Star Wars Imagines

Dishevelled (Cassian Andor x Reader)

"Cassian, no!" You whispered harshly.

"Why not, sweetheart?" He asked you innocently.

"Because we're on a mission!"

"Doesn't bother me," Cassian mumbled as he nipped at your neck.

"Cassian, we're in the middle of a mission... hiding in a storage cupboard," you said, rephrasing yourself.

"So?" You could almost hear the smirk in his voice.

You didn't know why, but Cassian loved showering you with even more affection while you were on missions together. You thought it was inappropriate. He thought it was romantic.

You tried to push him away from you, but the cupboard was so small that Cassian easily dragged you along with him.

"Come on Y/N," he lowered his head, "What...else...is...there...to...do?" He asked as he placed delicate kisses along your neck and up your jawline.

"Cassian...please," you couldn't help the small moan that escaped your lips as he continued peppering your skin with kisses.

You signed, finally caving in. Eagerly, you ran your fingers through his hair as you pressed up against him. He responded with a grin, his lips melding with yours as they moved in perfect synchronisation.

His hands snaked around your waist as yours trailed under his shirt, eager to take it off.

But before things could escalate, you heard another voice speak. "Captain Andor? We have eyes on the target. You and Y/N are cleared to leave hiding."

Cassian sighed before speaking into his comms device, "Copy that."

"Well that was fun," he chuckled as he kissed your forehead.

You crossed your arms as you caught your breath, suddenly realising what you had just done. But this wasn't exactly the first time Cassian had gotten his way during a mission...

He gripped your hand, "Ready?"

"Wait–" You said, releasing your hand
from his, "You should go out first."

"Why?"

You rolled your eyes, "Just in case!"

"Alright, alright," he said as he opened the door carefully.

You waited a few moments before emerging from the storage cupboard, quickly straightening out your clothes.
Now that you could actually see Cassian properly, you let out a laugh.

"What?"

"Oh, darling you're a mess," you giggled as you took in his appearance. His hair was all over the place from when you had run your fingers through it, one side of his jacket collar was turned up and the shirt underneath was now crinkled. He looked so... dishevelled.

"Well whose fault is that, sweetheart?" He grinned playfully.

"Good luck explaining this one when we get back to the Base," you teased.

"I suppose I'll have to explain this too," he smirked as he ran his finger across a small bite mark he had left on your neck.

"Oh Captain, you really are something else."

"Hmm, and I'm all yours," he grinned, kissing your cheek.