A/N: Well, this is my first (and maybe only) Jango story. It's originally based on a dream I had that I decided to explore and expand, and it turned into this two-shot, lol. I thought about continuing it past Part Two but I'm still not sure, so for now it'll just have these two chapters. Enjoy!
Part One
Jango Fett crouched motionlessly on the roof of what could only be described as one of the tallest buildings on Coruscant, peering over the east-side ledge as the environmental sensors in his suit adjusted to keep him cool in the warm weather, maybe even a little too cool for his taste, but it was something he'd deal with and adjust later. He had an assassination to carry out, a bounty that he'd picked up while on a supply run after meeting with Tyranus to discuss the Kamino cloning contract, but as he wasn't due on the planet for several more months to a year while they prepared the facility for the large army it'd have to hold, he'd decided to whet his appetite and keep himself entertained – after all, he'd chosen this profession for a reason and he surely didn't enjoy being bored.
He'd been watching his mark, a young heiress by the name of Talya Serilla, for almost a week, getting accustomed to her patterns while simultaneously keeping an eye on the security system – the man who'd hired him had warned him that it was the best money could buy, but he knew it was of no consequence; he was better, much better. It was his policy not to ask questions when it came to a bounty as straightforward as this one – the man wanted the woman killed, for one reason or another that he didn't particularly care about, as long as the person who hired him paid up and their credits were good, and they were. He'd been given half of the payment in advance, some of which he'd used to buy supplies and things of the sort while a smaller portion of it had gone towards a specific type of poison – undetectable, untraceable, and perfect for what he'd been hired for: to make it look like she'd died in her sleep.
He pushed a button at the side of his head to get the time and smirked beneath his helmet – if her routine was anything to go by, she'd be fast asleep by now, especially after the lengthy ball set in the lower levels of the skyscraper her father had just hosted that she hadn't seemed too eager to attend, not to mention how weary she'd looked by the end of the night, finishing off her usual routine of removing whatever she'd been probably made to wear along with the make-up, followed by a shower, sleeping attire and drying her long hair before tucking herself into bed. He reached into his utility belt and clipped a medium-sized hook to the edge of the ledge, attaching the cable within his gauntlet to the hook so he could rappel himself down the side carefully and quietly; truthfully, he much preferred to use his jetpack, but it would be much too noisy and emit too much light in the night sky for his current assignment. When he reached the balcony, he pushed a button on his wrist and the cable and hook retracted, the cable back to its original position while he returned the hook to his belt, allowing him time to pull out his com unit and attach it to the security panel on the outside of the doors leading into the bedroom.
Within seconds he overrode the system (thanks to having kept a close watch on anyone who used it) and he looked through the main functions for any that could be of use, letting out a dark chuckle when he found one that merely stated: soundproofing. He briefly wondered why the hell anyone would have such a thing when he recalled the various instruments he'd seen the woman practicing in her large, spacious bedroom as well as a sitting room that was attached to said bedroom by a set of double doors, two places she seemed to spend most of her time in besides the other adjoined rooms that also must've belonged to her private chambers. He unhooked the com and put it away as he approached the glass doors of the balcony, catching a brief glimpse of his reflection in them before he turned the knobs and pushed in, ensuring to remain silent as he stepped inside and stealthily made his way towards the four-posted canopy bed, noticing the smaller form resting peacefully in her slumber. He would've normally shut the doors behind him but decided to forego it since this would be an easy one, he'd be in and out and he didn't want to have to waste time overriding the security system again to leave.
He began to approach the edge of the bed when his senses peaked, causing him to activate his cloaking mechanism mere seconds before his mark shifted slightly in her sleep and slowly sat up, looking around in groggy confusion as she tucked a stray, loose curl of light brown hair behind her ear and glanced in the direction of the balcony. For the briefest moment, he was sure she had an idea that someone was there but the thought flitted away when he watched her large, dark brown eyes shift from the balcony down to her covers with a sigh, pulling the sheets away to reveal a shimmersilk negligée that left her tanned legs bare up to her thighs and made the alpha male inside him shudder, but as usual he was able to keep it under control. He stood still as she slid herself off the side of the bed and grabbed a black robe off a tiny hook attached to one of the bedposts, putting it on and foregoing footwear as she walked to the open balcony doors.
