. His lungs are on fire, exacerbated by the stinging salt he inhales with each breath. Everything hurts.

A shadow relieves him from the sun. He looks up and for a moment, it’s you, the beautiful image of you reaching down for him tilting this world on its axis. Then he blinks, and Melshi comes into focus.

“We need to disappear,” he’s saying, scanning their surroundings.

Cassian tries to push himself up, but there’s a terrible ache emanating from his soulmark. It was easy to ignore in the sea - everything hurt. But now it spreads through his body, an urging like no other to wade back out into the dark waves - to go back for you.

He wants to punch the man who tackled him off the edge. Whoever it was. But as soon as he hit the water, swimming was the only way to survive.

“Did ya hear me? Keef?”

With a grunt, Cassian sits up and brushes off his hands, wincing when his arm throbs with the movement. “Did anyone else make it?”

Melshi squints. “If they did, they didn’t follow us.”

Yeah, that’s what he thought. Even if, by some miracle, you did make it, you could be miles apart, with no way of finding each other.

It would be enough to know that you survived, but he’s never been that lucky. No. He thinks of you, of your tentatively hopeful expressions that get him through the day, that beautifully trusting look in your eyes right before he kissed you, and has to tilt his head back to prevent his eyes from watering.

His soulmate. Dead.

He thought that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance he could save you.

“Keef.” Melshi stoops down beside him. “We have to move.”

“What do you know about soulmarks?” he murmurs.

Melshi sighs. “You’re dehydrated, mate. C’mon.” He goes to lift him up.

“No - no!” Cassian resists, pushing Melshi away and scrambling to his feet. He shoves back his sleeve and bares his soulmark. “I need to know! I need to...” He cuts himself off with a grimace as pain pulses through the mark.

Melshi stares at the mark, wide-eyed. “No shit. The girl?”

Cassian can only nod. “She doesn’t even know - my real name.” He chokes the words out past tears. “I thought I could save her. But she’s... she’s probably dead by now.” It feels like he’s separated from his body, like someone else is saying these things.

“Wouldn’t you know?”

Cassian stills. “What do you mean?”

Melshi hesitates.

“What do you mean?!” He grips at his hair, heart thudding in his chest so hard it might burst. “How would I know?!”

“I don’t know! It was just a story, back home - people said the marks are like homing beacons. So if she’s dead, your mark would... stop working.” He cringes, muttering, “it sounds stupid when I say it like that.”

Cassian looks down at it the throbbing, aching mark. He focuses on it, and - there - the throbbing pulls towards the sea.

He looks out at the waves. “She’s alive.”

His legs carry him forward, back into the sea. The sound of Melshi yelling behind him is a distant worry over the beating of his own heart, the very blood in his veins burning to get to you.

Then arms close around him, pulling him back. “You’re insane!”

He snarls and shoves Melshi back. “Get off me!”

“You’ll die!”

“I have to go back!”

Melshi lets him go. “Okay okay, just - just think about this! You’re no use to her dead.”

“You don’t get it. You don’t understand. If she’s alive - ”

“If she’s still alive, she’ll need more than just one man swimming out to rescue her!” His gaze darts down. “Is it getting better or worse?”

“What?”

He points to Cassian’s soulmark. “It’s painful, right? Is it getting worse?”

Cassian looks down at it. “It’s been about the same for a while now.” Fucking painful, but, “...maybe a little less than before. I don’t know!”

Melshi nods. “So she could be getting closer.”

“If that is how it works.” Instinct - the mark - tells him it does, but the panic in his chest won’t go away. He needs to see you. “So what do I do then? Wait around for her to find me? She can’t swim, so how - ”

“I don’t care!” Melshi interrupts. "But if you don’t return to shore with me, I will knock you unconscious and drag you back.” There’s a deadly serious look in the man’s eyes.

The ache within him isn’t going away. He’s not sure how much more he can take. But Melshi is right - it would be a death wish to swim back.

The prison is a blip on the horizon. Could you have really made it, somehow?

Melshi eyes him aggressively, waiting for him to make a move.

Cassian raises an eyebrow. “You really care about me that much?”

“You’ve been a bloody pain in my arse, but you were instrumental in our escape, so I figure I owe ya.”

With a nod, he looks back towards land, skimming his fingers over the waist-high water. “We wait here then.”

“They’ll be sending ships looking for us.”

“I won’t go any farther inland.”

Melshi shakes his head. “Fine.” With a splash, he begins wading toward the shore. “Then we’d better find some shelter for the night.”

It’s midnight. Probably, anyway. Cassian has no sense of time here, except that it's been dark for a while.

He sits with his face tilted up to the stars. The sea breeze is a cool rush of air, swaying the tree above and rustling his hair across his face.

He needs a haircut again.

The mark on his arm has steadied to a slow, aching pulse every few seconds, nothing more than the sensation of a mending bruise.

Melshi is right - he can feel it in his veins that you're getting close.

So he's waiting.

Sleep will not come to him tonight. Like you, it eludes him, and in its place, the unnatural sense that something is missing.

It's subtle, at first. A crashing of waves that don't fit the slow, steady beat he's been listening to all night.

Then, the sound of voices out there. A man's, deep and grating, and yours.

He'd recognise it anywhere.

He peers around the tree, out towards the sea, and sees a shape floating on the water.

“Melshi.” He hisses his companion’s name, getting up. “Melshi! It's them.”

“Huh,” Melshi starts, half awake.

“It’s them. I’m going to get her.”

He groans, shifting his arms up to cover his face. “They’re actually here? Wha’ are the chances? How?”

“I don’t know.” Breathless, Cassian turns toward the sea, towards the place his soulmark has been calling him towards all night. “But I’m going to find out. Come on.”

He runs to the water.

Sand sprays beneath his feet, then water splashes, and then he’s wading, then swimming, towards it. The shape blotting out the stars on the horizon morphs into two silhouettes sitting on some kind of raft. They’re slowly paddling their way towards the shore.

Cassian wants to weep with joy when he hears their voices - first Kino, then you.

“Is that - ”

“Keef? Keef!” you cry out, your voice hoarse.

His palm collides with the raft - a smooth white panel, and there you are, sitting on one side with a salt-streaked, wind-struck, beautiful face, staring down at him in wonder.

“Well shit,” Kino croaks, glancing at you. “You were right.”

Your hand rests over your soulmark as you stare down at Cassian.

Stars. There is so much he wants to say, but none of it seems like enough for this moment. He doesn’t want to take his eyes off you - he can’t.

But as the waves gently rise and fall, Kino clears his throat pointedly. “Much as I love being surrounded by water...”

“Right, right.” Cassian grabs hold of the panel. “I’ll take you to shore.”

The soft strokes of the sea abuts his efforts as he pulls the raft behind him, until the sea floor shallows out and he can put his feet beneath him.

“You should be good now. You can stand,” he says, instantly returning to your side of the raft. “Melshi’s with me, on the shore.”

Kino nods, sliding off the edge. “We should bury the panel.”

“Agreed.”

You hesitantly dip your legs in the water, and Cassian places his hands on your waist ready to help you down. “I’ve got you.”

In the darkness he can barely see your face, but he could swear there’s a heat reflected in your eyes.

It feels good, coming to you aid on instinct. Putting his hands on you.

As he holds you steady, you gently slip off the edge of the raft and collide against him with an oof as you land.

Despite his exhaustion, his shaft hardens. To go from be denied his soulmate for so long, to this...

“Here,” he says, roughly pushing the panel towards Kino, his eyes never leaving your face. “Go see Melshi. We’ll catch up.”

The man grunts something, and begins to wade to shore with the panel, and then he’s forgotten as Cassian is drawn back to you on instinct.

His arms tighten around your waist, and he opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He’s struck.

You cup his face, gaze flitting between his eyes and his mouth, your breaths mingling, and then suddenly he’s pressing his mouth against yours.

You let out a cute little gasp against him, and his chest flutters, as you yield to him.

Yes. He burns with the rightness of this moment, and yet braces you against him as he deepens the kiss, like he’s afraid you’re going to slip away. He doesn’t quite believe you’re real yet.

Your fingers dig into his hair, and he likes it, the way you pull him into you with the same hunger and desperation he’s feeling.

“Cassian,” he breathes suddenly, pulling back for a moment, his forehead pressed against yours. “My real name is Cassian.”

“Cassian,” you repeat, and then your mouth curves into a smile - a fucking smile.

He almost groans. His soulmark pulses warmly against you. “You’re alive.”

“Yes,” you breathe, nodding against him.

“You’re my soulmate.”

You nod again, clinging tight to him. “Yes.”

A low, reverent chuckle escapes him, and you let out a light giggle in response; together relishing in the intimacy of this moment.

And then you cant your hips, and his laugh turns into a groan, a new kind of bliss making itself known in the hardening of his length beneath his pants. He thinks he’s never seen anything as beautiful as the look in your eyes. Full of passion - a beautiful, twisting flame, but also, understanding. You barely know each other, and yet it’s like your souls know each other intimately; bound together by something greater than either of you can fathom.

With a swift motion, he sweeps your legs out from underneath you and hitches your thighs around his waist so you're floating in the water, anchored in place by him alone.

You press yourself into him, arching your back and leaning forward to brush your lips against his.

He kisses you with all the fervour and unfulfilled need building inside him. His hands come around your ass and dig in, tugging your crotch against him so you can feel his hardness.

Another heady, submissive gasp escapes you against his mouth, and when your legs open further to let him settle against you, he's done for.

“I know you’re probably tired,” he murmurs, “and we should probably get to shore, but I...”

You're nodding before he even finishes the sentence, making his heart soar with the needy look in your eyes. “Yes,” you breathe. “Yes, yes, please, Cassian, please.”

With a breathless laugh, he drops your thighs and takes you by the waistband of your pants instead.

Together, you work to pull it off of you. It’s awkward, messy, not how he imagined this going, but it doesn’t matter. The mood is playful as you struggle to pull your pants off beneath the water - you, bracing yourself on his shoulders, and him, trying to pull it off your legs and getting splashed in the process.

But then suddenly you’re fully naked from the waist down, and your laughter quietens as you draw close to each other again.

He can’t see your naked lower half beneath the dark water, but he can feel when you wrap your legs around him again.

Slowly, he places his hand on your bare thigh, treating the moment with all the reverence of a ritual, his soulmark tingling in anticipation and sending a shudder through his body.

With his other hand, he cups your face, searching your gaze.

“I’m clean.”

“Same.”

“Birth control?”

Something like pain flickers in your eyes, and you shake your head. “Not since... before.”

“Right. Of course.”

He hesitates.

The two of you just escaped prison, and if he’s learnt anything, this is not the kind of galaxy he wants to risk bringing a child into. He’s not even sure if he’ll survive tomorrow.

“What do you want to do then?”

“We could die tomorrow.” You shift in his arms, pulling yourself flush against him until his hardness presses firmly between you. “Fuck it.”

He tilts his head, a slight grin curling on his face. Stars, when you say it like that... With a clench of his jaw, he pulls you down slowly and impales you on his hardness.

His head falls back. You’re fucking tight. A raw, incredulous groan rises from his throat.

Your reaction has his head spinning - fingers winding through his grown-out hair and pulling desperately against him. He loves little hiss you make.

“Look at me.”

Your eyes flutter open to meet his gaze and his seed almost spills, only holding himself back with the barest restraint. Must savour this moment. Finally being inside you - his soulmate.

He pulls you in for a hungry kiss. Heat rises between your bodies as you give yourself over to his touch, opening your mouth into his kiss and arching your back for him.

It’s too much. Unable to stop himself, his hands grip you by your thighs and he fully impales you, forcing your tight, inner channel muscles to give way and let his shaft thrust full inside you.

You brace his shoulders and writhe in pleasure. “Oh, Cassian, please, m-move - ”

That’s all he hears before his instincts take over, and he uses all his strength to thrust, desperate to wedge himself so far inside you he’ll never leave.

He plants his feet on the sea floor and braces you against him as you cant your hips for him. Your bodies are working overtime to create that toe-curling friction, thrusting into each other with bruising force, the waves splashing and breaking over your entwined forms.

Your mouths clash in a tangle of heated, desperate kisses that burn him from within. The tension is pulled taut between you, soulmarks thrumming in time with each other as you desperately unite your bodies as one.

He rocks his hips up between your open legs and hits home harder and harder with each slosh of the water. His hands grip you by the back of your shirt, fingers scrambling against the fabric to pull your body down as hard as he can.

Your head lols back in the water, a gasp escaping your throat. “Cassian! Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop - oh!”

He grunts in approval. His hunger for you grows, seeing you so vulnerable like this for him, desperate to hold out as long as he can to pleasure you. His thrusts grow even more frantic and sloppy - a fast, brutal jerking rhythm of pounding up into your cunt.

“My hope,” he murmurs in Kenari, barely hanging on to his sanity. “Better than anything I’d ever dreamt of.” He drinks in the sight of you, wet and vulnerable and all his, and his hardness gives a heady warning pulse of heat. He groans. “You’re everything. You’re mine.”

You let out a whimper in his arms, and then you’re tensing, your thighs, clenching around him with newfound strength.

“Cassian,” you moan through gritted teeth, “Cassian!”

The first jolt of pleasure wracks through his body without warning. At the realisation that you’re climaxing, he’s had it - he can’t hold back anymore.

He groans in disbelief. His brows draw together, the deep, intense, deliberate jerking of his body against yours faltering as pleasure takes over. A sound comes out of him, a mix between a desperate plea and praise, and then he’s coming inside you.

Fierce, intense waves of heat pulse into your raw, messy, clenching cunt.

His pleasure deepens as you open your legs even farther to receive his spend inside you. With a growl, he pulls you against him and jerks his hips against you once more, finishing himself off.

“Yes,” you moan, leaning forward and pressing your forehead against his. The change in angle shields your face from the starlight, but the sound of your shuddering, desperate pants of breath are clear as day. You’re high on this shared bliss together.

“Don’t want to wake up,” he murmurs against your lips.

“You think I’m a dream?”

He traces up your arm and wraps his hand around the back of your neck. “You’re too good to be real. I’m not that lucky.”

You chuckle. “You are now.”

“We’ll see.”

It isn’t until the next morning, when he opens his eyes to the first rays of sun and you’re still there, asleep in his arms, that he finally allows himself to believe.

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Reclamation - Cassian x Reader (NSFW)

👰‍♀️Summary: After spending ages carefully constructing a plan to flee from your arranged wedding, it threatens to shatter at your feet. But a mysterious stranger named Cassian may offer a way out...and a deeper personal connection.

👰‍♀️Word count: 6.5k

👰‍♀️Genre & warnings: one shot. smut. strangers to lovers. descriptions of an abusive relationship. mentions of alcohol. reader is in a wedding dress. unprotected sex. some dirty talk. oral sex, reader receiving. use of a knife to cut clothes during sex. creampie.

The contact isn’t coming.

You figured as much over ten minutes ago yet still waited. Your hand is curled around your drink which has formed condensation along the rim, lazily rolling down the glass, colliding with your skin. You’re trying to keep your breathing steady but the nerves are buzzing in your head. The fear is growing, bubbling in your chest.

You need to leave now. If you manage to get off world tonight, you’ll be safe.

Yet you remain rooted to your stool at the cantina counter, staring ahead at the collection of bottles that line the wall. Some of them glimmer in the dim lighting, others give off a bioluminescence that is entrancing and not for human consumption. All of them offer the alluring promise of drinking enough and forgetting your problems.

But you need a clear head tonight, especially if your escape plan is turning to ash right in front of you.

It doesn’t help that the cantina, so quiet every other time you staked it out, is busier than usual tonight. That meant a lot of curious stares at the woman in ornate wedding garb.

You take a small sip of your drink, trying to figure out your next move. But your brain is stuck on the fact that your months of planning, all the sneaking around, the negotiations, finding a pilot willing to piss off one of the most powerful people on the planet, has gone to waste.

The guests will be entering the venue for the wedding now. How much time until they realize you fled? How long until your image is blasted on every port? An hour, two at the most.

The cantina is doused in a blue glow. A band is in the corner, playing softly. Unlike the loud and raucous cantinas that are in the hub of the entertainment district, this one offered a place for private conversation and the easy ability to abscond to the hotel above it. At the time of your planning, it made sense to use this cantina along with the hotel to escape. But now, you wish that there was a cacophony of noise and lights to get lost in.

“Would you like another?” The droid bartender slides over, tilting its head with a small click.

“No,” You mumble and it slides away without another word, going to the next patron.

There is a sense of movement next to your right side as someone sits in the stool. You glance in his direction only to find the man leering at you openly. Your grip tightens on your drink. Impossible they could find me already, you think, wondering how fast the glass could be smashed in his face if he made a move.

His mouth twists up cruelly when he opens it to speak. “Nice dress,” He drawls.

You don’t reply. The droid bartender returns to take his order. Something moves on the other side of you. A quick glance out of the corner of your eye shows a weary looking man, a loose fitting jacket hanging off him, a slightly scruffy beard and mussed up brown hair. He sticks out, just like you do.

He shows no interest in you, lost in thought. You discard the concern about him, instead focusing back on the man who is still gawking at your dress. You removed all the jewels that were laid upon a separate netting that was then placed over the dress, stashed as many as you could in a secret pocket you sewed in the inside of the skirt, and left the rest behind for some lucky person to find.

“Why you all dressed up and alone?” The man asks – he already reeks of alcohol and there is an energy to him that you mislike.

Luckily for you, he doesn’t seem to realize your dress is traditional wedding garb of this area. With the intricately woven long sleeves that puff out a little around your wrists, down to the beading along the bodice depicting two waves coming together which was done painstakingly by hand, ending in plenty of billowing soft blue ruffles that swirled gently when you walked, the dress was beautiful – even more so when the net of jewels was slipped on over your head and laid against the entire length of fabric. There was a large headpiece that came with the dress as well; it was heavy and made your neck ache, dangling with sapphires. That had been ditched back in your quarters.

Since the planet was a seafaring one, the bride’s dress typically illustrated waves crashing together but not done in beading. Nor was the headpiece usually filled with sapphires. That was because you came from a family with a lot of credits – but not as much as your fiancé.

But this man is not only a distraction but possibly will attract more attention than you want. You needed to end the conversation and get out of here quickly.

“She’s not alone,” came a low voice, “She’s with me.”

Both the inebriated man and yourself look over in the direction the voice came from. It’s from the gruff looking man next to you, the one who showed no interest in anything but getting a drink. At some point, the droid bartender had given him a glass of something clear.

You may be sheltered but you aren’t naïve enough to think this gruff man is your savior. He could easily be hopping in just to rob you later. But between your narrow options, you’ll take your chances with him.

“That’s right,” You reply stiffly.

“Bullshit,” The drunk man growls, leaning forward so that a cloud of heavy booze wafts over, “She didn’t spare you a glance when you sat down.”

But if the gruff man is perturbed by the intensity the conversation is taken, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he tilts his face in your direction, looking up from his drink. You are struck by the depth in his brown eyes, so deep that one could get lost in it.

“Not that it’s any of your business but we’re in the middle of an argument,” You say swiftly, tearing your gaze away from him to shoot daggers at the drunken man.

“Which I didn’t start,” The man with the beautiful eyes replies curtly, “But you immediately jumped in with the ‘Cassian, how many times do I need to tell you that my mother is just like that’.”

You pick up quickly on the fact he’s told you his name in a manner that won’t attract attention, easier to pretend familiarity to get this drunk idiot out of here.

“I wish you wouldn’t be so dramatic.”

“Me, dramatic? You’re the one that took off for the closest cantina after lecturing me about being late. Now, we’re both going to be late. I hope you’re pleased.”

You purse your lips together in a motion of displeasure. “Maybe my mother was right about you. She warned me, the first moment we met, that you were trouble. And my life has been nothing but hell since you came into it.”

You can hear the drunken man shuffling off with an irritated sigh. Even so, you continue the fake argument with Cassian until he finally drops the act, his shoulders slumping forward as he resumes his earlier position.

“He’s gone,” He remarks.

You look over your shoulder, relief swooping through your body. You are silent for a minute or so while making sure the man truly left before looking back at Cassian.

“Thanks for your help.”

There is a quick glance from the corner of his eye before offering up a curt nod. The droid bartender circles back around. Cassian motions to send it off but you speak quickly.

“Let me buy you a drink as a thanks, at least.”

“It’s okay.”

“I insist.”

Cassian relents, taking a long swig of his drink to finish it off. He places the glass on the counter with a soft clink and orders. The droid bartender beeps and spins off to go make it. Cassian turns in the stool, his full attention now on you.

He’s handsome, you think out of the blue and then push the thought aside – talk about the worst time to notice such things. You’re supposed to be getting on a ship off planet right now and somehow you’re buying an attractive man a drink – damn it, you just did it again.

Handsome but tired, you amend. There are dark circles under his pretty brown eyes, and a heaviness that clings to his shoulders as if being weighed down by something invisible. His jacket is well worn, fraying at the edges of the sleeves. His hands are dotted with tiny scars, nails bitten to the quick.

Even though Cassian looks exhausted, there is a level of alertness in his eyes that shows that nothing is getting by him. He is aware of every movement, every person stepping into the cantina. This piques your curiosity. You wonder if he has a ship.

“Is Cassian your real name?” You ask, pushing your glass that is now mostly ice water away from you.

“It is. And yours?”

You give your name as the droid bartender returns with his drink. Cassian looks at your glass. “Surely, you’re going to have another. Not leaving me to drink alone?”

You hesitate, knowing time is short. But you are unsure where to go and there is a chance this stranger might have a ship to take you off world.

He picks up on your hesitation. “Somewhere to be?”

“I thought so. But it seems my transport fell through. So, I suppose I can have another drink.”

“Going off world?”

“Trying to.”

“Funny, I didn’t think it was tradition to hold the weddings off world.” His words make you freeze. Cassian motions to the droid, saying, “She’ll have another.”

At first you think that maybe your feeling had been right – Cassian does work for your fiancé and is toying with you before lugging you back to that monster. But he is still at ease, seemingly in no hurry. He catches your expression and waves his hand.

“I’m not here to make trouble. It was merely an observation. It isn’t any business of mine if you’re running out on your fiancé.”

“If that was true, then why step in and help me with that man?”

“Now that had nothing to do with your wedding dress. I was just helping a pretty lady out.”

The droid slides the new drink in front of you before buzzing off. You stare at Cassian incredulously. “Are you hitting on a woman on her wedding day?”

He gives a small shrug, bringing the glass to his lips. “I don’t see the fiancé around,” He remarks before taking a sip.

Your thighs clench, forcing your gaze away from this handsome stranger who knows you’re supposed to be at a wedding but instead sitting here. Logically, if he can tell you’re in wedding garb, so could others. Suspicions could be raised especially with a high profile wedding like yours. And meanwhile what are you concerned with? How attractive he is, how nice his brown eyes are, how strangely comforting of an aura he has.

Since your fiancé had been shoved into your life and the arranged marriage contract signed, every waking moment was about how to escape the chains that were threatening to bind you. The plotting and planning to escape left no room for dalliances. It wasn’t even something that was on your mind.

Yet here you are now, right at the most important moment of escape, and you’re getting sidetracked by Cassian.

You swirl the liquid in the glass slowly, thinking about how to word your next sentence. “You don’t look like you’re from here. How do you know what traditional wedding gowns look like?”

“And what makes you say I am not from here?”

“Your clothes, your posture, the way you’re hunched over your drink so no one will talk to you. We’re close to the port on top of that so a lot of travelers come in. But most of all, your voice. The accent…it isn’t native to here.”

Cassian studies you for a moment. There is a note of approval in his gaze. After a beat of silence, he replies, “I’m just passing through.”

“When are you leaving?” You can’t help but ask.

He leans forward, closer to you than ever. You can see the stubble that grazes his jawline, the depths of his dark eyes and how his hair curls slightly at the back of his neck. You swallow hard, wishing that this stranger hadn’t burst into your life tonight of all nights. Maybe if things were different, you would have been able to take him as a lover, a distraction, for a little bit. But not now…

In a whisper, Cassian goes, “Where are you looking to go?”

There is a hint of desperation in your reply. “Anywhere. But I need to go tonight.”

It is difficult to express vulnerability to a stranger in a cantina. There is always that risk, no matter how small, that he could turn you over to your powerful fiancé. There would be credits in it, after all, to return the bride to the clutches of the groom.

But the fact of the matter is your original plan might have fallen through due to your fiancé’s machinations, leaving you on less time than previously thought. On top of that, Cassian has not given you any mental alarm bells going off. This might be your only shot.

“They’ll be looking for you,” He murmurs, his pleasant expression not matching his words. This man is used to lying, you think. “Checking the ports tonight.”

“They’ll be checking them tomorrow too,” You counter.

“It’ll be worse tonight. They’ll be waiting for you to go off world.”

“How do you know?” You fire back, impatience creeping into your voice.

Cassian brings his drink to his lips, taking a small sip before replying. “I know you’re not getting married to a local farmer.”

There is a thud in your chest at the realization he knows who you are – this man passing through, this mysterious stranger who is good at play acting and has a ship – and if he is aware of who you are, there is no way other people in the cantina don’t.

Your voice is so quiet that you aren’t even sure if Cassian can hear the words. “Are you seriously suggesting I stay here tonight and leave tomorrow?”

“That’s right.”

Your fingers nervously run across the fabric of your dress. You did have a hotel room booked tonight only because originally it was going to be where the pilot was going to hand over a bag with your disguise and new ID card. But I won’t be getting that either.

A thought strikes you. “It can’t be here. If the pilot was compromised, he would turn over the room key.”

Cassian gives a small shake of his head. “No, not here. I have a room.”

Your hands flutter uselessly at your sides. Your nerves and panic are starting to impact your thinking. “How can I trust you?”

“You were going to trust the pilot and that wasn’t a sure bet either.”

“We’d been planning this. I don’t even know you.”

“Then stay here. But I have a room for tonight. We leave first thing in the morning. I can get you off world. I can’t tell you what planet we’re going to. All I can tell you is that it’ll be a lot safer than here.”

The entire conversation was in hurried whispers, bodies leaning together as if two asteroids are about to collide. You realize that Cassian did this intentionally. To anyone staring at the two of you, it looks like lovers making up from the earlier fight. It would be easy to lean into him, pretend you’re leaving the cantina to become intimate. He’s set up the story. It’s up to you if it is to be followed through.

Cassian continues quietly, “They’ll know you’re trying to leave tonight. Every port, every ship, will be searched. Come tomorrow morning, they’ll believe you stayed on world. They’ll tighten security here, start looking in hotels. That’s when we leave.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I’m not sure of anything. But we can say this wouldn’t be my first time smuggling something or someone off world.”

What are your other options? To wait to be discovered, hauled back to your fiancé, forced into a marriage you don’t want with a man who would only torment you? That meant risking it and going with the handsome stranger with the beautiful yet sorrowful eyes is your only option – your only shot at getting out of here.

You tentatively rest your hand on his knee. Cassian’s gaze flicks down to the sight before raising to meet your gaze. “Alright,” You murmur, “Let’s go.”

He takes a swig of his drink, finishing it and pushing the glass away from him. He then slides a few credits onto the bar top, slinking off the stool. He looks down at you and in that moment, you know that you’re risking your future to this stranger – while battling an intense attraction to him as well.

“Follow me,” Cassian says simply.

The sky has streaks of purple through it by the time you reach the hotel with Cassian. It is on the outskirts of the red light district which ended up working in your favour. No one questioned the way you leaned into the faded leather of Cassian’s jacket, the manner in which you’d tilt your head and giggle at something he said (which actually were just quiet directions on where to turn) or how his arm slinked around your waist and his hand rested lightly on your hip.

Admittedly, even given the tense situation that your brain was well aware of sitting in, you are still noticing the stubble along his jaw, his bitten fingernails, the way his hair curls slightly against the back of his neck – all things that aren’t important given the situation. But all the mental lecturing in the world doesn’t stop you from taking note of these things.

Finally, you arrive at the hotel. It is small and nondescript, crammed in between yet another cantina and a droid repair shop that is shuttered. It’s only three floors and looks like the sort of place that people would meet up to have an affair in. In other words, it’s perfect. Your fiancé believed you to be a fool which you took advantage of while plotting and planning your escape. Even now, he is probably confident of finding you at a luxury resort or stumbling into the space port. He wouldn’t believe that you would be someplace like this, simply because he would never go here himself.

The lobby is run down and empty. You wonder if the wedding party has realized you’ve given them the slip. By now, they must know, are probably searching the estate grounds for you, beginning to question the staff. Your fiancé is going to start searching the spaceports, if he hasn’t already, because he would assume you’re going off world. The original plan had it that you would be in hyperspace by the time they realized you weren’t at the wedding. To still be here, in the city, made your nerves jumpy.

Cassian takes you up to the third floor, walking down the hallway together. One light is burnt out, another flickers ominously. You can hear someone having sex in a room when you walk past and duck your face away from Cassian’s, feeling strangely embarrassed. Does he feel your attraction to him? He must find it absurd, given the situation.

He stops at the last room on the right, scans the key card and enters. The doors shut behind you and your eyes get adjusted to the low lights. The room is small, one bed in the centre, one window overlooking a shabby building. The walls are painted blue although the paint is chipping in spots. Blue, blue, everything is blue no matter where I go, you think while pressing one hand against the wave design on your gown.

You realize your arm is still entwined with Cassian’s. With warm cheeks, you separate, dropping the act of being his lover coming to the hotel. Cassian is already going to work, crossing the room and pulling a bag from underneath the bed, rummaging through it.

“We’ll leave tomorrow at the first sign of light. My ship has a smuggling compartment which you’ll use just in case we get boarded. But I have a fake ID and falsified ship logs. Shouldn’t be a problem.”

“What else are you smuggling?”

Cassian looks up, brushing some of his hair away from his eyes. He’s sizing you up, trying to figure out what to tell you, this strange woman in a wedding gown trying to escape her fiancé.

Finally, he settles on, “Some records.”

You slowly walk through the small space, heading towards the window, peering out of it. From here, you can just see the night sky, barely making out the stars. It is dotted with ships leaving and your heart swoops with longing to be safe among hyperspace.

“This is the right choice,” Cassian says gently from his spot near the bed, “I know it doesn’t feel like it. But this has the highest odds of success.”

“I was supposed to be off world by now,” You mumble wistfully.

“Well, you’re not,” He says bluntly, “But you’re alive and you’re not at the wedding. So, you haven’t lost yet.”

You look over your shoulder. Cassian is slipping a blaster from his holster onto the bedside table. His back is to you. His posture is different; he is no longer acting, no longer in a character. Who is this man? You wonder. He’s a good liar, clever, at ease with a blaster and quick to come up with a plan. He isn’t smuggling weapons or drugs but merely records. But you bite off any questions before speaking them. It’s better to know little. To learn more about him meant getting involved and if complications arose, that would be bad for you. Better to focus on yourself and only yourself.

