A/N: For this fic I blame some very particular things... I blame too much of Dirty Dancing OST. Too much of Dirty Dancing itself. Too much of Havana Nights, Diego Luna's eyes (eyes, right... :P) and way too much of my vivid imagination. And, obviously, too much of Rogue One (is there even such thing? probably no, can't have too much of THAT :P). Anyway, enough said *blushes furiously and runs away*

Cassian can't fall asleep and he just hates such nights. They're exhausting, even if there are no nightmares involved. But he just can't stop his mind from spinning around certain things, keeping him awake and leaving him so very tired.

It's not like he isn't satisfied with the way this evening looked like, no way. He should be fast asleep with a smile on his face, as he is quite content after all - warm under blankets, curled around sleeping Jyn, with face buried in her wild hair, with images from previous joyful hours fresh under his eyelids. But there's something else too, and he doesn't really know how to handle the feeling. Stars, he doesn't even know how to call it. It's not really the feeling of jealousy, and it's not quite insecurity either, and he doesn't even know where the feeling comes from - and yet it makes him afraid of future. For the first time in his life he knows that there is a future, even for people like him, and he's now afraid of it more than of anything, ever. A miracle had happen to him, a miracle called Jyn Erso. But are miracles meant to last forever?

The evening started with something completely out of character for the Alliance base - a dance night. Some high ups had decided that the Rebels deserve a bit of fun, that a celebration finally may be in place and so a party evening it was. Drinks, music, chatting, shouting, various games, lots of laughter; no-one ever would thought the Rebellion could be this playful and carefree. But with many serious battle won behind them and just a promise of peace ahead, this was a much needed breath of fresh air for everybody, time to recharge with energy to go on even further, to finish what they have started years earlier.

Jyn apparently being a bit too self-conscious about her warrior body movements and with dislike towards flashy clothing, at first had refused to go. She used to be very shy about her body even in front of Cassian, when she thought her war scars were hideous and made her a disgusting lover. Her admission has almost made him laugh and cry at the same time, since it was exactly what he thought - used to think - about himself. Took them a while to figure things out, to talk things over, but now they seemed at ease with their own bodies, with bodies of each other even more so. Still, Jyn was absolutely against wearing clothes especially for the occasion, and was generally against music or dancing as well, and only the promise of actual food and free drinks with all their Rebel mates made her go.

Cassian didn't plan on dragging Jyn on the dancefloor: first, he didn't think he'd like to dance all that much himself; second - pushing Jyn into doing something she didn't feel like doing was pretty much impossible anyway. But after few drinks he withdrew from noisy discussion at their table and started to quietly observe all the couples dancing to slow songs instead, during yet another round of romantic music. It woke up memories; happy moments with his parents laughing and swaying rhythmically in their kitchen when he was just a little boy; countless undercover missions where he had to pretend he's into fancy dancing with some Imperial figure in order to get the intel; two completely different types of memories and yet they had one thing in common. They made him wish he could dance with someone he just wants to be and put all his heart into it, just like his parents - not like Joreth Sward and his marks. And his heart was reaching to Jyn and Jyn only, and suddenly it all hurt.

Feeling like if his casual mask was slipping away for a second, Cassian plastered false smile over his face. The music has already changed to more cheerful tune, so he turned back to their table to grab another drink. Only then he noticed Jyn was no longer around. She probably was witnessing his fascination and has run away, to avoid the awkwardness if he had the nerve to ask her to dance, he thought; and that hurt too. These were small things, but meaningful and happened from time to time; Jyn was great at avoiding situations where he could feel uncomfortable or be lost in painful memories. Did that mean he is so fragile? Was he too fragile, too broken for her? Or maybe she was truly in love with him, so much in love to try and spare him any possible suffering? Was he worthy of such treatment then at all?

The amount of alcohol present in his blood would probably keep Cassian in rather dark mood for much longer, if not for someone coming at him from behind his chair. Before he could react violently, he realized it was Jyn. She wrapped her arms around him, like she often did, but there was an unusual sensation to this hug too. Apparently she has let her hair loose, which she never did in public before - surprised, but unable to resist Cassian simply leaned his cheek on a wave of brown, silky soft hair, meant just for him, brushed smooth just for him. And before he could find out on his own what might be the meaning of this, he heard a whisper "Shall we dance, Captain?" coming from her, and his heart almost has stopped in his chest. Not quite believing what he has just heard, Cassian turned around - and saw Jyn's flushed cheeks and uncertain smile and sparkling green eyes; and in her eyes nothing else than pure love.

