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With the Crest now in autopilot, Mando hurried to get back to you. The child was in his floating pod, following the Mandalorian as he made his way to the chambers that you stayed in. On his way, he grabbed the simple med-kit that he kept on the ship. The doors to your room automatically opened and he stepped inside. The child hovered inside as well. 

You propped yourself up on your elbows, pushing the blankets off your side. You wanted to help him out as much as possible, even if you were the one being helped. The automatic doors closed and he made his way over to the side of the bed. He took note of the fact that your shirt wasn’t what it was before, stained and mildly torn up from the events that took place. You kept your lips pursed as he brought himself down to your level, keeping himself on one knee. He set the med-kit on floor near himself, not wanting to get in your way. Mando began searching for what he needed, trying to keep himself relaxed. 

“Have you done this before?” You questioned, just as he found what he was looking for. Mando turned his head toward you, holding a small container with a nozzle on it.

“Not on anyone but myself,” he answered you, exhaling. Your eyes widened slightly, not sure how to feel about that. “I know what I have to do, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

You began to shake your head. “No, no, it’s okay.” On the outside, you sounded completely at ease. However, on the inside, you were scrambling. This was new to you. In the past, you’d never had anyone go out of their way to take care of you. You were tense with anxiety having someone see you like this. “I-I trust you.”

Mando sensed that your words said one thing, but you thought another. He knew that if you really didn’t fully trust him, you would pull away and try to take care of it yourself. He’d spent everyday with you since that day on Tatooine, so he had a somewhat good idea of how you operated. He understood. He’d been alone for a good portion of his life, so he knew how difficult it was to open up and trust someone. 

His mind couldn’t help but travel back to the forest on Endor. How could he forget?

Maybe it was in a moment of fear and seeking out security among the chaos that made you grab onto his hand. Either way, he wasn’t going to tell himself it didn’t happen. He’d grown tired of trying to deny the way he felt, even if you didn’t feel the same way. 

He tilted his head slightly to one side, shoving his thoughts into the back of his mind. Right then wasn’t the time to think about all that; you needed help. One hand reached out to grasp the hem of your shirt. You were still propped up on your elbows, observing his every move. He gently pushed the fabric upward, making you wince as your skin was exposed. He muttered a quick but sincere “sorry” as he was now looking at your wound again. He paused just past the wound. 

The shirt you wore was stained and raggedy-looking by this point. He’d get you a new shirt once you were taken care of. Your shirt was tight against your body as Mando inched it up your body a little more. You caught on to what was happening and knew it was probably best for you to remove your shirt, making it easier for him to take care of the blaster wound. 

With no hesitation, your hands found the hem of your own shirt. Your fingers ran into Mando’s glove covered digits for a brief second before you clutched the fabric. He pulled his hands away as his eyes stayed put on you. You tugged your shirt up the rest of your body until you took it all the way off. Under the helmet, the Mandalorian could feel his whole face become warm once his gaze met your unclothed body. 

You gulped, feeling your own features grow heated as well. The only thing left on your upper body was a bra. Mando took in the sight of you, but only for a moment. He was careful not to stare or let his mind wander, as that was the last thing either of you needed. He cleared his throat, putting his focus on the task at hand, which was taking care of your wound. 

“This Bacta spray should help,” he began. Within seconds, you felt the spray against your wound, causing you to squirm on contact. It wasn’t painful, just unexpected. 

As the time passed, your eyes lingered on his gloved hands as they fixed your wound. After the Bacta spray, he applied an antiseptic. You squirmed under his touch, the sting of the medicine sank into your wound intrusively. You inhaled sharply, wincing as the pain only seemed to get worse. Mando paused, seeing that you weren’t able to sit still. He knew how much blaster injuries hurt, so he was sympathetic and understood how uncomfortable you were. 

“Try to hold still,” he mumbled, as he leaned in closer to you. He placed some bandages over your wound, which soothed the pain. His leather gloves ghosted over your bare skin, sending goosebumps across your whole body. You gulped as he inspected the bandage and made sure it was on right.

His leather-covered hands were rough against your skin, but you didn’t mind. His touch was gentle and caring, despite his line of work. For a moment, you let your mind wander. You wanted to take off those gloves and let him touch as much as he pleased. There was no denying it anymore. You wanted him, you needed him. But, you knew you couldn’t have him. He was there to protect you, and those three weeks had gotten shorter. You came to the conclusion that things would never work, even if you still did want to give in to every desire you had. 

He brought his hands away from you, ripping you from your thoughts. He gave a sigh of relief as he inspected the work he’d just done. The wound was completely covered by the bandage that held tight against your body. He did better than he thought he would, and that made him breathe a little easier. 

“That feels much better,” you observed, giving him a grin as you relaxed against the pillow. “Thank you.”

Mando gathered all the things he took out of the med-kit and put them back. He acknowledged your gratitude with a nod and helped himself up to his feet. “I’ll be right back.” 

Your eyes followed him as he walked out of the room, leaving you alone for a few moments. Very slowly, you sat up and collected the blankets that sat at the end of the bed. You brought them closer to you, covering yourself up right as Mando came back. He carried something in his hand. He stood by the bed and held a new shirt out to you. It was a black, long sleeved shirt. 

“This is my shirt, I hope you don’t mind. It was the only one I could find,” he offered. You happily accepted the shirt and quickly put it on. You thanked him once more. The shirt was a little on the bigger side, but you didn’t mind at all. “I can get you some new clothes when we get to Naboo.”

“We’re going to Naboo?” Your heart dropped upon him telling you the news. You hadn’t been on Naboo since the night you ran away. Of course, the thought of Naboo also brought along the memory of the Jedi you’d killed. 