When you turn back to look out the window, you realize the sky is emptying. The last few ships blink out like soft stars exhaling a final breath and nothing else remains.

“They’re shutting down the ports,” You say as your heart jolts, “They know I’m gone.”

Cassian’s voice is closer when he speaks next, eyes to the sky. “Grounding ships…” He glances at you out of the corner of his eyes. “Your fiancé is a powerful man.”

Perhaps a tiny bit more powerful than originally thought. You didn’t think air travel would be cut off. Suddenly, you know that Cassian made the right call.

He senses your train of thought because he leans closer while saying, “This isn’t my first time doing this.”

You tilt your face in his direction. The heat from his body seeps into yours. You wish he wasn’t so attractive. Or maybe you wish to have met him in different circumstances so you could have taken this mysterious stranger as a lover and twiddled away the time sneaking from your fiancé with him.

“Swooping in to save someone from an arranged marriage?” You try to joke but the words come out a bit more fragile than intended. “Because her plan fell apart after so much scheming?”

Cassian’s eyes soften. “It happens to the best of plans. To dwell on what went wrong in the moment…does you no good.”

You like the way he looks at you. Is it because you’ve been looked at with distaste or indifference for so long or because he looks at you so gently? It’s difficult to know – the time with your fiancé and all the struggles you’ve gone through way heavily on you. There has been no time to be in the present moment. Every second is plotting, withstanding, scheming.

But there isn’t anything to do now besides wait for morning…and Cassian looks so inviting.

“Just feels like I never have any time to even dwell on things,” You reply, “I’m running from one plan to the next or one interaction to another, just trying to get through it with as much of myself intact as possible.”

It is the most vulnerable you’ve been with someone in a long time and it’s with a stranger. Maybe that’s why it’s easy. Cassian’s eyes grow distant. You wonder what he is thinking about, what memory is floating to the surface.

Your bodies are close now. Close enough that you could touch him. It’s alluring, the idea of tumbling into bed with him, because he’s here and he’s present and he has those pretty eyes that seem to be holding a similar pain to yours.

“Maybe dwelling in those precious few quiet moments isn’t what we should be focusing on,” Cassian finally says, “Taking those moments and making them our own is what matters.”

Maybe he’s right. Or perhaps you’re both lonely and looking for an excuse. Regardless, you’re not going to overthink or brood on it. Instead, your lips find his, pushing all thoughts of the wedding and escaping out of your mind. Cassian’s hands are on your waist immediately, angling your body towards his. You can feel the urgency in his kiss, the desire to blot out the past and the future – you can feel it because it’s in your lips as well.

The force of the kissing has you up against the wall a few moments later. Your hands are gripping his hair while his tongue is in your mouth. He tastes like the booze from the cantina and you cannot get enough of it. All the time and energy spent in fear and on schemes is wiped clean by the sensation of this stranger’s lips on yours and hands resting on your hips.

You’re tugging off Cassian’s jacket. It falls to the floor, already forgotten. He is fiddling with aspects of your dress but the urgency is growing by the second and the entire thing is too cumbersome to remove. You make an impatient noise in the back of your throat.

“Just forget it,” You say urgently, “Just keep it on.”

Cassian hoists you up onto the small table in the corner, pushing the chair out of the way. It clatters to the floor next to the jacket. His hands are running up along the gown, bunching the fabric in between his fingers as the two of you work together to bring it up around your waist. You’re wearing stockings with pearls running down the sides – more expensive pageantry to show off at the wedding, to deflect from the terror that resided in the bride��s heart.

The two of you are grappling for one another, swept up in the present moment and the relative safety of this run down hotel on the outskirts of town. Cassian’s hands glide up along your stockings, looking for the top so he can yank them down. But the band is buried underneath the layers of the dress.

“Just rip it,” You plead and he doesn’t hesitate, grabbing the stockings and tearing them. The seam splits and the pearls go flying, rolling across the floor and making a mess of things. You don’t even make a mental note to collect them later to sell for money; you’re simply too swept up in Cassian. The remains of the stockings fall off your legs as Cassian is unzipping his pants.

The wedding dress gets smushed in between your bodies as Cassian presses the tip of his cock against your entrance. Your legs wrap around his waist, pushing his length inside you. It’s been so long since you’ve been fucked but judging by Cassian’s impatience, it has been a while for him as well.

He grunts as his cock is engulfed by your warm walls. Your hands grip the edge of the table as he begins to rock his hips while you inhale sharply through gritted teeth at how good it feels to have his cock. After a minute or so of getting used to being inside your pussy, Cassian picks up the speed ever so slightly.

His hands are lost in the many layers of your gown. The delicate beading and pretty imagery isn’t made to be fucked in and you’re running the risk of ruining it. But you don’t care – there is something exciting about being fucked by a stranger in your wedding dress, an act of rebellion you didn’t know was possible.

Each thrust of Cassian’s hips rattles the table against the wall. You’d feel sorry for the neighbors if this wasn’t a hotel that basically existed to be fucked in. You urge Cassian to keep going, your legs bouncing every time he slams his cock in you.

“Is this what you thought your wedding day would be?” His voice is shattered, aching, lacing each word with lust, “Being fucked by a stranger in your pretty dress?”

“You can ruin the thing,” You say with a bitter note, “Just keep fucking me.”

“Gladly,” Cassian grunts.

He pulls out of you then which is the exact opposite of what you want. His cock is slick with your wetness as he helps you off the table and towards the bed. The dress is a bit cumbersome to move on, even more difficult to lay down in. Cassian removes his pants and boxers hastily before climbing onto the bed.

“W-wait,” You remember something with a jolt and Cassian stops immediately while you fumble along the side of the dress. Your fingers slip into the secret pocket and pull out a small switchblade, not wanting it to somehow accidentally hurt either of you.

“Turning your weapons over?” He asks in a slightly teasing voice.

You retrieve the gems from the pocket too, showing them in the palm of your hand before closing it. “Didn’t want to lose these either.” You slip the gems back into the secret pocket.

Cassian makes a noise although you can tell he isn’t interested in the gems nor the switchblade because he is too busy lowering himself in between your thighs. He’s lost among the billowing pieces that make up the bottom of the gown but you can feel his tongue along your skin, moving closer and closer to your pussy.

His tongue probes your slick folds before slowly tasting your hole. There is something dirty about having this man you barely know licking your pussy with the beautiful skirt of your wedding dress splayed out around him. You’re clutching the blanket of the bed while gasping as Cassian’s nose bumps softly against your clit. This lovely dress is not meant for obscene acts in this run down hotel. Your fiancé is tearing the space ports apart searching for you in a wicked frenzy to claim what he thinks he is and meanwhile your head is blissfully blank while Cassian brings the tip of his tongue flat against your swollen nub.

Cassian’s hands are on your thighs, spreading you open wide for him. All you can hear outside of your moans is the dress rustling and the obscene sound of him sucking and licking your clit. He slips a finger inside your wet hole, pumping it hard and fast while flicking his tongue over your clit. Your thighs shake from how good it is and then you’re cumming, losing yourself to the pleasure as Cassian gives one last hard suck on your sensitive clit before untangling himself from the dress.

His hair is a mess and he seems annoyed with his shirt which he pulls over the top of his head, exposing his fit chest and broad shoulders. Cassian doesn’t seem to care he is entirely naked while you’re in a wedding dress – in fact, you’re starting to suspect he’s getting off on it.

Your face is hot and you’re out of breath from the intense orgasm. He attempts to enter you but the dress is getting in the way and he makes an impatient noise. An idea strikes you, one of passion and throwing caution to the wind. You push the handle of the switchblade in his hand.

“Just cut through it,” You tell him, “I don’t care.”

Cassian looks at you with a glint in his eye. He grins quickly and the blade catches the blue light of the hotel room, blinking briefly like a star, before he takes it to the dress. The fabric is delicate and can’t withstand the force of the blade. In only a few seconds, layers of the gown are gone, laying across the bed and falling onto the floor.

There is something liberating about ruining the wedding dress. It is a signal to the universe that things are going to happen due to your own choices, not to survival. Allowing Cassian to cut the dress just to make it easier to fuck is something you decided because you wanted it.

It reignites your passion and you reach for Cassian as he puts the blade away and tosses it aside before propping himself up over your body. Your legs, now freed without the constraining fabric, wraps around his waist and pushes his cock inside you.

The beading of your dress is coming undone, spilling over the bodice and onto the bed. But neither of you care as Cassian slams his cock into you before lowering to press his body against yours. His lips are on your neck, up along your jaw until he finds your lips. His tongue is in your mouth, moans muffled between the two of you. Your hips lift to meet each thrust, taking his cock all the way to the hilt each time.

Gone are the worries of all the plots and plans. Gone is the concern of getting out of here and fear about the wedding. All that exists in the moment is the way Cassian is inside your pussy and the warmth that rolls across your skin.

Cassian’s fingers are on the top of the dress, tugging it down hard enough that a tearing noise fills the room. He exposes your breasts, bringing his mouth to one of your nipples and gently biting down on it. Moans are falling from your lips, urging him to keep going. He switches to the other nipple, swirling his tongue around it before straightening up. He grips your legs, resting your feet on his shoulders as he begins to fuck you in earnest.

You love how it feels to be fucked by him in your ruined dress and judging by the way his eyes roam across your body, he’s enjoying it just as much. Cassian leans forward a little, adjusting the angle of his cock before ramming it hard and fast in your wet hole. His hair has fallen in front of his face and he’s panting as both of your orgasms draw closer and closer.

Just to hear him talk in that sexy voice of his you like so much, you prompt, “You still like my dress after it’s been ruined?”

Cassian hisses sharply and his cock goes all the way to the hilt for a second or two before he pulls out. “I think I like it even more now. Better like this than walking down the aisle.”

You couldn’t agree more although your reply is lost by the next jerk of his hips which hits the sweet spot. Your fingers dig into the bed to hold onto something as Cassian’s thrusts grow erratic and messy.

“Cum around my cock,” He urges quietly, “Let me feel you tighten around me.”

Cassian fucks your cunt so hard and fast that each pump of his hips makes your body jolt. Your tits bounce, squeezed out by the bodice of the ruined wedding dress. This was not how you thought the night would go and definitely not how you thought the dress would end up.

“Come on, pretty girl,” Cassian continues, “Cum for me in your nice dress.”

Your eyes practically roll into the back of your head as your orgasm starts. It’s more intense than the first one and your walls clench around Cassian’s cock. He groans, giving one last thrust before unloading inside your pussy. Spilling out in your hole while you squeeze every drop from him, he moans again, going still. Together, you and this stranger finish.

After a few moments, Cassian gently rolls off you, trying to collect himself. You gingerly stretch out your legs, basking in the afterglow of fucking like that. You tilt your face in his direction. His eyes are closed, hair a mess, toned chest rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath.

Your eyes fall to the window, seeing a sliver of sky.

A small dot is going across it, tracing a steady arc towards the stars, signaling they are no longer keeping ships grounded.

You smile.

Your breathing is unsteady, your legs cramping from being bunched up in the smuggling compartment on Cassian’s ship. Even though ships are being allowed to depart off world, there is extra security and scanning being done. It had been tricky enough to get to the ship without drawing attention, wearing Cassian’s extra clothes that didn’t fit properly and a cloak tossed around your shoulders. Better not to risk it further.

You can hear the low hum of the engine idling but nothing else. It is difficult not knowing how it’s going. Your nerves are swimming in your stomach. You’re picturing getting caught, dragged back to your fiancé. You’re picturing something terrible happening to Cassian because he’s helping you. You rub the palms of your hands against the baggy pants but it doesn’t seem to help.

And then, when time seems to stretch into an eternity, bending and threatening to burst with your impatience, the engine grows louder, a roaring that you can feel across your body. Still, you remain crouched, knowing Cassian made it very clear not to leave the compartment until he came to get you.

Even though you hardly knew Cassian, it hadn’t entered your mind since sleeping together that he would turn you in. He gained nothing from it because he didn’t seem interested in any money. He carried a past within him, just like you did.

The rumbling of the engine changes; it shifts into the familiar sensation of hyperspace. A few seconds later, the door to the compartment opens and Cassian is peering down at you.

He grins.

“Just entered hyperspace.”

Relief bubbles up in your chest and you laugh. He reaches down for you, helping you out of the compartment. You could almost cry due to the intensity of emotions you’re experiencing.

Cassian, with his gentle brown eyes and tender expression on his face, asks, “What now?”

The question is a powerful one. Limitless with the universe at your fingertips. You aren’t sure how to show your appreciation to this man who helped you escape your wedding when the plan seemed to be in shambles.

“I don’t know,” You reply, unable to stop from laughing, “I guess…I guess whatever the hell I want.”

And Cassian laughs too, reveling in your personal freedom that he helped bring to fruition.

the end.

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Cassian Andor NSFW alphabet

Pairing: Cassian Andor x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 2300 words

Warnings: multiple sex positions, come feeding, praise, creampie, exhibitionism, sex toys, oral, fingering, nipple play, rimming, finger sucking. Let me know if I forgot anything major!

Author’s Note: I really wanted to do it so thank you for the encouragement ;)

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Main Masterlist ・❥・Cassian Andor Masterlist

NSFW UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Cassian is doting and caring after the act. He loves taking his time smothering you in kisses and running his fingers through your body. There’s something about that intimacy that fills his heart with joy and cannot stop slowly breathing close to your ear as he pulls you closer and closer. He also likes it when you run your fingers through his hair, loving that familiar intimate touch. Cassian also loves helping you shower after the act, caressing your body and lathering it slowly until he makes sure you are clean as you can be.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Cassian does love his face and his hair a lot. He likes also his scruffy beard and loves nuzzling against your neck or cheek or even when you caress him in tender moments. As for the women, Cassian does not have a preference per se, he is just a woman lover through and through and loves being able to caress and touch your body any way he likes discovering what is the most unique thing about you. Cassian also is obsessed with your lips, he loves kissing, he loves making out and he loves the sticky sounds that come with it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Cassian likes cumming everywhere basically. He loves shooting on your face, and loves it when he paints your breasts with it, and also loves it when he can double finish inside you and watch it all leak out. He also loves feeding you his cum with his long fingers. Is a mental image that stays with him for days and days.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

The dirtiest secret that Cassian keeps to himself is that he loves it to eat your ass and he also loves it when you do it for him. Is very rare and he loves knowing someone else can make him such a mess like this.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Cassian is very experienced. He could not be more experienced, his reputation is well and known along the lands and he has nothing but satisfied partners, his only problem is that he never stays long enough to stick around. But he takes his time, for your pleasure, delaying his as long as you are pleading and begging for no more. He loves knowing he has that effect on you. Also, there is no move, no kink, and no activity that Cassian hasn’t already done or isn’t game for. Cassian in a very well-experienced lover and he never minds taking the lead or taking a seat back depending on the situation.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Riding. He loves you on top of him, breasts bare, hands on his hair, pulling them as you are trying to fuck yourself on him. He of course prefers making no effort at all just watching you struggle. Once he has enough of your performance, he loves pinning you down and grabbing your wrists as he fucks you animalistically against any surface. Also, he loves it very much to fuck behind a door, standing up, with your leg around his back.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Cassian has humor, he knows how to laugh at the funny moment or recite a funny story to have you loosen up easier. He knows how easily one joke can turn into him sliding a finger inside, so he never misses an opportunity to do so. And he also loves hearing your laugh during the act, watching you so happy as he is staffing you fully.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is as groomed as his life allows him to be. Obviously, there is hair everywhere on his body but his hygiene is the best it can be. He likes taking care of himself and cleaning himself, even if he skips the colognes because he is not living a fancy life out there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Cassian is romantic during the act because it’s a rare moment where he gets to be as free and as loving as he can be. He kisses you between anything and praises you and repeats words of affirmation and love all the time, worshipping you and the world in every aspect. But he also keeps it rough at the same time. He manages to balance it out perfectly. Showing his affection to you is his favorite thing to do during the act.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Cassian prefers real sex instead of masturbation and is never hard enough for him to find someone but in the moments that he does, he does it slowly, preferably listening to an old voice message of yours or finding a picture of you. His head is full of thought as he brings both hands, one on his cock, one fonding his balls, grunting as he cums. Especially when he has you on the other line of the Comcast link.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Cassian has many kinks. He loves bondage, he loves grinding, he loves your breasts, he loves fucking your ass, he likes some pain, he likes watching you cry from too much pleasure, he loves spanking you, he loves it when you choke him or tie him up. He loves the sloppiest blow jobs and fingering you with his gloves on, shoving his cock between your breasts, and then facefucking you. He loves it in any way he can find and loves switching you but he also loves commanding you and watching you do exactly as he says. He also likes it when you blindfold him and all he can do is anticipate your next move, He also likes it when you are fully naked, riding his thigh while he is all dressed up. And creampies. Basically, he likes it all.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Beds and of course the cockpit. Always the favorite place for any pilot. But mostly he likes doing it in close proximity to being caught, in alleys and behind the bar and mostly behind closed doors and even right where you wouldn’t expect one to. One palm over your mouth and his cock deep between your ass cheeks and into your pussy fucking you fast.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Cassian is one of those people who is always horny, maybe is the way he lives, and the danger that comes with it but he is always thinking about it in some way. So is not hard for him to get turned on at all. But he does love it when you call his name, something so intimate and yet familiar about it.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He doesn’t have many turn-offs, but he won’t ever do something you wouldn’t want him to do.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He both loves giving and receiving. He likes spending hours eating you out with your legs trying to push his head in and of course he loves watching you gag on his cock, trying to swallow him whole. He is quite an expert at it, pussy eating by now, and is one of the first things he does during the act, he never proceeds to fuck you without at least one orgasm before he gets his cock inside you. He uses both his fingers and his tongue, wanting to have you as wet as possible before he makes a move. One hand always goes up to your breasts squeezing them as the other one has fingers shoved inside you, the tip of his tongue flicking your clit. On the rare days he gets to eat you out for more than an hour, he cums like that shooting inside his pants. Some other times though he is even stroking his cock as you are drowning him with your thighs. Now when it comes to him, he is also cool with whatever you are comfortable with, if you don’t like it fast he will go slow. Even if he likes guiding you on his cock, he also wonders what you can do on your own so a lot of times he just relaxes and watches you do all the work.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Cassian can be anything he wants at the moment. Sometimes he likes it slow, sometimes depending on the day he had he likes it rough, and other times he likes barely moving all night as he is circling your nipples with the tip of his tongue. After a bad mission, he will take his frustration out on you, and on a good day, he will fuck you senseless out of happiness.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He likes quickies. He doesn’t mind at all, having some for a little bit until he can get more later or even on the days he won’t. He also doesn’t mind giving you some as a treat. He could do it several times a day if there is no premise for the night or a couple of times till he can.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Cassian is always game to experiment. He loves taking risks and trying new things. He loves knowing as much as possible as there is to know about the act and he loves trying new things and even new places. He also loves breaking in things and furniture like this.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh, Cassian can last. He can last well. He loves taking his time when he can to fuck you and pleasure and he almost always wants a minimum of two rounds if he sees you can keep it up he loves amping that to four. Those rare nights where he reaches seven times are his favorite though but it does take hours.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Well, depending on the narrative whether they exist or not in the universe, Cassian wouldn’t hesitate to use one. He knows the device could be beneficial to the overall experience and he does put your pleasure first and always. Now when it comes to sensory deprivations and tricks he is the first to suggest using them because it’s something he prefers. Whether on him or on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Cassian loves teasing because he knows he will be fucking and commanding you later. He is going to start by whispering inappropriate things in your ear, making lewd comments, and very rarely touching you because he knows you’d find his voice more compelling for that and he also likes to smirk and wink or even lick his lips together.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Cassian can become loud if he wants to. Most of the time he might try to keep it quiet because the walls are never thin but when he can let loose, he makes sure anyone could hear him. He loves to speak during the act because he is overall a talker and between praises and degrading words, the biggest sound that hangs off his lips is your name. A constant repeat of it is like a prayer. He also has an extremely performative face during the act making you want to watch his expressions.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Cassian loves dancing. He loves to watch you move and swing for him and then give him a lap dance. He loves and craves it but he never ever asks for it. He loves the whole act of you grinding on him and him groping you as you go and likes it even more when all of this is happening during a public appearance. He is pretty exhibitionist like this. He loves the risk of being caught, knowing just three seconds ago he was just cumming inside you while now he is casually talking to someone else.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Cassian has a good physique. His body is overall lean and muscular with various scars covering from his harder days. The occasional tattoo symbolizes something important for him and of course, his favorite part is the marks frpm your teeth on his neck.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Cassian possesses a very high sex drive. He can keep at it for hours and he is always somehow up for it. He would never say no to a quickie, whatever body part it required, oral or physical sex. He likes it often so he almost never says no to it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Sex is Cassian’s biggest stress reliever. It doesn’t take him long to fall asleep afterward, holding you close to his arms and rocking you slowly as he whispers sweet melodies against your ear. He loves the romance and the intimacy of the act because he doesn’t get enough love often so he makes sure to savor these rare moments as much as he can. When he falls asleep, he is usually naked with his cock still deep inside you and you sprawled on his naked chest, his hands keeping you warm.

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writingdumpster · 1 year

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settle down

pairing: Cassian Andor x wife!reader

warnings: SMUT 18+, fem receiving oral, breeding kink, p in v, fingering, size kink, cockwarming if you squint

summary: Cassian gives up his job in the field to start a family.

word count: 4,350 (went a lil crazy)

Cassian had been gone on his latest mission for five weeks. When you got off work he was waiting for you outside the building you worked in. You had practically dragged him home, allowing no time for conversation. You pulled him on top of you when you got into your house. You were desperately kissing him and touching any part of his body you could find when Cassian’s comlink started beeping. He pulled away from you, but you grabbed onto him tightly.

“Kassa, no! Let it ring! Please,” you begged him. Cassian gave you a peck on the nose.

“I’m sorry, my princess. It could be about the mission debrief,” he said as you clawed at him.

“Please, Kassa,” you whined but he detached himself from you and answered the call. You heard him talking indistinctly as you laid on your couch pouting. A minute or two later Cassian came back into the room and started picking up his discarded shirt and jacket.

“You’re leaving?” You complained, sitting up.

“Just for a quick meeting, my princess,” Cassian said. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“I already know it,” you pouted as you crossed your arms over your chest. Cassian chuckled. He pulled his shirt over his head and then kneeled down to meet your eye. He rested one hand on your thigh and reached up with his other, taking your cheek in his hand.

“It won’t be long, beautiful. I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he said. You broke eye contact with Cassian and looked away from him. You gave a small nod. Cassian sighed but he rose to his feet. He kissed the top of your head and headed for the door.

You sat on the couch and waited. You were so tired of being home alone. You had gotten the home off base to share and you were the only one who was ever there. You loved Cassian and Cassian loved his job and you loved him for that, but you had to admit that there were times when you wished he would just stay home with you. You knew in your heart that Cassian would never be able to take a desk job, and you’d known that when you married him. He had promised to give you a family one day, but you knew your whole life was going to be spent missing your husband. You accepted that. It was the price of loving Cassian, and you would’ve paid any price for the honor.

The door to your home slid open behind you and you heard Cassian unlacing his boots. He came into view and sat back on the couch with you. He had a wide smile on his face. He looked light and happy which was abnormal for Cassian. He pulled your legs up across his lap and rested his hands on your thighs, hands spreading wide to touch all of your body that he could.

“When do you have to leave again?” You asked sadly.

“I don’t,” Cassian said, his smile immovable. You screwed your eyebrows together in confusion.

“You don’t have to leave?” You questioned. Cassian shook his head.

“No. That meeting was for me to sign my discharge papers,” Cassian told you. “I’m taking a desk job,” he finished.

“A desk job?” You repeated. Cassian smiled and nodded. He had been excited to share his surprise with you.

“Yes, my princess. So that we can finally have a family,” he explained.

“You—You’re—What?” You were in utter disbelief. This was so un-Cassian.

“We’ve both wanted a family for a while now, but I’m never home long enough,” Cassian said. “I need to be home for you. For us.” You thought for a moment.

“Cassian, you love field work,” you said.

“I love you,” he said.

“Kassa…you’re not going to be happy,” you started. You wanted him home. Of course you wanted him home, but you knew your husband. And he was not a paper pusher.

“You make me happy,” he said. You shook your head.

“It’s not the same, Kassa.” Cassian gave you a look that you knew meant he wanted you to keep explaining. “You love your life as a spy. You love running from people and at people and fighting and hiding and being in danger. It’s who you are.” You ran a hand along Cassian’s cheek. “And I love you.”

“I love you too,” Cassian said.

“But you won’t be happy if you take a desk job,” you finished. Cassian smiled at you lovingly. You cared for him so deeply and he was acutely aware of how lucky he was to have you in that moment. He knew how badly you wanted him home, but even when he was offering it to you, you were still worrying for him and what he wanted.

“I’ll be happy,” he said. You started to argue again but Cassian kept talking. “I’ve been thinking about it since we got married, but the Rebel Alliance was struggling,” he confessed.

“Kassa, you love being in the field. You can’t sacrifice that.”

“A family with you is worth any sacrifice. My job isn’t even a sacrifice.” Cassian could see you were unconvinced. “I did not quit before because I wanted the galaxy to be safe for our family,” Cassian said.

“So, you want to start a family? Settle down?” You asked in disbelief.

“I have always wanted to settle down with you, my princess.” You pursed your lips as you looked into Cassian’s eyes. You were searching for any sign that he wasn’t sure, that he might regret this later. Cassian could tell what you were thinking and took your hands in his, giving them a squeeze. “I’m sure about this, my princess.”

“You’re really ready for this?” You asked.

“I am not just ready. It’s what I want,” he assured you. He took your face in his hands and tilted your forehead to lean against his own.

“Kassa,” you started, but Cassian interrupted.

“Please, beautiful. I want to be home with you. I want you to have my children,” Cassian pleaded. You nodded, finally sure that he truly wanted this—that he wouldn’t miss his life in the field.

“Should we start now?” You asked with a smirk. Cassian chuckled.

“We could at least start practicing,” he said.

The next thing you knew, both of you were naked and Cassian had you sprawled out on your bed as he kissed up your body from your ankle. His eyes were on yours as he ascended your body, his soft kisses and touches drawing goosebumps to your skin. You reached down and laced your fingers with his messy hair. It hadn’t been cut since the last time you saw him. His beard was scratching against your soft skin. His kisses reached the apex of your thighs. He stopped and started to pull your legs further apart for him but you tugged at his hair to get his attention.

“Just fuck me, Cassian,” you begged.

“I haven’t tasted you in five weeks, sweet girl,” Cassian said. “I need you, please,” he finished. A small moan escaped your lips at the desperation in Cassian’s voice. You nodded wordlessly to give your approval. Cassian resumed his actions of spreading your legs for himself. He pulled them wide and then pushed them up so that you were being folded in half.

“Kassa,” you murmured when you felt his warm breath over your clit. Suddenly you felt his soft tongue dragging through your slit. His movements were slow and decadent. He was savoring every drop of your cum that he could swallow and the taste of your skin on his tongue. He moaned against your cunt as he continued to make his slow and lazy strokes through your folds. He had you moaning helplessly, unable to keep quiet for even a second.

“I love the way you taste,” Cassian groaned against your pussy. His mustache and beard were glistening with your cum when he leaned away from you. “I could eat your pussy all day.” He leaned back down to your cunt. He continued his self-indulgent slurps at your dripping folds, stopping every now and then to suckle at your clit. He was worshiping you as you laid there with your hands clutching at the sheets and mouth wide open in bliss.

“Cassian, I want you inside me,” you called down between your moans.

“Come for me first, sweetheart,” Cassian told you.

“Don’t wanna, Kassa,” you whined. “Want you inside me now.”

“Hold your legs open for me,” he ordered. You sighed dramatically as you took hold of your knees and kept your legs spread wide for Cassian. He released his hold on you since you were now holding your legs open. He reached down with his right hand and rubbed his ring and middle finger over your slit, collecting a bit of your cum on his fingertips. He looked up at your eyes as he pushed his fingers into you, watching the way your face contorted as his fingers stretched you.

“Now you have me inside you, sweetheart,” Cassian said as he leaned back down, reattaching his mouth to your cunt. He moved his fingers slowly but kept them hooked inside you as he put pressure against your spongy walls with every stroke. Cassian was luxuriating in the taste of you as he continued to move his tongue against your body. You were moaning frantically as your orgasm approached.

“Oh, Cassian! I’m so close!” You cried out. Cassian moaned against you. He moved his lips to your clit, sucking harshly as he began thrusting his fingers into you more quickly. You dug your nails into his shoulder as you reached down for any part of him you could find. You were crying out loudly in pleasure. Cassian leaned away so he could watch you. He watched your face scrunch up in pleasure. He watched your mouth hang open while you moaned. He watched your back arch away from the mattress before you reached down to grab onto him.

“That’s my girl,” Cassian encouraged you. “How does it feel?” He asked. He pressed his thumb against your clit.

“It feels—ungh! Feels so—mmm—so fucking good, Kassa!” You gasped. Cassian felt you flexing around his fingers and began moving them more quickly.

“Come, baby.” Cassian didn’t need to tell you. You couldn’t have held back a second longer. You screamed out in pleasure. Your legs began shaking as your cunt flexed uncontrollably around his fingers.

“Oh, Kassa!” You cried. You were making an endless string of unidentifiable noises as you came. You let your hips drop back down against the bed as your orgasm began to recede. You took deep breaths, trying to calm yourself.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” Cassian called down to you after he had given you a moment. He had moved up your body and was pressing soft kisses to your neck and chest. You nodded.

“Yes, Kassa,” you assured him. “Are you gonna fill me up now?” You asked. Cassian groaned at the thought alone.

“Is that what you want, my sweet girl?” He asked you in a low tone. His accent was thicker and his voice was making you weak.

“Yes, Kassa,” you told him. “I want you to get me pregnant,” you finished.

“Fuck, baby,” Cassian cursed under his breath. “I’m going to fuck you till my cum is dripping out of your pretty little pussy.”

“Please, Cassian. I need to feel you,” you whined. You reached down and grabbed Cassian’s cock. You made a few lazy strokes before moving your hands to Cassian’s hips. You were pushing at his body, trying to get him to move to a position so you could get him inside you. He started laughing as he watched your attempts to reposition his body from beneath him.

“Don’t laugh at me!” You snapped. Cassian chuckled as he leaned down to kiss you.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. You’re just so cute when you get this desperate,” he said. You whined in frustration.

“What do you want, Kassa? What do I have to do?” You asked.

“Tell me how bad you want me,” he ordered.

“I want you so fucking bad, Kassa. I’ve missed you so much and I need you. Nothing compares to you,” you moaned.