"You do know I have no idea what am I doing, right?" she murmured while taking him by hand and leading towards the dancefloor; music again slow and moody. Slightly dumbfounded Cassian didn't answer; he mustered up enough though to take the lead instead and found them a corner far from the main crowd. He could tell she was feeling awkward, especially with curious glances at their public display of affection, but stubbornly followed him among the couples and let herself be positioned the way he wanted: her palms on his shoulders, his palms on her hips. Jyn's feline grace and fighter instincts were of a tremendous help; it was no trouble for her to mirror his movements and soon they were gently swaying to a delicate melody, step after step, turn after turn. Cassian could feel wide, silly smile stretching his face, but didn't really want to do anything about it; he felt giddy with happiness. There weren't many of such moments in his life, so a big smile was quite appropriate, no matter how silly it might've look. Besides, Jyn was smiling too, and she was looking more beautiful than ever: face framed with wide halo of unruly hair, eyes alight and that sweet smile of hers.

This round of slow music was longer than any of previous ones. With more songs passing by Jyn managed to visibly relax in Cassian's arms and surprised him with changing her position against him: she pretty much closed the distance between them completely and wrapped her arms around his neck. He responded by wrapping his around her waist, pulling her closer. She snuggled up her face to his chest, and he reverently kissed the top of her head, his heart almost exploding. After years of compartmentalizing everything, Cassian felt the mind of his wasn't really suited for feeling anything positive so openly anymore; still, he wanted this time to last forever, and if not - then to live forever with him within his memories. Basking in almost unknown emotion, he was unconsciously drawing Jyn closer and closer, until he more felt than heard her giggling as she begin to wriggle about to regain breathing space. She was so close now that he could feel the heat of her body through the layers of clothing - or maybe it was just his imagination? But his physical response to the whole situation wasn't just an embarrassing figment of imagination, it was real. What worse, Jyn has felt it too, because she giggled again and looked up, straight in Cassian's - darkened with shame - eyes. It wasn't something that normally happened to him in public, so he was blushing furiously and wanted to say something in a way of apologize. He was stopped in his tracks though by rather interesting sight of mischievous grin on Jyn's face.

For just few seconds it looked like a staring contest: crimson red Cassian versus widely grinning Jyn. Apparently she has quickly decided who's the winner and what the stakes actually were. After unwrapping herself from his arms, she grabbed him by hand and dragged from the dancefloor through the crowd of couples, around the tables, towards one of exits. For him the problem was, it wasn't a regular exit; not a corridor leading towards living quarters, but a kind of service corridor - with storage rooms and lots of old junk everywhere. It was perfectly Jyn to hide in such places, but she did that when she needed solitude once in a while; what were they doing here together at such time? Belated understanding dawned on him when he was pushed into one of such cluttered rooms, his back pressed against the wall and Jyn's body rubbing against his hardness. He gasped and tried to push her away by her shoulders, tried to get any explanation, but she just uttered "Here, now!" and shushed him completely by claiming his lips with incredible hunger. Then rational part of his mind shut itself off and without breaking the kiss he turned them around, pinning Jyn against the wall instead and starting to claw at her clothes.

In a matter of mere seconds Cassian had access to most of Jyn's body, and she had to his. Usually they took their time with undressing, enjoying slow caresses, lazy kisses and gentle touch. This time was different though. Jyn acted like a woman possessed, viciously using her teeth on his neck and earlobes and her short tough nails on his back; he at first responded with similar harshness; then grabbed her thigh with such strength his hand had to leave bruises and barely giving her time to hook the leg around his hip, entered her with all his might. She was so ready for him, so wet, that instead of possible gasp of discomfort she just moaned louder than ever and dragged herself closer to him, melding her torso against his chest. Cassian was moving in and out in such powerful movements that before any of them could reach climax his legs started giving up. Slipping out from her, he ignored Jyn's disappointed "What?" and pulled her over a crate of some sort, this time with her back to him. Jyn complied with the idea quickly, bracing herself against the crate and wiggling her bottom playfully. It wasn't an invitation to refuse, not that Cassian wanted to stop what she started anyway. He positioned himself on his knees behind Jyn and again pushed himself into her hot wetness. He didn't quite recognize himself with the low growling coming out of his throat or the scratches he was leaving on her soft body; nor he did recognize her with her deep groans and fingers gripping edges of the crate so tightly that they went white and would hurt later. But it took just a few more moments of their act, her hips against his, and he simply wasn't able to care anymore.