“Naboo is the best planet to go to. We should’ve went there first,” he explained. “We can lie low there for the time being. Then, I can take you back to Tatooine.” His voice trailed off into silence.  Tatooine. With everything you both had just went through, it was easy to forget about the fact that you were eventually going to leave. Hell, you both forgot about the argument that had taken place hours before. It was funny how so much could change in such a small amount of time. 

“Oh,” you muttered. “Tatooine, right.” Your head turned down as your thumbs twiddled a corner of the blanket. “I can’t wait to go back.”

Your head came back up to face him again, feeling a pang in your chest as you knew that you lied. He could never know, though. It would ruin everything and you weren’t wanting to ruin everything like you had before. The argument you had was bad enough, but letting your true feelings be known would makes things worse. 

Mando could tell by the way you spoke that things weren’t as they should be. For the sake of giving you space, he didn’t bring it up. He didn’t want to pry, and he knew that if you really wanted to say anything about it, you would. 

“I’ll leave you alone to rest,” he said quietly. “It’s been a long day.”

You nodded your head in agreement. Mando began pressing the buttons that were near his wrist, causing the child’s pod to float across the room. The child’s eyes stayed on you as he crossed the room. He cooed in delight then turned his head toward the exit. The front of Mando’s helmet still faced you, but he said nothing. You sheepishly waved as he walked out the door, leaving you all alone. You were asleep by the time your head hit the pillow. 

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The night passed you by, which turned into morning, and then turned into the afternoon. Somehow, you managed to sleep through all of that and woke up to the sun’s bright rays shining right in your eyes. You were ripped from a dream that definitely seemed like a reality. Your breathing was heavy as you sat up in the bed, wondering if it was really true. This wasn’t the bed you fell asleep in. In fact, you weren’t even on the Razor Crest. You were seated in a bigger, more lavish bed than the one before. Then, you remembered. Naboo. 

You were alone in the bed, which answered your question about the dream. It was just a dream. You didn’t waste any time getting up out of bed, as you wanted to see your new room for yourself and get rid of images you’d dreamt about. You were grateful that Mando wasn’t in the room, but you wondered about his whereabouts. 

The bed stood right across from a huge, spotless window that held symmetrical square frames all the way across. The view in front of you was breathtaking. There was a door amongst the windows that led to a balcony that peered over a vast body of water. This was so much better than Endor. 

As you walked through the room, taking in your surroundings, you put the pieces together that the Mandalorian brought you in and let you sleep undisturbed. Judging by the way the child’s empty pod sat on the floor next to a chair, you knew he would return soon. You knew you needed the refresher, as you were still wearing the shirt Mando had given you the day before. It didn’t take you long to find it, and once you were in there, you closed the door. 

The refresher was just as lavish and upscale as the room. But, those details weren’t important to you. You walked over to the shower and turned the water on. The sound of the flowing water filled the entire refresher. You pulled the shirt over your body, revealing the bandage that Mando had given you the day before. The wound didn’t hurt like it used to, but you felt a twinge of pain every once in a while. You started pulling the bandage off, revealing some redness, but nothing terrible. 

Once you’d gotten the rest of your clothes off, you stepped into the shower. Your body was engulfed by the warm spray of the water, momentarily relieving you from your worrisome thoughts. You ran your fingers through your hair, giving it a good rinse. It felt good to finally get a shower after all that had happened. A lot had happened in the last day or two, and you were ready to relax and take your mind off of things. 

Except the Mandalorian would be there. He was the only thing you couldn’t seem to get out of your mind. You could easily distract yourself from Endor, the stormtroopers, and almost getting captured. You kept telling yourself to stop thinking so deeply about him. After all, he was only there to protect you, and nothing else. You knew nothing would happen anyway, especially since you’d only been with him for a short time. It was just something you’d have to accept, no matter how strong your desires became. 

The dream you’d had didn’t help you at all. It wasn’t real, you had to remind yourself. Just a silly fantasy that would never see the light of day, yet you held onto it so tightly. You could vividly remember the sensation of his gloves against your torso, something foreign yet exhilarating. The dream had warped, shifted into something else. He was on top of you, beskar and all, nestling a hand between your legs. In your dream, you longed for the Mandalorian’s touch- until you received exactly what you yearned for. 

In your past, it was forbidden to fall in love, so you never did. Of course, you knew you were free from your past, but having feelings for someone else was still something that was new. You were worried that you wouldn’t be good enough for him, that your inexperience would take away from what you truly wanted. You’d never been with anyone in the past. Sure, you’d had feelings for others, but it never went past that. The Mandalorian was different. You cared about him, especially since it was evident he cared for you as well. 

You took a deep breath and told yourself you would be okay with whatever happened. This trip to Naboo was going to be an enjoyable one and you were determined to get the rest you deserved. Somehow, you felt more relieved as you turned off the shower. You grabbed a towel from a stack that sat outside the shower and then stepped out. Hanging from a hook on the wall was a nice white robe, which just proved to you how fancy the room was. You put it on after drying off and proceeded to go back out to the bedroom. 

When you had the door fully open, you found the beskar-clad warrior sitting on the edge of the bed. The front of his helmet looked down at the floor where the little green child was wobbling around aimlessly. His focus immediately went to you when you entered the room. 

“Hi,” you simply said, giving a small wave. “I’m glad to see you’re back from… wherever you went.” You’d only been to Naboo once so you weren’t really familiar with the area. The child had stopped moving around the floor and was now looking up at you.

“We went to town to get some supplies,” Mando responded. “It should last us for a while, at least until I have to take you back to Tatooine.” He gulped as soon as he said it. 