"No wonder I felt cold. I could've sworn I left these closed before I went to bed," He heard her voice murmur, allowing himself a few steps aside so he could easily follow her movements as she stepped onto the balcony and placed her hands on her arms, glancing up into the glimmering Coruscanti sky and allowing herself a few seconds of appreciation before she turned away with a sad smile and stepped back inside, closing the clear doors behind her. She ignored the soft beep the security system made when she shut the doors and instead walked back towards the bed, removing the robe and hanging it back up in its place before she stood at the edge of the bed, seemingly lost in her thoughts as she stared at the bedsheets before her but didn't make another move to get beneath them.
Jango took this as his cue and he turned off his cloaking to save his suit some power, just in case the woman had figured out that someone indeed was there. He didn't want to chance her trying to run or cause some other type of ruckus so instead, he stepped forward just a few lengthy strides and wrapped one arm around her torso to hold her still while placing his other hand over her mouth, feeling her stiffen in surprise and smirking when his blood began to pump harder in his veins at the prospect of her putting up a good fight. His mirth ebbed away to confusion when her body, instead of struggling against his grip, seemed to relax as she tentatively pressed her back against his front, gently resting her head on his chest and shoulder, her frame only a few inches shorter than his own. He half wondered if she was expecting him to be her lover, but took this as an opportunity to use the hand he previously had over her mouth to reach for his belt, not expecting her to scream but knowing nobody would hear her even if she did.
"You're here to kill me, aren't you?"
Her soft voice distracted him long enough for him to realize that she knew he couldn't possibly be anyone good, which made him wonder why in the world she would react in the way she did. He merely grunted in the affirmative as he went to reach for his belt again, freezing in place when the woman, not much younger than he, spoke up again.
"Can I…can I ask you for a favor, before you do so?"
Intrigued and a little bit bewildered, he chose to keep silent to allow her to continue, his senses still predatory and his body ready for any type of surprise she might try or have in store for him. He felt her shift uneasily against his armor, hesitating as if she was unsure how to ask or why she was even about to ask him this before she continued, her voice now a whisper that he was able to discern without much difficulty.
"I want to know…" She trailed off, closing her eyes to try to gather the nerve to ask her hired killer something like this, but she needed it if this was her last night alive, "I want to know what it feels like, to be wanted, desired…what passion and lust do to someone in the throes of it. I know it sounds foolish, and you have no reason to grant me this, I understand, but…it is the one thing I'd like to experience before you end my life."
Jango stared at the woman pressed against him with his mouth slightly ajar beneath his helmet, wondering if everything he'd just heard had all been part of a figment of his overactive imagination. Was she really asking for what he thinks she was asking for? All too sudden he became aware of the warmth of her body pressed against his even through his armor, as well as the sweet scent of her hair infiltrating the olfactory receptors in his helmet, inwardly cursing the man who hired him for having chosen such a stunning woman for a mark. The majority of him, the Mandalorian alpha in him, screamed yes, take the offer and satiate a need that hadn't been fulfilled in a long time, too long; after all, who was he to deny a beautiful woman the only thing she asked for before she died? But the rest of him, the untrusting and hardened part of him yelled no, that it was all a trap to bait him and for her to attack him as soon as she had the chance – after all, there had been other women who had tried before (some even bargaining it in exchange for their lives), except he hadn't been idiotic enough to fall for their tricks.
As if sensing his apprehension, Talya took in a subtle breath before speaking again, her voice not as quiet as previous but still soft, "There is a blaster in my nightstand drawer, and a knife under my pillow. The security system is on but not armed, so even if I yell out the safeword, it won't do anything. Although I'm sure you could disarm and kill me before I could ever even reach any weapon."
Jango eyed her suspiciously beneath his helmet, not releasing his hold on her as he leaned to the right and opened the drawer, pulling out the blaster and tossing it roughly aside before leaning forward to reach beneath her pillow and removing the knife, doing the same with it. He turned the idea over and over in his mind, knowing that there was truth to her words and that he could just as easily snap her neck with his bare hands with only an extra bead of sweat that he wouldn't have if he had his armor on. He slowly released her torso and felt her body pull itself away from his, not because she was going to try to run but because she was nervous, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her short nightdress as he took a step back, her body still not facing his. A sly smirk took over his face before he reached up and unlatched his helmet, removing it from his head and feeling the warmer air of the environment around him envelop his cool cheeks. He set it down with a gentle 'thud' on the same night table the blaster had been housed in, watching as the woman before him turned her head slightly to glance over at it inquisitively, curiosity in her brown eyes as he chose to test her before deciding whether he would move forward with this or not.