“How did you do while I was gone, baby? Did you take care of yourself?” Cassian asked. This was a game that the two of you played throughout your relationship. You would tell each other how you made yourselves come when you were apart whenever you got back together. You shook your head in embarrassment.

“Couldn’t come without you,” you admitted. Cassian’s expression softened.

“Aw, baby,” he cooed. He kissed you softly, nuzzling his nose against yours. “I’ll take care of you now. Just relax,” he said. He shifted and you felt the warm head of his cock pressed against your pussy lips. Cassian had never had sex without a condom before. He had a chaotic life and he had never been willing to risk pregnancy before. Now it wasn’t a risk though. It was the intention.

“Fucking hell, baby,” Cassian groaned lowly as he slipped into you raw for the first time. “You feel incredible.”

“Kassa, deeper,” you moaned desperately. Cassian followed your instruction without complaint, letting your plush walls suck him in. You moaned in unison as he pushed all the way into you. Cassian stilled his hips once he was completely buried inside you. Part of your sex routine was always for him to give you a moment after he slipped into you. The confidence he carried himself with wasn’t a coincidence and even after three years you still needed time to adjust to his size. Cassian leaned down to kiss you. You involuntarily clamped down onto his cock and he moaned against your lips.

“Can I move?” He asked. You hummed a yes to him through the kiss. One of your hands wound through his hair and the other was clawing at his back and ass. You felt Cassian’s cock begin slowly dragging out of you. You could feel every ridge and vein in his cock without the layer of latex that usually separated the two of you.

“I can feel all of you, Kassa,” you murmured through your moans.

“I know—fuck,” Cassian gasped as he continued his steady thrusts. “You’re so wet,” he murmured. “Never been this wet before.”

“I missed you,” you whimpered defensively.

“Never have to miss me again, sweet girl,” he told you as he began to speed up his thrusts. You let out a dramatic cry almost immediately, still overwhelmed by your first orgasm. After five weeks without release your first orgasm had opened the floodgates of all that you had pent up. Cassian was grunting roughly as he slammed into you. You could feel him pulsing inside you.

“Ugh, Kassa!” You cried.

“Are you going to come for me again, sweet girl?” Cassian asked. His voice was low and almost threatening. Like if you said ‘no’ you would have regretted it.

“Yes!” You cried out. Cassian’s strokes were growing less and less uniform. He grabbed one of your legs underneath the knee and pulled it up, hitching it above his hip.

“Come. Now.” You cried out in pleasure. The new angle was too much to handle and you slammed into your next orgasm, thrusting your hips up from the bed into Cassian’s body.

“Ohh, please! Kassa!” You whined loudly. Your cunt was flexing and tightening around Cassian’s cock as he continued to thrust into you.

“Fuck, y/n!” Cassian shouted. His hips stilled, but you felt his cock twitching inside you and then there was a warmth filling your core that you’d never felt before. You could hear the sloppy sound of his cum in your wet cunt as he made a few more lazy thrusts before stilling inside you.

“It’s so warm, Kassa,” you whispered as his body weight held you to the mattress. “I can feel it inside me.”

“How does it feel, sweet girl?” He asked. His head was against your chest but he tipped his head to press a kiss to your chin, his mustache tickling your jaw.

“Feels good. I want more,” you told him. Cassian chuckled.

“I didn’t give you enough yet?” He teased you. He leaned up on his elbows so he could look down at you. He kissed the tip of your nose lightly. You shook your head.

“Uh-uh,” you grunted. “You said you’d fuck me till your cum was dripping out of me,” you pouted. Cassian was still buried inside you as the two of you spoke. You could feel the weight of his cock inside you. He had softened since his orgasm, but he was big enough that you could still feel him filling you.

“Is that what you want, sweet girl? You want your pussy to be dripping with my cum?” You could feel Cassian beginning to harden inside you. You clenched down onto his cock and pulled a broken gasp from him.

“Please,” you called. “Give me your cum, Cassian. Let me give you a baby.”

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Cassian groaned as he began thrusting again. He was quickly hardening and he only had to make a couple strokes before he had returned to his full length.

“Thank you, Kassa,” you moaned gratefully.

“So desperate for me,” Cassian murmured. “So needy.” He was beginning to build a slow and steady rhythm when you put a hand against his chest. He had been staring at the part of your bodies where you were connected, watching as his white cum seeped out around his cock as he thrust into you. He looked up at you when you touched him.

“I want to ride you, Kassa,” you said. Your voice was light and warm, sounding almost innocent. Cassian nodded. He leaned down and pressed another kiss to your lips before slipping out of you and turning onto his back. He held his arms out as you climbed up onto your knees. You swung one leg over him so you were straddling him. His thick cock was lying against his muscular stomach.

“Come here,” Cassian called to you. You got your hips lined up with his and he wasted no time in taking his cock and pushing the head inside you. You began to slowly push down onto him, both of you letting out erotic moans. You could hear the lewd sound of Cassian’s cum sloshing inside your wet pussy while you sank down onto him. You stilled as your ass met Cassian’s hips, seated all the way against him. He was deep inside you, his tip prodding against your cervix. You fell forward against his chest, overwhelmed by how deep he was inside you.

“You’re so deep, Kassa,” you whimpered. Your head was resting against Cassian’s shoulder, chest pressed to his. Cassian wrapped his arms around you. One hand settled on your ass, giving it a tender squeeze; The other hand reached up to your back drawing a featherlight line up and down your spine. Cassian began slowly thrusting into you as you laid against his chest. You pushed up from his body so you were upright. The hand on your back slid down your body and settled on your thigh. He squeezed the fat of your leg. He had always been very clear about how much he loved your curves.

“My pretty girl,” Cassian murmured up at you. His hands slid up your soft stomach to cup your breasts. He held their weight in his hands, reaching up with his thumbs to run them over your perky nipples. He whispered something in Kenarian under his breath as his eyes drank in every inch of you. The way he looked at you made you feel like a priceless work of art. You’d never liked being the center of attention, but you loved being the center of Cassian’s attention.

You began moving up and down Cassian’s cock slowly, falling all the way down with every drop of your hips. You pressed your hands against his chest to give yourself some balance as you continued to bounce up and down on his hard length. Cassian’s hands were touching every inch of you he could reach. He leaned away from the mattress to sit upright so he could reach you better.

“I love your body,” Cassian muttered. Your hands fell to Cassian’s shoulders and you started bouncing faster, feeling him poke into your g spot with each rock of your hips. You began rolling your hips and when your hips moved forward towards Cassian’s body you gasped and your hips stuttered, falling still as his cock rubbed against the perfect spot inside you.

“Mmmph, fuck,” you gasped.

“What’s wrong?” Cassian asked, surprised by your sudden abandonment of your rhythm. You took a deep breath and began moving your hips again, searching for the same spot again.

“Nothing,” you murmured. “Just felt good.” Cassian smirked, realizing that his cock had made you feel so good that you had to stop moving. He reached down between your bodies and pushed his thumb against your clit.

“Make yourself come, sweet girl,” Cassian ordered. “Make yourself come and I’ll give you another load.” You moaned out in response and quickly began moving your hips again. Cassian began moving his thumb against your clit, sending electric pleasure throughout your body.

“Ahhh! Kassa!” You cried.

“You can do it, sweet girl,” Cassian whispered against your skin. He sucked at your pulse point leaving behind a small purple bruise. You dragged your nails down his chest as you found the spot inside you that had shocked you. You came undone almost instantly.

“Kassa! Kassa! Kassa!” You chanted as you fucked yourself on Cassian’s cock. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling your chest against his and burying your head in his neck. You were panting, trying to recover from your orgasm. The walls of your cunt tightened down on his cock, trying to pull him impossibly deeper inside you.

“Fuck, yes, y/n,” Cassian groaned. His breath caught in his throat as he felt himself come again. You moaned involuntarily as you felt Cassian’s cum filling you once more.

“Yes, Kassa! Fill me up!” You cried. He thrust up into you a few more times before letting you fall still on top of him. After a moment he rolled you off him and onto your back. He crawled down the bed and kneeled between your knees. He pushed your legs apart and stared down at his prize.

Your pink lips were swollen after coming so many times. There was a thin layer of Cassian’s spend around the lips of your pussy. Your inner thighs and ass were soaked with your own wet release. Cassian ran the tip of his finger through your slit. You whimpered slightly.

“Careful. Sensitive,” you warned. Cassian hummed in acknowledgment. He pushed his finger into you suddenly and as he pulled it out, his cum poured out of you in a quick rush and dribbled down your asshole.

“Oh, fuck,” Cassian groaned as he stared at your bare pussy, marked with his hot cum. “That’s so hot.”

“Do you think it worked?” You asked tiredly. Cassian chuckled. He climbed over your body, his weight pressing against you. He pressed soft and gentle kisses all over your face.

“We can keep trying if it did not,” Cassian said.

“We can keep trying if it did too,” you said with a smirk. Cassian grinned. He kissed your lips tenderly.

“We can never be too careful,” he murmured. The two of you curled into one another’s bodies and drifted off to sleep with smiles upon your faces.

Five Years Later:

“Papa, I’m going to be late!” Your daughter complained. Cassian smiled to himself. It was his daughter’s first day of school. She had been talking about it for months.

“You won’t be late, sweetie,” Cassian assured her. “Sit down.” Your daughter plopped herself on the bench by the door and Cassian picked up her small pink sneakers. He slipped them onto her feet. Just then you walked into the room with your daughter’s lunchbox in hand.

“Pay attention, sweetie. I’ll do the right and then you do the left,” Cassian carefully tied your daughter’s right shoe, describing what he was doing as he pulled the bow tight. Your daughter reached down to her left shoe and clumsily tied the laces. She looked up at Cassian with a hopeful smile on her face as she waited for her father’s approval.

“Like that?” She asked.

“Exactly. Good job, sweetie,” Cassian said with a smile. He looked over his shoulder to see you watching him and your daughter fondly. You approached and handed your daughter her lunch box. She sprang off the bench and grabbed her backpack as well.

“Can I go now?” Your daughter pleaded.

“After you give me and mama a hug goodbye,” Cassian said. Your daughter threw her arms around each of you before wishing you a goodbye and hurrying out the door. The two of you followed her out and watched as she skipped towards the shuttle pick up. Cassian wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. You slid your arm around his back, fingers tapping a mindless rhythm against his side.

“She’s going to be smarter than both of us,” Cassian said. You smiled.

“She already is,” you replied. Cassian chuckled. He turned his head and kissed your temple lovingly.

“Remember when you tried to convince me to stay in the field?” Cassian asked. You laughed lightly.

“We all make mistakes,” you told him. The two of you watched the shuttle pull up to the stop. Your daughter got to the door and turned back to you. She gave you a toothy grin and an exaggerated wave.

“We did not make a mistake that time.” You smiled softly at Cassian. You leaned up to kiss him tenderly.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “We got that one right.”

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As Long as the Stars Allow

Cassian Andor x Duchess!Reader Warnings: Talk of death, canon typical violence, sexism, smut (including oral, PiV, and slight choking and orgasm denial, thigh riding), possessiveness (from both Cassian and reader) Summary: I honestly don’t have a summary... It’s kind of an enemies to lovers, friends with benefits, fake bodyguard, soulmates story.

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Nothing could ever shake your unwavering loyalty to the Rebellion, or at least that’s what you thought before you met him. Cassian Andor. Infamous rebel spy, ladies man, fighter to his core, and the one person in the Rebellion you hated almost as much as the Empire itself. For quite some time now you have wondered how it was possible for you to get along with every single other rebel, and then you met Cassian and all that went out the window. It wasn’t exactly hate at first sight, in fact the first conversation the two of you had had been good. He was reserved and held back, didn’t tell you anything about his past of his motivation to join the Rebel Alliance, but he was polite, nice, almost flirty. Well, the next time you saw him all that had changed. Cassian had single-handedly managed to make you question whether taking down the Empire was really worth spending time with him. Until said Empire committed another atrocity that is and you realised that as annoying as Cassian might be, it was worth it. For you, your loved ones, your people, and the entire galaxy. “Your Grace, Bail Organa requests your presence in his office,” the voice of your trusted lady drew your attention away from your brooding thoughts. You turned away from the window, the millions of stars outside it, and nodded your thanks to her. You had expected to be called into someone’s office sooner rather than later, after all you had already spent more time on the starship than you liked. Every second you spent with the rebels, even worse on one of their ships, was a risk. You could gather intel at meetings, read classified reports from the Empire only community leaders had access to, help the Rebellion in many little ways, but actually being with them for an extended period of time might draw the wrong kind of attention and blow your cover of neutrality. Your lady following behind you, you made your way to Bail’s office, the doors of which opened the second you halted in front of them. “Please wait here for me, Mira.” With a small curtsy your lady told you that she understood and you entered the office, the doors closing behind you again. Bail Organa stood with his back to you, another human male next to him, and an all too familiar Togruta facing both of them and thereby you. “Y/n, I’m glad you could join us,” Ahsoka said with a smile on her face. You returned the gesture, focusing all your attention on her so as not to stare daggers at the other man in the room, who out of the corner of your eye you had by now recognised as none other than Cassian Andor. “The pleasure is all mine. I didn’t know you’d be here,” you told her as you walked across the office to give her a hug. Despite a ten year age difference you counted Ahsoka to your closest friends, one of the few other women in the Rebellion and someone who had been through more than you could ever imagine. “You’re more beautiful every time I see you,” Ahsoka told you, looking you over. You knew you looked your best today, your white dress flattering your body shape and your hair styled in the newest fashion with a flower native to your planet braided into it. “Doesn’t she?” The last words were directed at the two men in the office, forcing you to stand beside Ahsoka and look at them. “Beautiful like a midnight flower, your Grace,” Bail said with a smooth kiss to your hand. Cassian, on the other hand, didn’t even acknowledge you. Instead he kept his gaze focused on the holopad on the desk. “Enough with the pleasantries now. Please, let’s get to business. What is so important that we had to meet here?” Finally, Cassian looked up, his dark eyes meeting yours in a cold stare. “Why? Did your Grace have somewhere more important to be?” Out of his mouth the honorific sounded like an insult. It was only due to years of education and dealing with condescending politicians that you managed to ignore him and instead focus on the two people in the room you actually liked. “I know what you risk by meeting us here, Y/n, but there was nowhere else we deemed safe,” Ahsoka said. “What we’re about to tell you could change everything.” Her words made you look at the datapad, which displayed a map and a long list of names next to it. It took you a moment to recognise some of them. Bail was on that list, as was his wife Queen Breha and even their daughter, though only just a teenager. Ahsoka, deemed dead by the Empire, wasn’t on it, but you spotted a few other familiar names, friends, other rebels you had only spoken to briefly. Cassian. You looked up from the list and met his eyes. He knew he was on the list, of course he did, maybe that was the reason he was here now, and though you should have expected him to be on the list, especially with what little you know of his past, it somehow shocked you that the Empire was really after him, that one day he might not return from a mission. “Cassian here managed to secure this list a couple of weeks ago. It’s names and last known locations of people the Empire knows or thinks might be a danger to it. Spies, rebels, gang members, everyone who for some reason or other isn’t happy with the Empire.” You looked at Bail as he talked, an unspoken question in your eyes. He shook his head. “You’re not on that list. But that doesn’t mean there aren’t others on which you might be.” You nodded. It had always been a risk to work for the Rebellion, you knew that one day the Empire might find out and you would have to face the consequences. “What’s the plan? Do you want me to hide those people on Kamaanti?” It was somewhat of a rhetorical question, you knew, and everyone else in the room did as well, that you might have been able to hide a few people on your small planet but not an entire list of enemies to the Empire, at least not without getting yourself on that list as well, and getting people killed in the process. “You’re invited to the Empire’s annual masquerade ball, right?” Another rhetorical question. As Duchess of Kamaanti you were invited every year, forced to dance with Imperials, listen to their ideas and how they thought they were the greatest beings to ever walk the galaxy, and in an admittedly clever way kept away from any known rebel sympathisers at the event. “I am.” Bail nodded. You remember, years ago, when he and his family had been invited to the ball as well. That’s where you first met, where you found out that Bail, in his days as a republic senator, had been quite close with your own parents before their untimely death, where he had begun to give you hints of a group of people who weren’t exactly on board with the Empire. The last couple of years the Organas were still invited, as the royal family of Alderaan they had to be, though be it on paper only. Everyone knew that they weren’t exactly welcome, other than you they had never kept their political opinions exactly quiet. “And it is still held in the Great Imperial Ballroom on Coruscant?” You confirmed. “And do you know what lies beneath the ballroom?” You turned away from Bail to look at Ahsoka, who had spoken for the first time in a while. “I don’t,” you admitted after a moment of silence. “But you do, don’t you? You were raised on Coruscant.” Just like with Cassian, you knew only a little about Ahsoka’s past. You knew that she, like Bail, had known your parents before their death, that she was raised on Coruscant, that she kept many secrets she wouldn’t even tell you. “What is now known as the Great Imperial Ballroom wasn’t always a ballroom. It used to be a training facility, which is quite useful since both a ballroom and a training room require soft flooring, big spaces, speakers for music. What are now the guest suites used to be dormitories, and underneath the ballroom, where there used to be storage, are now secret offices. Offices where the Empire does things they don’t exactly want the public to know.” You nodded along with her words. Things they don’t exactly want the public to know, such as writing up lists of enemies of the Empire, basically kill lists. “And you want me to, what, sneak into the basement and delete the list?” It wasn’t exactly madness, but almost equally as insane. Sure, you had an invitation to enter the building, a suite reserved for you just a few floors up, but you had no experience with breaking and entering whatsoever. You were an informant, you could help out with sensitive information, hide a few people if necessary, donate a star ship every once in a while, but you couldn’t break into a top secret office, at least not without... help. Your eyes flitted over to Cassian. That’s why he was here. You were the way in, he was the one to actually do the job. “Delete the list, see if there are any others, and if so delete them as well,” Bail confirmed your earlier question. You nodded along, barely registering his words. Why Cassian? There were dozens of others who could to the job, people you didn’t hate, who didn’t hate you. Why did it have to be him? “I’m sure you’re wondering what Cassian has to do with all of this,” Bail continued after a moment of silence. You scoffed. You liked Bail, you really did, but sometimes he, like most other men, underestimated you simply because of your pretty face and your fancy clothes. “I know exactly why he’s here. I’m the looks, he’s the brain.” Now it was Cassian’s turn to scoff. He glared at you with fire in his eyes. “I wouldn’t exactly say that you’re the looks. More like I’m the brain and the looks and you’re just our way in.” Charming, you thought, rolling your eyes at him. “Have you really thought this through, Bail?” Ahsoka asked, mirroring your thoughts exactly. Bail shrugged. “It’s an important mission and we need our best people on it. I’m sure they can cease acting like children for at least a little while.” Somehow his words struck you. You really were acting like children, weren’t you? Bail was right, this was an important mission and you couldn’t risk it by arguing with Cassian every time he opened his mouth or even just breathed in your direction. With an audible sigh you reached your hand across the desk, offering it to the spy. “Truce?” After a moment of heavy silence, and raised eyebrows from both Ahsoka and Bail, Cassian returned the gesture, enclosing your hand in his. The warmth of it, even in the slightly cold office, took you by surprise, as did the calluses against your soft skin. And yet his hand somehow fit in yours, not quite like a puzzle piece but it didn’t repulse you as much as you had anticipated. You squeezed his hand once, giving him your most dazzling smile, before letting go and turning back to Bail. “So, what’s the cover story? How am I going to get Cassian past security?”

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You were scared. It was a week later, you were on your way to the masquerade ball, and you were scared as fuck. This, though undeniably for a good cause, wasn’t what you had signed up for when you agreed to work with the Rebellion. This was espionage, you were used to sitting behind a desk, typing up neat reports to send to the Rebellion via paper, something that left little to no digital evidence the Empire could trace back to you. “You’re nervous,” It wasn’t a question, Cassian, sitting beside you in the traditional clothes of your personal guard, was simply stating a fact. And yet you couldn’t admit it, not to him. “I’m not.” You glanced over to your driver, the same woman who piloted your starship whenever you needed to leave the planet, who flew you from useless appointment to useless appointment. You trusted her, at least on the basic level you trusted most, if not all, of your employèes, but you couldn’t risk her overhearing anything. “You’re quite observant,” you told Cassian in your most regal voice, the one reserved for strangers and people you didn’t like. Or at least people other than Cassian you didn’t like, he somehow brought out a version of yourself you rarely showed, one that at the same time made you feel unlike yourself and more yourself than you were at any other time. Maybe he just agitated you so much that you lost all sense of self. “I’m your guard, it’s my job,” Cassian replied, the hint of warmth his voice had held earlier gone, replaced by the same professionalism you tried your best to conjure up. You silently cursed Bail for the idea to have Cassian pose as your guard. Admittedly, it clever since it would explain why the two of you would stick together the entire evening, and it was one of only two ways of getting Cassian inside the building. The other being having him pretend to be your date, your boyfriend or even fiancè, which everyone agreed wouldn’t be believable and likely end in injury or death for one or both of you. Moments of silence, in which every single way this mission could go wrong, crossed your mind, until finally the shining lights of the ballroom came into sight. “We’ve arrived, ma’am,” your driver announced. From the way Cassian almost choked beside you, you could tell that he was trying his best to hold back a scoff. A small smile found its way to your lips, it was quite fun seeing Cassian having to deal with all of this. You were raised from birth to one day inherit your mother’s title of Duchess of Kamaanti, to understand, and even appreciate, the protocol that came with the role, the responsibility. But all of this was new to Cassian, and for the first time in quite some time, the first time since he let it slip how he came to leave Kenari, you felt for him. “Let’s go, Cassian,” you said in a soft voice, hoping neither he nor your driver would misinterpret it as anything more than it was, a friendly way to encourage Cassian to get out there and face whatever the evening had to offer. You could hear him take a deep breath before he exited the ship and opened the door for you, allowing you to face the flashing lights and people lined up to watch the guests enter the ballroom. Cassian followed just a few steps behind you as you made your way up the stairs to the main entrance. “There are more witnesses than expected,” he whispered into your ear just as you reached the top step, the one spot where you were unlikely to be overheard by either guards or spectators. His warm breath his your ear and for a moment it made you forget just how cold you were in your beautiful, but quite thin, dress in the Coruscant night air. “That’s just outside, inside there’ll be way less people.” You continued to walk up to the Imperial officer in charge of greeting the guests, one you knew you had met at a previous event but couldn’t for the life of you remember the name of. “Your Grace,” he greeted you with a stiff bow, his expression telling you just how much he despised showing his respect to a woman, especially one so much younger than himself. “Lieutenant, “ you return, guessing his rank based on the medals gleaming on his chest. Cassian stood behind you, no doubt noticing every detail about the grand entrance hall and the man in front of you, taking note of every exit, surveillance camera, and blaster in the area. “And who is that with you?” Despite your best efforts the lieutenant’s question threw you off guard. You weren’t used to having your actions or the people in your company questioned, at least not openly though of course you knew that people talked behind closed doors, not even at an Imperial event. “This is my personal guard. I was assured that you were told he was accompanying me.” Cassian stepped ever so slightly closer to you, something you could only tell by the heat radiating off his body intensifying against your back. You had a feeling that if you played close enough attention you could be able to feel his breath hitting the back of your neck where your hair was pulled up. “You didn’t bring a guard with you last year, or the year before that.” It wasn’t a question but you nodded nonetheless, trying to hide the unease that you felt at realising that among hundreds, if not thousands, of guests the Empire paid close enough attention to you for even the lieutenant to notice a change in your company. “Due to the political climate my head of security thought it wise to have some extra protection.” You didn’t mention the Rebellion, didn’t say that this ball would be a perfect target and it would only make sense for someone as high ranking as yourself to have personal protection. You didn’t need to, the officer, if he knew what was good for him, would let you pass, opting to admit that the situation with the rebels was getting dangerous rather than risking angering you. “Of course, your Grace. An extra room in your suite for your guard has been prepared prior to your arrival.” You nodded, playing the part of snob nobility and not granting him a real answer, as you rushed past him, your skirt flowing behind you as you made your way to where you knew the lifts to be located. “Room 4215,” the lieutenant called after you. Only as the lift doors closed behind you did you dare to let out the breath you’ve been holding. All of this, lying, deceiving, pretending to be someone you were not, wasn’t your area of expertise, and for the first time you really came to admire Cassian for managing it all so effortlessly. “Well, that didn’t go as well as I expected,” you started but before you could say anything else Cassian coughed once, then twice. Your agreed upon singal to tell the other that you were being watched. You turned to face Cassian, who was standing behind you in the corner, trying to get a good look of your surroundings in the process. And there, in the top right corner, was a small camera, almost invisible to the untrained eye. Cassian looked at you as you pretended not to notice the camera, to not let the Empire know that you were well aware that you were being watched. Though this was you in your natural environment, embodying your role as duchess of Kamaanti, you were as tense as he had ever seen you. Granted, he hadn’t spent all that much time with you, but the few times you did see each other you always looked more relaxed. Thinking of the easy smile, comparing your clenched shoulders to your usual posture, brought back memories of your first meeting, and the time directly after it. It was hot, hotter even than the usual scorching temperatures of Jakku, and Cassian longed to get back to the slightly cooler Yavin, or even just a shower to wash off all the sand and dirt clinging to his sweaty skin. He was here to meet an important informant, one he had been told couldn’t risk meeting anywhere other than the middle of nowhere. Wiping sweat from his brow Cassian first thought that the girl he was seeing, probably a few years younger than he himself, must have been a hallucination. There was no way a girl like that, with glowing skin, shining hair, and a radiant smile. “Stars above, it’s a long way from home,” you said as you jumped off your speeder. Those were the words, the signal, that told Cassian you really were the one had was supposed to meet. “Not as long as a desert day,” he replied, telling you that he was the rebel you were told would be waiting for you. You walked closer to where Cassian was sitting in the shade of a giant rock, just as he jumped up to meet you. Up close you were even prettier, despite the sand clinging to your hair and your lips chapped from the dry air, you were a vision. Cassian wasn’t usually one to be at a loss for words when talking to a pretty woman but there was something about you. “I’m Y/n,” you introduced yourself. He repeated your name, trying to get used to the unfamiliar sound. It sounded pretty, sophisticated, like the name out of a fairytale. “Cassian.” You sat down in the shade, pulling a water bottle from your backpack and talking a sip before offering it to Cassian. “What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” He chuckled, a sound that had almost become unfamiliar to his own ears. Laughter was hard to come by in the Rebellion but somehow, sitting on this hot as hell planet with you, it came easy to him. “I could ask you the same thing, you don’t look like a rebel. Far too pretty,” he was quick to add before you could say anything. You laughed, a sound he longed for more than a cold shower. How he could feel like this only minutes after meeting you, knowing nothing about you but your name, he didn’t know. Cassian wasn’t a stranger to women, he had a healthy sex life, knew how to make females (and the occasional males) swoon over him, but never had he been so captivated by someone as he was by you. “I’m not exactly a rebel, just an informant.” You pulled a stack of papers out of your backpack and handed them to him. Cassian flipped through them, finding names, locations, reports, and an envelope filled with credits among them. You pocketed your water bottle again before getting up and brushing the sand off your trousers. “Feel free to buy yourself something pretty, Cassian. We all deserve beauty amidst this darkness.” You made your way back to your speeder, leaving a stunned Cassian behind. “And if you’re ever on Kamaanti, feel free to drop by.” And with those words you were off, leaving Cassian to wonder who exactly you were. He didn’t have to wonder long though, once he returned to base Mon Mothma answered the pressing question on his mind. You weren’t just an informant, you were a duchess, nobility, someone who had the power and the money to change the course of the war and yet sat comfortably in your palace, tossing the Rebellion a bone every now and then, probably just to ease your conscience. Cassian didn’t usually blame people for not joining the Rebellion, everyone had their reasons to fight or to lay low, but if someone held the power you did, and yet did little to nothing, he couldn’t help the burning anger. Never mind that you were pretty or funny, inside you were little better than the Empire you didn’t stand up to in favour of your own comfort.

