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[andorerso]

If you're still taking prompts for rebelcaptain, how about “Are you trying to seduce me?” - “Depends. Are you seducible?”

Here you go, anon, more modern AUs! Hope you enjoy :)

It starts with a stupid coffee stain. Bodhi trips on a piece of fabric on the floor (that Jyn might have left lying around and Cassian might have asked her to put away), spilling the hot contents of his mug right onto Cassian’s chest. Jyn watches in sympathy as Cassian yelps in pain, hurrying to get rid of his drenched shirt. Bodhi, amidst a slew of apologies, brings him napkins to wipe his chest, and as the laughter dies down from Han and Kes, Jyn notices that Cassian is… surprisingly fit.

It’s not something you would have noticed with his shirt on, being as lean as he is. But he has some abs and looking at them, she idly remembers that he does go to the gym every week. Clearly, it’s worked to his benefit. She knows she should stop ogling – this is her roommate for Christ’s sake – but as her eyes slip lower to the trail of hair disappearing into his pants, her mouth goes dry. Oh shit. Since when is Cassian so hot?

Don’t think about it, don’t think about him naked, don’t think about him sweaty and naked, do not –

“Alright, Andor,” Shara says, snapping Jyn back to reality, “put a shirt back on, nobody wants to see all that.”

“Apparently, Erso does,” Han says, looking her way with a smirk.

Jyn chokes on her own coffee, giving Han the nastiest stink eye that she’s capable of.

“What? No, I don’t,” she protests, but her voice sounds a bit high even to her own ears. Terrific. Now everyone’s going to think she has the hots for Cassian.

And she doesn’t.

But she can’t look into his eyes for the rest of the night.

It keeps happening after that. Cassian stepping out of the bathroom with only a towel around his waist, Jyn blinking after him in bewilderment. Cassian making coffee in the morning, in his pajama pants and shirtless, Jyn trying to act normal as she accepts a mug from him.

Then, on a sizzling July afternoon, Cassian sitting on a couch shirtless, going through his papers when Jyn gets home.

It’s the last straw. She’s had enough confusing dreams as it is, filled with various levels of a naked Cassian, and if he’s pulling a prank on her after finding her ogling amusing, then two can play that game.

“It’s hot,” Cassian answers her unspoken question as she stares at him expectantly.

Jyn nods.

“Yeah, it is,” she agrees, then promptly pulls off her shirt and plops down on the armchair. She does not look at Cassian, choosing to stare at the wall instead like she’s deep in thought, but she can see him looking at her from her peripheral vision. Her plain white bra is nothing special, but she feels confident enough in her body that she’s not self-conscious about him looking at her.

Well, not too much. She just strangely, stupidly wants him to find her attractive too.

Cassian clears his throat.

“We should get an AC,” he says at last after he’s gathered his composure. She chances a glance at him, noting the slight flush of his cheeks that makes her feel smug as a Cheshire cat. It’s obvious he didn’t expect her to strike back, but enough is enough. If he wants to be a tease, he’ll have to put up with her first.

Determined to get a bigger reaction out of him, she stands up and heads to the kitchen to wet a dishtowel. When she reclaims her seat on the armchair, she puts the towel around her neck, squeezing it to let the cold water cascade down her chest. She has to admit, it does feel nice in this heat. It’s also nice to see Cassian’s eyes go wide as saucers.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s hot,” she says, throwing his own excuse back at him. Then she holds out the towel towards him. “Do you want it?”

“I’m good, thanks.”

“It’s really nice,” she insists.

Standing up, she crosses the room to him, ignoring his surprised yelp when she puts the towel on his chest.

“See? It’s refreshing.”

Jyn leans down to dab the towel across his chest, ignoring her own racing heart. This is a double-edged sword, it seems. But it’s working on him too, eyes dark and sitting ramrod still. When he tilts his head up, their faces are so close that she can feel his breath on her cheek.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” he asks, voice hoarse as she’s practically straddling his lap.

“Have you been trying to seduce me?” Jyn counters. She has a good idea about the answer now, but she can’t make a move until he confirms it.

“Depends.” He quirks an eyebrow. “Are you seducible?”

A grin forms on Jyn’s face, and instead of answering him with words, she kisses him. She’s pretty seducible indeed.