- - 8 Months Later - -

Cassian couldn't wait to return to base, even if it was the frozen hell that is Hoth. His first major undercover mission since Scarif had kept him away for a month, but it had been a success. His new cover held, he found the intel he needed, and as a bonus he found a damaged Imperial droid in a junkyard. It needed some work, but having K-2SO back in an Imperial body would be more than worth it.

Cassian dropped the ship out of lightspeed, and Hoth appeared before him. Piloting his shuttle across the snowy landscape, he transmitted the proper codes to alert the Rebellion of his return. He steered into the main hanger, his sharp eyes finding Jyn before he even touched ground. He breathed a sigh of relief. She was safe.

Moments later, he was out of the ship and she was in his arms. Rebels around him paid them no attention. They were used to this. Ever since that first night together, they had been growing closer. It didn't take long for one of them to cross the invisible line into something more than friendship. There had of course been light teasing from their friends; but one random soldier took it to far one day. Jyn dropped the new recruit with one swift kick, and nobody dared tease her about her soft side again.

"Welcome back Captain," she beamed up at him.

"Good to be back Sergeant," he responded with a kiss.

Jyn had found her place in the Rebellion with the Pathfinders. Her skill allowed her to rise quickly through the ranks. She still went on the occasional mission with Cassian, but this one had been different. He hated keeping secrets from her, but he knew she understood. It was his job. Plus, she had been off on her own mission when he was suddenly sent on assignment. This was the first contact they'd been able to have in six weeks.

"Come on guys. You have a room. Use it."

Cassian laughed as he pulled away from Jyn, but he kept an arm around her waist.

"Good to see you too, Bodhi."

The former Imperial pilot grinned. His old uniform had been replaced with a Rebel one, and an eyepatch covered his right eye. He turned down a robotic replacement, saying he was proud of his battle scars. They angry red burns on his face had faded into scars. He wore them like a medal.

"So how much damage did you do this time?" Bodhi asked, eyeing Cassian's ship.

"I'll have you know I was as careful as ever."

Jyn's scoff made Bodhi laugh.

"A small bit of blaster damage to the rear, nothing major," the spy admitted.

"I'll be the judge of that."

Having only one eye, Bodhi's piloting time was limited. If he flew, it was only as co-pilot, usually to Cassian. The two were practically brothers now. Thankfully, Bodhi was equally handy with a toolset, and found his place among the other mechanics. As he settled into his work, Cassian and Jyn headed for the war room. Draven, the Princess, and the Senator were expecting a briefing.

The took the long way through the base's icy halls, giving Jyn to fill him in. Her missing had also been a success. Since then, she had been assigned to help train new recruits again (her least favorite job). Baze and Chirrut were currently off-world, helping dig up some research on the history of the Jedi that could assist Luke Skywalker in his training.

"Find me when you're done?" they had arrived at their destination.

"Of course," Cassian kissed the top of her head. "I know where to look."

She would be in their room, of course. When the Rebels moved to Hoth, they hadn't bothered assigning Jyn her own room. Once, at the old base, she had answered his door in his clothes, earning an odd look from Draven. They had given up hiding their relationship after that. Bodhi loved to tease them about the fact they ever believed it was secret in the first place. Chirrut usually agreed, Baze simply shrugged.

Cassian sat through the meeting, being as patient as possible. Their questions seemed endless, but it was his duty. 30 minutes later, they had what they needed and he was free to go. After a month undercover, he had an entire week to relax.

He found Jyn stretched out on their bed, a book in her hands. She smiled as he entered, tossing the book aside. He shrugged out of his jacket, not caring where it landed. He crawled over her so the length of their bodies were pressed together. He supported his weight on his elbows, while her arms snaked around his neck. He pulled the tie from her hair, tangling his fingers in it as he kissed her softly.

"How much time?" she asked, as he trailed kisses from her cheek to her neck.

"At least a week," he reversed his trail, and after another long kiss he rested his forehead against hers.

"A whole week? Draven must be feeling generous."

Her hands drifted towards his belt. His fingers tightened in her hair, earning a soft response.

Yeah. It was definitely good to be home.

& I think I'm going to end it here, for now. I might add a third chapter in the future, if I can think of where I would like it to go.

Sorry this is shorter than the last chapter. Work has been a bit hectic.

Thanks to those who have already reviewed! Feedback is always great. I hope you enjoyed this short story. :)