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You exited the refresher wearing your ball gown, your hair and makeup done by the stylists who have left just a couple of minutes ago and your handbag, shoes, and mask waiting for you to complete the look. Cassian, dressed in a smart suit rather than the uniform he had been wearing earlier, sat in the armchair next to your bed, staring at the datapad in his hand. “Careful, I heard they bite when you glare at them like that,” you tried to joke to lighten the mood. His tense shoulders didn’t relax, if anything they clenched up even more as his eyes lifted and he looked you up and down. “How do I look?” The superficial part of you couldn’t resist the question. You knew you looked good, and you knew that if Cassian even tried to deny it he would be lying. But Cassian didn’t deny it, instead he looked you up and down, a sudden heat in his eyes you had never seen there before. You cast a quick glance to the mirror on the other side of the room. Your skin hadn’t magically turned green, not a hair was out of place. The dark blue dress hugged your upper body, hiding all your insecurities in the process, before flowing out in a long silky skirt with a slit up one leg just long enough to be sexy but not too long as to be indecent for the ball. “What’s the matter, loth cat got your tongue?,” you joked as you slipped your shoes on. You bent down to fasten the ties but before you could Cassian’s voice finally sounded through the room. “Let me.” In one smooth motion he got out of his chair and slid onto the floor in front of you, his warm hand gently holding your ankle while the other busied itself with the fastening. You couldn’t deny that Cassian looked good in his suit, just like your dress it brought out his best features, though you did think it was a shame that he had gelled his hair back, suddenly realising just how much you had grown to like the casual hairstyle he usually had. But there was something about him kneeling in front of you, wearing this suit, that had heat racing up your leg from where he touched you right to your core. A tingling sensation all too familiar, yet one you had never experience with Cassian Andor of all people. “Is everything alright?,” Cassian aksed, his voice slightly rough, his accent more pronounced, though you blamed it on him concentrating on securing the overly complicated clips and bows around your ankles. “Fine,” you choked out, a second too late realising that he had been talking about the upcoming evening, the mission, rather than the fact that having him on his knees in front of you did unmentionable things to you. Finally, he let go of your leg and got up, though he was now standing a bit too close for comfort, his face only centimeters from your own. “What do you do if we’re being watched?” You rolled your eyes. Same old Cassian was back, always testing you, believing you to be incompetent. “Cough twice.” He nodded, his dark eyes never leaving yours. “And what do you do while I extract the files?” You crossed your arms in front of your chest, managing to put a bit more distance between the two of you in the process. “Stand guard outside the door.” He nodded again. “And-” You uncrossed your arms again, scoffing as you grabbed the mask from the bed and slipped it over the upper half of your face before tying a bow behind your head to fasten it. “And if someone comes I’ll pretend to be drunk and that I couldn’t find my way back to my room. I know, Andor. I might not be an infamous spy like yourself but I’m not an idiot either.” You tried your best not to frown, not wanting to smudge your makeup, and instead settled for glaring at him. Cassian sighed, putting on his own mask. “I never said you were an idiot, but you spend all your time worrying about where to find money for more of those pretty dresses you always wear.” Now that made you see red. Was that what Cassian really thought of you? After everything you did for the Rebellion, everything you sacrificed, did people, did he really believe that all you worried about were your looks? “Listen here you arrogant bantha shit,” you hissed between your teeth, walking over to Cassian until you were chest to chest, your voice dangerously low. “I worry about money, alright, and yes, sometimes I use that money to buy ‘pretty dresses’ but that’s because it’s what’s expected of me as a duchess. You know why I also worry about money? Because I need that money to pay my employèes so they can feed their families, I need that money to fund schools and universities, to give to those who need it, to buy weapons and supplies for your precious rebellion.” You took a deep breath before continuing, glad that you had managed to stun Andor into silence. “I don’t give a fuck what you think of me, whether you like me or despise me as you so clearly do, but don’t for one second think that I only think about myself. I may not be a rebel in the same way you are but make no mistake, I’m no Imperial either.” You took a step back, refusing to look at Cassian again as you grabbed your small handbag and looked in the mirror one last time before exiting the room, your head held high and expecting Cassian to follow you like the duchess you were. The ride down to the ballroom was awkward, filled with an unknown silence and tension, neither of you daring to say anything. But as soon as your arrival was announced and you entered the ballroom all that disappeared and you were in your element. This, even if you hated every single person in the room, was what you were born and raised to do. You may not exactly enjoy it, but you knew what to expect. You knew what people would ask and how they would answer your questions before they even opened their mouths. It wasn’t like it was with Cassian, who never said what you expected him to and would probably rather eat his own shoe than listen to you. Here, with those sharks and piranhas, you could prove your worth to the Rebellion. “Your Grace, you look stunning,” a young Imperial you didn’t recognise greeted you. He lifted your hand up to place a kiss on the back of it. “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure,” you said, at the same time indirectly asking for his name and trying to remind him just how unprofessional it was to just approach a duchess, even as a high ranking officer, without being introduced by a mutual acquaintance. “Captain Flak Romeis, pleasure to make your acquaintance.” His blond hair gleamed under the light as he looked you up and down in what you were sure he thought to be an inconspicuous way. “The pleasure is all mine, captain,” you purred, knowing full well that Cassian, who was standing only a step behind you, held the same title as the slimy Imperial in front of you. “Duchess, it would be a great honour if you granted me a dance.” His overly formal words in combination with the way he still looked at you send icy shivers down your spine, a stark contrast to the heat Cassian had ignited in you just hours before. Speak of the devil, before you could reply to Flak’s request, Cassian’s hand closed around your wrist, tugging ever so slightly in a manner that was no less unprofessional than the Imperial’s behaviour. You turned around to face him for the first time since your argument, his hand still holding your wrist in a firm grasp. “I don’t think it would be wise to dance with him, your Grace,” he whispered just loud enough for you to hear, to smell his minty breath and close your eyes to regain your composure. “And why is that? Surely he doesn’t pose a threat to my safety.” You blinked up at Cassian, urging him to play the guard, not to blow your cover over a simple dance and some nasty looks. “Just one dance,” you said, lowering your voice. “And then we can do what we came here for.” You pulled your hand out of his grasp, placing it on the Imperial’s arm so he could lead you to the dancefloor. “I hope I didn’t just pull you away from your husband,” he said as you got into position, placing one of your hands in his and the other on his shoulder while his other hand founds its place on your waist. “Husband?” You couldn’t help but laugh. Both of you were piss poor actors if people believed that Cassian was your husband. “He’s my personal guard. A bit overprotective maybe, it’s the first big event he’s accompanied me to.” The music began to play and the Imperial took the first steps, leading you into the dance as Cassian watched from the side. Maybe the playing pretend finally got to him because he felt a wave of protectiveness rise up as he watched Flak’s hand drift lower just a hint, as he pulled you closer, as he made you laugh. Cassian knew that you were playing a part just as he was, that there was no way you were charmed by an Imperial, especially one as slimy as Captain Flak Romeis. Though you didn’t believe it to be true, as your little speech earlier had shown, Cassian did think highly of you, or at least of your dedication to the Rebellion. He knew what you were risking, that if you were caught it wouldn’t end well for you, that the Empire would make an example out of the unfaithful duchess. Still watching you float across the dancefloor, Cassian noticed another guard, an actual personal guard, approach him out of the corner of his eye. “You’re fucking her, aren’t you?” The question, and the way in which it was asked, managed something only few people ever managed, it made him lose his focus. Cassian turned to face the other guard, a Twi’lek, dressed in a suit so much like his own. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell,” he continued. “I’m hooking up with my charge as well, though she’s nowhere near as good looking as yours. She really is something else. Is there any chance you’re willing to share?” Though Cassian was no stranger to hooking up with women, sometimes women he had only seen as briefly as the guard had seen you, he did believe that everyone was owed respect, regardless of gender or looks, and you especially. Yes, Cassian himself had difficulties tearing his eyes away from you in that dress, and a fantasy of ripping it off you had crossed his mind, but hearing someone else talk about you like that made him forget your argument earlier, replaced any anger he had towards you with angers towards the guard. “You either leave right now and never look at her again or I’ll find you on whatever backwater planet you live on and break your jaw so you won’t ever talk about her like that again, understood?” The guard didn’t even have a chance to reply before you suddenly appeared in front of Cassian, and as he looked to his side the Twi’lek was gone. A few strands of your hair had fallen out of place and Cassian’s fingers twitched to push them behind your ear. “May I have another dance before the night is over?,” the Imperial captain asked, calling Cassian’s attention to the fact that he was standing right there beside you. Like a bucket of ice water it reminded him of why he had to stay away from you, you were a distraction. A beautiful distraction, but a distraction nonetheless. “We’ll see, Captain Romeis, I tend to retire quite early.” The statement was a polite a ‘no’ as you could manage and luckily succeeded in driving him away, leaving you and Cassian alone. “Are you ready to go exploring, your Grace?”

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The hallway you were walking through was freezing cold, a stark contrast to the stale air in the ballroom, and something that made you appreciate Cassian’s body heat next to you a tiny bit more. “I was sure your heels would give us way but now I’m beginning to think it’s your clattering teeth,” Cassian whispered under his breath. You were about to throw him an annoyed comment about how you dressed for a hot ballroom filled with hundreds of people, not an abandoned hallway that even a droid would catch a cold in, when you felt a sudden warmth around your upper body. You had been too distracted with trying to come up with a witty comment to notice that Cassian, in an act that was as unlike him as dressing up in bright pink would be, had placed his suit jacket around your shoulders. “I-,” you started before abruptly shutting your mouth. Cassian had just done a nice thing for you, now wasn’t the time for sarcasm. “Thank you.” A small grunt was all the reply Cassian gave you. You rolled your eyes at his hot-and-cold behaviour, an act that, as childish as it was, saved your asses. You coughed once. Twice. Cassian looked at you out of the corner of his eye, trying to follow your line of sight without being too obvious. You saw the recognition in his eyes as he spotted the security camera in the corner. “It’s an IB24, it doesn’t record sound,” he told you, his monotone voice didn’t give you any comfort, but it didn’t give you reason to panic further either. “Doesn’t mean it’s safe to talk, does it? Whoever watches the footage could still read our lips.” You put your hands in the pockets of Cassian’s jacket, trying to busy yourself so you wouldn’t begin to freak as another thought settled in your head. “They don’t just see two people who aren’t supposed to be here. Cassian, they’ll recognise us, recognise me.” Your partner scoffed as he reached for the blaster previously hidden by his jacket and shot straight at the camera. “Listen to you, all concerned about your own kriffing wellbeing.” You didn’t waste your breath explaining to him that you, being a duchess and not a spy who made a living by staying hidden, were simply more recognisable. “You’re one to talk, the great spy who doesn’t even see a security camera.” Cassian, who had already taken a few steps towards the camera to knock it down and destroy the chip inside, turned around and came to stand right in front of you within a few quick strides. “Listen, mi duquesita, you cannot fuck with me right now. I need to concentrate if this mission is to be successful, and you’re making that damn difficult.” Though his voice was low, his breath hitting your lips, and his entire being surrounded you in a way that could go south within seconds, you weren’t intimidated. “Trust me, the last thing I want to do is fuck with you. Or fuck you, for that matter.” Cassian leaned impossibly closer, one hand reaching up to cup your chin and lift your head so you couldn’t look away from his dark eyes with a dangerous fire burning within. “Are you sure about that?” The sheer arrogance in his tone brought you to your senses. How dare he? Who did he think he was, who you were? Did he expect you to fawn over him just because he treated you like an equal for a couple of minutes? You took a step back, letting Cassian’s hand fall from your chin, breaking the strange hold he had on you even further. “Let’s just get this over with so we can go upstairs and I go to sleep and dream of being far away from you. With a chuckle so soft you were sure you must have been imagining it, Cassian finally removed the chip from the camera, stuffing it in the pocket of his trousers before tossing you the broken camera. “Hold on to that, will you? Can’t leave any more evidence of our visit than absolutely necessary.” And the rest of your mission really did feel like a visit, like a walk in the park. You found the correct door, Cassian broke in, leaving you standing guard outside, and within a few moments he was back out again, a small smile on his face. “All done, mi duquesita.” There was that nickname again. You wouldn’t grant him the satisfaction of admitting that you didn’t know what it meant, by asking for a translation. You spoke three living and two dead languages fluently, so what if you didn’t speak Cassian’s damned language (both metaphorically and in the actual sense)? “Let’s get out of here.” You began to walk back the way you had come, glad that for once everything seemed to be going quite well, when you turned around, noticing that Cassian wasn’t following you. “You coming?” With a shake of his head he hurried to catch up to you. “Are you in such a hurry because you can’t wait to dance with Captain whatshisname again?” There was an unfamiliar venom in his voice, one you could have sworn was unlike anything Cassian had ever directed towards you. The chance to annoy him further was right there and the words were at the tip of your tongue, but you decided to tell the truth. Partly because Cassian had been a good partner today and you didn’t want to anger him the one time the two of you got along, but mostly because you were simply too exhausted to tell another lie. “I’ll be glad if I never have to see that guy again,” you admitted, pulling his jacket closer around your body as you tried to stifle a yawn. “I was telling the truth when I said that I just want to sleep.” From the corner of his eye Cassian looked you up and down before nodding. “Then let’s take you to bed, your Grace.” You managed a nod, despite the fact that from his mouth the formal words sounded more like dirty talk than anything else. The doors to the lift, which you had reached some time during your conversation, opened and you sank against the wall with a relieved sigh. “I can’t wait to take these kriffing shoes off,” you muttered. Cassian, from the other side of the lift, smirked at you, one eyebrow raised. “Foul mouth for a duchess.” If you only knew, you thought, and you were just about to say it as well, to try and test what it would take to make him lose his cool, what flirting with him would get you, when the doors unexpectedly opened. The second the gap between the two doors was wider than a centimeter, thereby allowing whoever was outside to actually look inside the lift, Cassian jumped away from the wall until he was face to face with you. “We have no idea who’s about to enter this lift,” he whispered. You nodded in response. “Correct.” “We’re on the ballroom floor, whoever it is knows we didn’t just get on, that we’ve come from downstairs.” Another nod. There was no need to interrupt him, not when Cassian was clearly trying to come up with a plan to get you out of this situation. “Do you trust me?,” he asked before quickly correcting himself. “Nevermind, I know that you don’t. But will you play along?” You barely had the chance to nod before Cassian placed his lips right beneath your ear, kissing you softly. The gasp you let out was anything but fake. It was a surprise reaction, and one of unexpected pleasure. His lips were soft, a welcome contrast to the rough hairs of his beard, and his hands, that had found their way to your waist, felt good, great even. As if on autopilot your own hands wandered up his back, settling in his hair, which you finally managed to rough up a bit, bringing it from its combed back style to the wild curls you were used to. “I do hope I’m not interrupting anything.” Your eyes flew open at the new voice, too distracted by Cassian’s lips on your hot skin to have noticed another person entering the lift. Shit, shit, shit, shit. Kriffing shit, ran through your mind. Once again you found yourself on autopilot as you pushed Cassian away from you, ignoring how much you missed his hands, his lips, on your body the second they were gone, as you looked at the other man. “Grand Moff Tarkin, I am so sorry.” You cursed yourself, this ball, the entire galaxy, that the person you had to be trapped in a lift with was Tarkin. You would have even preferred Darth Vader himself, at least he would have put you out of your misery instantly. “Duchess.” Tarkin was too professional to look you up and down in what you presumed to be a dishevelled state, or to really look at Cassian, which you should be thankful for. “I noticed you were arriving from the basement, care to explain why?” “I-,” Cassian began to explain, but for once he actually shut up when you shot him a pointed look. “We were heading back up to my suite, must have pushed the wrong button in a hurry,” you were quick to explain. The lie slipped off your tongue easier than expected, especially considering you were lying to one of the most powerful men in the Empire while standing next to a leading member of the Rebellion. “Yes, I can see that you are in quite a hurry.” Tarkin’s dry tone didn’t give you any hint as to whether he suspected that something was amiss. Cassian, despite his experience in situations like this, must have been feeling the same way, since his arm once again sneaked around your waist as he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. His hand sneaked lower, from your waist to your hip until it rested right on your ass, an act alone that made heat curl in your stomach, but when he gave it a soft squeeze you couldn’t help the small yelp. Well, as embarrassing as this was in front of Tarkin, at least now you had a better chance of actually selling your story. As you tried to think of a way to reciprocate Cassian’s action, and coming up short due to his hand still firmly placed on your ass, the lift dinged. Your breath caught in your throat, fearing that even more Imperials would get on, but luck seemed to be on your side as Tarkin, his eyes like ice, looked you straight into the eyes. “Goodnight, your Grace, sir.” He left without uttering another word and only once the doors closed behind him did you dare to take a deep breath. Though he visibly relaxed, Cassian’s hand never left your body. Instead he leaned closer to your, whispering into your ear in a voice that was nothing if not sinful. “Tell me to stop any time and I will.” Before you could ask what he was talking about he once again caught your chin between his fingers, turning and lifting your head until he crashed his lips against yours. If you had thought his kisses felt good against your neck, they were no comparison to having his lips on yours. They were warm, soft, and as your hands once again found their way to his hair and you gave it a single instinctatious tug, they opened for you, allowing you to let your tongue roam freely across his bottom lip and into his mouth, where his own tongue met yours with enthusiasm. You pressed your body closer to Cassian, needing to feel more, to feel every part of him against every part of you. At the same time his hand left your ass, moving all over your body, leaving trails of hire in its wake, until one hand found its place on your waist, pulling you even closer, and the other began to caress your neck, applying just a tiny hint of pressure. Your eyes, though firmly closed, rolled back in your head as your hips moved towards his, needing more, more, more. Suddenly the lift came to a stop, bringing you out of your haze and reminding you that you needed to breathe. As the doors slid opened Cassian slowly leaned away from you, though nothing more than a sheet of paper would have fit between your bodies even with the newfound distance. “Wanna finish what we started, pequeña?” He didn’t have to ask twice. The fact that the man in front of you was Cassian Andor, the person you hated almost as much as the Empire itself, who got on your nerves and never let an opportunity to show you just how inferior he thought you go by, never crossed your mind. Or at least not in the way that it should. Of course you knew that you had just made out with Cassian, but somehow it didn’t bother you as much as it should. Maybe it was because the entire day he had been decent, if not even friendly, towards you, or the fact that there have been heated looks and touches all day that had seemingly only lead to this, or that you were actually beginning to like him when his mouth was occupied with something other than frowning. “Lead the way, Captain.” The title simply rolled off your tongue, but as you saw the way Cassian’s shoulders tensed as he exited the lift before you, you noted to use it more often. As soon as the door to your suite closed behind you, Cassian turned you around, pressing you to the closed door, as his lips found yours again. The kiss was less heated than that in the lift, more sensual, slower, allowing you to notice all the small details. How soft Cassian’s hair was between your fingers, the scar along the back of his head, the sharp sting as his teeth sank into your bottom lip only for it to be soothed by his tongue. And his hands. Oh, his hands would surely be the death of you. They roamed all along your body, caressing and squeezing, pushing his jacket, that you still had wrapped around you, to the ground, giving him better access to your neck. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped you as he kissed from your jaw down your neck all the way to the beginning of your dress. He leaned back a bit, making your hands fall from his hair, as he just looked at you. Though a moment before you had been sure that Cassian wanted you as much as you wanted him, doubt suddenly began to creep up. “What is it?,” you whispered into the dark room, illuminated only by the city lights outside the window. Cassian shook his head, licked his lips, and shook his head again. “Nothing.” He stepped closer to you again, placing his hands on your waist, his thumbs slowly stroking your sides. “I just can’t decide whether I want to finally take this dress off of you or fuck you in it.” The contrast between his soft caresses, his low voice, and his filthy words, made you clench your thighs together. You were insatiable when it came to this man. “Why not do both?” You bit your bottom lip at the possibility, at the thought of simply feeling more of Cassian’s skin against yours. “Or can you only go one round?” Your bold words shocked you, and it wasn’t until you heard Cassian chuckle that you stopped wanting to take them back. From his earlier actions you had presumed that Cassian would prefer a more submissive partner in bed, and you were happy to take that role, but apparently your banter would have a place inside the bedroom as well as out of it. “You have no idea what I can do, mi duquesita.” His lips found your neck again, gently sucking on the vulnerable skin. “I don’t just plan on fucking you with my cock, I’ll make you come with my tongue first. I’ll have you begging for me.” You rolled your eyes, playfully this time, as you looked at him with a smirk. You had to admit that Cassian really knew how to build tension but you wouldn’t beg for anyone, anything. Instead of giving him an answer your hands reached out for his shirt, beginning to unbutton it to grant you access to his skin. Cassian, for once deciding that helping you would be in his best interest, loosened the tie he was wearing around his neck before pulling it over his head. Finally, you managed to rid him of the bothersome shirt, and get a good look at him. He was well-built, defined but not overly muscular. Scars littered his skin, some large, some small, as well as what seemed to be a rather new bruise. Though you knew that Cassian was in constant danger, that he had probably escaped death more than once, seeing it with your own eyes brought a sense of protectiveness over you you hadn’t experienced before. You lifted your hands to gently stroke across his shoulders, down his chest, lingering a little longer on each scar. You stepped closer as Cassian watched you carefully, taking note of every slight change of expression. “Cassian, I... you’re beautiful.” The words, maybe the truest words you had ever spoken, slipped past your lips. He really was beautiful. Not just because he was handsome, though of course he was, but because his scars told of his struggles, his dedication to the Rebellion, his willingness to risk his life for the good of the galaxy. With soft touches you stroked along every inch of his skin you could reach, hearing his breath stutter as you lips began to follow your fingers. His skin tasted different than his lips, saltier, earthier, but also truer, not altered by anything he ate or drank. You placed a soft kiss just above his heart, looking up at him from beneath your lashes. It was that simply action that broke the spell Cassian was under. He bent down until his lips met yours in another kiss, tongues battling for dominance, until he broke the kiss only to fall to his knees in the next instance. “What are you doi- oh, oh fuck, Cassian,” you exclaimed as it dawned on you. Cassian, on his knees and his eyes focused solely on his task, took your ankles and gently pushed them to the sides, allowing your legs and thighs to spread further. “I told you I’d make you come with my tongue,” he said with a smirk before lifting your skirt and diving underneath. You could barely see him, with most of his upper body hidden beneath your dress, which somehow made it even hotter, leaving you to anticipate his next action, his next touch. Gently he stroked up your legs, alternating between kissing each of your thighs, sometimes adding a little bite to the mix, until he reached your center. One hand placed firmly on your waist he took the finger of the other hand to stroke up and down your covered slit. “Shit, pequeña, you’re soaked.” His finger found your clothed clit and applied gentle pressure, which turned your insides into lava and made your knees buckle. You needed him. Cassian slipped his finger, still just the one finger, underneath your panties until it rested on your skin, right on your lips. He pressed a soft kiss to the skin just above your panties, not moving his finger. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he reminded you, not giving you a chance to reply before he finally, fucking finally, slipped his finger inside you. The groan he let out at the contact was almost as loud as your own. He moved a bit, trying to get a feel of you, trying to resist to overwhelm you but overcome with desire to feel more of your tight, wet heat at the same time. ”I’ll buy you a new pair,” he said more to himself than to you, and before you could ask what he was talking about you heard the telltale sound of cloth being ripped apart. Cassian had just torn you underwear from your body. Slowly, ever so slowly, he moved his finger, and just as he entered your pussy his mouth came into contact with your clit, sucking once, twice, as his finger began to thrust into you. You had heard talk around the rebels that Cassian had game, that he wasn’t a stranger to taking other rebels to bed or even seducing informants to get what he needs, but you had never really believed any of it. Sure, maybe he had a one night stand every now and then, but so did most people in the Rebellion, you had been so sure that there was no way that Cassian Andor could be as good as the talk suggested. That was until he brought you to a mindblowing orgasm within an embarrassingly short time. “Ca- Cass- Fuck,” you stuttered pressing your thighs against his head, trying to draw him closer as waves of pleasure swept over you. Cassian hummed against your core, taking everything you would give him, still sucking your clit while his hands, though slowing down, massaged your tight walls. As the last of your orgasm ebbed away, Cassian finally crawled out from underneath your dress, and looked up at you still on his knees, wetness coating his mouth, making his beard seem darker than usual. “You ready for me to make you beg?” Despite how quickly he had managed to make you come, and the fact that seeing him like that made you wet all over again, you shook your head. “In your dreams, Andor.” He chuckled as he got up, leaning close to you as his mouth found the shell of your ear. “How did you know what I dream about?,” he whispered, his hand sneaking up your back until you suddenly felt a gush of cold air against your skin. Cassian had, in one smooth motion, pulled the zipper of your dress down. He looked at you, waited for your slight nod, before pulling at the fabric, making the dress fall off your body until it pooled around your ankles, leaving you in nothing but a bra and shoes. “Eres mas hermosa que la luz de las estrellas,” Cassian breathed against your lips. His hands found their way to your breasts, squeezing and massaging, and twisting your nipples just right. “Wait, Cassian, stop,” you gasped as he took one nipple in his mouth through the thin fabric of your bra, sucking in a way that made you see stars. What gave that man the right to be so kriffing good with his mouth? He immediately let go of you, putting some distance between your bodies, though his hand itched to touch you again, even if just to soothe any harm he might have caused. “What is it, pequeña? Did I do something wrong?” He had tried his best to be gentle, to take it slow, not to let his desire overcome him. This was a step in the right direction and he didn’t dare do anything to jeopardize it. You shook your head, your hand reaching out to take Cassian’s, who let out a relieved breath. “Nothing’s wrong. It’s just... Don’t you want me to... You know...,” you said, suddenly shier than Cassian had ever seen you as you motioned towards the obvious bulge in his trousers. Yes, his dick was aching for relief, but he knew that this might be his one chance with you and he wouldn’t blow it by making this all about him and his pleasure. He shook his head. “Not right now.” You raised an eyebrow, waited a moment, as if to get him to admit that yes, he did want you to get on your knees for him as he had done for you earlier. But he didn’t say anything. “Just lay on the bed and let me make you feel good, alright?” It was a question, nothing like the commands he usually spat out at you, and yet you followed more willingly than you had ever done before. Sex with Cassian wasn’t like you had imagined it, not that you had imagined it a lot, but when you heard talk around the rebels you couldn’t help but imagine at least a bit. Also whenever you looked at him before he opened his mouth to snap at you, or when you caught him looking at you like he was right now, as if he was seeing you for the first time. Not to mention the instant crush you had developed after actually meeting him for the first time, one that quickly burned out after your second meeting. You got on the bed, lying down still in your bra and shoes, as Cassian crawled over you, his naked chest meeting your clothed one. You didn’t wait to see what he would do, instead hungry for more, you leaned up, capturing his mouth with yours, returning to the heated kisses from earlier. He returned the kiss with just as much eagerness, licking into your mouth as his hands once again found their way to your breasts. Your own hands wandered across his back, relishing in the feeling of his skin, feeling every inch of softness, contrasted by rough scars. Despite his earlier insistence on wanting to focus on you, Cassian couldn’t help himself and began to move his hips, agonisingly slow, against yours, making your still sensitive clit rub against the fabric of his trousers. Your hands found their way to his ass, using the new leverage to push him further down, to give you more contact where you craved it most. “Cassian, I need you,” you breathed against his lips, trying your best to hold back the ‘please’ that sat on the tip of your tongue. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of begging. He nodded slightly, moving one of his hands from your breast to rub slow circles onto your clit. Your entire body felt like fire, like ice, you couldn’t focus on anything but Cassian’s hands on your body, his lips gracing your neck, his erection pressing painfully hard against your core. Your hands were forced to leave his ass as he sat up on his knees, quickly pulling his trousers and underwear off in one motion, before returning to his position above you, pressing hungry kisses to your lips. “Are you sure about this?” Instead of an answer you moved your hips up, giving Cassian delicious friction as his cock met your wet pussy for the first time. The moan he let out was sinful, pornographic, and you could have almost come from the sound alone. You reached down, feeling his erection in the palm of your hand, giving is a few good strokes before gently placing the tip right at your entrance. “Show me what you got, Captain,” you told him with a smirk. Cassian bottomed out in one swift stroke, not giving you the chance for another witty remark, instead making you moan as he filled you just right. It was a stretch, but not an uncomfortable one, as if he was meant to be right there. You began to move your hips, trying to get Cassian to move as well, to give you more, when he pushed you down with a heavy breath, making you halt your movements. “Shit, pequeña, give me a moment. I need- need to-,” he groaned as you ignored his request, moving your legs this time, wrapping them around his waist, pushing him impossibly deeper into your heat. Cassian looked at you with new fire in his eyes. “You wanna play dirty?” He didn’t give you a chance to respond before he pulled out, leaving only the tip inside of you, and slammed back in with newfound vigour. You didn’t have enough air in your lungs to moan, to even breathe, all you could do was think that you wanted more, needed more, that maybe he’d have you begging for him after all. He set a rough pace, slamming in and out of you again and again until you were finally able to adjust and move your hips in sync with his. Your hands wandered up to his head, pulling him down in a bruising kiss, biting his lips, licking into his mouth. What had started as sex, as making love almost, had quickly turned into fucking, but by the stars it brought you closer and closer to the edge. As you felt yourself nearing another orgasm, needing just a little bit more to push you over the edge, you removed one of your hands from Cassian’s hair with the intent of giving some attention to your aching clit. Cassian, however, quick as a whip, caught both your hands in one of his, pinning them above your head with a shake of his head. “Not so fast. I told you I’d have you begging.” You couldn’t think of a reply, could barely even shake your head, with his fast pace, the way his cock hit that spot over and over again. To hell with your pride. “Please, please, Cassian, make me come. I need it, Captain, I need you.” You felt his cock twitch inside of you, grinning as you had seemingly found his weak spot. Nevermind that begging was something you were usually too proud to do, especially with a man in the bedroom, if it brought Cassian that close to the edge you could use it to your advantage. Add to that your newfound knowledge of how much he liked being addressed by his title and you knew you could tease him for the rest of his days. “You fuck me so good, Captain. Please let me come,” you whispered in his ear. The hand around your wrists began to shake ever so slightly, telling you just how much you were really affecting him. His other hand finally found its way to your clit, rubbing slow circles that rapidly began to increase in speed. You had him right where you wanted him, and he still thought he was the one in control. “I knew you’d beg,” he grinned, supposed victory obvious in your voice. You came. Your vision went white, ecstasy burned through your veins. You couldn’t remember having an orgasm like this ever before. Cassian continued to fuck you through it, his pace never slowing down as he began to near his own end. He began to stutter just as you calmed down, making him lose control for a moment, just long enough for you to gather all your energy and twist your bodies, making you end up on top of Cassian, who suddenly found himself on his back. “Wha- what are you doing?” You grinned down at him as you sat up on your knees, slowly beginning to bounce on his cock. “You didn’t think I would be the only one to beg, did you, Captain?,” you asked in a sickly sweet voice before leaning down again, pressing your tits against his chest, pushing your hips down at the same time as your lips reached his mouth. “I bet you sound real pretty when you ask me to make you come.” Cassian could do nothing but thrust his hips up, unable to regain control as you clenched around him, bringing him ever closer to the edge but not close enough. You continued bouncing, clenching, stroking your clit with one hand while the other was placed firmly above Cassian’s racing heart. You truly were a vision to behold, tits bouncing, face twisted in pleasure, mouth open in a silent scream. Cassian was sure that in that moment he could die a happy man, or almost happy at least, he still needed to come. The thought of releasing inside of you, of marking you where no one else would see it, made him go feral, push his hips up further, faster. And just as he was about to come, you halted your movements. “You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?,” you laughed. The hand above his heart wandered along his chest, up his neck where it came to rest. You squeezed gently, not enough to make him lose his breath, just enough to tell him that you could, to remind him that you were now the one in control. You began to move again, clenching even tighter around his dick, telling him that you were about to come again while not giving him enough to join you. “Shit, mi duquesita, you want me to beg? Fine, I’ll beg,” Cassian grunted, no longer caring that you were using his own tactic against him. “Please, I beg of you, let me come, make me come. I’ll do whatever you want.” The image of Cassian on his knees flashed before your eyes again. You supposed that having him eating you out once more before you’d have to leave in the morning would be enough to grant him an orgasm right now. Your hand around his neck tightened, as did your walls around his cock. Your bounces became faster again, deeper, as Cassian pushed himself up to meet you halfway. Just as you felt yourself nearing another orgasm a hot rope of cum caught you by surprise, leading you to quickly give way to pleasure again. Coming together with Cassian was almost poetic, your moans, the wet sound of skin slapping against skin, and heavy breathing filled the air before you finally fell down on top of him, utterly spend. Your head came to rest on his shoulder, his now softening dick still buried deep inside of you. Cassian’s hand stroked up and down your back, every now and then playfully squeezing your ass. “That was...,” he began before stopping. There were no words to describe what that was. It was unlike any sex he had ever had. “Yeah,” you admitted, relaxing even more against him. You felt your eyes beginning to drop, your breathing to even, and maybe you had fallen asleep for a little while when you suddenly felt yourself moving. Opening your eyes again you realised that Cassian had carried you over to the bathroom. He put you down, holding you a moment longer to make sure that your feet would carry you, before nodding in the direction of the toilet. “I’ll leave you to it.” He closed the door behind him, leaving you alone in the bathroom, alone with your thoughts. You slept with Cassian Andor. The Cassian Andor, the one you couldn’t stand, who you were pretty sure couldn’t stand you either, and it was good, great even. You let out a sigh as you went about your business in the bathroom, shaking your head as you flushed the toilet and grabbed a clean cloth to at least try to clean the bed enough to sleep in it tonight. But as you re-entered the room you were caught by surprise once again. Cassian had stripped the bed, leaving nothing but the bare mattress, blankets and pillows. He handed you a bottle of water as you stepped closer. “I think it might be best if we both sleep in my bed tonight,” he said as you drank almost the entire bottle in one go. Too tired to argue, to explain why that would be a bad idea, you simply nodded your head, following Cassian to the other room and sitting down on his slightly smaller bed. “Do you need anything else?” You shook your head as you sank down onto the bed, burying your head in the soft pillows. You were fast asleep before Cassian could even turn off the lights.