Mando knew it was still a little ways off, but the fact that he did have to take you back to Tatooine wasn’t something he wanted to think about. He knew it wasn’t fair to think like that, especially when he knew you’d been wanting to go back to Tatooine since day one. He knew it was for the best and he’d just have to get used to it. 

“Ooh, what’d you get?” You asked, pretending you didn’t hear that last part. 

“Just some food, and some clothes for you,” he pointed to the small stack of clothes sitting behind him on the other side of the bed. 

You peered around him and saw the clothes, then walked to the other side of the bed. You stood beside the bed and curiously skimmed through the fabrics. Mando turned around, adjusting himself on the bed. He brought one leg up to rest on the bed while the other hung over the side. 

“By the way, how are you feeling?” He inquired. You’d slept for a pretty long time, so he took that as a sign that you were at least somewhat better. 

“Oh, I feel much better,” you told him. “It still hurts a little, but nothing like it was yesterday.” You paused in the middle of looking through the clothes when you came across something that wasn’t like the rest. Amongst all of the plain, everyday clothes, you spotted a light blue color that immediately caught your eye. 

You pulled the blue fabric out of the stack and held it up, revealing a long, thin-strapped dress. Upon seeing that you held the dress, Mando became worried. He worried that you wouldn’t like it and he became afraid of how you would react. When he bought it, he thought it was a nice gesture and also thought you’d like it. But now that the moment was there, he was afraid it was too much. 

“If you don’t like it-“

You lowered your arms and brought the dress down from holding it up. “Like it? I love it.” 

You held it against the front of your body, imagining what it would be like to wear it. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d worn a dress. You thought the dress was very pretty and you loved it even more because Mando was the one who gave it to you. It wasn’t too gaudy or frilly, it was simple yet appealing. But Mando still had his doubts. He’d never done this sort of thing— buy something special for someone. Well, he’d gotten things for the child, but he’d never went out of his way to buy something for a girl. Then again, he never really cared for a girl in the past— at least not in the way he cared for you. 

“Are you sure you like it?” He sighed, still concerned. 

You rolled your eyes, but still held a smile on your face. “Yes, Mando, I love it!” You were beaming. “You know what, I’m gonna go try it on, I’ll be right back!” You scampered off toward the refresher, dress in hand. 

Mando couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at your eagerness. It made him smile under the helmet to see something he gave you make you so happy. In his line of work, it was a rare occurrence that he ever made anyone beside the child happy. Seeing you so joyful and enthusiastic because of him made his heart swell, though he would never admit it. 

Outside the window, he could see that the sun was going down. The orange and red hues melded together in the sky and reflected against the blueish water. The Mandalorian rose up to his feet and off the bed. He proceeded to pick the child up off the floor. He held him there for a few moments, both of their eyes transfixed on the sunset before them. The child cooed a couple times and giggled. 

The Mandalorian got the child’s pod back into its levitating state and placed the child in it for the night. It didn’t take much time for the child to close its eyes and go sleep, which gave Mando the okay to close the pod for the night. While he waited for you to come back out, he made his way out to the balcony, wanting to do something he never really did— slow down and relax. With the peaceful evening sunset surrounding him, he knew he could easily unwind and not worry about a thing. 

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The blue dress fell to your ankles, just inches from the floor. You stood in front of the mirror, watching the way it flowed down your body. It was loose around your legs, but hugged around your chest. You were surprised at the way it fit you so well. As you continued staring at your reflection, you couldn’t help but wonder if you should do more. Your hair was still damp from your shower, but it was getting drier. 

There was some fancy bottles of perfume sitting on the counter. You swore that place had everything. Would perfume be too much? Would he even notice? You rolled your eyes, knowing that you shouldn’t be worried about him. You had to remind yourself that you weren’t expecting anything. Naboo would be the place where you could just relax and leave your troubles behind you. 

You turned from side to side, making sure everything was in place before you went back out to the room. You couldn’t help but give yourself a tiny spray of the perfume before you exited the refresher. When you open the door, Mando was not where you left him. Instead, you were greeted with an empty bed. Your head swiveled in all directions until you spotted the open window door and the Mandalorian standing on the balcony. Your bare feet moderately paced across the carpet and out to the smoothed stone balcony. Mando turned around as soon as you stepped outside. When his eyes met you, he was at a loss for words. He looked you up and down, drinking in the sight of you. 

“H-Hi,” that was all you could say. What else was there to say? You could feel a blush rising to your cheeks, but you still kept your cool. 

The dress was more low-cut than he was expecting, and he was careful not to stare, even though you couldn’t see his eyes. The dress wasn’t too revealing, but it was enough to get his attention. His mouth was growing dry as he was having a lot of thoughts while also trying to find the words to say. 

“Y-You look beautiful,” his voice was hoarse, but he managed to get the words out. A grin spread across your face at his compliment. 

“Thank you,” you softly replied. You approached him and took place next to him on the balcony. He turned back to his original stance of looking out toward the water. “It’s so nice out here, the sunset is lovely.”

Mando nodded, agreeing with you. His mind was racing at light speed. This was the perfect opportunity to just say something, and he thought he was definitely missing his chance. He was cursing himself in his head, as he went back and forth on what to do. He decided to go the safe route and just enjoy the moment you both were in. He rested one hand on the stone railing and put his mind at ease. He’d put his thoughts behind him, until he felt a hand over the top of his. You gently grasped his hand as your heart raced faster. Unlike him, you decided to risk it, even if it meant getting rejected. 

Under the helmet, a scarlet blush rose to his cheeks as he didn’t pull his hand away. Instead, he waited patiently to see what you would say or do next. 

