Cassian had just gotten back from a mission for the rebellion. Normally he would be hyper focused on the cause, giving a very detailed post mission report to the council but he found himself distracted. His mind kept drifting to the rebel who seemed to never leave his head, from his point of view she was like a plague, one that he welcomed with open arms while she welcomed him with open legs. As much as he thought he hated her he could not bring himself to admit it, would someone whom he hated make him feel so good? The short answer was no. As he finished his report he did not wait for any questions the senators had for him. He just left the war room.

Quickly after leaving he dipped into the insolated quarters of Yavin 4, walking down the half deteriorated hallways until someone pulled him into a secluded corner. It was dark so he could not see the persons face but he knew who it was as soon as her lips met his neck. She trailed down, so far down in fact it made his knees weak. He felt a tug at his pants, his hands making a poor attempt to steady himself by holding onto the top of her head.

"Wait... not here... not here..." he said in a slightly pitiful tone, if anyone heard it that would be the end of the great and feared rebel, Cassian Andor.