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The next morning Cassian woke to your soft snores next to him. Though he had placed his arms around you last night, you had drifted away from him in your sleep, giving him a good view of your face. You looked younger in your sleep, peaceful, less troubled. Looking at your innocent face now Cassian couldn’t understand how he could once have thought you to be an enemy, someone who only gave the Rebellion just enough to get your own gain. Over time, but especially last night, he had come to realise that he had been wrong about you. He now understood that though you didn’t do as much as you maybe could, it was for a good reason, you couldn’t risk gaining unwanted attention, putting everyone you laid your life on the line to protect in danger. His eyes drifted away from your sleeping face towards the clock on the nightstand, which made his heart race for a whole other reason. You were late. Quickly he got dressed, threw the essentials into a duffle bag, and shook your shoulder. “Wake up, we need to catch the next ship out of here if we’re to deliver the list in time.” You blinked, lights rapidly attacking your eyes, only to see Cassian, already dressed, standing over you. It took you a moment to remember the events of last night, how you had ended up naked in his bed, but once the memories returned, so did your usual anger at him. Was he really about to pretend that last night hadn’t happened? Go back to business as usual? Without another word you threw on your underwear, a pair of comfortable trousers and a simply blouse before taking the bag Cassian offered you and sneaking out of the room together. You tried your best to act as if the man next to you was nothing more than a guard once again, putting on an act for any Imperials who might be watching. “Are you leaving us already?,” the same lieutenant who had greeted you last night asked as you were about to exit the building. You nodded. “There are urgent matters I need to attend to back home. No rest for the wicked and all that.” He seemed to believe you, to not notice the uncertainty in your voice, and let you pass to hurry to the waiting speeder. The journey to Yavin 4, the rebel base you had only visited once before, was uneventful. You and Cassian barely shared more than a few words, though admittedly you were always surrounded by either your staff oder Imperial border controls, which did make speaking about last night rather difficult. Finally at base, having sent all but your most trusted staff ahead to Kamaanti, you turned to face Cassian for what felt like the first time in an eternity. He looked at you, an expression on his face that you had never seen before. His brows were drawn, his lips pressed into a thin line. If you didn’t know any better you would have said he seemed uncertain, nervous almost. You opened your mouth to speak, wanting to set the tone for the conversation. On the way over you had planned it all out, you were going to say that though you didn’t regret anything, and though the sex was great, it didn’t change things between you, it couldn’t. “Captain Andor, Mon Mothma wants to speak to you,” a Togruta woman you didn’t know told him in passing. Cassian’s eyes scanned your face as if to anticipate your reaction. “You should go,” you told him, trying your best not to sound disappointed. Right now you were prepared to have this conversation with him, you didn’t know if you’d be as prepared later. “We’ll talk later.” With a nod and one last look at you over his shoulder Cassian made his way to give the mission report. You’d still be there when he came back, he would only be gone a couple of minutes and it seemed as if you wanted to talk just as much as he did, you wouldn’t run. But ‘later’ turned into days, weeks. By the time Cassian returned from the briefing you were long gone, needed for an emergency on Kamaanti, ironically the same excuse you had given the Imperial lieutenant earlier that day. Cassian couldn’t reach you, he didn’t know how to, the only people in the Rebellion who could actually reach you were Ahsoka Tano and Bail Organa and it wasn’t like Cassian could just go over to either of them and tell them that he needed to talk to you. It wasn’t until almost two months later that he heard from you again. He had just returned from a mission, rather short and easy compared to what he was used to, when he ran into Ahsoka on the way back to his room. “Captain Andor, there you are,” she said more to herself than to Cassian, though he still heard her. “Is something the matter?” The Togruta shook her head, lekkus moving with it. “No, everything’s fine. The Duchess of Kamaanti was just looking for you earlier.” The words caught Cassian off guard. By now he had convinced himself that he wouldn’t hear from you again, that he should put what happened between the two of you in the past. “Where is she?” He knew he sounded impatient, probably shouldn’t talk to Ahsoka like this, but he needed to see you, to finally have that talk he had been waiting for for months. A small smirk found the way to Ahsoka’s lips at his urgency. “She left, she was only here to drop something off.” Cassian nodded, forcing down a sigh. Of course you had slipped through his fingers again. Yet another month went by until he heard from you again. Cassian was called into a meeting early in the morning, earlier than usual that is, and he was just about to close his eyes for a second, just one second, after yet another sleepless night staring at reports and mission plans, when he heard your name. “-and Klieml will attend the dinner, during which there is sure to be talk.” Cassian cursed himself internally for not paying attention that very second. The meeting, though important, didn’t really concern him, not when he had so many other things to do, and some much needed sleep to catch up on. What had they said? Why would they send Janna Klieml on a mission with you instead of him? “Because, Captain Andor, this is an important mission and we cannot risk either of you messing it up with that little feud of yours,” Mon Mothma said matter of factly, making Cassian realise that in his sleep deprived state he had actually asked his questions out loud. Cassian couldn’t do anything except nod. He could argue, try to convince Mon Mothma that he should be the one to accompany you, later when there were less people around. Though even then he had no idea how to convince her, how to explain to her that he didn’t hate you anymore, probably never hated you but only your title and that it was one you actually did your best to use not only to your own, but the Rebellion’s, advantage. “As I was saying,” Mon Mothma continued. “The Duchess will hopefully get valuable information during the dinner while Klieml will try to get General Truks’s staff to talk.” The rest of the meeting went by quickly, Cassian tried his best to pay better attention, to not let your upcoming mission consume his thoughts. But as soon as everyone else left the room he walked straight over to Mon Mothma. “I think I should be send on this mission instead of Klieml. I accompanied her to the masquerade ball a while back, Imperials have already seen the two of us together, if would be less suspicious than having her show up with a new personal guard.” Mon Mothma looked him up and down, clearly trying to asses the situation, to find out Cassian’s motivation for asking for this mission. “Andor,” she finally said. “We both know that the Duchess has a big staff, multiple guards, and that it wouldn’t be suspicious for her to have another guard accompany her, a female guard at that, especially to this dinner. So if you want to convince me to give you this mission you’ll have to give me the real reason you want it.” Cassian, skilled spy that he was, knew that lying would be pointless. Not only would Mothma be able to see through any lie, it wouldn’t get him what he wanted anyway. “I need to speak to the Duchess, we have unfinished business. I also know her better than Klieml, we’ve worked together before and had to come up with plans on the spot. Despite our differences we’re a good team.” He looked her straight in the eyes, not knowing whether he had given her enough to convince her. “I’m going to give you this mission against my better judgement, but know that if you fail there will be consequences, not just for you, but for the entire Rebellion.” Cassian nodded. He had anticipated that much, after all, what mission was without consequences? But if that meant he’d have the chance to talk to you, even if just to make sure that your relationship hadn’t taken a turn for the worse, he’d take it.

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Cassian came to regret his decision as soon you he laid eyes on you. He had been waiting in your personal library for you to show up so he could accompany you to the dining room, where you would greet your guest. Finally the door opened and you walked through. It wasn’t your dress that caught his attention, though it was of course stunning, but rather the look in your eyes. “Cassian,” you said, clearly trying not to let any emotions show. He didn’t know what to do other than to repeat your name in the same astonished voice. He cleared his throat. Once, twice. “I don’t think right now is a good time to talk,” you finally said after a moment of silence. “We should talk,” Cassian said at the same time. You stepped closer to him, closing the door behind you, looking the two of you into a room with nothing else but a thousand books. Cassian could smell your perfume in the air, the same scent you had worn that fateful night, the same scent that reminded him of your moans, the taste of your skin. He had to get this off his chest now, otherwise he knew he wouldn’t be able to fully concentrate on the mission. “We have a dinner, a mission, we-,” you stopped talking as Cassian stepped closer, as he placed his hand on your cheek. He began to stroke the soft skin of your cheek, relishing the touch of your skin against his, longing to place his lips on yours once more. “We have enough time for one conversation, mi duquesita,” he insisted. You nodded your head, unable to stop yourself. Deep down you knew, same as Cassian, that you needed to get this out of the way now in order to be able to concentrate during the dinner. “I wont apologise for what happened on Coruscant, if that’s what you’re looking for,” Cassian stated, making you shake your head. You hadn’t been looking for an apology, weren’t going to issue one either. You had spent countless hours thinking of your next encounter with Cassian, planning every single word ahead of time, only to now find yourself speechless in his presence. “I think that maybe it’s good that it happened, that we did what we did. Maybe it was what we needed in order to release some tension.” Cassian could only nod along with your words. He had been thinking along the same lines. As soon as he kissed you for the first time all the tension, the hate, that usually floated between the two of you had disappeared. Maybe that was what your relationship was supposed to be like, heated tension building until you could release it in a physical way. “Maybe we should keep it going,” you suggested, your voice wavering ever so slightly as you spoke again. Though this was something Cassian himself had thought as well he was somewhat surprised to hear it out of your mouth. He gently stroked along your cheek with the hand that was still holding your face. He knew, as did you, that it would be a good arrangement, it would help you release not only the tension between the two f you that endangered neither your own lives nor the Rebellion, while at the same time giving you an outlet for all the stress said dangerous lives led to. “Just casual sex?” You nodded, confirming the deal. “Nothing more. Enemies with benefits, so to say.” Cassian leaned closer, resting his forehead against yours as your hands found their way to his hips. “Are we enemies, mi duquesita?” His low voice and that nickname made you clench your thighs. It brought back memories you really shouldn’t think about right before an important dinner. That’s what was so great about this, you didn’t have to think of Cassian, not the way you would think of a romantic partner, while going about your day to day life, while behind closed doors you could indulge in all the sinful ways he could offer you pleasure. “We’re not friends.” A small smirk found its way to Cassian’s lips as he leaned impossibly closer, letting his breath ghost over your own lips. “No, we’re not friends,” he repeated in a teasing voice that brought a smile to your lips, the first genuine smile all day. “And I don’t think we ever will be.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips, chaste and almost sweet, but the moment you tried to deepen it he pulled away again. “We’re something else entirely,” he whispered. And just as you were about to reply a knock on the door and a quiet voice from the hallway told you that your guest had arrived.

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While a lot could be said about the dinner, it wasn’t boring. General Willem Trusk had recently been promoted and was now an Imperial officer of great standing, highly trusted by Tarkin, and it was rumoured even by the Emporer himself. He was also surprisingly funny and good looking for a ruthless fascist, which you had known before, this being your fourth meeting and second private dinner with him, but it shocked you every time. “I must admit, there is never a dull moment with you, Duchess.” You shook your head as you lifted your wine glass to your slips, trying to hide the small smile on your lips. Sure, he was a terrible person, but he was still a good looking man your age who had just complimented you. “Please, I think we’re way beyond such formalities. I would like for you to call me by my first name.” Other than you Trusk didn’t even try to hide his smile. You knew you had him right where you wanted him. It took every bit of self control you had not to glance over to the corner of the room where Cassian stood, once again wearing the uniform of your personal guard. You knew Cassian would have to leave soon, to mingle with the staff Trusk had brought with him and try to get information out of them, but right now you took comfort in knowing that he was here, and that you had come to an arrangement about your relationship. “You have been kind enough to invite me for dinner twice now, I think it is about time I repaid the favour, though of course I don’t have a palace as grant as yours. There is however a very nice dinner party for high-ranking Imperial officers soon and it would be an honour if you were to accompany me,” Tusk said, looking you straight in the eye while he spoke as if searching for awe in them. “Usually only spouses are allowed to accompany officers but I’m sure they’d make an exception for the Duchess of Kamaanti.” The words echoed in Cassian’s brain as he made his way through the servants’ hallway to the kitchen. Another guard, an actual guard this time, had taken his place, and he was now supposed to get any information he could gather out of the General’s own staff. One was a pretty Twi’lek girl, one he would usually flirt with until she gave him what he wanted, but right now, whenever he thought of a pick up line or anything else to say to her, your face kept popping up in his brain. He finally reached the kitchen, which was almost quiet now that dinner and desert had been served, and it only took him a moment to spot the Twi’lek girl he thought to be his best chance to get information. Cassian grabbed a piece of bread and some cheese from an abandoned plate before making his way over to her. He casually leaned against the whole, breaking off half of his bread to offer to her. “You must be hungry.” Not the smoothest way to start a conversation but better than nothing. But the girl just shook her head. “I was given a good dinner. The Duchess is very generous.” Cassian just nodded. He had barely managed to keep you out of his head for a few moment and yet there you were again. “You’re lucky to be working for someone as kind as she is,” the girl continued and it took all of Cassian’s strength not to roll his eyes. Of course he just had to have chosen the one servant who didn’t enjoy gossip. “Though if all goes to plan of course I will be working for her as well very soon.” This finally managed to catch Cassian off guard. He tore off another piece of bread, quickly chewing before asking whether she was going to quit her job with the General to come working for you. The Twi’lek shook her head with a laugh that seemed genuine, almost as if she was laughing about Cassian. “I meant that surely the will combine their staff once they’re married. I supposed the General will move to Kamaanti to be closer to his wife and-” Cassian held up a hand, interrupting her before she could say anything else. His brain was working so hard there might as well be steam coming out of his ears. Were you engaged to that Imperial? How could no one have told him? Why didn’t you? “I had no idea they were that serious,” he finally said, trying his best to swallow the last bit of cheese despite his suddenly very dry throat. She laughed again and this time the sound was beginning to anger Cassian. “They’re not. Not yet at least, but the General is going to propose very soon. He needs a wife, all the high ranking officers have one and the Duchess is the perfect candidate. She’s powerful, wealthy, beautiful, and he actually seems to like her, something that cannot be said for all married officers.” She spoke matter of factly, as if expecting Cassian to already know all of this. If he really were working for you he probably would, but Imperial marriages weren’t her area of expertise. “Rumour also has it that the General is going to be given some big secret task, so maybe he wants to settle down before that, to have someone to lean on if he is given more responsibility,” she added, and before Cassian could say anything else, try to get any information out of her regarding said task, a young servant boy entered the kitchen, saying that the General was leaving and that you were asking for Cassian.

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Cassian slammed the door shut behind him, making you jump from where you sat at you vanity, applying moisturiser. You turned around, a deadly look in your eyes. “You were supposed to be here half an hour ago,” you started. “And don’t slam doors again.” Cassian couldn’t even look at you, not now that he knew that those same eyes had just looked at an Imperial as your potential husband, that those lips had smiled at him, maybe even kissed him. Rage took over his body, rage that he had worked his entire life to keep under control, and yet you somehow brought it out without saying a single word. Or maybe because you didn’t say a word. “When were you going to tell me that you’ll marry him?” The words were out before Cassian could stop himself. You looked him up and down and Cassian couldn’t tell whether you were thinking of what to say or waiting for him to continue. “I wasn’t aware that my personal life was any of your business,” you finally said, getting up from your vanity and pulling on the robe that had been hanging over the chair. Cassian didn’t pay any attention to the soft silk adorning your nearly naked body, nor the thin pyjama that covered very little and even then was almost see through. How could you not see how dangerous a game you were playing? “This isn’t personal, it’s about the Rebellion. What do you think your husband would do if he found out? Do you think he’d be merciful?” You scoffed. With slow steps you walked over to Cassian until you were standing right in front of him, your naked feet touching the tips of his shoes, your chests almost pressed together. “Of course it’s about the Rebellion, what do you think why I’m doing this? I don’t love him, I don’t even like him, but he’s more powerful than I could ever hope to be.” A sad smile crossed your lips. “Can you imagine the information he has? What I could get my hands on as his wife?” Cassian could. As the General’s wife you would have the highest ranking Imperials over as dinner guests, would be part of the inner circle and gain knowledge you simply cannot right now. The rational part of him knew that it was a good plan, and yet he disliked it. He lifted his hand, slowly stroking along your cheekbone with his index finger before cupping your face in his hand and leaning his forehead against yours. “Please, be careful.” He took a deep breath, the words flowing freely from his mouth. “I’ve lost so many friends, good friends, I cannot lose you too.” You lifted your hand to run it through his hair, a gesture so soft it made Cassian sigh due to the comfort it brought. He didn’t remember the last time someone had touched his as gently as you did, the last time someone made him feel as at home as you did. “I wasn’t aware that we’re friends,” you whispered, your lips now ghosting over his own. “Just a few hours ago we weren’t, and until a couple of weeks ago we were basically sworn enemies.” Cassian opened his mouth but before any words could get out you pressed your lips against his, capturing them in a heated kiss. “You’re right,” he panted as he pressed sloppy kisses down your neck, pushing your dressing gown out of the way to gain access to all the skin your pyjama showed. “We’re not friends.” The way he said it set your whole body on fire. In the end if didn’t even matter what you called yourself, all that mattered was the way Cassian made you feel with a few whispered words, with his lips and tongue and fingers. And his cock. You could already feel it pressing against your lower stomach, hard and firm even through the tick material of his trousers. You hadn’t had the opportunity last time but now you were dying to taste him, to bring him pleasure with just your hands and mouth. You no longer wanted him to beg for you, you wanted own him. Just as you were about to sneak a hand to the button of his trousers, Cassian began to suck on the soft skin between your neck and shoulder, a place so obvious and visible you would for sure have to cover it tomorrow. “You’re mine,” Cassian said, his voice loud and clear, as he leaned away to fully look at what you were sure was a hickey that would stand out for days to come. His words made you clench your thighs together, you were sure that by now you had soaked through not only your underwear but also your thin pyjama shorts. The way he looked at you only underlined his words. It wasn’t the look of superiority and ownership with which Trusk had regarded you earlier, it was a look that spoke of belonging, of wanting to protect what was yours, of desire. You didn’t know what to say so you did the only thing that felt right. You unbuttoned his trousers, pulled the zipper down with a loud noise, but your hands didn’t go straight to his cock, which by now you were sure must have been aching. Instead you let your hands roam free under his shirt, feeling his soft skin against yours, running your fingers over every ab and scar before settling one hand on his rapidly beating heart. Cassian, whose hands had fallen to your waist, looked at you. He didn’t do anything, didn’t say anything, he just looked at you. Reluctantly you removed your hands from his chest. You leaned up to press a quick kiss to Cassian’s lips before making quick work his the bothersome shirt, ripping it more than unbuttoning. “Someone’s a little eager,” Cassian finally said. You looked up at him from beneath your eyelashes, trying your best to look innocent, as if you hadn’t just ripped the clothes from his back. “Just trying to get a look at what’s mine.” The words had left your lips before you could stop yourself. Only once you saw Cassian’s soft smile did you realise that you were glad you had said it. Maybe the two of you were nothing more than fuck buddies, but right here, right now, Cassian belonged to you. You finally pushed his shirt out of the way and Cassian did the rest of the work, getting it off and throwing it somewhere, neither of you caring where the bothersome piece of clothing had landed. You looked at Cassian, at how the soft lights in the room reflected in his eyes, on his skin, making shadows appear darker, casting him in an ethereal light. You let out a breath you’ve been holding, the air escaping from your lungs ghosting over Cassian’s naked chest, making goose bumps rise up in the process. You fought the smirk threatening to rise to your lips. It was a unique sort of power, knowing that you could make Cassian feel like this by something as simple as breathing. It had you wondering what else you could to do him. “Take off your clothes,” you whispered into his ear, your voice as seductive as you could make it sound. Cassian didn’t need to be told twice. He kicked off his shoes and socks before quickly pulling down his trousers and underwear in one swift motion. Within seconds he stood before you, no clothes to hid behind, baring it all to you. You pressed a quick kiss to his lips. one of your hands finding his cock at the same time and giving it a few strokes. Already you could feel precum at the tip. You wondered whether Cassian was this eager with everyone he slept with or if you really did hold some unique power over him. His own hands wandered to the bottom of your top, slowly lifting it inch by inch. “Your turn, mi duquesita.” But you only shook your head. You had something else in mind, and a favour to repay, he wouldn’t get you naked this easy. Gently, but firm, you took his hands in yours, removing them from your top and instead leading him over to a gigantic armchair in the corner of the room. This was where you usually curled up with a book, or sometimes with reports late at night when you couldn’t sleep. Cassian understood without needing to be told. He sat down, his knees just far enough apart to allow you to stand between them. You settled yourself on one of his thighs, leaning forward to trail kisses all over his exposed neck, up to his jaw, where his beard tickled your lips in an almost familiar way. Cassian twisted underneath your touch as one of your hands found his dick again, swirling the leaking precum around the tip and giving it a few strokes just as your lips captured his in a heated kiss. He let out an almost needy moan as your tongues met just as you squeezed his cock, a sound that you knew you would do your best to hear again and again. Before you knew it you had swung one of your legs over his thigh and involuntary begun to move, rubbing yourself on his leg, giving much needed relief to your aching clit. You opened your mouth in a breathless pant as Cassian removed one of his hands from your hips, where he had put them to steady you and move you along his thigh at the same time, to sneak it through the bottom of your shorts and panties to your clit. He didn’t circle it like you had expected, instead he gave it a soft squeeze, almost painful but too pleasurable to really notice the ache. There was nothing to be done to muffle your scream. “That’s it, let me hear you.” You continued to move your hands and your hips, your orgasm building quicker and quicker as Cassian caught one of your clothes nipples in his mouth, wetting the material with his tongue before biting down ever so softly, only to soothe it with this tongue once more. In the end you weren’t sure whether it was his leg beneath your pussy, his fingers on your clit, his mouth on your breasts, or the filthy encouragements he whispered that had you unraveling. There was no holding back the moans as you finished, nor did you want to hold them in, not when you could feel Cassian’s dick twitching with every sound from your mouth, with every bit of wetness leaking through your clothes. “That’s it, that’s my good girl.” His lips ghosted over yours, barely touching, just taking comfort in sharing this moment, sharing the same air. “I bet Trusk could never make you feel like this.” And the moment was gone. You sat up straight, tried your best to look as if Cassian hadn’t just rocked your world, as you looked him in the eyes. There was something of defiance in them, as well as something darker, something buried deep inside, that you couldn’t quite identify. “Way to ruin the moment, Andor.” Your hands slipped from his still hard dick and in the next second you got up, suddenly feeling dirty and wanting to be as far away from Cassian as possible. You walked over to your window, wrapped your arms around yourself, as you looked over the darkness outside. A few lamps were illuminating the park beneath your window, in the distance you could see small lights, probably servants smoking. You refused to look at your reflection, instead straining your eyes to focus on anything else, even if it was something as simple as a tree. You had been so focused on ignoring Cassian, expecting him to get dressed and leave the room, that it took you by surprise when you felt warm hands on your cold body. It was only when he wrapped his arms around you, one around your waist and one around your shoulders, and pulled you against his chest that you noticed that you had in fact started to shiver in your thin pyjama. “I didn’t mean to offend you.” You looked at Cassian’s reflection in the window, only to see that he was already looking at you. His grip tightened as he noticed your gaze, almost as if he was afraid you would pull away from him. “We should get away from the window,” you finally said after moments of silence. “Someone might see. It isn’t proper.” You felt Cassian’s chuckle against your back before you heard it. His lips attached themselves to your neck once more, peppering soft kisses along it. “Nothing about our relationship is proper.” You didn’t say anything. Didn’t correct that there was no relationship between the two of you. Instead you looked at him, at his soft brown hair that you had run your fingers through, the small scar above his eyebrow that was probably the result of some daring tale, his beard, that had felt so good against your skin. You knew that you had never truly hated Cassian, had only ever reflected his negative feelings towards you back at him, but now you were beginning to wonder if you reflected all feelings back. Ever since you had last seen him you had thought of your relationship, of when it all went wrong after a first meeting that had left you wanting to see the handsome rebel again. You knew that something must have happened between your first and second meeting and that whatever had changed Cassian’s opinion on you had once again shifted. “Cassian, why don’t you want me to marry Trusk?” It was a simple question, one that you thought you deserved to know the answer to. Now it was Cassian who avoided looking at you. He pressed a kiss to your head before resting his forehead against your shoulder, breathing in your scent, grounding himself in the moment. “I have given so much to the Rebellion,” he whispered into the dark. “And I was glad to give everything I had. I would give my life and do so willingly, but I won’t give you.” You turned around in his arms, forcing him to lift his head and look at you. One of your hands cupped his cheek, just holding him. “I am not yours to give, Cassian.” He leaned into your touch, closed his eyes and nodded slightly. “I know.” He was silent for a moment and you didn’t know what to say either. After what felt like an eternity he continued. “I know it doesn’t make any sense but when I first met you I thought there might be something there, something we could build on. I found myself wishing that we had met under different circumstances, in a different time. And then I got back and I found out who you were, that you carry a title that stands for everything I have spend most of my life fighting against.” You didn’t know what to say. You had always suspected that your title was the reason behind Cassian’s changed attitude towards you but hearing it out of his mouth was something else, it twisted something inside you. Did he still feel this way? “It felt like a future was being ripped from my hands, a future we likely wouldn’t have had to begin with. I thought that you were only helping the Rebellion to ease your conscience, tossing us a bone every once in a while to keep us hooked. And yet I couldn’t help but feel drawn to you. I wanted to hate you, tried to make myself hate you.” You nodded. You had felt the same way. At first you had hoped to find a friend in Cassian but even after a short conversation you could tell that there was a chance the two of you could become something more. And then he changed, he seemed to despise you, and you tried to mirror his behaviour, his feelings, and yet you mourned for what could have been. “I realised that I was wrong the night of the ball, and that I had wasted so much time in trying to hate you. Time we could have spent together.” The look in Cassian’s eyes made your insides melt. He was being honest, vulnerable, putting his heart in your hands. “We don’t even really know each other. You don’t know my mother’s name, I don’t know your favourite colour. Who’s to say that we would even work?” Cassian twisted his head, pressing a soft kiss to your wrist. That simple gesture, the way he made your heartbeat quicken, told you that you would burn down the entire galaxy to find a way for your relationship to work. Cassian Andor had a way of turning off the logical part of your brain. “But I know how you make me feel, how I make you feel. I know that you’re my home, you’re the one thing in the galaxy that means more to me than the Rebellion. I’ve been a fighter my whole life but with you I’ve found peace.” You stepped impossibly closer to him, removing your hand from his cheek in order to wrap your arms around him as you rested your head on his chest, taking comfort in the steady beating of his heart. “We agreed to be casual just a few hours ago, Cassian.” You breathed in his scent, relished in feeling his skin under your hands, your cheek. You’ve heard tales of soulmates, of people bound together by what you parents used to call the Force. They had grown up in a different time, in a time where it was still easy to believe in fairytales and true love, in knights guided by a higher power. You had never hoped to find what they had, the love the two of them shared, had always known that your marriage would be a political one. There was no love under the Empire, only loss. And yet, maybe that was what this was between you and Cassian, maybe feeling drawn to him, knowing that you could easily love him if only you let yourself, meant that you were soulmates. “That was before I knew that I could lose you.” You thought about his words. Yes, you could marry Trusk and be out of Cassian’s reach, but you could also be the one to lose him. He risked his life every day, the scars all over his body told of how often he had only narrowly escaped death. You had seen his name on the Empire’s kill list with your own eyes. “I can’t promise you forever. I can’t promise not to marry Trusk if it’s what’s best for the Rebellion. But I can promise that I’ll be yours as long as the stars allow.” You lifted your head from Cassian’s chest to look at him, only to find his eyes already focused on you. He moved a hand to the back of your neck, gently tracing his fingers through your hair. “As long as the stars allow,” he repeated, whispering the words against your lips, against your neck, as his lips moved down. And even if the stars, fate, the Force or whatever power controlled the galaxy were to decide that Cassian was ripped from you the very next day, at least you were allowed one perfect night together.

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Ok, this was honestly a mess! Not only was it my second (and first published) time writing smut, I also had no idea where the story was supposed to go and it ended kinda weird. I might one day write a part two to make up for that, we’ll see.

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Is That a Blaster in Your Pocket or Are You Just Happy to See Me?

Din Djarin x Cassian Andor x Poe Dameron x F!Reader

Part two of What Happens on Coruscant, Stays on Coruscant

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Author’s note: A little celebration piece for 1k followers! I hope you all enjoy! This can be read without reading part one but you might enjoy their dynamic more if you have 🖤

Summary: Mando, Cassian and Poe come back to The Big Bang on Coruscant for another good time with their favorite girl.

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, no one knows Din's name, foursome/group sex, sex work, reader has an alias she uses at the brothel (Nova), voyeurism, oral sex (male and female receiving), vaginal sex, double vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, nipple play, cum eating, two positions, dirty talk, slight degradation, pet names (angel, sweetheart) Din being shy but also rough, Cassian being a simp and Poe being a slut, no use of y/n

“I can’t believe you talked me into doing this again,” Mando sighs, walking down a familiar street in the lower levels of Coruscant.

“I didn’t have to talk you into it. You saw how into you she was last time so don’t act like you don’t want this,” Poe shrugs.

“I didn’t need any convincing,” Cassian chimes in.

“We know, Cass. You practically fell in love,” Poe teases.

They continue their walk to The Big Bang, the street just as desolate as the last time they were here. They stop at the front of the brothel which looks freshly redone and Mando says, “At least they fixed up the place a little bit… Has it really been that long since last time?”

“Way too long,” Cassian says.

“You two are killing me. Mando’s acting like he doesn’t wanna be here and Cassian’s falling in love with a prostitute,” Poe mutters, rolling his eyes and walking past both of them and entering through the door.

Cassian and Mando follow him inside to the lobby, walking to the counter at the back of the room where Salva’s standing yet again.

“Welcome back Mr. Damon! And I see you brought Mr. Andor and Mando with you again.”

Poe hears a deep sigh slip out from underneath Mando’s helmet but chooses to ignore it.

“Nice to see you. We’re here to see our favorite girl, Nova, again,” Poe says, finishing with a wink.

“Well let me see if she’s ready, boys,” she says, slipping out from behind the counter and going down the hallway.

She reaches your room and knocks. It’s been a slow night for you so you answer the door rather quickly, leaning in the door frame and smiling at her.

“Got someone for me?”

“A real treat. I have Mr. Dameron, Mr. Andor and Mando for you in the lobby,” she says, her face breaking into a big grin.

“You already know my answer,” you say coyly.

“Girl, I got you. I’ll go get them,” she says, leaving to retrieve them from the hallway.

Salva holds the curtain aside and says, “She’s all yours, boys! You can pay at the end this time. Same room as last time.”