“Mando, I wanted to thank you,” you began, voice shaky as you spoke, “for everything.” Your head ran at a hundred miles a minute, but you kept a calm exterior. “You saved my life back on Tatooine and Endor, I don’t know how to thank you enough.” 

He shook his head, sighing. He was never one to want attention just for doing the right thing. “I was only trying to help, it’s what anyone would’ve done.” 

You chuckled at his modesty. You leaned in closer to him, your hand still holding his. Mando’s head turned to you as you timidly rested your head on his shoulder. You stood there for a few seconds and waited for him to pull away. He never did. Instead, he let go of your hand and brought his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close to him. You exhaled softly, relieved that you weren’t imagining things in the past. He did feel the same way as you, which took a lot of the worry off your mind. 

“Mando, I-“ you stuttered. For a few seconds, you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. Your mind scrambled until you quickly found the courage to just say what you’d thought for a while now. “I-I’ve been falling in love with you since the first day we met.” 

Silence fell over the two of you as you fixed your eyes on the water in front of you. Anxiety started to sink in as he was unresponsive. The Mandalorian gulped as your words played on repeat in his head. He could feel the mild shakiness of your body against his own, which only made him want to ease your nervousness. He knew what he had to do. 

“Close your eyes,” he told you, his voice low and soft. 

At first you were confused, but you obeyed and shut your eyes. He brought his arm down and turned toward you as you did the same. With your eyes closed, all you could do was listen. In the stillness, you barely heard some shuffling and moving around. You didn’t question what he was doing, for all would be revealed in a short amount of time. 

“Keep your eyes closed for me,” he was closer to you than before, and his voice was much clearer than it was when he wore the helmet. It didn’t take you long to realize that his helmet was off, which made you grow more excited. 

Your features were colored pink and your heart was pounding when you felt two bare hands gently cup your cheeks. You barely let out a gasp as Mando leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. All of your thoughts seemed to evaporate in that moment, your focus only on him. That’s how you wanted it to be. For a swift moment, you were caught off guard by the kiss, but quickly found yourself melting into it. Mando’s lips began to move against yours before he pulled away. You were half stunned at what had just happened. Your breathing had grown heavier and you reached your hands up to blindly grasp his wrists, steadying yourself. You were careful not to open your eyes.

“M-Mando…” you whispered, inching yourself closer. 

Internally, you were shaking like a leaf, but you seemed to be able to keep yourself together on the outside. You held onto his wrists as you brought his hands from your cheeks to your shoulders and guided them downward. He watched with dilated eyes as you placed his hands on both sides of your waist and then let go. He pulled you in closer, your chest pressed gently against the beskar. 

He leaned in once again, crashing his lips into yours. This time, you both didn’t hesitate to kiss each other with an unhinged passion that wasn’t previously present. Your hands found their way to his shoulders, which was followed by your arms wrapping around the back of his neck. His fingers clutched the soft blue fabric of your dress, keeping your body close to his. Your lips began to part against his, hungrily. Both of your lips hastily moved against each other’s, unable to get enough of each other. 

Slowly, you began to pull away, composing yourself before him. His hands stayed in place on your waist as his eyes gazed upon you, slightly confused. Your lips were pursed while your eyes stayed closed. The heat you felt on your cheeks didn’t go away as you were still wrapping your head around what had happened in just a short amount of time. It was crazy to you how everything could change within few short moments. 

“What’s wrong?” Mando’s unmodulated voice startled you. You could hear the concern he felt as he stood motionless before you. 

You shook your head back and forth. A smile tugged at your lips. “N-Nothing. Nothing’s wrong it’s just that…” The night air had begun to take over your surroundings. With how things were going, you thought it was only best to move things elsewhere. “We should take this inside.”

Mando gulped upon hearing those words. The tone in your voice, suggestive yet calm, made him think you had ideas that he was definitely not opposed to. He wanted those things, more than anything, but he had to make sure you wanted them as well. 

“Are you sure?” He asked. 

“Yes, Mando, I’m sure,” you answered, without a shadow of doubt. You’d never been more certain about anything your life. 

Mando exhaled slowly, taking a moment to process your response. He once again brought his lips to yours, kissing you deeply before he took your hand in his. He told you to keep your eyes closed as he led you inside. You could feel your heart pounding throughout your whole body as you walked with him. After tonight, you weren’t sure how things would turn out, but you knew right then that it didn’t matter. 

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The pale moonlight glowed bright through the windows as Mando led you to stand by the side of the bed. The back of your legs barely brushed against the mattress. You’d let go of him when you were standing still in front of him. His gaze was locked on you as the pale light shone on you. Your eyes were still shut, which he was thankful for. He appreciated that you didn’t put up a fight about having to close your eyes. The blue color of the dress became brighter under the light and made him realize that purchasing it was an excellent idea. 

His hands reached out to touch your sides again, the fabric rough against his bare hands. His fingers shifted to match the curve of your hips, grip slightly tight. You brought your hands to his arms, beskar sliding against your skin. His lips found yours again, making you sigh with contentment. He wanted to take his time with you, and give you all that you desired. It was always easy for him to put other people’s needs over his own, and you were no different. 

Your kisses became deeper as you felt the heat growing between your bodies. You brought yourself closer, pressing your chest his. His arms snaked from your hips to your back, holding you close. Your arms came up to wrap around the back of his neck and your lips began to part against his. You moaned softly when he subtly nipped at your bottom lip. His tongue glided over the skin before gently biting down, causing you to moan again. You were taken by surprise when he dipped his tongue into your mouth. Mando gave a low groan into your mouth as his tongue collided with yours for a moment before he broke the kiss. 