Cassian's orgasm came suddenly and was almost painful; it blinded him and left him breathless for unspecified amount of time. When he was again able to figure out the surroundings, he was lying on the crate alongside Jyn - her obviously being equally spent as he was. "I think we're going to be very sore in the morning", she barely panted out but with genuine smile. "You don't say?", his answer almost just as inarticulate but smile just as sincere. They kept on lying on the uncomfortable dirty crate for some time more, just squeezing each others' hands and simply re-learning how to breathe properly again. Finally Jyn stifled a yawn and said "We'd better get going, I don't plan on sleeping here". Cassian decided they should reappear at their table even if for just a single drink more, so slowly and carefully he got up, helped Jyn to her feet and they both dressed up. It took them one look at each other and they both burst into laughter. They wouldn't be the first nor the last couple that evening coming back to the party looking tousled or with love bites visible, but for them it was the first shared experience of this kind; a precious thing to remember.

For the people on their way and their mates around the table their freshly-shagged look was something else though: a great source of amusement. Captain Cassian The-Ever-Impassive-Intelligence-Officer Andor and Sergeant Jyn Don't-Come-Closer-Or-I'll-Hit-You Erso weren't exactly the ones people expected to see in such state, especially together and holding hands. Their relationship wasn't really a mystery, but then they rarely were showing off any affection towards each other at all, so this was something new and apparently worth cheers, whistles and whispered gossips. Suddenly shy and visibly uncomfortable, Jyn decided to call it a night and retreat. She didn't release Cassian's hand for a single moment, and he didn't mind at all being led finally back to the comfort and privacy of their quarters.

"By the Force, that was a dirty place" Jyn mused after entering the room and then headed for shower. "First in 'fresher!" Cassian wasn't sure if she was aware how that first sentence has sounded to him, but maybe it was he who had dirty mind now. He grinned to himself and grabbed a chair to wait patiently for his turn to take a shower. He didn't have to wait long - Jyn was looking more tired with each step they were taking on their way here; alcohol, adrenaline and hormones were wearing off so no wonder she had no energy for a longer bath. She came out wonderfully naked and he registered with a pang of guilt that her skin was already showing quite a number of various markings made by him not so long ago, probably more to come by the morning; he didn't feel proud because of them. "Gotta go now too" he muttered with his eyes firmly focused on the floor and almost run away to the refresher.

Cassian didn't want to worry Jyn, so tried not to spend too much time in the shower neither. His mood was raised by just a tiny bit when he took a glimpse of himself in the mirror - he was heavily marked by her too. But it wasn't the same to treat his thick skin as to treat hers way more delicate flesh, was it? Coming back to the room, also naked, he didn't now what to expect, but with relief he found Jyn smiling happily at him from their bed. She was already partially cocooned with blankets and half-asleep, so Cassian simply joined her, in her favourite position: him spooning her, wrapping her with his arms, breathing into her still wet hair. She felt safe this way, having her back covered literally and figuratively by her loved one; and he felt safe too, keeping his loved one close to his heart, literally and figuratively. This way sleep was coming quickly, but not tonight - not for Cassian.

A/N2: This may be considered a follow up to We'll get through this, together, but was meant to be a stand-alone, so can be read without knowing previous story.

Started as a short flat songfic, then developed into something else, something way longer, and maybe *keeps her fingers crossed* better; actually, after days of rewriting not a single line comes from first version :D. The fic is still heavily inspired by plenty of music, though - namely Dirty Dancing OST songs.

Also, this is my own private challenge to write smut for the first time, as I never wrote anything this scandalizing before :P. And since it is my fic after all, it's not simply PWP - as usual, too much angst and overthinking ;) And no, I have no idea why on Earth it's so long, it just happened on its own, it just went and went O.o