He closed the distance he'd just made between them and placed his gloved hands on her shoulders, feeling her body begin to tremble at his touch and trying to recall a time when he'd had such fun teasing a woman, but none coming to mind – usually the companions he'd had were for the night only, each seeking their own pleasure from the other but neither taking the time to enjoy the moments leading up to it, which was exactly what he was doing now. He ran his hands over her shoulders and down her arms, noticing the trail of goosebumps he left in his wake until he reached her wrists, tugging them back behind her suddenly enough for her to let out a soft gasp but not so forcefully to cause her any pain – he wanted to be somewhat gentle to start, he could always get rougher later on depending on how she handled it.
He wrapped his right hand around her wrists, keeping them tied behind her, and used his left one to touch her bare thigh beneath the thin fabric of her chemise, tracing his fingers upward and across the matching material of her panties. He heard her suppress a whimper when he slid his covered fingers across and just barely under the hem of them, teasing her before he moved his hand up and over the shimmersilk gown, tracing a line upwards and between her breasts, until he reached her throat and she tilted her head back, resting it against his shoulder with her eyes shut as her breathing quickened. He smirked at the effect he was having on her by such simple touches, and used that same hand to move her hair and head so the right side of her neck was fully exposed to him, wasting no time in reaching down to press his mouth to her skin and watching as her plump lips parted slightly in response, just before he ran a soft trail upwards with his tongue until he reached her ear.
"Is this what you want?" He asked gruffly, his own voice full of lust as he felt her nod against him, a voiceless confirmation of what was to follow.
"Yes….please," She whispered, expecting him to continue but snapping her eyes open when, instead, she felt him release her and step away, the removal of the warmth from his body causing a chill to go down her spine. She stood stunned, staring at the wall across her briefly before she blinked a few times, confusion marring her features until she heard a few clicks and thuds similar to when he'd removed his helmet. Her mouth began to water involuntarily as she thought about what she'd really asked this man, the same man who'd been hired to kill her, for and before she changed her mind she scolded herself, remembering that she'd promised her younger self a long time ago that if she was ever in this situation, to do her best to go out on her own terms. And damnit, this was her own terms – she wanted exactly what she'd told him, and even though she hadn't seen his face she'd felt his body and the strength within it, even if it'd only been through his armor. She had a feeling he couldn't be that much older than her by his voice and the fact that it wasn't an easy path to take to get to her balcony which meant he was probably younger and in some sort of good shape, so she knew that even if she had to die by the end of the night, she'd at least die at the hands of a man who had nevertheless honored her last wish.
She was shaken out of her self-induced stupor by his voice, still deep and gruff, ordering her to turn around. A tiny sliver of panic rose up within her when she realized she was about to see his face, the face of the man who would take the virginity she'd guarded (although it didn't truly matter at this point since he would take her life as well), and she swallowed slowly before steeling herself and finally turning, eyes glued to the floor. She took a small breath as her eyes found his tanned feet and slowly trailed up his strong legs, her peripheral vision spotting the rest of his armor and body suit in a pile to her left, with his belt on the nightstand next to his helmet. She didn't let it distract her much as she continued, noticing he was almost completely naked save the black, tight underwear he still wore, obviously the only part of the reinforced body suit left clinging to him. She tried to ignore the growing length beneath them as her gaze moved to his abs, perfectly etched into his darker skin and causing her pink lips to part slightly, her brown orbs finally landing on his face, although at that distance it was too dark in the room for her to easily see all of his features. Although to her it had felt like hours, it had been only seconds between when she'd turned around and took in his form, her breath catching in her throat when he began to undertake the few steps between them. Her long, curled eyelashes swept over her cheeks as she shyly looked away, not wanting him to feel like she was staring at him until she felt a finger underneath her chin that was there only long enough to force her to look up, and for the first time she met his brown eyes with her own.