His fingertips pressed into exposed part of your upper back. Before you even had a chance to take a breath, you felt him press kisses on your jawline. Your head was tilted back slightly as he didn’t stop his actions. You hummed with satisfaction as his lips trailed down your jawline and onto your neck. Your hands found their way to his hair as his lips grazed your sensitive skin. Your fingers tugged on his dark locks when his tongue glided over your skin. His teeth tenderly sank into your skin for a brief moment, making you gasp. He breathily purred as he took in the scent of your skin. Your sweet, flower-like scent filled his senses, and he knew it was something he wouldn’t soon grow tired of.  

As he continued, you could feel the warmth under your dress grow more intense. The more you thought about the things you wanted him to do to you, the more your want became unbearable. You’d never wanted anyone in the past, not like you wanted him. You brought your hands away from his hair. One of them stayed put on his shoulder while the other shifted to the front of his armor. You moved your head downward to look in that direction, but your eyes still remained closed. Mando pulled away from you, noticing the hand on the front of armor that was inching itself further down. 

He kept himself quiet. The moonlight allowed for him to see your hand trailing closer to the front of his pants. By this time, your eyes were open, but you didn’t dare look up at him. Your fingers brushed past his belt and that’s when you felt your body tense up for moment, but you didn’t stop. Heat rose to your cheeks as your hand came over the front of his pants, feeling his growing hardness through the fabric. Mando bit down on his bottom lip, holding back a moan. You paused— having never gotten this far with anyone. Through intuition and hearing stories in the past, you knew what to do, it wasn’t difficult to figure out.

Your hand began to palm the front of his trousers, making him huff with pleasure. Mando was not expecting you to do something like this, but he wasn’t going to complain. His hands stayed flush to your hips, until he moved one to your forearm. Your splayed hand moved slowly around the front of his pants. He jerked his hips slightly forward, into your hand. 

He was losing his mind. Mando honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’d done this, it felt like it was lightyears ago. He’d been so busy with the child and finding new bounties that he didn’t have time for all that. He craved more of your touch, but he knew he’d have to be patient. Within seconds, your hands found the front of his belt. You undid it, and pulled it off, being careful because of the blaster hanging off of it. You dropped it to the floor beside you. 

The hand on your forearm tightened for just a second as you pulled at the waistband of his trousers. You slipped your hand into the front of his pants, fingers wrapping around his length, sending shivers all the way to your core. Mando muttered your name as you began to move your hand up and down. You couldn’t help but blush at the sound of your name falling from his lips. His head tilted back slightly, suppressing the growl that threatened to fall from his mouth. His eyes fell shut, focused only on the hand that was wrapped around his cock and the feeling it brought. 

“Just like that…” he mumbled, squeezing your arm again. He wasn’t one for using words, but he wanted to reassure you that you were doing good. You continued pumping his cock, both of you moaned in unison. He choked out your name once more, intensifying the heat between your legs. 

During all of this, your mind wandered to what would inevitably happen next. You wanted to give in to all the desires, and see him give in to his as well. You were burning with desire as you quickened the pace of your hand that was inside his pants. Mando bucked his hips forward and sighed. At this rate, he knew he’d finish in his pants, which was something he wanted to avoid. He knew it was obvious he was pent up, starved of touch for who knows how long. The Mandalorian’s calloused hand gently grasped your wrist, stopping you. Fear automatically entered your mind as you thought you did something wrong. You brought your chin up as you took your hand away and closed your eyes again. 

“Mando, I-“ you started before your mouth was met with a heated kiss, nothing like it was before. He kissed you hard, teeth clicking together as you moaned with surprise. 

Your hands were at his side, fingers clutching his clothes. Within the few moments of kissing him, one of your hands trailed from down his side, toward the back. You pressed yourself against him, allowing for you to reach back and touch his ass. Mando’s whole face turned bright red, not expecting that to happen. He became flustered, feeling his cock twitch in its confinements. You kept your hand there as you began to smile against his lips. You pressed chaste kisses to his lips as you giggled. You brought your teasing to a halt, which was met with silence between you. 

His came up to rest on your shoulder as his gaze met your figure. Your feet stepped back, legs hitting the edge of the bed. The Mandalorian’s hands found your hips again as guided you to sit on the bed. His hands stayed put as you laid down on the bed. He was fixated by the sight that was before him— you were breathtaking. Your legs hung off the side of the bed, blue fabric covering them. He knew it wouldn’t be like that for long. 

“Mando…” you whispered, longingly. You instinctively parted your legs, giving him room to stand between them. He brought himself down to your level. His hands pressed into the mattress near either side of your head and his face was just millimeters from yours. He listened for your words to tell him what you needed. “P-Please, touch me.” 

He pursed his lips when he heard your words. He brought his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. The Mandalorian would’ve never thought that saving you back on Tatooine would lead to this. Your hand came over the side of his face, feeling his skin against your fingertips. Your hand trailed down, feeling the scruff that was on his face until he brought his lips tenderly to yours. You melted into the kiss as your hand slid into his slightly curled, dark hair. You blissfully hummed against his lips, your own breaking into a smile. His lips parted from yours as he moved down. He found your jawline again and pressed gentle kisses along the skin. You trembled under his touch when you felt a hand against your breast. His fingers softly kneaded themselves against the covered flesh. 

He dragged his bottom lip against your fever-like skin until he reached your neck. Mando pressed firm kisses on the side of your neck and eased down to your collarbone. His breath was warm against your skin, making you shiver underneath him. He dragged his tongue across your collarbone, as you huffed with pleasure. His hand gently squeezed your breast, listening to your breathless moans. 

The Mandalorian brought his lips back up to yours and pressed a few sweet kisses against them. He pulled himself away, making you whine. He stood up again, his eyes were still fixed on you. With your eyes still closed, you wondered what he would do next. As he stood before you, his hands reached for your dress, fingertips grazing the blue fabric. He placed his hands on your thighs and brought himself to his knees. 