They slide past her and walk down the hallway while you take the opportunity to look yourself over in the mirror before they reach you. It’s been a few months since you’ve seen them last. Normally, you’re not self conscious with a client but for these three you want to look and feel your best. Tonight you’re adorned in a red matching bra and underwear set. You hear a knock on your door so you get to the bed in the middle of the room as fast as you can, crossing your legs and calling, “Come in!”

The door opens and you’re greeted with Poe and Cassian’s grinning faces and Mando’s stoic helmet.

“Poe, Cassian, Mando,” you say, nodding at each of them and adding an extra emphasis on Mando.

They step in and the door closes behind them, Cassian and Mando standing awkwardly tensed up. But Poe saunters over to you confidently, sitting beside you on the bed. One hand palms your thigh and the other lightly grasps your chin, turning your face towards him.

“Miss us, sweetheart?” he asks.

“You bet I did,” you reply, “How did you want me tonight?”

“Well let’s see… Mando got your pussy last time so now I think it’s my turn. You want her mouth?” he asks, turning his gaze towards Mando.

“What- uhh…”

“It’s all yours if you want it, Mando,” you tease.

“S-sure,” he says, the modulator amplifying his stuttering.

You lay down and he moves to the side of the bed, standing by your head.

Poe stands up, places his hands on his hips and says, “Well what do you think, Cass? Wanna take her pussy at the same time?”

“Mhm. But she needs some extra attention first,” Cassian responds, falling to his knees by your legs and spreading your thighs apart. He slips off your underwear and brings his tongue to your clit, swirling around it in small circles. A moan slips out as you turn your head to face Mando, whose cock is pitching a tent in his flight suit.

“Aw Mando… Is that a blaster in your pocket or are you happy to see me?” you tease, batting your eyelashes at him. You can’t skip out on an opportunity to tease the quiet bucket-head.

He pulls his cock out and now that it’s up close and personal with your face this time you can see how large it is, making you a little intimidated to take him in your mouth. He gives you no time to think, though, bringing the tip of his cock to your lips. You open your mouth and let him thrust in and out you, tears springing in the corners of your eyes.

Poe sits beside you on the bed and slides a hand underneath your bra, playing with your nipple as you suck Mando’s cock and have your cunt licked by Cassian. Cassian’s tongue moves to your cunt, leaving his nose by your clit. You arch your back and grind your hips against his face, making his nose stimulate your clit perfectly as his tongue laps at your cunt.

The tip of Mando’s cock grazes the back of your throat repeatedly as he fucks your face. Your jaw starts to hurt from opening wide enough to accommodate his girth but you ignore it, marveling at how fast he can go from shy to dominant, taking over without so much as a complete sentence from him.

Eventually the muscles in your core tighten up in anticipation of a large release. Your back arches even more as your orgasm washes over you, your hips grinding erratically against Cassian’s face. Your cunt completely soaks the lower half of his face as you come down from your high.

Just as you finish Mando's coming in your mouth, must’ve been triggered by watching you cum. His warm release drips down the back of your mouth and you swallow as much as you can before he pulls out. You look at his cock now that’s not in your mouth and it’s still rock hard, the remnants of his orgasm leaking from the tip.

Cassian finishes lapping up your wetness before pulling away and sitting beside you on the bed. You catch your breath and ask, “Okay… what’s next?” feeling a little winded from the intense orgasm from Cassian and Din’s cock down your throat.

“You said you wanted both of us in her pussy, Poe?”

“Yeah, why not?” Poe responds, a smirk growing on his face.

“Okay, so how do we-” Cassian starts but you cut him off.

“Cassi baby, you want me on top of you?” you ask sweetly.

He couldn’t say yes fast enough, standing up to take off his clothes before laying on the bed next to you. He gives his cock a few strokes as you move to straddle him. You sink down onto his cock, letting it hit the deepest angles inside you. Poe stands at the opposite end of the bed, removing his own clothes as he says, “Think you’re gonna need some lube, sweetheart.”

“In the top shelf by the mirror over there,” you respond, not breaking eye contact with Cassian as you sit with his cock buried inside you. His hands move behind your back to unclasp your bra, tossing it beside the bed and rubbing small circles around your nipples with his thumbs.

Poe grabs the bottle of lube and spreads it on his cock before kneeling behind you on the bed. You lean forward so that you’re face to face with Cassian, kissing him as Poe slowly enters you. It hurts just a little bit at first but as Poe thrusts in and out gently you feel your walls stretch to accommodate both of them. You continue making out with Cassian, small moans and gasps slipping from your lips with each movement from Poe. His hands grip each of your asscheeks as he curses underneath his breath.

But your face is pulled from Cassian’s much to his chagrin as Din pulls you into his cock, rock hard and already ready for round two. Cassian’s mouth moves to the spot where your jaw meets your neck, licking and nipping at the soft skin lightly.

Poe slaps your ass and says, “Look at you. Filthy girl taking all three of us at the same time like an angel,” finishing his sentence with a sudden snap of his hips. You moan at the praise as best as you can with Din’s cock in your mouth. His gloved hands grip each side of your face as he fucks your mouth for the second time tonight. Your eyes gravitate to the stone cold stare of the visor as he pushes his length into you unforgivingly. You can only imagine the smug look he has on his face underneath the helmet as he makes a mess of you, tears rolling down your cheeks.

The new sensation of two cocks inside your wet cunt brings you to the brink of orgasm. Your walls clench each man’s cock as much as it can before fluttering rhythmically around them. You cry out at the intense orgasm, one you had never thought possible. But your cries are cut off by Mando’s cock spilling cum down your throat. He keeps your face flush against his groin and the tip of his cock nestled in the back of your mouth. It’s too much and you go to pull away but he keeps his grip on your head tight, looking down at you and commanding, “Take. It.” most likely through gritted teeth.

He finishes coming and finally relieves you, backing away from the bed and putting his cock away. You bury your head in the crook of Cassian’s neck as you continue to be railed by both of them.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Cassian praises.

With one final thrust Poe arrives at the edge of release himself, pulling himself from you swiftly and painting your backside in his cum. He pumps every last drop from himself and gets off the bed, leaving Cassian left to finish with you. He moves and pins you underneath him, driving his cock into your mess of a cunt. He manages to pull one final orgasm from you, your cunt fluttering around him and left completely exhausted at this point. He pulls out at the last second he could before spilling his load into you, opting to instead coat your stomach in ropes of cum.

He collapses on the bed next to you and catches his breath. Poe moves to get dressed and says, “Well you outdid yourself this time, Nova,” pulling on his pants.

“Th-thanks,” you say, sitting up and still sort of out of breath.

Cassian and Poe finish getting dressed as Mando stands awkwardly by the door, hands crossed in front of him.

“Well thanks for a good time, Poe, Cassian and Mando,” you say, looking at the three of them.

“We’ll be back, sweetheart!” Poe says, shooting you a quick wave and disappearing through the door.

Mando hits you with a quick “bye” and nod of his helmet before following Poe, back to his awkward and shy self after destroying your throat.

As for Cassian he gives you his signature kiss on the hand and says, “Until next time, gorgeous.”

And with that you’re alone. You collapse on the bed and remind yourself to tell Salva you’re done for the night.

The three men return to the lobby and stop at the desk to pay.

“Have a good time, boys?” she asks slyly.

“Oh you bet,” Poe answers for all of them.

“Well that’ll be four hundred credits each!”

They pull the credits out of their pockets and place them on the counter for her. She slides them into her hand and asks, “And anything for a tip?”

They sigh and pull out more prompting Salva to say, “Very generous tips… She must’ve really taken care of you all.”

Poe lets out a chuckle and says, “Mhm. See ya next time, Salva!” before leaving with Cassian and Mando.

As soon as they step out onto the street Cassian says, “That was-”

“Amazing,” Mando finishes.

“Aw you’re coming around, Mando,” Poe teases.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Mando grumbles, leading them back to the docking yard, each of them thinking about when they’ll be back… and maybe even separately next time.

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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It's Called a Cockpit for a Reason

Pairing: Cassian Andor x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, cockwarming, referenced slow sex, mostly clothed sex, cock riding, jaw kisses, cum stays inside

Word count: 0.3k

A/N: Happy Andor day everybody!

"Stop squirming." Cassian's fingers press against your hips, stilling you in his lap, "You're gonna get cum all over my pilot seat."

"Then maybe you should have held out longer." You smile against his jaw, his beard scratching and tickling your cheek, before you lay your head on his chest, inhaling his scent, running your hands from forearms to his shoulders, gripping him by the collar of his jacket. "Or at least you should have started this in the pilot cabin."

Cassian groans as you roll your hips against him, a deep rumble coming from his chest, "Don't try to pin this on me. You're the one who started grinding into my lap. I just gave you what you wanted because I'm a good boyfriend."

"You are." Your hands run up his face, to the back of his head and tangle in his dark hair, pulling and pushing his lips down to yours, "The best in the galaxy."

"You know it baby." Cassian's smug grin is swallowed by your lips pressing against his, hot and quick and just as passionate as minutes before, reigniting the tension between the two of you. As if it ever left. Not with his cock still pulsing and semi-hard inside you.

If you wanted to you knew you could get him going again, but you were both a little tired from the long day and sex was an excellent way to release stress, make you both extra sleepy, and let each other indulge in each other till your hearts content.

Granted you kept the sex pretty slow, and not just because there wasn't a lot of room to move around in the pilot cockpit either. It just felt better, more intimate, especially when you're both pressed so close to each other. The fact that Cassian always insisted on keeping his cock inside you for a while after both your orgasm highs faded made it feel even more special.

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foxigemini · 2 years

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Moments

Pairing: Cassian Andor x Female Reader

Summary: Casual sex has it pros and cons but feelings makes it a hella lot more complicated...

Warnings: SMUT! NSFW!

Notes: My first time writing for Cassian. I got really inspired by the first episodes of the series ^^

The morning sun peeked through the curtains, gently poking Cassian awake. Smiling, he turned around and met your beautiful eyes.

"Good morning," he mumbled, his voice grousy with sleep.

"Morning," you whispered, smiling back at him, trying to still the wild beating of your heart as you looked at this beautiful man beside you. Your gaze followed the features of his face, from his soft, brown curls to the sharp angles of his nose down to the thin lines of his perfectly shaped lips. The last thing you wanted was to fall for him, knowing you probably weren't the only woman in his life. But a part of you hoped you were, despite his reputation. Neither of you had specified this thing that had been going on for a month now and you didn't dare to ask him. You didn't want to scare him away, to lose what you had with him. Even if it was only sex.

"Hungry?" Cass asked, erupting your train of thought.

"Mmhmm," you replied, biting your lip as you crawled on top of him.

"What are you doing?" Cass asked, chuckling lowly with a twinkle in his eyes as he looked up at you.

"Satisfying my hunger." Smirking down at him, you lifted your hips and wrapped your hand around his morning erection. Slowly, you lowered yourself onto him, moaning as he filled you up.

"Fuck, baby," Cass groaned as he easily slipped into your warm wetness. He grabbed your hips and watched as you moved on top of him. He let you set the pace, your breasts bouncing as you rode him at a slow and steady pace.

"You’re so beautiful."

Face flushed with pleasure and flustered from his words, you closed your eyes and held his chest tightly as you quickened the pace, feeling your climax slowly building up, that intense, tingling pleasure in your clitoris. Reaching down, you massage the sensitive bud and everything exploded, pleasure spreading slowly and all at once, down to your toes and fingertips. Your body began to vibrate and hum with electricity, pulsing through your stomach, chest, and thighs. Finally, the sensation crescendoed with a full release of tension, stress, and pain, leaving you feeling as though there were thousands of tiny effervescent bubbles slowly gliding across your skin.

Cassian watched mesmerized as you came, grunted as your walls tightened around him. Bucking his hips against you, he swelled inside your clenching pussy, his cock twitching as he climaxed and filled your womb.

Panting, you opened your eyes and looked into Cassian's brown eyes with a tired, satisfied smile on your lips.

Cass smiled back and palmed your cheek, pulling you down for a kiss.

Moaning sweetly, you kissed him back, your fingertips dancing across his bare chest. As the kiss ended, Cass took you in his arms, embracing you lovingly.

"Let’s just stay like this for a little while longer," Cass mumbled as he pressed his lips into your hair. "I want to enjoy this quiet moment together."

"Sounds perfect," you whispered as you closed your eyes and pressed your cheek against his warm chest.

Cass tightened his grip around you, wishing he could say all the things he wanted to say. How much he started to fall in love with you. But it wouldn't be fair. You deserved to have a good man who would take care of you, and give you kids and a family. With the life he was living, he could never give you that. So, for now, he enjoyed this tender moment with you, pushing the day he would have to leave you deep into the back of his mind.

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dameronscopilot · 1 year

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sO I've quite always been Feral for Cassian Andor, and with his new show out I'm even more feral, especially after reading your Cassian stuff which is *chef's kiss* literal perfection.

I'd like to submit a Kinktober request, and if I do it wrong just, like, literally yeet me into the sun.

Can I get a breeding + floor sex + "Shhh. There's people in the other room." with a Mr. Captain Cassian Andor, please and thank you? 🥺

(hi hi thank you so much 🧡! i hope you enjoy this!)

Crossing Lines

(sequel to Off Limits)

Cassian Andor x f!reader

Summary: With the promise of your long-awaited freedom from the Empire just on the horizon, you and Cassian have a risky celebration the evening before your escape.

Word Count: 1.3k

Rating: 18+ EXPLICIT

Content: NSFW, smut, floor sex, forbidden relationship, established relationship, unprotected p in v, creampie, fingering, dirty talk, cassian's filthy mouth, breeding kink, cockwarming

A/N: This is a sequel to Off Limits. I'd suggest reading that first for full context if you want to understand the plot!

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Cassian Andor.

His name was Cassian Andor.

Though he was initially hesitant to tell you much of anything at all, countless nights spent together after your first dalliance loosened his lips considerably. Your suspicions that something seemed off about your Imperial guard were proven to be correct—he was a spy for the Rebel Alliance. And if you were both lucky, you’d be escaping this miserable planet with him when all was said and done.

While Cassian was well aware of your disdain for the Empire, something which you’d made abundantly clear long before his mouth laid claim to yours, he was surprised when you whispered to him in the darkness of your room one evening, asking if you could join the Rebellion. He’d been planning to pilfer you from the clutches of your Imperial general father one way or another before taking his leave, but he’d expected that you’d want to take off on your own to find a quiet planet on the Outer Rim to disappear into anonymity.

But no, you wanted to fight.

And Cassian could hardly turn down the opportunity not to let you slip through his stained, battered hands.

The union of your bodies brought you together, and you continued to tread a dangerous path as Cassian discreetly took you to bed each evening, taking his duties as your “assigned guard” a bit more literally than your father had likely intended as he fucked you deep and slow until you were a trembling mess in his arms. But it’s what came after that found him nestling deep into the crevices of your heart—the hushed, soft conversation across the expanse of your pillow as Cassian gradually dropped down the walls of his hardened exterior bit by bit and let you see inside.

After his name came his story—from his heartbreaking childhood to all of the harrowing, traumatic, and tumultuous years that eventually found him rooted deep in the heart of the Rebellion, a cause that, while he hadn’t believed in it at first, was now the one thing that kept him standing despite the demons of his past that chased him. The memories of the blood on his hands, the choices he’d had to make.

“You’re a good man, Cassian,” you’d told him, letting your nose brush against his.

“I’m glad you think so,” he’d breathed out, cupping your cheek and running a thumb across your jaw.

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Cassian had already managed to gather a goldmine of information while stationed a room away from where your father often discussed Imperial tactics and planning with his fellow officers, but with your added help, the information you left the planet with would be priceless.

The night before you were both set to flee, you and Cassian took a chance at sneaking into a building where you were convinced your father had stored several crucial files that could change the game entirely for the Rebellion. Your hunch ended up being correct, and while you both still kneeled on the floor after working together to pry the hard drive from the computer sitting beside you, Cassian surged forward and kissed you as you both laughed in elation at your success.

Perhaps it was the taste of freedom on the tip of your tongue that let you grow reckless, but as Cassian’s stubble brushed against your cheek, you couldn’t help but relax your jaw to deepen the kiss, inviting his tongue to probe further into your mouth. Rather than pull away and find a more inconspicuous place to continue, you let yourself slowly sink to the floor, grabbing the front of Cassian’s uniform to pull him down on top of you.

“Right here?” he asked breathlessly as he broke the kiss, both of you all too aware of the sounds of footsteps echoing down the hallways and muffled voices nearby. While you’d barricaded the door the moment you entered the room, it was risky nonetheless.

“We can’t go anywhere until the shift changeover, anyway. Might as well get comfortable,” you responded with a smirk.

Cassian shook his head, grinning, before he leaned in to nip at your bottom lip. Your hands trailed a familiar path down his chest, slipping his straining erection from his pants. In turn, he tugged down your bottoms, helping you pull one leg free so you could spread your thighs wide for him. He teased your damp entrance with two digits before thrusting them inside, and you moaned.

“Shhh,” Cassian hushed you. “There are people in the other room.”

You snapped your mouth shut, but when the silence was then punctuated by the wet, lewd sounds of his digits plunging in and out of your fluttering cunt, a bitten off whine managed to escape your lips.

“But I bet you want them to hear...don’t you? You want them to walk in here and see you, the general’s daughter, spread out on the floor for me, whimpering and desperate to be fucked and filled.”

Lining himself up with your entrance, Cassian wiped the head of his shaft through your slick folds.

“You want them to watch while I stuff my cock into your tight little cunt, a dirty, filthy Rebel fucking the Empire’s finest.”

“Cassian—” his name punched out of you as he buried himself in you to the hilt, your tight walls stretching to accommodate his length.

“You want them to know how filthy you are, too. How you beg me to pump my cum into you every single night. How nobody knows you sit at that table for dinner with your family while my seed still drips from your messy little hole.”

He drug his shaft from you slowly, only to penetrate you once more with a swift, brutal snap of his hips, and you gasped as he slammed into your cervix. The floor was hard and cold beneath you, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

“I watch you drink that tea every morning, but I know you want those bastards to see just how badly you want to be bred, your belly full and round for the Alliance. For me.”

Heat pooled in your gut as Cassian’s cock massaged your inner walls at a relentless pace, and you arched your back up into his thrusts, wrapping your legs firmly around his waist.

“You want the whole Empire to know you’re mine.”

He sought out your mouth in a bruising kiss, licking across the seam of your mouth and taking claim of your bottom lip with his teeth, and you threaded a hand into his messy hair while fisting another in the front of his shirt.

“Yes,” you managed to get out in between the stilted moans you were doing your best to swallow down.

For all the tenderness that Cassian regarded you with normally, he quickly learned exactly what his filthy mouth did to you, and he used it to his advantage to consistently turn you into a simpering mess in his arms.

“When I get you back to the base, I’ll fuck you properly, and you can scream as loud as you want while your tight little cunt gushes all over my cock.”

With the promise of what was still to come lingering between you, Cassian clapped a hand over your mouth as he felt you clench down on him, muffling your choked out sob as the ache between your thighs bloomed white-hot and exploded, your entire body writhing with the force of your orgasm. He dropped his head down to mouth at your collarbone as his shaft began to pulse, painting your inner walls with his hot seed.

Even after the last of his cum finished pouring into your womb, you kept your legs wrapped tightly around Cassian’s waist, relishing the feeling of his softening cock nestled inside of you. He pressed an affectionate flurry of kisses across the curve of your jaw.

Turning your head slightly to capture his mouth with your own, you asked, “I mean…do we have to wait until we get back to the base? You do have a ship.”

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darlingdekarios · 10 months

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to the stars.

rating: explicit. 18+ only. length: 3,976 content: Cassian Andor x f!reader, reader is an Imperial turned spy, dark themes [major death], porn with plot, established "relationship", smut [thigh riding, fingering - receiving, unprotected p in v], kink(s) [spit, overstimulation, choking, scratching, biting]

he will think of you every time he looks to the stars.

“They’re going to kill you tomorrow, which has changed our plans quite a bit.”

The cell door closed behind you, offering privacy with the rebel contained within the walls that surrounded him. He looked up at you from between his brown locks that seemed to grow messier by the day – they’d certainly grown longer in his time spent mostly within the captivity the cell offered. His deep, brown eyes found their way to yours, his own full of questioning at your surprise visit.

“How much is quite a bit?” He questioned, raising upward to sit on the bed rather than remain on his back.

“Quite a bit,” you repeated, hands folded firmly behind your back and face saturated in seriousness. He hated seeing you on edge like this. “I have rigged three explosions on board — one in the hangar bay, one close enough to the bridge to make them nervous, and one…well, here. So hopefully they think you’re dead.”

You were brave, fearless even; if Cassian thought hard enough about it, he may even call your reckless abandon for your wellbeing stupidity, if he didn’t know it was because you just cared so much. Despite the recklessness you regularly showcased it had yet to prevent you from displaying competency — if you set out on a task, you would see results. He’d known of you before he even found himself in his current position – the Imperial General turned Rebel Spy – but no stories could compare to seeing you in the flesh and watching you work.

“What sort of ship did you get?”

“No ship – an escape pod. The explosions are to distract from that.”

“I don’t like the sound of this plan,” he stated, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair. “There’s too much risk, too much left to chance. We should talk about it more.

“I don’t like the sound of you dying tomorrow,” you replied, always quick with a rebuttal. He often wondered if you had intended to be a politician in another life, though he never asked. It was painful for many to dwell in the past, as he expected was the case for you. It was something he could understand. “The plan stays as it is. Have hope, Cassian.”

He nearly relented at the soft reassurance in your voice, at how despite you were clearly just as anxious as he was finding himself you still sought to soothe him. “If they know who organized this,”he began, shaking his head slightly despite his dissipating nerves. “They will kill you.”

“Yes. They will,” you replied matter of fact, having accepted the words already. You’d been doing this long enough to know what a plan like this meant, and he wasn’t even privy to all the details like you were. You knew it would be an argument regardless – holding back some of the information was better for both of you. “We’ll both just have to bring our best.”

“It’s too risky,” he refused to relent, his head shaking firmly again.

“It’s all we’ve got, Cass.”

The silence lingered as he allowed your words to soak in, as his brain tried to quickly think of anything else the two of you could attempt. With just a little more time the two of you could come up with something so much better, so much less reckless – but the time had run out.

“When?” he finally conceded, eyes meeting yours again. There were so many things that he wanted to say to you, so many kindnesses he had intended to thank you for and hadn’t gotten around to.

“First thing in the morning. I’ll come to you when it’s time.”

Months of this were coming to an end. Months of late-night unauthorized visits ending with Cassian buried in you, losing himself in the reprieve you offered from whatever his day had forced on him. Months of both of you pretending that the solace you found in one another was nothing more than a temporary distraction. Soon, though – sooner than expected – he would no longer be able to lose himself momentarily in the bliss of your body. He wanted to tell you everything he admired about you, so many things he wanted to ask, so many things he wanted to know.

It was cruel of the galaxy to bring you together this way, but the fact was unsurprising – cruelty was an old friend to you both.

“What will you do until then?” He broke the silence as you turned to leave, holding a breath as he awaited your response. It seemed selfish to ask for what he wanted given how much you were risking for him today, but he hoped your heart yearned for the same as his in

“My job. Everything must seem normal for this to work.”

“Is it not your job to interrogate me, Captain?” Despite everything, you couldn’t hold back the light smile that formed on your lips as you turned to face him again. He leaned against the wall with one hand resting behind his head, his other hand resting on his thigh as his eyes sought yours out again. The smug expression he so-often wore with you had returned; his lips slightly upturned in a smirk as he patted his thigh twice firmly. “Interrogate me, then.”

There was no use in arguing, because any quarrels you may have presented would be false: you wanted this time with Cassian again before he was ripped from you. Perhaps it was irresponsible, but it didn’t matter – your feet carried you to the bed with no argument. As you climbed into the bed and into his lap, he immediately removed his hand from behind his head, raising it instead to cradle the side of your face and lead you close to him as the other found its regular position on your hip. Your lips chased his, claiming one another in a soft but heated kiss that felt so right it mirrored the cosmos’ aligning stars. His lips parted before yours, desperate for the kiss to reflect his need for you – desperate to commit the feeling to memory on the chance this was the last kiss you’d share for a while.

You’d seated yourself onto one of his thighs due to your quickened, desperate movements and while the kiss deepened by the swipe of his tongue across the seam of your lips, your hips shifted in response, a rush of heat flooding to your core. Cassian knew that movement, recognized the hitch to your breath and the whisper of a moan that was swallowed into his mouth, and it ticked the corners of his lips up into a smirk. Removing his hand from your cheek and sliding his tongue against your own he trailed his fingers down your body until his thumb connected with the sensitive bundle of nerves at your core through the grey pants you wore. You had to pull away from the kiss to moan, your hands suddenly grasping his shoulders to steady yourself as your eyes squeezed shut at his unexpected movement – the exact reason he'd done it. He loved the face you made when he took you by surprise and couldn’t wait to do it in more ways that weren’t restricted by a cell.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead before gliding his lips downward to your neck, pressing gentle kisses as he slowly rubbed a circle with his thumb attached to you. You whined then, eyes fluttering open to a hooded, darkened gaze as you sought his face, finding the softest smirk played on his lips. Your ground your core against his thigh, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as he pressed a kiss to the spot he knew was the most sensitive on your neck.

“Kriff, Cassian,” you moaned, your head rolling back as you began to rub your dripping core on his thigh in slow, intentional movements, gasping when it changed the pressure on your clit.

“I know,” he murmured, pulling your ear lobe between his teeth and guiding your hips back and forth with his tight grip on your waist. “I can feel how wet you are already. Were you wet when you walked in here?”

“Yes,” you gasped your confession, one of your hands sliding to the back of his head and gripping his hair slightly, pulling a groan from his chest. His thumb began rubbing faster circles, pressing against the sensitive nub harder to coax you closer to release. “I didn’t…think I’d get…get to fuck you again.”

A soft chuckle rumbled through him, his head raising to look at your face – cheeks flushed, lips parted, and so fucking beautiful for him already. “That’s what you’re worried about, hmm? Letting your dirty rebel fuck you again?” You could only nod in response. “Not giving you my cock until you cum just like this, Captain.”

You whimpered quietly as he claimed your lips again but found that soon with the combined pressure against your core from his muscular thigh and his pointed attention on your clit, it didn’t take long for your legs begin to shake. As your first orgasm rushed through you moaned into his mouth, pulling his hair slightly as you clung to anything you could to stable yourself.

When you’d finished your release, he wasted no time stripping you, tossing the clothes to the side before he knelt in front of the cot, leaning to trail kisses up your thigh. You whined at his gentle kisses; his hand spread your thighs before he reached to run two of his fingers through your folds, gathering the wetness that had flowed from you moments ago.

“Look at how wet you are for me,” he mused, leaning forward to repeat the action through your folds with his tongue with a low groan. He flicked his tongue against your now overly stimulated clit, smiling as you moaned out his name. “This is what I think about all day in this cell when you’re not here.”

He had no words for you then, the only sounds from his mouth his grunts and groans as he devoured every inch of your cunt, savoring how you tasted and hoping it would linger in his mind. Soon enough he slipped two of his fingers into your wet heat, focusing his mouth’s attentions on your clit to hurriedly coax another orgasm from you. You slid a hand to his head, fingers lacing in his hair and tugging slightly as he sucked on the over sensitive nub, a loud groan sounding in his chest as you moaned his name.

Pumping his fingers into you and curling them to massage against just the right velvety patch in your walls after already orgasming once was too much. Within minutes he had your thighs shaking again, your eyes brimming with tears as a second wave of euphoria washed over you, this secondary wave sending a rush of liquid to his waiting tongue, Cassian drinking in the nectar he’d earned like it was the holiest of communions.

When he’d finished cleaning your still dripping folds, he raised his face back to yours, kissing you deeply as he worked himself free of the uniform he’d be glad to be rid of soon. You took the momentary reprieve to return his kiss as well as you could, breathlessness creating a level of difficulty you were more than willing to ignore for him. When he was free of the uniform you took your cue to begin rolling to your stomach so he could take your cunt from behind as he always did – but today, Cassian’s firm grasp on your waist halted you.

“No, no, no…today I’m looking into your eyes while you take my cock,” he breathed out, basking under the blush that overcame your cheeks and the flash of adoration and confusion in your eyes. Settling between your thighs again he fisted his cock, rubbing the velvet tip through your folds with a quiet, appreciative hum.

As he slid into you a groan was pulled from his chest, his head throwing back briefly before he righted himself to watch his cock disappear into you, connecting a thumb to your clit again to pull a desperate cry from you. When he’d rocked his hips all the way forward and buried every inch of himself in you, he gave moved the thumb in a slow circle to soothe you, shushing you quietly as he ground his hips into yours.

“You don’t understand how fucking pretty your pussy looks taking me,” he breathed out before moving on to what he really wanted, pulling his cock from you only to piston it back into you at a desperate, rough pace. Your hips would certainly be bruised tomorrow. “Open your mouth.”

Barely within reason from overstimulation you could only nod, your eyes hooded and drunk on him as he lifted your hips higher to thrust into you at a better angle, leaning forward and awaiting you to follow his instruction. You opened your lips for him as soon as you’d registered the words and he smirked before spitting into your mouth, the taste of his spit mixed with your lingering arousal covering your tongue. He removed one of his hands from your hips to grasp your neck gently, nodding as his thrusts slowed for a moment – only a moment.

“Swallow,” he instructed again, groaning when you closed your mouth to do as he told and savoring the feeling of you swallowing beneath his hand. He leaned forward to kiss you as his thrusts picked up speed again, immediately claiming your mouth with his tongue. A look of confusion crossed his face as you pulled away from the kiss.

“Choke me,” you breathed out, raising one of your hands to cover his on your throat with a nod. His eyes flashed with something almost uncertain for a moment before you gave his hand a light squeeze, melting away the reluctancy and melding it into desire. His eyes darkened impossibly, his hand applying the perfect amount of pressure to barely affect your air flow, enjoying how your mouth fell open again and your eyes rolled back, your thighs already shaking around his waist. Though no sound came, a third orgasm washed over you, your walls clenching down around him and pulling a moan from his chest. He released his pressure when your walls loosened again and leaned forward to spit in your mouth once more before trailing his kisses down to your neck, immediately biting a mark where he knew it would be hidden by your collar.

Your own hands found a home on his back, scratching down the skin and raising marks – perhaps even drawing a little blood, neither of you cared – as he continued to plant kisses along your neck, his pace unrelenting as he chased more – as much as he could pull from you. The marks you left on one another would serve as a painful reminder of what was to be missed when the two of you were separated.

When he finally raised his head to look at your face he was met with the sight of your eyes welling up in tears again, the overstimulation finally winning. “Are you going to cry for me, baby?” He cooed, slowing his movements for a moment.

