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And the death star hit shook the ground underneath them, and the mushroom cloud lit up the far distant horizon. For now it was just a speck, but moving fast. Jyn and Cassian both were thrown to the ground from impact. She turned to him.
“Bodhi?”
“Went down with the ship; grenade.”
She swallowed, heart beating fast.
“K2?”
Cassian shook his head.
“Alright. Baze, Chirrut, the x-wings…?”
“Look.” Cassian pointed out the skies, where even against the perfect sunshine day they could plainly see everyone who could jump to hyperspace, was.
“Fuck…”
“Yeah.” Cassian waited a beat, then pulled Jyn into his arms. Jyn burrowed her face into his neck. With every inhale she could smell his unwashed skin, the stench of accelerant, blaster chemicals, and other people's blood. At least, she hoped it was all from other people.
“You're not hurt, are you?” She asked softly, breath warm against his beard. She made no effort to move or adjust. She and Cassian had had a difficult working relationship this far, and that was putting it mildly. She still wasn't sure that she didn't hate his guts, and she knew he'd probably say the same in other circumstances. If they were on a ship. If the rest of Rogue One wasn't dead on Scarif. If they weren't about to die on Scarif.
“Nah, I'm fine,” Cassian answered, and Jyn knew that's what he'd say whether he was actually fine, or whether he was bleeding out. And why did she even care? The mushroom cloud had already doubled in size from a malignant speck on the horizon to something the size of her thumb.
They were going to die here, abandoned and hopeless, but knowing others would be picking up the fight. And that was a weird feeling.
Jyn felt Cassian shift, parting his thighs so he could hold her against his chest. He kissed the top of her head. She didn't react. He did it a second time: still nothing. She heard him sigh, and gently turn her head toward him, forcing her to stop staring directly at their doom. She lost herself in the depths of his brown eyes instead, until his voice called her back to the beach.
“If you had two hours left to live, what would you do with them?” Cassian held her gaze level. It was such a stupid, cliche question, but it snapped her out of whatever disassociative funk she'd been in. She made a face.
“What kind of question is- mmphhfuck,” Jyn moaned as Cassian went in for a kiss. Not a gentle one, not a shy peck, but the kind of sloppy, needy, drunken kiss of bars at 3AM, lovers making up, or two people who knew they'd never be able to kiss each other again. Cassian’s lips were dry and cracked, and it didn't stop Jyn from sucking his lower lip into her mouth and raking her teeth slowly across it anyway. She slid her hands under the hem of his shirt, up his back, then scratched her nails down his aching spine until he was the one moaning into her mouth, until his hard cock was poking her thigh. She pulled away momentarily, feeling how swollen her lips were from making out with Cassian.
And if she wasn't about to die, she would have pointed out her IUD had expired a fewonths back and she's been too busy to have it switched out, that she knew Cassian was a playboy and she wanted to see his current STI panels - as well as showing her own, of course-, she would have mentioned that they didn't have protection or, hell, even lube, that they were on a beach where literally anyone could walk up and see them and they should move this at least somewhere semi-private. She would have asked him what kinks he had, and told him what hers were, and taken all the time in the world teasing him and building tension until neither of them could stand it. She would have stretched out first, opening her hips to make sure they could get into all of the best positions. And she would have taken a damn shower. She would have cared about getting sunburn between her ass cheeks.
But Jyn had less than two hours to live, so she locked eyes with Cassian and said, “We're really doing this? This is how we're going down?”
And Cassian scoffed the way he always scoffed.
“Oh, I'm definitely going down on you later, but not yet,” he promised before unbuckling his pants, yanking them down his legs and not even bothering to take off his boots, which admittedly was probably for the best. They both already smelled like pure ass as it was. Not one to be caught off guard, Jyn started undressing too. Scarif’s sun felt delicious against her naked skin.
“What, going to drink your own sperm right out of my pussy?” She purred, spitting into her hand for makeshift lube as she reached for Cassian's ramrod dick. He moaned and arched his back while digging into the sand with his heels, pressing his hips up and fucking her hand until she was gripping his base, applying dull pressure to his nuts. Gods, this was fun already. She smirked as Cassian opened his eyes, trying to keep his thoughts together as she rubbed her thumb around his more sensitive tip and used her other hand to massage his balls.
“Only if I'm lucky,” Cassian gasped, yanking Jyn down on top of him. He trailed wet kisses down her neck and collarbones. His breath burned against her skin as he added, “And I hope to be very lucky, soon.”
If she wasn't about to die, Jyn at that point would have insisted Cassian clean out the grime from under his fingernails and clip them short before he started putting his fingers around her clit and into her vagina. She would have put blankets down so they wouldn't wind up with sand in places sand should never, ever be, and she would have brushed her teeth first so her mouth wouldn't taste like mossy MREs as she captured Cassian's lips again, plunging her tongue into the very depths of his mouth.
But she was.