Your breathing momentarily paused he moved his hands to the end of your dress. He slid the lower half of your dress up, your legs trembled as he did so. His cock was achingly hard inside of his pants, and seeing the sight of you in front of him wasn’t helping him out. He moved in closer, placing both hands on either side of you. He wasted no time and grasped both side of your panties and pulled them toward him. Your cheeks turned a bright shade of crimson when he pulled your damp panties all the way off and tossed them to the floor. You felt vulnerable— no one had ever seen you like this. Your mind was spiraling as he pulled you closer to him, at the edge of the bed. Your breathing had quickened, and Mando took note. 

“Are you alright?” He asked with concern. You sighed, worry filling your head. 

“I’ve never done this before, Mando,” you answered softly. 

For a few moments, his world came to a pause. The gravity of that statement made his heart sink. Seeing as you were a Jedi in your past, it only made sense. He brought himself back up to your level, inches from your face. He raked one hand through your hair, trying to soothe your anxious thoughts. 

“That doesn’t bother me, cyar’ika,” he whispered. “If that’s what you’re worried about.”

Mando placed a kiss to your cheek before bringing your lips together again for a few moments. You gave a small hum when he pulled himself away. A smile formed on your face as you thought about his reassurance. The Mandalorian found himself on his knees before you once again. He watched as your chest heaved up and down with anticipation. 

He took hold of both of your legs and rested them on his shoulders. He placed his hands on your thighs, keeping them apart. Your head was spinning, trying to comprehend what was happening. It seemed to be going to slow, yet so fast. Mando didn’t hesitate to take his time with you. He began to kiss the sensitive skin on your inner thighs, eliciting a quick high-pitched whine from you. By this time, you had a hard time keeping yourself in place. The Mandalorian paused his actions. He kept his hands in place as his dark eyes gazed upward at you. 

“Try to hold still,” he told you. He was commanding with his words, but gentle at the same time. 

You pursed your lips upon hearing his words. You’d heard that phrase before. This time, it took on a whole different meaning. You didn’t think about it for long as you felt his lips against your thighs again. He nipped at the skin on your thighs, as your legs trembled against his shoulders. He moved himself downward, spreading you wider as he pulled you onto his mouth. Your back began to arch at the new sensation that he was providing you. Your hands flew to the top of his head, fingers tangling themselves in his dark locks. Your moans filled the room as his tongue delved into your soaked cunt. 

“Mando!” You cried out, too caught up in the moment to care about how loud you were being. 

The Mandalorian groaned against your arousal as he listened to your continuous mewls. His fingers pressed into your thighs as he kept you in your place in front of him. Mando ran his tongue up your core until he reached your clit. He pulled back for a moment and brought his hand to your heat. You whined at the loss of contact, but moaned sweetly when his thumb swiped over your clit. Your hands had fallen from the top of his head to the sheets were underneath you. Your fingers balled the sheets in your hands as Mando teased your clit. You took one of your free hands and brought it down in between your legs, only to be met with the Mandalorian seizing your wrist. 

He gave a low growl, indicating that your hand wasn’t needed. He placed your hand back on the bed. Seconds passed before he pulled his hand away from yours, which didn’t go unnoticed. You fidgeted under his teasing touch, hungry for more. He took his thumb away and replaced it with his mouth, eliciting a deep moan from you. Your hands found his hair again, tugging almost on contact. You couldn’t help but bring your legs closer together when you felt his tongue lapping at your clit continuously. 

Mando was absolutely losing himself in the sounds you were making because of him. He was painfully hard inside his pants, aching for some sort of attention. In his mind, you were more important, you always were. It was easy to turn his focus to you instead of himself, especially when the noises you made were so sinful. All of his senses were filled with you. He took in your sickly sweet scent along with the moans and whimpers that filled the room. He brought one of his hands away from your thighs again. 

You arched your back once again when you felt his fingers teasing your slick entrance. Your toes curled as he flicked his tongue against your arousal and proceeded to press one finger inside of you. Mando gave a deep groan again as he moved his finger up and down slowly. He didn’t hesitate to insert another finger, which only made you moan louder. You were struggling to find the words as you were nearing your climax. 

“Mando…” you whined, unsure of what else you could’ve possibly said. 

You tugged on his hair, making him groan against you once more. Mando pulled his mouth away, but he continued pumping his fingers in and out of you at a moderate pace. He stayed put, wanting to keep your legs on his shoulders. His eyes gazed upon you, seeing how your eyebrows had furrowed together and your mouth was slightly agape. Your chest rose up and down, hands now clutching the sheets instead of his hair. You suddenly clenched around his fingers, orgasm pulsating through your body unexpectedly. It was all still new to you, which was why you were taken off guard by the feeling. 

Your moans were strangled as you rode out your orgasm. You balled the sheets in your hands and your breathing became heavier. Mando pulled his fingers away, but brought his other hand to your side. You felt his thumb trace at the side of your waist, calming you down. He brought your legs down off his shoulders, which made you relax a little. 

“Easy, easy,” he gently told you. Your body began to still and you brought your arm up to cover your eyes. You didn’t want to risk accidentally opening your eyes. 

The Mandalorian still stood on his knees as he watched you regain your composure. He pulled your dress back down over your legs and brought himself to his feet. You helped yourself sit up on the bed, your legs were still slightly shaking from what had happened. You continued to keep your eyes closed when you sat next to him. He scooted closer to you and gently cupped your cheek in his hand. A small smile formed across your features as you leaned into it. Your hand came over his and you pulled yourself away. You held his hand with both of your hands, and began to place soft kisses on his knuckles. 