“It’s too much, Cass,” you whimpered, the tears finally spilling over and down your cheeks. He leaned forward to kiss them away on each side, though his gentle action was contrasted by his hard pace beginning again.

“It’s not too much, you can take it,” he cooed, his words broken with breathlessness as sweat began to drip from his brow and onto yours. “I know what you can take.”

He changed his angle again slightly to piston the head of his cock against the sensitive patch within you, his thumb now rubbing figure eights on your clit. Supporting you with his thighs he released his other hand, raising it to his own mouth to suck on it briefly before he lowered it to your backside, teasing the tight ring of muscle with the tip of the wet finger for a moment before he slipped it in, smirking as a borderline scream came from your mouth. Thank the stars the cell had been sound proofed for…”torture sessions” long ago.

“I’d take this tight little hole too if your cunt wasn’t so perfect,” he breathed out in his native language though you couldn’t understand him, leaning downward again to press a kiss to your lips. “Next time.”

Your tears were flowing freely now, unpreventable as he began to move the finger in your ass in time with his thrusts into your now well-fucked pussy, his own noises becoming desperate and unhinged as he held off his own release to prolong this as long as he could. Overwhelmed by all of it, by all of Cassian, you could only moan between quiet sobs of over pleasured joy, large tears flowing down your cheeks as you stared up into his face in adoration. Though it was impossible to focus you could quietly hear Cassian shushing you, cooing you into relaxation and attempting to soothe your tears.

“You can take it,” he reminded as he added a second finger to your ass, groaning as your walls clenched around him again and another orgasm rushed through you, your eyes squeezing shut just as tight as your walls clenched around him.

Though he’d always made a conscious effort not to, he was also beyond reason, and the feeling of your walls choking his cock like this had him spraying his own release into you, a groan from his mouth quieted as he crashed his lips into yours. As he finished painting your walls with his seed he kissed you slowly, intimately, like he wanted this to be the kiss both of you remembered. You were certain you would.

When you’d both come down enough, he rolled to lay next to you, watching your chest heave up and down mirroring his own. “I shouldn’t have done that,” he breathed out, obviously referencing where he’d opted to finish. “Was stupid.”

“It didn’t feel stupid,” you managed out between breaths, opening your eyes to flash him a playful look. He couldn’t help but laugh a little, wrapping an arm around your side and pulling you closer to press a kiss to the tip of your chin, then the tip of your nose, then your forehead.

“Nothing ever feels stupid with you.”

The hours that passed next to him were blissful, lying on your sides facing one another as your fingers ran through his hair gently, both of you savoring the feeling. It was as if Cassian didn’t blink a single time, seeking to memorize every detail of your face. While you would have been more than content to lay in perfect silence with him, he insisted you talk – about your home planet, about your family, about anyone you had ever cared for so he could remember your voice; so he could remember you.

“But what about you?” he questioned when the time finally came to separate, his fingers lightly brushing your jaw in a soft embrace. His eyes, the same that had looked at you with such disdain not so long ago at all, now held you with such reverence it was hard to look into them for too long – to be faced with how highly he thought of you knowing how you deserved to truly be seen.

“There’s only room for one,” came your simple reply, the five words carrying more weight than any small sentence had on him before, crushing his heart into his chest. Still, he had to believe there was hope. There always had to be.

“When will I see you again?”

His forehead leaned to yours, his brow pressing into yours as though he was trying to meld the two of you together, to force you to be with him until the end. The galaxy was cruel, a lesson you’d both learned long ago in such different ways, and this moment could not be forever. Nothing so pure as love could blossom under the conditions the two of you had grown in.

“Whenever I look to the stars I will see your face, Cassian Andor,” you breathed, your hands coming to rest on the sides of his neck. Your fingers, normally so steady and certain and calculative, were shaking against his skin, your nerves unhidden for once. Now was not the time for barriers – now was the time to be vulnerable, to show someone the parts of you that had been hidden away for so long.

He closed the distance between the two of you, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that carried much more with it than any other had. As he cherished the feeling of your soft lips against his own, he tasted the salt that filled your tears. Without breaking the kiss, he brushed a thumb under one of your eyes, collecting the tears that gathered there. He had to wonder if the tears were for him, because you didn’t want to be separated from him – or if they were simply because when he was gone, so would everyone on the base that truly knew you. He supposed it didn’t matter.

He broke the kiss to lean his head against yours again, inhaling the scent that surrounded you that he hoped he never had to forget. Hope – he had to have that trademark hope that he so often spoke of – to not resign himself to the mental misery of accepting that he would never see you again. To pretend this could end in anything but was a fallacy, it only made sense that he had to lose you, too – that was the overarching theme of his life. Loss. There were so many things he wished to say, to express, to confess, but none of them came.

You had grabbed his shirt at some point in the embrace and now, though every cell in your body begged you not to, you pushed him through the open door of the escape pod, your eyes finding the last bits of comfort in his. Before you could pull your hand away, he captured it in one of his own, raising it to his lips to press a gentle kiss to your knuckles. His eyes pleaded with you with words he couldn’t bring himself to speak.

You wanted to be this new version of yourself - perhaps the version that had always been begging to come out - beside him. But it was one of you or neither of you, and Cassian Andor was far more important to the galaxy than you would ever be.

You couldn’t stop yourself from stepping forward again to brush your fingertips against his jaw, pulling your other hand free of his at the moment a familiar, electric breathing filled the room.

“Traitor,” came the robotic voice of Darth Vader, your feet carrying you backward and away from Cassian before it was too late. As the door to the pod closed as did your windpipe, the force constricting your breath. From Cassian’s view he could see the man behind you with one solitary hand raised, his helmet hiding the monster beneath.

His fists slammed to the window on the pod in front of him, obvious yelling leaving his mouth as he pounded the glass. The tears in your eyes streaked down your cheeks faster, and despite it all a relieved smile flashed on your face. Your lips moved with words he could not hear as your shaking fist connected with the button before you, sending the pod and the man within free. Though the words weren’t heard, he could read them on your lips as he’d practiced many times before now.

“To the stars.”

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I Want You Back (Cassian Andor x Reader) - NSFW

💬 Summary: When your ex-boyfriend, Cassian Andor, stumbles to your apartment wounded, it brings back not only memories of your time together but a promise of something starting anew.

💬 Word count: 12.7k

💬 Genre & warnings: one shot smut. fem pronouns for reader. exes to lovers. mentions of blood and injuries. drinking. dirty talk (a LOT of it). reader is called sweetheart a couple of times and slut once. oral sex, reader receiving. unprotected sex. creampie.

💬 Tags: @thewonderofkpop - @obligatoryidolblog - @violetwinters - (I’m not doing my usual tag list for this fic given it’s in a different fandom than usual, you can lemme know if you want to be added for any future Star Wars fics)

You stare at the door, holding your breath, waiting. I might’ve dreamt it, you think but the way your heart is racing makes you believe otherwise. Your blaster is cold in your hands, a grim reminder of what you might have to do. The only source of light is leaking through the shuttered window in the living area. Your entire apartment complex is cramped and indoors; only artificial light can enter here.

The knocking comes again. It is heavy, more of a thud. Your chest is like ice, your legs moving forward before your brain can stop it. Living on the outskirts of the galaxy your entire life, you know how to handle your own but that doesn’t mean you derive any pleasure from doing so.

Your finger hovers over the trigger as your free hand slams down on the button to open the door. It glides open soundlessly –

“Cassian?” You blink in shock at the sight of someone you never thought you’d see again in your doorway.

He is slumped against the doorframe, one hand underneath his jacket. There is a sheen of sweat on his forehead, his hair stuck against his skin which has a sickly pallor. He looks as if he is crumbling underneath his own weight.

Cassian tries to smile but it looks forced and pained. “Did I wake you?”

“Uhm, yes. It’s the middle of the night,” You frown, whispering, “You look like shit.”

“I feel like shit. Can I come in?”

Even though he looks like hell, you hesitate. Maybe it is selfish but the last thing you feel like dealing with currently is your ex-boyfriend showing up in your new life, bringing in who knows what sort of hell with him. You had spent so long trying to forget him after things went to shit and now to find him right outside your apartment…

Cassian moves his hand out of his jacket and you can see his fingers are smeared with blood. It dawns on you only then that he is injured. The sight of the blood kicks you into gear from years of training.

“Hurry up before someone sees you,” The words are gruff and unpleasant but Cassian doesn’t seem to notice nor care because he lurches forward on the final bit of energy he has and is over the threshold.

Cassian slumps forward and you catch him quickly before he can strike the floor. The door seals behind him as your blaster drops to the floor when you take on his weight. He is familiar yet different; the weight of him sturdier than in the past, his frame harder, more stubble on his chin than you’ve seen before. It is like looking at a painting through water and trying to make out all the individual bits of what makes it feel so personal.

You manage to get Cassian successfully to the living room before his legs give out. He is splayed on the couch at an awkward angle which you have no time to adjust because you’ve scurried off to find your med kit.

After you told Cassian that the relationship didn’t work, that the chaos burning inside him without an outlet proved to be too exhausting for you, your mind had drifted to him often in the weeks that followed. You wondered what his life was like without you around, wondered if he was happier without you and if he regretted how things went.

It took a long time to get over him. And now here he was, bleeding all over your cramped and small living room in the middle of the night with no explanation – including how he knew that you lived here.

Returning to Cassian, you motion to the jacket that he still has on. “Come on, I can’t see your injury with the jacket.”

Cassian has managed to right himself in the short time you ducked out of the room. He is slumped on the couch, his head rolled back, breathing labored.

Still, he shifts enough to shrug out of his jacket which you take gingerly, making a mental note at how it has seen better days. His black shirt is wet on one side, stuck against his skin. You sit next to him, a twinge of anxiety hitting your chest. Cassian’s eyes are closed, and the sight of this brings back a storm of old memories, none of which you want to linger on.

“Do I even want to know what injured you?” Your voice wavers a little, betraying your nerves. Cassian would normally pick up on such a thing if he weren’t in his current state.

“No,” is all he mumbles.

Tentatively, you reach for his shirt, carefully peeling it upwards to expose the wound. It’s a gash, sticky with oozing blood, dark red smeared all over his abdomen. It isn’t the sight of the wound that sends your stomach churning; you work at the local clinic and have seen similar injuries more times than you can count. It is the fact it is on Cassian that makes anxiety bloom in your chest.

“I don’t have any equipment here and I don’t have any bacta. I can try to get you to the clinic –”

“No,” He rasps out and his hand reaches for yours. His skin is hot, too hot, and you realize he is feverish. “Too dangerous. Do what you can here.”

“Too dangerous? Cassian, what exactly were you doing before you got here? How did you even know where I lived?”

But his head has rolled back against the couch, eyes fluttering closed, too weak to reply. Knowing that you would get no answers now, all you can do is go to work on the wound and hope for the best. Exhaling slowly, you study Cassian’s face for a moment, your chest constricting. You hadn’t ever allowed yourself to think about what it would be like to see him again.

Your time with Cassian was a flurry, the sort of passion and romance that normally didn’t apply to your life. But there was a wildness with Cassian that at the same time meant it was impossible to pin him down. He had no desire for cozy nights in, always on the move as if there were a target on his back, running from his past and sidelining his future. Eventually, it grew more exhausting to deal with that versus the passion, sex and love you felt for him.

But that didn’t erase history nor did it erase your feelings for him. As you work, your mind flashes through a set of memories: seeing Cassian when you were introduced to him, the expression on his face when first kissing you, the way he’d slink into the apartment in the dead of night after doing universe knows what, how he would storm out in the morning when the two of you would fight again, the sex that would follow, only for the cycle to start again. Cassian seemed empty and even your love couldn’t fill it – a hard lesson to learn and one that ultimately ended with you leaving.

And now…

Well, now, it is up to you to make sure your ex-boyfriend makes it through the night.

At some point after patching Cassian up to the best of your ability, you doze off next to him. The next time your eyes open, you aren’t sure what time it is and for a split second, you can’t remember how you ended up on the couch.

But the sight of Cassian brings the memories flooding back, the adrenaline hitting as if you just drank some caf. To your relief, his breathing has steadied. Gingerly, you reach out to touch his forehead. He’s still a little too warm but not as feverish as a few hours ago. Your fingers linger there and you gently push some of his hair off his forehead, studying his face. You wish that there wasn’t this tidal wave of emotions when looking at him, no feelings of fondness, no memories to contend with.

Cassian stirs and your hand flies back to your lap. You hope he didn’t catch your moment of tenderness because you aren’t sure that he would let you live it down. You’re the one that left me, you could hear him say and it sounds so real in your head that you can feel yourself withdrawing.

He shifts slightly as his eyes open groggily. You are busying yourself with the medical kit, getting ready to change the bandage on the wound, knowing that it is a serious injury and needs a lot of tending to. You are aware of Cassian’s eyes on your back, a sensation so familiar that it makes a shiver roll down your spine.

“How are you feeling?” You ask curtly.

“Like shit,” He mumbles.

“You still have a fever. Here, you need another round of medication.” The glass of water is still on the table and you turn to face Cassian, thrusting it at him.

He reaches out and the tips of his fingers brush against your skin. The touch, so minor it is nothing, knocks your insides apart, your heart banging like a gong in your chest.

“I don’t remember…” He takes a swig of the water, stopping to get the medication from you and then takes another gulp, “Don’t remember much.”

“You showed up bleeding all over my front door. I need to change your bandage now.”

“Is it bad?”

“Well, you’re doing a better now than last night so I think you’ll live but the wound can still get infected and your fever hasn’t diminished as much as I would like.”

For some reason, you cannot bring yourself to look at Cassian directly. On top of that, examining him while he’s basically unconscious is one thing. But having him awake and semi-alert as you do so makes you jittery. Gingerly, you reach out, raising up his shirt just enough to expose the bandaged wound. You’re trying not to think about all the times you held onto him here when he fucked you, trying not to remember how he sounded when he was –

“Like old times, huh?”

Your thoughts shatter, quickly flicking your gaze upwards at his face. He’s teasing me, you think half in wonder and half in frustration. You were hoping for more time before Cassian brought up the past even with a small sentence like that.

“You mean when I’d patch you up after a bar fight?” You look away, back to tending to the wound, gently peeling the bandage off.

Cassian winces as it tugs at his skin while going, “Always wanted someone who could patch me up for free.”

“Old habits die hard,” You reply wryly, examining the injury closely although you can feel his eyes on you, “You going to explain how you knew where I lived? Or what happened to injure you like this?”

It still looks bad, you muse, disliking the shiny tautness of the skin around the wound. If only you had some bacta gel…but there is none in your apartment, having used it all up on a small child who got injured in the complex two weeks ago.

There is a pause as Cassian considers what to say. You know he is debating lying because the tiny bits of himself he allows others to see are not given freely. You once had access but in the passing of the years, you don’t know what he feels comfortable with anymore. Cassian is good at gambling, drinking, burying his feelings in the search for fun, in the search for something to blot out the burning in his heart that seemed to spill out of him in a rage against the universe. You have no clue if that’s changed, how much he’s changed, but when your gaze shifts to meet his, the silence seems to grow longer.

“It’s better if you don’t know,” He settles on, a finality in his tone that brokers no further conversation.

You never heeded the tone before and you won’t now. “Are you mixed up in something bad? You piss someone off?”

“I told you, it’s safer if you don’t know.”

“No, you said it’s better if I don’t know. Now you’re telling me that it’s safer.”

You are examining the wound, fingers touching his bare skin, still wishing for bacta gel. You aren’t convinced it isn’t going to get infected by the look of it. Cassian is quiet again. There is something more withdrawn about him now than before although you chalk it up to the breakup.

When he doesn’t reply, you go, “I should really get you down to the clinic and do some proper work on this injury. You still have a fever and I can’t tell if the wound is getting infected. On top of that, it could heal slowly, possibly leave a scar.”

“No,” The word comes out harsh and fast, “No, I’ll stay here.”

Narrowing your eyes, you ask, “Why? Why can’t you come to the clinic?”

“I came here for discretion. Not to be paraded through the town square to the clinic.”

“No one is parading you around, Cassian,” You frown, “What aren’t you telling me?”

“You can bring supplies from the clinic, can’t you? Or are there checkpoints? Will they question you about bringing things from the clinic?”

His tone is leaving you more confused than ever. There is an urgency and roughness to the questions that make you worry Cassian is in over his head although you can’t imagine what a security checkpoint would have to do with anything.

“Typically, no there aren’t checkpoints.”

“There might be today,” He says grimly, “I’ll wait for you.”

“What aren’t you telling me?” You demand yet again.

To your surprise, Cassian reaches out for your hand. He grips it tightly, sending a jolt through your skin that seems to sizzle. He is looking at you urgently and for a split second, you grow fearful that he has truly gotten in over his head.

“The less you know the better. Will you trust me on this? It’s for your safety.”

You want to argue that Cassian doesn’t get to decide what keeps you safe or not. But his eyes, those puppy dog eyes that have driven you around the bend more than once in both sex and arguments, brings you up short. Instead of fighting, you nod once indicating that the conversation is shelved…for now.

He relaxes, leaning back against the couch, eyes closing. His grip on your hand lessens, allowing you to go back to work on doing what you can to clean up the wound and change the bandages before you deem the work complete, standing up.

“I’ll head to the clinic now and come back as quickly as I can. I’m worried about infection settling in if I don’t get some bacta on it,” You grab your jacket, hurriedly getting ready, wondering how quickly you can make the trip.

Cassian says your name softly, drawing your attention. It is strange to see him on the couch; you never once thought that he would be in your new apartment. He has tugged his shirt back down, his skin still looking a little pale. For the first time it hits you that if he hadn’t come to your place last night, where would he have gone? It’s clear that he didn’t want to go to any sort of medical bay or even your clinic. If he wasn’t here, would he be dying in an alleyway somewhere? The thought leaves a bitter taste of fear in your mouth.

“Be careful,” is all he says before closing his eyes.

You give one last look at him and leave.

The walk to the clinic makes it immediately evident that there is something going on. There are imperial patrols on every street, the layer of fear across the city is like a thick cloak, and there are more security checkpoints than ever.

But how did Cassian know? The thought bangs around in your brain the entire walk to the clinic which takes double the amount of time it should. By the time you arrive, your nerves are on edge and you’re in no mood for small talk.

The clinic is quiet this late morning with just one medic on duty, patching up someone’s broken arm. The patient is complaining loudly when you enter.

“Asshole shoved me so hard that I toppled down the flight of stairs by the market. And did nothing about it, didn’t even stop to make sure I was okay! We get punished because some captives escaped?”

As you shrug out of your jacket and your coworker says hi, you say, “Who escaped?”

“You didn’t hear?” That patient’s tone is seething, “Where have you been all morning?”

“Asleep,” You reply curtly, not in the mood to bicker with a stranger, “I don’t work today, just forgot something here.”

Your coworker looks up from the man’s arm and explains, “Someone broke out that small group of rebels being held at the garrison up near the city entrance late last night. They were supposed to be transferred this morning but now they are just scattered to the wind.”

You are thankful that your back is to your coworker and the patient because your face is unable to mask the surprise as your stomach swoops.

Trying to keep your voice as neutral as possible, you reply, “We’re expected to believe just one person broke them out of the garrison?”

“Apparently.”

The patient makes a noise of disbelief. “No way the person survived. I heard they got him pretty good but he managed to limp out of there and they lost him in the city. He’s probably dying somewhere and they’ll find his body soon enough. He’s the reason these stormtroopers are all riled up, pushing people around and breaking my arm.”

“Please stay still so I can finish,” Your coworker sounds a little bitter, adding on, “Regardless of who broke them out, the rebels got away and now we have to deal with the repercussions.”

The blood rushing to your head is very loud. You take a steady breath, packing a few items in a small cloth bag and sneaking some more in the inside pockets of your jacket. If they know Cassian is wounded, these items might raise some red flags. You suddenly understand why Cassian couldn’t leave your apartment and why he told you to be careful.

“Alright, well, I got what I needed. Told myself I’d organize all my medical supplies at my place today and naturally I forgot some,” Your voice is casual as if the extra security and escaped rebels mean nothing to you.

“They’ll find the rebels soon enough. Where will they go without running into a blockade? I don’t think the person breaking them out had any sort of proper plan. Just wanted to stick it to the Empire.” The patient is still babbling and every word about Cassian is starting to make your clothing feel itchy against your skin.

Slipping your jacket back on, you smile blandly at your coworker. “I’ll be around more tomorrow.”

“Bye,” They reply, too focused on the fact the patient won’t keep still.

Leaving the room, you take a moment to collect yourself in the hallway. The idea of Cassian helping rebels escape, the same Cassian who seemed more likely to drink and gamble the night away, is a difficult one to wrap your head around. But there is no other explanation for him showing up injured on top of his secrecy.

You feel a flicker of anger in your chest that he has brought this situation upon you without your permission. You had been living quietly for all this time and now every moment with him around threatens to undo that. But what is the other option? Kicking him out to be caught by the Empire? No, you couldn’t do that, not to him of all people.

Exiting the building, you know that any strange expression on your face, any tension in your shoulders could spark a stormtrooper’s interest in you. Exhaling slowly, you try to keep your breathing steady as the walk home begins. You are hoping to look as nonchalant as possible, someone who is so used to imperial rule that you don’t really question the extra patrols or random security checks. A group of escaped rebels has nothing to do with you.

You are about five minutes from the apartment complex when a security checkpoint before the main entrance into the residential area pops into view. Cursing underneath your breath, you know that to turn around now would only catch their attention. The checkpoint hadn’t been there when you left.

Standing in line, you try to keep your face devoid of worry, coming up with your story about the medical supplies. They know Cassian is wounded. You think of the bacta gel hidden in your pockets. They’re going to question me.

When it is finally your turn, your heart is pounding and the palms of your hands are sweaty. Even so, you maintain an even tone when asked for your name.

One stormtrooper is running your credentials as another begins to search your bag.

“What do you need these for?” He asks, the helmet modulating his voice.

“I work at the clinic in the square,” You explain patiently, “I just keep some at home for emergencies and I like to replenish my supplies every few weeks.”

“Why?” He demands.

“Records are clean,” says the other stormtrooper.

“You never know when an emergency could hit. What if there is no possibility of getting to the clinic? All of us have our own kits in our places for times like that. We usually keep a small travel pack on us as well that needs replenishing.” You slip your hand into your inner jacket, pulling out the health kit from the pocket, hoping that it will be enough to stop them from poking around your pockets.

It is difficult to know what the stormtrooper is thinking as he studies the kit in the palm of your hand. You feel a little ill, unsure what to do if he wants to question you further. But the line behind you has grown as people are grumbling about the new checkpoint.

You want to keep talking but are aware that will only make you look as if there is something to hide. Remaining silent after your explanation, you wait.

“Records did say she works at the clinic,” The other stormtrooper remarks as if to prod things along.

Another moment passes. He’s not going to believe me, not with the timing –

“Fine, go.” He jerks his head towards the residential district.

You nod, making sure to keep the speed of your walk the same, putting your health kit back in your jacket. You can feel the stormtrooper’s gaze linger on you almost as if he regrets letting you pass. Something is tickling at his brain, some question he wants to ask, but it is obvious the other stormtrooper doesn’t see it as he does and wants to focus on the line forming instead.

Once you push past the doors, your shoulders slouch a little, your pace quickening. All you want to do is get back to your apartment. The fear that is hanging over the city today is much worse than usual. It is like the escape of the rebels is going to be made everyone’s problem.

The interior of the complex is flooded with the usual ugly, harsh lighting that your eyes have grown accustomed to. It has many floors, with the small apartments shoved close to one another to hold as many people as possible. The building is run down but overall clean. Every hallway is identical and it is a wonder Cassian stumbled around here and ended up at your place without being caught or reported.

You arrive at your apartment, stepping inside. You hear a familiar sound, immediately causing you to pull out the blaster hidden in one of your pockets, raising it –

Only to see it is Cassian with his own raised. He immediately relaxes upon seeing you.

“Are you trying to kill me?” You snap, your tension leaking out into your words as the door seals behind you.

“Had to make sure it was you.”

He is standing but his legs look wobbly. The entire trip couldn’t have taken more than an hour but he still doesn’t look well. Lowering the blaster, you hurry over to Cassian, ushering him back to the couch, plucking his own weapon from his hand.

Cassian slumps back onto the couch, wincing slightly as he sits, his hand going to his side. As you empty out the medical supplies, you cannot stop from biting out, “Were you going to tell me that you helped rebels escape? Or just bring this hell on me without any warning?”

Cassian is eyeing you carefully, weighing his words. You are frustrated, not only by the situation but this version of your ex that is brand new, doing things you never dreamt he could do.

Unable to stop yourself, the words tumble from your mouth. “Did you think I wouldn’t hear of it? Someone breaking out a bunch of rebels, getting wounded and losing stormtroopers in the city? Did you think I wouldn’t figure it out? There was a checkpoint before the residential district and I think it was only my clean record that got me through because the stormtrooper didn’t seem entirely convinced I needed these supplies just to restock.” Your hands are shaking, you realize, as one of the bacta gels tumble out of your hand and lands loudly on the table. “You just show up here – I haven’t heard from you in years and you think it’s okay to just – fuck, Cassian, did you think at all of what this was going to bring down on me?”

The last sentence makes his eyes blaze, leaning forward, his voice hot. “You think I wanted to show up here in the middle of the night? That I didn’t consider other options? I had nowhere else to go that would offer safety and someone to make sure I didn’t die in the street!”

“How did you even know I lived here?! What are you wrapped up in that you’re not telling me?!” Your voice is too loud – dimly, you are aware that it should be softer but your agitation is clouding your brain.

Cassian grits his teeth, his hand going to his wound, momentarily thrown off by a burst of pain. You sit down next to him, pulling the medical kit into your lap while gesturing to him wildly.

“Take off your shirt, I need to clean this out again. Properly this time,” You take a deep breath, lowering your voice, trying to collect yourself, “And as I do so, you’re going to explain everything going on.”

Cassian goes to pull his shirt off but when he lifts up his arm with the wounded side, he winces, inhaling sharply through his teeth. You reach out, helping him remove it, refusing to let your brain bring back memories of late nights involving the same motion for very different reasons.

Even so, the sight of Cassian shirtless leaves you briefly flustered and then surprised at the various markings along his arm, some along his abdomen that you hadn’t noticed in the hustle and bustle of tending to the injury prior. A lot of injuries, a lot of scars, a lot of stories here that started after I left. Who is this man in front of you? It no longer feels like your ex at all.

He is looking at you steadily, watching your expression change as you take in the sight of him before he finally says, “You already know the answer to everything you’re wondering.”

“Do you know how dangerous it is?”

“I do.”

“You’re lucky that you didn’t die last night. To break into the garrison like that and come out alive…”

“Because of you,” He shifts slightly, just enough so that he is angled towards you. “I had no plans to see you. I just knew your location as a final emergency plan. I didn’t think I’d use it.”

You want to ask more – how Cassian got swept up in working for the rebellion, why he did so, how much danger is he in regularly – but all the questions seem pointless. Cassian had always been restless, running from the past, ignoring the future. Maybe he just figured out that it was time to stop running. Perhaps it is selfish against the greater cause but you wish he decided to stop running and become a moisture farmer or something instead of a rebel spy leaping into dangerous situations.

Cassian’s voice is soft but firm as he continues speaking, “There were a few more guards at the garrison than our intel originally said. By the time I lost them, I knew I was too injured to go to the rendezvous point. You were the closest person I could get medical assistance from. I didn’t intend to put you in danger or pull you into anything.”

“I know,” You mumble, leaning forward to begin working on his injury, “I just was scared from the checkpoint.”

“I didn’t think they would tighten security so hard.”

“They think you’re still in the city and that you’re dying in a ditch somewhere, easy to find and finish off. Let’s just hope they don’t figure out your identity because they’ll come knocking here first thing.”

Cassian chews on this silently. For a little while there is no noise other than you cleaning out the injury carefully, smearing a goop of bacta gel on top of it and watching it do its work. You feel a tingle of relief knowing that Cassian will recover now without the worry of infection.

“That was a nasty wound,” You remark to finally break the silence, “What happened? Didn’t look like just a blaster bullet.”

“Got nicked by a blaster and then lost my footing, slammed into something sharp, don’t know what it was. Things were a little too frantic to tell and my vision went white. Rest of that is a blur,” He hesitates, “I barely remember making the conscious decision to come here.”

“Old habits die hard, right?” You quote from the morning.

The corners of Cassian’s mouth twist upwards for a moment in an almost smile. “You always were good at patching me up.”

Your cheeks grow warm, much to your embarrassment. Still, you brush the comment off by going, “Well, this was a little more complicated than any of your silly bar fights.”

“Even so, you still took care of it.”

His tone sounds serious now and unable to help yourself, you look at him. It is strange being this close to Cassian again and the fact he is shirtless now truly hits you. All the memories you attempted to fend off come flooding back – the times you’d be in his lap, your fingers grazing along his shoulders, his lips on your neck, his hands pressing against your lower back as he would talk dirty. No one ever quite spoke as filthy as Cassian did, no one could ever make you finish just from talking to you in the manner he did.

But that was the old Cassian, the one who wasn’t working for the rebellion, the one who was in love with you.

“Well, if I ever show up at your doorstep wounded, I expect the same treatment.”

This time he does actually laugh a little, that familiar twinkle in his eyes making your stomach twist. “I don’t think you’d want that. You and I both know my hands aren’t good for that sort of thing.”

The comment knocks the wind out of you. Is Cassian flirting? Or is he simply deflecting? It is difficult to know what he means by such a thing. All you know for sure is that it makes your heart skip a beat and you hate that it does.

“Well, the bacta gel should help a lot, on top of rest and medication. Hope you don’t have any plans because you’re going to be here for a few days.” You stand up, eager to remove yourself from the close proximity of him.

“By that time, they’ll figure I escaped the city and will ease restrictions enough I can slip out.”

“What happened to the others? None have been recaptured.”

“I got confirmation they made it to the rendezvous point. I was the only one who didn’t,” Cassian looks a little awkward before adding, “I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable and I’m sorry if I am while staying here.”

“I won’t lie, it is…different having you back, Cass,” The old nickname slips out and you curse inwardly, “It isn’t as if we’ve been talking since things ended. But I’m not going to kick you out in the street to get snatched up by the Empire either.”

He looks relieved. “I appreciate it.”

“Yeah, well…” You trail off, not knowing what to say, “You should get some sleep. It’ll help you heal.”

Cassian nods, stretching out on the couch. He doesn’t even ask for a blanket which only makes you wonder what sort of sleeping conditions he’s had over the past few years. “Good idea.”

You turn around to head into your room, digging around for a few seconds before pulling an old blanket out of a drawer. But by the time you come back to Cassian, he is fast asleep. Clearly, the injury is still taking it’s toll on him.