So instead she smirked and wriggled just out of his reach as she taunted, “That's right: ladies first,” and took his full length into her mouth. Her tongue was overwhelm with the acid taste of stale piss, smegma, and precum and she didn't have it in her to care. Cassian moaned, his cock twitching hard and raking against the back of her throat. She didn't dare look up at him as she started to hum one of the songs of the rebellion, knowing the vibration would drive him crazy. It did. He didn't have to take his boots off for her to know she was making his toes curl.
“That's not fair at all,” he gasped, grabbing her roughly by the ass and twisting her around so her bush was against his chin. Her clit throbbed. She could feel his hot breath against her swollen, dripping labia. Cassian raked one finger down from her mound, across her clit, down to her hole, then pushed it into her mouth.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he groaned. “I couldn't imagine a better last meal than you.”
Jyn just groaned, releasing his fat cock and ignoring that it bounced back against her chin, leaving a gooey trail of spit and precum on her face. No one would ever see her like this but Cassian.
“Then stop teasing me and eat,” she huffed, parting her legs wide to give him better access to all her nether regions. Cassian didn't need to be invited twice, plunging his face between her folds to nip at her clit, finger fuck her vagina, and otherwise send shivers down her spine. Both of them were breathing frantically until the sensations became too much for Jyn.
She shifted off of him, turning again until she was laying on him once more, belly to belly, her mound over her pelvis, her lips capturing his and giving her clit a temporary break.
She used one hand to continue stroking his velvety cock, occasionally stopping to spit on her hand again as the makeshift lube evaporated off. Cassian gavs her about 5 seconds before returning to pinching and stroking her clit in ways that sent waves of pleasure rolling up her spine and down to her toes. He used his other hand to grip one of her breasts, rolling the soft fat through his callused palm before tweaking her nipple so gently, so tenderly. Her squeals of pleasure echoed loudly and she would have been embarrassed if there'd been anyone left alive to hear them.
Jyn pulled away, hair already all over the place. Strands of spit still connected their mouths. This was the grossest sex she’d ever had and she couldn't find a single atom within her brain that cared. If she was going to die on this stupid planet with this stupid handsome annoying man, she was at least going to enjoy it.
“I need you, Cassian,” she said, feeling her wetness dripping from her pussy and into his unkempt pubes. They both, unsurprisingly, had full bushes.
“I was only waiting on you.” Cassian's hands were surprisingly gentle as he lifted Jyn slightly, angled himself carefully, and pulled her back down. His cock filled her up and she bore down, tightening herself around him in a way that made her partner lose his breath completely.
Her partner.
And in that moment, where her nipples were like river rocks and her back was arching with need and Cassian was still playing with her clit like it was a joystick even as he rolled them over so he could pound her right into the warm sand, even as she called out his name again and again and left needy scratches all over his body, marking him as hers, even in that moment she couldn't help wondering what they could have been if they'd survived. Would he have been her partner one day? Would the rebellion succeed, and would they retreat to a quiet life on some small moon somewhere to have babies and worry about PTA meetings and which grocery had better deals?
They certainly wouldn't be hooking up on a beach with the rabid energy of two adolescent rabbits, that was for sure. She turned her head. The mushroom cloud was big enough to hear the rumbling of, now. Just a mass of beige and destruction. Death.
“Come back to me, Jyn,” Cassian’s voice cut through the distant rumble. She gulped and nodded, turning her attention back to the moment. Back to what she could still control. She gripped Cassian's ass and pulled him deeper within her.
“Make me cum,” she ordered. He smirked.
“Oh, gladly.” Whatever Jyn expected, Cassian did it better. Her body was overwhelmed with sensations. Cassian was everywhere at once, pounding inside of her, tweaking her clit, scratching her skin, sucking her nipples, kissing her lips, massaging her sides, plunging deeper, deeper, claiming, marking, exploring, owning.
“Fuck, Cassian,” she yelled, arching her back as her body shuddered in pleasure.
“I'm right there with you, baby.” Cassian's voice was so hoarse with need she almost didn't recognize it. It struck her how much she didn't know him: about his past, about what he'd been through, how he'd ended up here. What he sounded like when he was ready to empty both his swollen nuts into her.
She tightened against him one final time, wriggling her hips and bearing down hard as their bodies shuddered. The coming storm was beginning to roar in their ears as they both let out loud moans of desire and that made sense, it made sense that their union was so strong, so pleasurable it took an entire city being wiped out just to honor it. Jyn dug her fists into the coarse sand, squeezing her eyes shut as her body shuddered with all of the yearning, the spent need, the sheer hormonal load shutting down the rest of her brain. She wasn't panicked: she just had this moment. If this was how she was going die, she didn't think it could get much better than this.
Except-
The storm was too rythmic, the breeze too clear of debris. Cassian abruptly pulled away from her, getting onto his feet. She heard his belt click shut. What the fuck? She opened her eyes, first to snap at him, and then to scramble for her own clothing.
It wasn't the storm.
It was a rescue ship, with rebellion strangers yelling at them to run for safety. Holy fucking shit, they were being saved.