Mando didn’t pull his hand away. Instead, his eyes stayed fixated on you as he melted into your affections. His hands had a rough feel to them, calloused and warm under your touch. It just showed you how difficult his life as a mandalorian had been. Your heart was racing as you thought about what else might happen that night. You didn’t want to say anything, as you were unaware of what he was thinking. 

“We don’t have to do anything else tonight,” he started. “if you don’t want to.” 

You exhaled slowly through your nose as you brought his hand back down. You gulped, thinking about how things wouldn’t be the same after that night. Mando didn’t let go of your hand as the silence filled the room. 

“I want to,” you responded, sheepishly. You tightened your grip on his hand for just a moment, and proceeded to pull yourself closer to him. 

He met you in the middle where your lips collided as they had before. This time, you both didn’t hesitate or hold back. Mando placed his hands on your waist and dragged you along the short distance there was between you and him. It was an awkward position, sitting there on the bed, so you made things easier and climbed onto his lap. Your lips fell apart from each other as Mando watched you blindly straddle him. He kept both hands on your waist and guided you to where you were comfortably situated. 

Mando sloppily brought his lips to yours, groaning as he did so. Your fingertips traced over the sides of his face as you parted your lips against his. A stuttered breath escaped your parted lips as the Mandalorian kissed you with a forceful passion. His tongue pried your lips apart, hesitant, at first. He seemed to be testing the waters for your consent. It was earned, and quickly, as you brought him closer. Your tongue clashed with his, and you could’ve swore you heard a moan in the back of his throat. 

The dress rode up your legs, exposing your thighs. A strong, calloused hand groped at your thigh, kneading along your skin as he tugged you closer. The heat and friction was almost too much to bear, a meed whimper escaping you. Mando’s lips broke from yours, traveling along your jaw instead. Absentmindedly, you tilted your head back, letting him kiss your neck as much as he pleased. 

The Mandalorian’s firm grasp allowed him to move you as he pleased, mouth still exploring your sensitive skin. He moved himself to where he could lay you on the bed again. You could feel the weight shift, his warm body atop yours. Your hand found purchase against his thick bicep as he settled between your legs. His restrained cock pressed against your heated core as he brought his kisses to a pause. All that could be heard was your slow exhale as you began to blush. Mando’s eyes watched as you brought one hand to the front of his chest. He still wore the beskar. 

“Take this off,” you muttered, kind of unsure if that was the right thing to say. Mando cocked an eyebrow at your soft spoken order. Wordlessly, he pulled away from you and found himself standing beside the bed. 

You didn’t waste any time sitting up. As Mando began taking off the armor, you found the zipper on the back of your dress and undid it. You managed to pull the dress all the way off your body and throw it to the floor. The Mandalorian was about halfway through removing the beskar armor when he noticed your naked body under the moonlight that seeped through the windows. His breath hitched, only to where he could hear it. He drank in the sight of you as he allowed his mind to wander further. He wanted to be inside of you, but he knew that just standing there and ogling wasn’t going to get him there. 

He tore his eyes away from you and continued removing the armor. You wished you could open your eyes and see what he really looked like underneath all that beskar he always wore. The thought alone made your head spin with desire. You didn’t think about it for too long as the Mandalorian got back on the bed with you. 

Your hands instinctively reached out, wanting to feel what was in front of you. He took your hands and put them on his shoulders. He pressed his lips to yours as you eased yourself backward until you lay on the bed again. Your naked bodies pressed against each other as your lips innocently melted together. The bed creaked as his weight shifted on top of you. His hands were pressed against the bed as he held himself above you. As you kissed him, your hands wandered from his shoulders to his chest. 

His skin was warm against your touch. Your fingers were splayed across his chest, blindly taking in what was always hidden under all the armor. It was the real him. No helmet, no beskar, nothing holding him back, just him. You desperately wanted to open your eyes and see him, but you understood why you couldn’t. Your breathing was calm as you took everything in, imagining what he could possibly look like. 

You began to squirm when he placed heated kisses on your collarbone. The kisses were filled with desire and need. Your hands moved across his skin, to his back. One of the Mandalorian’s hands cupped your breast and his fingers gently kneaded the flesh. It didn’t go unnoticed that he was quiet- his actions took the place of his words. Though you’d only been with him a short time, you knew he was one that spoke through his actions, which was something you’d grown quite fond of. 

A quiet sigh escaped your lips when you felt his thumb swipe across your hardened nipple. Mando soon pulled his hand away, which only made you huff for a moment. He replaced his hand with his mouth, making you shudder against the sheets. Your fingertips pressed into his skin as his teeth grazed over the sensitive area. His tongue flicked over your nipple and you choked back a moan in response. He groaned softly as he continued, and your breathing became heavier. 

You had a hard time keeping still. Your mouth was agape and your lip quivered. Without giving it any thought, you jerked your hips into his. Mando groaned deeply and somehow managed to tear himself away from your breasts. His cock pressed against the inside of your thighs, which only made you blush and bite down on your bottom lip. At this point, Mando wasn’t sure if he would last long once he was inside you. His cock was painfully hard as he situated himself in between your already spread legs. One of his hands gently reached in between your legs, feeling the warmth from your arousal. 

“O-Ooh,” you cooed as two fingers dipped into your slick entrance. Your eyes rolled back as he pumped his fingers for a few moments before pulling them out. Mando lowered himself to where his chest was pressed flush against yours, which only made things more intimate. 

“Is this what you want?” Mando whispered, his breath was warm against your skin as he spoke. He had to be absolutely sure this was what you truly wanted. Both of your breaths were heavy with anticipation. Your heart raced as your chest heaved up and down against his. 