Standing awkwardly in the living room, the fabric of the blanket soft against your fingers, you stare at your ex on the couch. He hadn’t put his shirt back on and his pants are riding low on his hips. Visually arrested by the sight, you are aware that you’re staring. But your feet are rooted to the spot. How many times have you seen Cassian sleep like this? Hundreds, surely.

But Cassian is different now; physically he is in better shape with scars across his skin and mentally he is more focused and driven on something you didn’t think he’d ever topple into. There is no crossing the living room and waking him up with kisses, not anymore.

Quietly, you place the blanket on the table next to Cassian and go to your room, needing some space from him and the memories.

The next three days involve you trying to spend as little time around Cassian as possible. You spend long hours at the clinic, checking on Cassian before your shift and before bed. Conversations are to a minimum, time with him as short as possible because you grow fearful that the memories are going to blur your present. Your time with him is done and finished. There is no going back, especially now that Cassian is swept up in the rebellion.

One of the driving factors of leaving him was that you needed some sort of emotional stability with the person you’re with. Cassian, with the fire burning in his chest and no focus for it, proved to be too chaotic of a fit for what you wanted. There would be no such emotional stability with Cassian, a hard truth to swallow.

That’s what you tell yourself every night before going to sleep anyway. In the late nights where you can hear Cassian unable to sleep, occasionally caving and watching one of the holos you have, your mind wanders to memories and a warm desire in between your legs. You wish that your body still didn’t respond to the way he looked at you or that just the casual way he hands you a cup of caf in the morning didn’t remind you of all the previous ones spent together.

To make matters worse, you are positive that the amount of anguish Cassian is experiencing from being around you is close to zero. Sure, it was evident the first day or so that he felt a little awkward. But now, he acted at ease in every conversation.

Of course, Cassian had always been an excellent liar, something that would have been honed if he was running around with the rebellion.

All you knew was that if you had to see him shirtless one more time, you might actually lose it.

“It’s healing well and your mobility has improved a lot,” You say one evening, after a twelve hour shift at the clinic, “In a couple of days, you should be good to go. Well, ‘good to go’ as in mostly recovered, not walk out right into a group of stormtroopers.”

Cassian moves his arm a little, leaving you thankful that his shirt is on for this checkup. He then tugs down his shirt to cover the injury. “How is it out there?”

“Loosening up, going back to the regular number of patrols. Give it a day or two and I think they’ll be shifting to scour outside the city for you. There are rumors you escaped,” You hesitate and then ask, “Where are you going to go?”

“It’s better for you not to know. You already know more than I am comfortable with in regards to your safety.” He stands up, moving towards the tiny kitchen.

You bite down hard on your bottom lip, swallowing all the other questions you want to ask. His logic makes sense but suddenly the idea of Cassian vanishing into the void makes you feel…well, you aren’t sure.

Cassian rummaging around in the kitchen draws you out of your thoughts, going to join him. “Can I ask why you’re going through my kitchen?”

“Was looking for, ah, here it is,” He pulls out a bottle of whiskey that you didn’t even remember buying, “Looking for some sort of alcohol. Although I didn’t think you’d own this.”

“You’re drinking?”

“Sure,” He replies, “Where are your glasses?”

Clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth, you push past him, getting a couple. He arches one eyebrow slightly at the sight of two.

“You never liked whiskey.” He shakes the bottle a little, looking perplexed.

“That was over five years ago. Things change.” Your tone is pointed.

His gaze lingers on your face for a few seconds before going, “I suppose they do.”

And Cassian pours the whiskey into both glasses.

Three hours later, you are very drunk.

One drink led to another, loosening the awkward feeling around Cassian into one of familiarity. The alcohol wiped clean the fact Cassian now worked with the rebellion, wiped out the fear of hiding him in your apartment, wiped out even the breakup five years ago.

At some point during the drinking, you’ve ended up on the floor with your back against the couch. Cassian is next to you, one hand around his whiskey glass although he is slumped forward a little from laughing too hard. Your body is warm all over, a combination of the booze and being next to him.

“Why are you laughing?” You demand even though you’re laughing as well.

“Because the look on your face when I lied to the shopkeeper – I still see it so clearly,” Cassian manages to say in between laughing at the memory of some random drunken incident from a long time ago.

“You’re supposed to let me in on the lies not allow me to walk right into them,” You scold before taking another sip of the whiskey which burns on the way down.

Cassian rubs his eyes to wipe the tears that formed from laughing for too long and looks at you. “You’re right, you’re right,” He pauses for a moment and adds, “I guess I broke that rule again, didn’t I?”

“Yes!” You sit up straighter, ready to lecture him, “You should’ve told me!”

“I didn’t exactly have a lot of time to,” He points out although the edges of his words are slurred from too much drinking, “The whole…injury and fever.”

You nudge him with your shoulder, “The next morning then. Before I went to the clinic.”

“I was afraid about the checkpoints,” The earlier laughter from his voice is gone, and he looks serious now, “It was safer for you not to know much.”

Logically, you know Cassian is right. But you’re too drunk for logic. “I figured I was shut out of things. Of knowing things about your life. Because of what happened between us.”

Had you moved closer to Cassian or had he moved closer to you? Things were difficult to keep straight while clouded with this much booze. Either way, the two of you are close now, as close as possible without touching. You can see the stubble grazing his jawline, the tension in his shoulders that he still carries even now, the way his hair curls slightly against the back of his neck. All familiar, all off limits.

“No,” Cassian’s voice has dropped to a whisper, “You’re not shut out of things. I just didn’t want you in danger.”

“But you’re in danger,” Your words are mushy in your mouth, difficult to get out, “You’re the one going against the Empire.”

“I chose that. I didn’t want to bring you into something without you deciding if it was wanted.”

“We don’t get a choice with the Empire,” You mumble, “Either we go along with the tide to make it easier on ourselves or we try to swim against it. But the Empire in our lives isn’t a choice. It just is.”

You have no idea if what you said makes any sense. But Cassian’s gaze grows troubled. He moves slightly and his hand that was on the floor suddenly touches yours. His skin is warm to the touch and before you can stop yourself, you curl your fingers around his hand.

“You should come with me,” He says so quietly that you have to lean even closer to make out the words, “We need medics. We need people like you.”

“I’m not cut out for that sort of thing, Cass.”

“Yes, you are,” He says firmly.

“Besides, what would that mean? Being around you all the time?” The words flow too easily, loosened by the whiskey, “Seeing you all the time?”

His thumb is grazing the top of your hand now. The small touch is making your head light. You don’t think you’ve ever wanted Cassian more than you have at this moment. But you have no right to him. He is not a part of your life any longer.

“Would that be so bad?” He teases, his voice dropping an octave.

The tone is reminiscent, too reminiscent of what Cassian would sound like before he kissed you. Your body is screaming for him. All thoughts of rebellion and the Empire are washed away with the pure desire that is overwhelming your senses.

Your foreheads are practically touching, lips so close that it would be simple to kiss him. Fucking Cassian had always been the best sex of your life. He knew exactly what you liked, knew exactly how to get you off and fuck, he had a mouth on him that would –

Cassian suddenly pulls away, giving a small shake of his head as if breaking the surface of the water. Shocked, you remain frozen in place, wondering what just happened.

“We’ve both been drinking,” He says in a shaky voice, “We both aren’t thinking clearly.”

You feel wounded at the rejection, your feelings hurt even if a tiny sober part of you is trying to yell that Cassian is correct in neither one of you thinking clearly.

But you refuse to let him know the impact almost kissing him had on you nor the sting of rejection. Pulling your hand away from his, you try to breezily say, “True. I don’t think I’m cut out for the rebellion but I appreciate the sales pitch.”

On wobbly legs, you manage to stand, looking down at Cassian. There is an expression behind his beautiful eyes that you cannot make out but your brain is too hazy to do so anyway.

“I should get some sleep. Goodnight, Cass.”

Cassian, for once, doesn’t have any witty retort or casual goodnight. You leave in silence, wanting nothing more than to have him again but knowing he doesn’t want the same.

In the harsh morning light, you want to hide under the blankets forever given your memory of the night before. The drunken camaraderie had been one thing, even Cassian discussing the rebellion with you was understandable but the almost kiss…

You’re standing under the hot water of the shower, letting it run over your skin in an attempt to batter your headache away. You weren’t scheduled for a shift at the clinic today and Cassian could not yet leave. You don’t know how to spend an entire day around him. You could come up with an excuse to head out for the day but the idea of dodging stormtroopers and dealing with that anxiety doesn’t seem ideal either.

By the time you’re out of the shower, mostly dry and changed in clean clothes, you’re dying for some caf. Taking a deep breath, you step out of your room. Cassian is in the kitchen, his hair mussy from sleep, looking over in your direction sleepily.

“Did you just wake up?” You ask.

He nods, stifling a yawn. “I think I feel well enough to use your shower, if that’s okay.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“I was making some caf,” He presses the button to turn the machine on, “I haven’t drank that much in ages.”

“Me either and now I remember why I stopped,” You rub your forehead, wishing to be rid of the headache.

Cassian seems to hesitant for a moment before changing his mind on whatever he planned on saying, instead going, “I’ll take that shower now.”

He walks by you quickly, almost as if he is scurrying. Could it be he’s embarrassed about last night? Surely not. More than likely, he is embarrassed for you and the fact you almost kissed your ex. Grabbing a mug, you get the caf, standing by the counter and losing yourself in thoughts of Cassian, the past and how he could still elicit such a reaction out of you.

You aren’t sure how long your mind wanders because the next second, Cassian calls out from your bedroom, “Do you have any clothes I could borrow that might fit me?”

“Maybe in the bottom right drawer? I don’t know,” You reply.

There is some rummaging around in your room and then a few minutes later he comes out. The sight of him makes you laugh and he looks perturbed.

“Don’t,” He warns.

“The pajama bottoms are okay but that shirt is way too small for you.”

Cassian looks down at himself. The shirt is probably two sizes too small, sticking to him like a second skin, showing off his toned chest in a manner that would be districting if he didn’t look so ridiculous. He scowls, crossing the room to get some caf.

“I didn’t pack any overnight clothes for the breakout, silly me,” He mumbles.

“We can clean your little rebellion uniform today so you’re not wearing that all day.”

Cassian’s hair is still wet from the shower, his back to you as he drinks his caf. He makes a noise of irritation and rolls his shoulders uncomfortably which only shows off his muscles.

“Forget it,” He finally says to himself and then begins to try to remove the too tight shirt off him.

He manages to get it successfully almost over his shoulders before it is too tight to fully yank off. Even though Cassian being stuck in the shirt is funny, you grow concerned about him opening his wound and go over to help. Reaching up, you successfully pull the shirt off.

“I’ll just wait until my clothes are cleaned,” He says with an annoyed shake of his head.

You are holding the shirt in your hands, trying not to stare at him casually drinking caf in your kitchen while shirtless. You couldn’t handle Cassian drunk, you couldn’t handle him sober – and you had been the one to end the relationship, for fucks sake.

Maybe you are giving off an awkward energy or something because he glances over at you, back at his mug and then back at you. He then puts the mug down with a heavy thunk, moving in your direction.

“What?” He asks.

“Nothing.”

“You keep looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

Cassian is close to you now but this time you’re both sober. You are clenching the shirt in your hands so tightly that you worry about tearing the fabric. Cassian’s chest, covered in large and small scars, tell a story that you have no knowledge of, indisputable proof of the passage of time you play no part in – but the worst part is that you find yourself wanting to know all the stories.

Cassian places one hand on either side of you, gripping the counter. The warmth of his body and seeing him shirtless seems to spark an awakening once more in your body. Your thighs clench and the shirt in your hands becomes some sort of shield between the two of you.

“Like you detest me being here but also can’t stop thinking about me,” He says gruffly, his eyes dropping to look at your lips, his eyelashes wet smears against his skin.

“That’s not true,” You lie weakly.

“Is that why you wanted to kiss me last night?” He says ruthlessly.

You want to melt into the floor and are momentarily struck silent. You don’t know how to respond because your desire for him is blocking out all rational thought. You desperately want to touch Cassian, just to feel his skin underneath your hands, to have his lips on yours once again.

He keeps going, “But you’re the one that ended things, remember?”

“I remember,” You try to make your voice like stone but it sounds frail to your ears, “Don’t act like I don’t remember. You make it sound as if the choice were easy for me, as if it didn’t eat me up inside.”

Cassian leans forward, still not touching you. You think that he is going to discuss the breakup further, talk about how painful it was and how it felt to end things after all the ups and downs.

Instead, as his lips hover just above your ear, he whispers, “Tell me, has anyone fucked you as good as I did since we broke up?”

Your eyes close tightly, your pussy growing wet. His impact on you is dizzying. You hadn’t realized just what he could do to you until after things ended and you slept with others. None had been like Cassian.

“Have any of them figured out what makes you tick? Did any of them realize what really gets you off is a dirty mouth?” His lilting accent mixed with his own desire is enough to make you crumble and beg for him.

“Cass, I…” You swallow hard, trying your best to form a sentence.

“I could hear you tossing and turning last night,” His voice is still a whisper, “Were you remembering all the times I fucked you? All the times I used my mouth to make you cum?”

You’re so turned on that it is impossible to think clearly. Cassian has always used his clever mind to come up with the most filthy dirty talk anyone has ever spoken to you, something that no one has even been able to live up against. You just had assumed that you never would hear him talk like this again.

You manage to wrangle enough brainpower to go, “You wanted to kiss me last night too, didn’t you? That’s why you’re trying to fuck me right now.”

Cassian moves away from your ear. For a second, you wonder if you’ve pushed things too far – hilarious, given the way he is talking to you – but the expression on his face shows otherwise. He is looking at you with pure lust, those gorgeous brown eyes of his so familiar in the way they study your face. His hair is drying slowly, forming those small curls that you’ve grabbed ahold of when he would go down on you.

Yes, the universe knows that you broke up with Cassian. But would it be so wrong to throw that out the window for the day and fuck him?

“You broke up with me, remember?” He repeats carefully, studying your face, “I never stopped wanting you.”

With that declaration, you throw caution out the window, bringing your arms around his neck to pull him in to kiss you. Your lips crush against his as your fingers go to his wet hair, giving it a sharp tug. Cassian groans in your mouth, a sound so familiar that it threatens to devour your head entirely with passion. Your skin is tingling, each nerve in your body awake from a long sleep without him.

You love the taste of him in your mouth and the way his hands press on your lower back so that you are pushed against him. You can feel his desperation, echoing past times of kissing like this. But there is something a little different in Cassian’s kisses now – an edge that speaks to the sort of life he lives now. Danger at every corner, unsure of what the next morning would bring, and how to deal with whatever happens – it shows through his kisses that now have an urgency and wild undercurrent to them.

The two of you are stumbling towards the bedroom, the caf forgotten. Cassian pulls off your shirt and it lands somewhere in the living room. He is stiff against your thigh as he kisses you again, nipping at your bottom lip with his teeth. The back of your legs strike your bed frame and you lose your footing, landing on the bed.

Cassian doesn’t waste any time, undressing you until you’re just in a flimsy pair of underwear. His lips drag against every inch of your skin, his hands electric against your body. He bites down on one your nipples just to make you gasp.

“You remember the one night you wore that tiny dress at the cantina and teased me for hours?” He says as he fondles your tits, his thumbs grazing your nipples.

You did. You thought Cassian was going to bring you home and fuck the hell out of you which is not…exactly what happened.

He keeps going, “And by the end of the night, you were the one begging for me to fuck you.”

Cassian is pulling your underwear off now, tossing them over his shoulder and gently spreading your legs apart. You remember quite clearly how the night went and what he did –

“What did I tell you when we got home that night?” He prompts and when you open your mouth to reply, he talks along with you, “I said I could make you cum with two licks of my tongue against your clit. And I did, didn’t I?”

The memory makes your cheeks hot. At the time, you thought it was typical Cassian bravado. But your orgasm had been so intense that you didn’t doubt he could do such a thing again now.

His hands are rubbing your thighs, very slowly as if there is all the time in the world now to talk to you. “I’ve improved since then so…I think I can make you cum with one lick.”

You scoff, unable to help your bewilderment. “That’s ridiculous even for you.”

Cassian’s grin is so fast that you may have imagined it if you didn’t know him like you do. He straightens up, keeping his hands on your knees so that you’re spread in front of him. His hair is a little messy from the way you grabbed it during all the kissing, his broad shoulders and well toned chest enough to make you want to beg for him just to skip to fucking you.

But you know that he would never do such a thing because he derives too much pleasure in watching you squirm underneath him, too much pleasure in running his mouth off.

“Is that so?” He asks, “Because unless you’ve changed a lot in the past few years, I know that all you need is me talking to get you to cum.”

You don’t reply because what is there to refute? Cassian had always been able to get you off the hardest when he talked dirty, seemingly knowing every word that pressed your buttons the most and made you cum the strongest. No one else figured that out – fuck, you weren’t even aware of it yourself until dating him.

And you’d be lying if you didn’t admit how much it was missed.

“Your pussy is still as pretty as I remember it,” He says almost affectionally, “I wonder if it will still feel as good wrapped around my cock. I used to love when you’d sit in my lap with my cock buried in your hole, remember that?” You breath catches at the memory: the way you would rock your hips against him as his fingers would trail down across your back until neither one could wait any longer and you’d start bouncing in his lap.

Cassian is thinking of that too judging by the way he runs one finger down along your inner thigh, watching the way you shiver. “You know what makes your pussy look even prettier?” He doesn’t wait for your answer. “When it’s filled with my load, leaking my cum. And it always did, didn’t it? Because I made sure to fill up your pretty pussy every time you begged for it.”

It’s striking you just how much you missed Cassian talking in this manner. You realize belatedly that you’d been looking for a lover to talk dirty like this in the years since the breakup but it isn’t just the words that mattered – you wanted Cassian.

You weren’t aware that you’ve been squirming until he goes, “This is difficult for me too, sweetheart,” The pet name he always used for you in bed rolls off his tongue so smoothly that you don’t think he even notices, “Do you think it’s easy for me seeing your pussy this wet for me and I can’t bury my face in it? It punishes me as much as you.”

He isn’t lying. Cassian is partial to eating pussy, another benefit to having dated him, and yet another thing missing from lovers that came afterwards. In fact, being with him again like this is starting to blur out all the very valid reasons the relationship didn’t work out, leaving you wondering why in the universe you thought breaking up with Cassian had been a good idea.

“And you know there’s nothing more I love than worshiping your pretty pink hole,” Cassian goes on, his fingers moving in slow, soft circles against your thighs. “Don’t worry, I remember all the buttons to press with you. I know the way you like to be spoken to and the way you like to be fucked best – soft and slow, right? With me on top, pressing against you as I pump my cock in your tight cunt while I whisper in your ear.”

You can hardly stand the way his tongue isn’t against your clit right now. Every inch of your body is screaming for more alongside all the memories of fucking him. Cassian’s index finger moves tantalizingly close to your clit but he stops just above. His gaze flicks upwards to look at you squirming with one hand clutching the quilt to steady yourself.

“Did you miss me?” He suddenly asks, his fingers resuming their soft trail against your skin, away from your pussy, “Did you think of me, even for a moment, when you fucked someone else?”

It’s unfair of him to ask such questions when your mind is in a fog and you can’t come up with something clever to say.

“I know I probably shouldn’t admit this,” His voice hangs in the air, dangling a confession in front of you, “But I’ve thought of you. I’ve never known anyone’s body like I’ve known yours and I don’t think I will again.”

Cassian’s grip on your thighs tighten, keeping your legs spread. His eyes look like dark clouds on the horizon, a mingle of lust and memories. Your own brain is swirling, wanting more of him, remembering how it used to feel with his cock fully inside you as he rocked his hips.

“I don’t think I’ll ever meet someone else who has a pussy made for me,” He is lowering his face towards your cunt now, his voice even as though he is completely confident in making you cum, “Someone who is my perfect little slut.”

The use of slut sends a shiver through your body immediately. Cassian has always used the word sparingly because it always drives the biggest reaction out of you, your body responding to the usage of the word in dirty talk before your mind can even wrap around it. He wouldn’t devalue the power it has to turn you on by overusing it and since it had been years, the impact of the word makes you gasp –

And Cassian immediately lowers his head, his tongue flat against your swollen clit, giving one hard flick against it. The dirty talk, the use of slut and his tongue has you climaxing immediately in one loud moan. Your back arches, your pussy against Cassian’s face as you cum. Your thighs shake, your eyes closing tightly as his name tumbles from your lips.

It would be impossible for anyone but Cassian to work you up with his words so much that he could make you finish like this. The orgasm is the strongest you’ve had in ages, perhaps since the last time you were with him. It blots out everything but Cassian and when your hips fall back onto the bed, he is looking particularly pleased with himself.

You prop yourself up a little to look at him. Your entire body is tingling as the orgasm fades. Cassian, with his broad shoulders, tanned skin and toned chest, looks better than you can ever recall. Instead of sating your desire, the orgasm only has made you want him more.

He smiles slowly, crawling forward, bringing his body against yours as he speaks, “Well, look at that. I guess I can make you finish with just one lick.”

He kisses you before a reply can be uttered. You can taste yourself on his lips. His stiff cock strains against the pajama bottoms he is still wearing. You are fumbling with the top of them, trying to pull them off. He laughs against your mouth but kicks them and his boxers off swiftly.

Languidly, Cassian brings his body back against yours. Skin to skin like this with him makes your head swim. Your heart is racing, fingertips skirting along his back, feeling the difference in his skin from the years that passed. Your fingers touch bumps and indents in the skin that weren’t there previously, a landscape of time marked on his skin.

When his lips find yours yet again, his tongue in your mouth, his stubble grazes against your skin. You’ve detested the sensation on everyone but Cassian – he was always the exception to everything. Instinctively, you curl your legs around his waist. His cock is at your entrance now. You know how he is going to fuck you – in the slow, soft quiet way he would fuck you after an argument where his voice would once again lull you to an orgasm.

Cassian enters you slowly, allowing you to feel each inch of his girth fill up your hole. You squeeze around his length automatically and his breath catches. When he is finally fully inside, the kiss breaks as he brings his arms underneath your back. His hands grip the sheets near your head. There is not a spot between the two of you that isn’t touching.

Cassian leaves a trail of kisses along your jawline, stopping to tug gently on your earlobe with his teeth. He has not moved yet, remaining still inside you. You luxuriate in the sensation of having Cassian again. Your hands are resting on his broad shoulders, eyes closed with pleasure.

Cassian moves his hips so slightly that if you hadn’t done this with him a thousand times before you wouldn’t have noticed. But the touch is like fire rolling through you – the most wonderful fire possible. You know that you’re whimpering but Cassian has always loved your small noises of pleading.

In a soft, deep voice, Cassian begins to speak honeyed words in your ear, “You remember that week we ran off to Canto Bight? We didn’t tell anyone where we were going, just left.”

You do remember. It was a year or so into the relationship. Hazy with love for one another, there had been no planning involved. Life kept getting in the way and you only wanted Cassian. The week was a blur of gambling, drinking and sex. The memory was something that belonged to a holo, not your own life.

Cassian is still very slowly moving his hips. He isn’t fully thrusting, just making small movements, enough to begin to work you up. His own breathing is shaky as he tries to control himself from pounding into you.

“I remember fucking you in front of the window of the hotel room. Twenty floors up and you didn’t care who saw you,” He goes on in a taunt voice, knowing full well that you love nothing more than being fucked like this, listening to him whisper in your ear, “You had just the necklace I bought you on, draped across your tits.”

“I remember,” You gasp out, eyes fluttering closed at the memory.

“When I came, it was all over your stomach so if anyone was watching they could see you covered in my cum.” Cassian moves a little faster now, fully pulling out of your cunt before lowering his hips to go all the way back in. The slow and deliberate pace is making you squirm against him but he doesn’t alter it.

“And every morning before we left the room, I’d bend you over and fuck you in the shower,” He continues relentlessly, “I’d watch your tight hole swallow up my cock until I’d empty my balls in you. That was my favourite trip, you know.”

You whimper, thighs clenching at the memory. It doesn’t matter how much you wiggle against him, Cassian refuses to change his speed. He knows how to make you cum better than you do.

“Do you remember when I’d cum inside you and then you’d dip your fingers in your cunt to make sure it didn’t leak out? Your pussy always looked the best like that, covered in my load which you smeared across your fingers,” His voice catches at the very end as he goes hip to hip with you, his cock buried in your pussy.

Your hands find his hair, tugging on it anxiously. You attempt to lift your hips upwards to try to meet his movements, a silent plea for more but Cassian brings his own hips downward. You groan at the sensation, your breathing ragged.

“You look the prettiest when you’re fucked out from me,” He continues as if you aren’t begging. But this is how it always goes with Cassian. The fact he refuses to give you what is so desired makes the entire interaction hotter. “When you’re too fucked out to move afterwards, when all you can do is hold onto me and fall asleep,” He moves a little faster now, “Or maybe you look the prettiest when my cock is in your mouth and you’re looking up at me with your beautiful eyes. I love your lips stretched out around my cock, you drooling all over it as you suck me off.”

“Cass,” The name comes out like a broken plea, your fingernails gliding down his back, sure to leave some light scratches, “Cass,” You whine again.

He ignores your begging. His cock moves in and out of your cunt easily because you’re dripping wet for him. You can feel how slick your pussy is when Cassian pulls out all the way and slips back inside, his cock covered in your wetness.

“I’ve missed hearing you plead for me,” He admits, his breathing uneven, “Let me hear you say my name again.”

“Cass – just fuck me, I need – I gotta cum.”

He smirks against your skin, replying, “You just came, sweetheart, you can’t wait a little bit longer?”

You know all too well Cassian can hold off on his own orgasm just to make you wait longer for your own. But the earlier climax has only made you desperately need another, one where he is fucking you and cumming inside your pussy.

“Cass, I can’t wait,” You know that you’re not furthering your cause but your need for him to fuck you into the mattress is too strong, “Just fuck me hard, please.”

Maybe it is that so much time has passed since the last time you slept with him. Perhaps Cassian is just lost in the memories of your time together and he is feeling a little soft. Regardless of the reason, he begins to adjust his position, sending relief through you. Propping himself up above you, with a hand gripping the bedsheets next to each side of your head, he studies you beneath him.

Normally, Cassian never caves. He would keep at his slow pace until you finish. But whether it’s the years or desire, for the first time he submits.

With a jerk of his hips, he drives his cock in your cunt and then doesn’t stop. The entire time his eyes don’t leave your face, studying your ever changing expressions to figure out what speed makes you feel the best. His own breathing is growing ragged from having held back his own orgasm for so long. As he fucks you hard and fast, the bed frame rattling from the sheer force of it, your head rolls back as a long moan of his name escapes from in between your lips.

You are cumming again, raising your hips to meet his thrusts as your pussy tightens around his girth. Cassian gasps and shivers but is still holding back, making sure that you ride out your climax. As you finish, he lowers himself down, curling around your body as he pumps his hips steadily.

“I’m going –” His voice catches, “Fuck, take my load, sweetheart.”

Cassian grunts, spilling out in your pussy. He always came a lot and this time is no exception. You can feel his hot load filling you up as he buries his face in your neck, breathing shakily. You love how it feels to have him finishing in your cunt again and your hands go to his ass, gripping it hard to make sure he stays inside you until he finishes completely.

Afterwards, Cassian pulls out and rolls onto his back next to you, panting. He runs his hand through his hair, eyes closed tightly. You know that you’re leaking his cum and from the two intense orgasms you’ve had, all you can do is lay there and try to collect yourself.

The day just started and it felt as if you could sleep it away.

But the question of what happens now still lingers at your brain.

“And that one?”

Cassian glances down at the top of his shoulder, squinting. “Blaster bolt grazed me… I think.”

“You think?”

“Some of it just…blurs together,” He gives a casual shrug.

The answer as to what happens now ended up being spending the entire day in bed, lazily switching between talking about the past few years and fucking. As evening descends, you are in Cassian’s lap in the living room after having successfully left the bedroom to eat dinner.

Half dressed in his lap, while Cassian is once again shirtless, you are running your fingers across the various scars and marks on his chest. His own hands have wiggled under your long shirt, touching the bare skin of your lower back.

Playfully, you point to the bandage on his side. “That one?”

“Oh, that one? Prison breakout. Going to leave a nasty scar, that one. I don’t think the medic knew exactly how to deal with it.”

“Hey!” You protest although you are giggling.

Cassian smiles, his gaze softening at your expression. He brings one hand upwards to cup your cheek and your laughter dies in your throat as the questions you’ve been avoiding since first fucking him in the morning come bubbling to the surface.

“What now?” You cannot help but ask, “You just leave once it’s safe?”

“Come with me,” He says, “I meant what I said earlier. The rebellion needs medics.”

“I’m not cut out for the rebellion, Cass.”

“If I am, then you certainly are,” He pauses for a second and adds on, “It isn’t just the rebellion who needs medics. I want you back.”

You blink in surprise at his forthcoming nature, unsure how to respond.

He goes on in a clear tone, “I know why we broke up. I get why you ended things. But I’m not like that now. I have something I’m focused on, something that is important to me, something my energy goes into. It isn’t like before…I’m not like I was before. Give me a chance to show you that. Come with me when I leave here.”

Your heart is beating quickly at his serious stare. “You’re asking a lot,” You finally manage to say.

“I know. But I wouldn’t ask if it weren’t important to me.”

You know it is a risk and you have no idea how it will play out. But Cassian is correct in that he isn’t the same person he was when you first ended the relationship and this time around him showed you that deep down in your heart you still longed for him.

On top of that, you also knew that the Imperial overreach would only grow worse. Maybe you wouldn’t be on the front lines or running around as a spy but surely your skills could still come in handy.

“Besides, maybe if you had been around all these years, I wouldn’t be so scarred,” He jokes softly.

“Not so sure about that one seeing as you’re going to have a fresh new scar on your side,” You point out.

“That’s just a reminder I’d be dead if you hadn’t answered the door.”

You feel safe and comfortable in his lap like this, your fingers idly touching his chest. He is warm and inviting in a way that he only ever showed to you. But there is a hardness underneath that Cassian always had, now honed like a weapon to be aimed at the Empire.

Cassian is impossible to resist and impossible to forget. You already know what you’re going to say – why dance around it?

“Alright.”

He raises one eyebrow. “Can you be a little more specific? Alright to…the rebellion? To me?”

“To both.”

His shoulders sag slightly with relief and happiness flickers behind those gorgeous brown eyes of his that you’ve been enamored with since the first time he looked at you all those years ago. He leans forward, kissing you softly.

You wrap your arms around Cassian, resting your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes. He is comforting, warm like your favourite blanket and familiar as ever even with all the changes. When his arms circle around your waist, your heart flutters.

This is where you’re meant to be, you think, softening against him.

The universe has an interesting way of having you circle back to the one you’ve always loved.

the end.

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