EasyRide = passenger air taxi/air speeder (public transport)

Chapter 10 - Happy Birthday, Jyn

Jyn had taken up Krennic's offer of a bath before she went home. "There is an array of products, feel free to use whatever you wish." He told her as he handed her a fluffy towelled bathrobe. She closed and locked herself in the washroom. His fresher was fancier than what she had at home and stocked full with expensive self-care products. In fact, most of his house was the same - built with better materials and furnished more extravagantly. It soon became apparent that Orson Krennic was a wealthy man.

Having lived a much simpler life, Jyn began to wonder why Krennic kept such close ties to her family, who were, for lack of a better term, underprivileged. Why he'd always been a friend to her father, always been keen to work together. The Ersos hadn't much to offer someone like Director Krennic, who'd met Galen on a Galactic Republic training program many years previously, making a connection and remaining faithful allies over the years. The damned Republic, Jyn thought to herself. But now, Jyn's family were being given the chance of a better life, to make more for themselves.

With her father's work on the secret new superweapon, the success of which Jyn had full faith in, she just knew things were about to turn around for them. Still, she wondered why a powerful and wealthy man such as Krennic would still keep ties to a man like Galen Erso. Jyn concluded that Orson really must be a decent man. This thought eased her guilty conscience for the new nature of her relationship with the older man. Not that she was in a hurry to reveal anything to her parents.

After her bath, Jyn had no choice but to put on the previous night's clothing. Orson didn't have anything she could really borrow without arousing suspicion, nor could she return home in a different outfit anyway. She blushed to herself as she mused on the fact that at least her clothing had spent most of the night on the floor, and it was only really her panties which were ruined. She would make sure to launder the articles herself before Lyra got to them. Jyn felt herself to be calculating but she reasoned that there was no other way around things.

"Do my parents know that you're back?" Jyn asked the Director, as they ate breakfast together.

"I haven't made contact yet so, no, I don't think so. I was going to surprise them."

"Oh. Well, I know we're busy tonight."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, we have a 'special birthday dinner' planned." Jyn accentuated her sentence in a bored tone.

"Oh, how lovely." Krennic's eyes lit up.

"Yeah, it's a tradition. But it's extra special due to my 'coming of age'." Jyn rolled her eyes.

Krennic smirked. "Well... back to the grindstone soon. Galen knows there's much work to be done, and he knows my mission has come to an end, so I am sure he will be expecting me any day now."

"Indeed."

After breakfast, the pair stood around awkwardly, the harsh reality of their pursuits becoming perfectly clear in the cold light of day. Jyn attempted to occupy her hands, fiddling and fidgeting with bits of her clothing, keeping her eyes on the ground. Krennic closed the space between them, coming close to the girl, placing a tender hand on her cheek. She blinked and shuddered.

"I shall never forget last night. You are something else, Jyn Erso."

Jyn's face felt hot against the Director's touch. She wet her dry lips with her tongue, "Thank you for... the experience, Director."

"No need to thank me. I'd like to see you again, dear." Krennic slid his thumb across her cheek to her lip.

Jyn deliberated for a few moments. "I... I thought maybe this would be a one-time deal for you, Sir."

Krennic huffed, "Not by a long shot, pet," he bit his lip, gazing down at her. Sliding his finger beneath her chin and tilting her head up, he told her; "I have a ferocious appetite, young Erso, and you make me feel hungrier than I have ever felt in my life,"

Jyn's innocent eyes stared into that of the older man's baby blues. The idea that she could be the object of one's desires made her feel giddy. High. Her eyes blinked rapidly.

"I..." she began.

Krennic cut her off, "My girl, I am starved for you. I'm not entirely sure my hunger for you shall ever be satiated..."

There was a gap of silence which Jyn felt the need to fill with an answer or a solution.

"...but it would give me the utmost pleasure to try," he moved his lips to kiss her neck tenderly, causing her to close her eyes, "and I would guarantee your pleasure every single time, my dear."

Jyn's nipples hardened as she shuddered, the Director's hands on her body, stroking her back, her arms, her stomach whilst his lips caressed her ear, neck and cheeks. He witnessed the girl physically trembling as gooseflesh broke out over her skin.

"I'm not sure it's a good idea..." she began.

"I know you want this. Your body language speaks louder than your words. And you know I want you, over and over... again and again and again."

Jyn's thoughts of her father took her away. Lyra would also be crushed, but more so Galen, she imagined. The men were like brothers, Orson practically an uncle to Jyn. Why did the thought of that make her tingle? She wondered. She knew it was the allure of the forbidden. The urge to rebel was great within her.

"Well?"

She reminded herself about her parents' absence in recent months, and before she consciously knew what she was saying or doing, she was kissing him. Hard. Passionately. "Yes, yes I want it, Director." she mouthed between hungry kisses.

Krennic smiled, not at Jyn, but at himself, for his craftiness, "You do?"

"Yes, please... I want... I need this!" she moaned urgently.

"Well then... it is settled. You will visit me at my home tomorrow."

"Uh... I'm at the Academy tomorrow."

"Okay, well afterwards... unless you have more important plans?" he raised his eyebrows.

It wasn't really a question and Jyn knew that. She knew she had to study the following evening. There was an important exam coming up. She rationalised that the exam wasn't for two weeks and she had plenty of time, so she could afford to take the night off. All she had to do was come up with a believable tale for Galen and Lyra.

"No... no other plans. I can come over." Jyn smiled, giddy inside that the Director wanted to spend more time with her.

"Excellent." Orson looked at the chrono, noting that it was almost 0800 hours. "I suppose you better be on your way."

"Yeah."

"Would you like me to take you?"

Jyn shook her head. "It's okay. I'll take the EasyRide."

Krennic nodded, understanding why Jyn could not accept a ride home from him. Krennic thumbed at her lower lip once more, causing her to take a sharp intake of breath. "So, I'll see you tomorrow?"

Jyn nodded, her mouth unable to stop from closing around the end of Krennic's finger.

"Does 1900 hours work for you?" he asked.

"...Sure." Jyn was lost in her actions, sucking on the end of the finger Orson had pushed into her mouth.

"Should I pick you up, or meet you somewhere?" he offered.

"I'll take the EasyRide again."

Before he let her go, Krennic stuffed three fingers into the girl's mouth, pushing them in as far as she would let him, before she choked and spluttered around them, his cock twitching in interest.

When he had her on the precipice, he quickly withdrew his fingers in one swift motion, jolting her back to reality as he wiped his wet digits on his trousers. "Be on your way girl," Jyn did as she was told and opened the front door.

"See you tomorrow, Director."

"I look forward to it." Krennic gleamed. "And Jyn..." she glanced over her shoulder at the silver-haired man, "Happy birthday... again."

Jyn closed her mouth, pursing her lips tightly and nodding in appreciation before she turned on her heel.