“Yes,” you responded, voice full of anticipation and desire. “I want this, Mando. I want you.” You rested your slightly trembling hands on his upper back. Mando’s face reddened at your words. He’d never heard anyone say those things to him, that they wanted him. It only made him want you even more, give you everything you desired. 

Mando pressed his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. You hummed against his lips before you felt his weight shifting against your body. Both of your lips parted against each other as he pressed his hips forward. You moaned deeply into his mouth as his cock sank into you. Mando’s calloused hands grasped the sheets in his hands as your walls stretched around his cock. His eyes fell shut, overwhelmed by the endless soft moans that came from you and the feeling of being inside of you. 

Your lips fell apart from his and your eyes were squeezed shut. The Mandalorian thrust his hips forward gently, being cautious about hurting you. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you. Both of you groaned deeply in unison, unable to form any coherent words. Your fingertips dug into his upper back as your breath hitched, feeling some slight discomfort, but nothing you couldn’t handle. Mando caught your lips in his, hips rocking slowly against yours. 

With a ragged pant, the Mandalorian parted from your lips momentarily, taking a moment to admire your visage. Even with eyes squeezed shut, he found you beautiful. You could feel a shift on your left side, feeling his calloused hand grab at your thigh, giving him leverage as he thrust into you. 

Another needy moan slipped past your parted lips, filling the chambers with the sound of pleasure. Mando’s lips found your skin again, warm and rough as they peppered themselves along your neck. One of your hands slipped from his bronze skin to his hair- and you could feel him tense up. 

Even with your eyes closed, Mando felt somewhat wary. Nonetheless, he eased into your embrace, exhaling as your soft fingers wove through thick, disheveled tresses. His mouth was relentless, gracing along your neck with ease. His hips continued to roll, beginning to pound inside of you. 

With an increased fervor, you let out a cry of delight, nails beginning to pierce his skin. This gesture didn’t phase him in the slightest, as he continued to grapple with your thigh, rough fingers kneading into the tender flesh. Grunts left the Mandalorian, pleasured noises that joined your whimpers as the two of you engaged in a passionate entanglement. 

Your face was buried near his neck, eyes still shut tightly. Almost involuntarily, you kissed his neck, the sweet spot just underneath his jaw. An audible groan left Mando, who, in the throes of passion, said your name as if it were the only word that mattered. That was enough to send you blushing, a flurry of arousal as he clashed his hips with yours, cock driving deeper. 

Your toes curled against the sheets as you were nearing your climax. Mando grasped your thigh harder in his hand as his pace quickened. The heat between the two of you grew more intense as your chests collided together. You groaned against his neck and desperately whimpered as you chased the orgasm you so desired. You clenched around his cock, eliciting a deep, almost sinful moan from the Mandalorian. He gave a few more deep thrusts into you before your high-pitched moan met his ears, his name following after. 

Shockwaves of pleasure filled your body as you threw your neck back, letting your orgasm wash over you. Mando watched with lust and desire filled eyes as your body fell back onto the mattress, coming while he was still inside of you. It didn’t take long for him to reach his own climax. The Mandalorian’s body tensed up as he came deep inside you, not really thinking of the consequences that could follow.

Your heavy breaths filled the room as you both tried to regain your composure. Mando didn’t move from his position until your breathing had slowed to a moderate pace. He raked his fingers through your hair and proceeded to caress the side of your face. 

“That’s it,” he encouraged. He let go of your thigh, allowing it to fall flat on the bed. He leaned in closer and softly kissed your lips, causing you to relax underneath his touch. 

Once your breathing returned to normal, both of you moved, wanting to find the head of the bed. Mando refused to leave your side, wanting to make sure you were alright. As you lay on the pillow next to him, he pulled the blankets over your body before his own. You held the blankets close to your body, as Mando’s eyes gazed upon you. You were perfect. He knew nothing was going to stay the same after that night, and he was okay with that. All he knew was that he would still keep the promise that he made to you back when he first met you- to keep you safe. 

“Mando,” you began. He rose both eyebrows, wondering what you wanted to say. Whatever it was, he was listening. “Come closer.”

His weight shifted on the bed as he didn’t hesitate to do what you said. He settled closer to you, only for you to rest your head on his chest, one arm wrapped around him. You breathed out slowly, eyes heavy from how tired you were. The warmth of his body engulfed you as he placed his hand on your back. You opened your eyes, but knew not to look up at him. 

“Din,” his voice was low. Your eyebrows furrowed together, as you were caught off guard by what he said. 

“What?” 

The Mandalorian calmly sighed. “That’s my real name. Din. Din Djarin.”

Your eyes were wide as you let it sink in. He told you his name. For some reason, you felt honored that he would tell you his name. You knew Mandalorians were secretive and kept to themselves, so it hadn’t bothered you that he never told you his name. A peculiar sense of excitement came over you. You knew that he could trust you, and you didn’t want to do anything to ruin that. 

“Din,” you repeated, sighing. Your fingers ran across his bare skin gently as you basked in the warmth that was present between the two of you. 

It was a rare occurrence that he ever heard his real name. He never told anyone. It was comforting to hear someone say his name. He wasn’t just known as “Mando” or “the Mandalorian” to you anymore. He liked it better that way. 

The atmosphere was quiet and awkward. With it being your first time, you really didn’t know what to say or what to do. Instead, you just lay there, enjoying the calm that surrounded you. You knew Mando- Din, wasn’t one for words, but his actions spoke for himself. His hand ran up and down your back. He pulled you in closer, allowing your head to rest on his shoulder. Din placed a kiss on the top of your head. 

As the time passed and your eyes grew heavy, all you could think about was him and what the word “cyar’ika” meant.