"Show me," He spoke, his voice deep and husky as he tried to hold himself back from taking her right then and there. His senses were overwhelming him, her beauty coupled with the scent of her arousal that would only get stronger weren't helping to keep him in check but the last thing he wanted was to force himself on her – he would never stoop to that level.
Talya felt a sudden shimmer of courage surge through her veins and she reached out, breaking their gaze to watch her hands move over his chest and up his neck slowly until she reached his face, a smile tugging at her lips as she realized how alluring he was to her, and had they been in any situation where her life wasn't at stake, she would've considered herself indubitably lucky. Her thumbs gently caressed over a few of the scars on his face and she could feel him watching her, both curious and unsure as to what she was doing but not stopping her, which gave her enough of a push to continue. She slowly ran a hand down to rest on his shoulder, moving the other behind his neck as she simultaneously pulled him towards her and lifted herself up to meet him, her eyelids lowering and not shutting fully until their lips had met. Her kiss was chaste at first until she felt him grip her hips firmly and pull her towards him, the fabric between them causing friction as he deepened the kiss hungrily, ravenously.
She parted her lips to allow him access as their tongues fought for dominance, the shyness she'd originally felt dissipating as she gave in to her body's deepest carnal desires. She felt his rough hands grip her bottom before he easily lifted her and she took his cue, wrapping her smooth legs around his waist and feeling the warmth of their sexes mixing through the only thin material separating them, their kiss becoming more ragged and mad as she shoved her fingers in his short hair. She didn't even realize they'd been moving until she felt the cold wall against her back, causing her to pull back in quick surprise but smiling slightly as he wasted no time in using their brief separation to lift the short gown off her body. She felt him wrap an arm around her waist to keep her close as the other cupped one of her breasts, his fingers deftly kneading and massaging it enough to elicit soft whimpers from the younger brunette.
Whenever he couldn't take this sort of teasing anymore and her scent grew too strong he reached down and tore the panties off, not caring for cost or consequence and knowing she didn't either when she caught his lips in another passionate kiss. Curious to see her reaction, he reached and slipped a finger between her folds, feeling her body tremble at his touch but she didn't make an audible reply until he slipped that same finger inside her and she moaned into his mouth.
"You're so wet," He growled, each of his senses in a whirl as he felt her tug lightly at his hair in an attempt to steel herself but failing miserably, knowing that her body was, without a doubt, now his.
"Don't stop," She pleaded, her breasts pressing against his chest firmly as he continued to hold her up against the wall, small beads of sweat trickling down their backs in the semi-cool room.
"Not a chance," He managed before adding another finger, this time using his thumb to rub circles against her clit and feeling as she dug her nails into his back, her breath lost in the time and space between them.
"Oh gods, yes," She groaned, feeling slow waves of pleasure crescendoing up her frame with each movement, his thick and experienced fingers working her into putty. "You're going…to make me—" He felt her body respond before her mind had a chance to follow, her words vanishing in the midst of her climax. She writhed against his fingers and, when her body had managed to catch up to itself, she felt him remove his fingers and she held back a whine at the sudden emptiness that she hadn't ever experienced before. She pressed herself tighter against him and brought her lips to his neck, repeating the same motion he'd used on her earlier and traced a line up to his ear, releasing her inhibitions as she whispered the words that would ultimately seal her fate, "I want you inside me."
Those five words echoed in his mind and drove him into more of a frenzy than he already had been, knowing that he could no longer hold himself back and was more than willing to give her exactly what she was asking for. He didn't even realize when he'd slipped his underwear off but when he felt he was free, he lined himself up with her entrance and slowly, almost torturously, made his way inside. He watched her face for any signs of true discomfort but found only a mix of pleasure and pain, the former being much more prominent than the latter. "Fuck, you're tight," He managed to utter, his voice low and harsh and full of need. He let out a loud groan at how snug she felt around him, the sensation causing a wave of pleasure to roll from his head to his feet.
Talya tried in vain to catch her breath in the short break as they adjusted to each other, but it wasn't long before she needed more of him and she brought her lips to barely graze his, her voice a soft whisper as she spoke. "I'm yours," she began, her dark eyes full of lust as she met his own, "Just fuck me."
Jango could tell that curse words were foreign on her tongue and it only served to spur him on further, the taboo of what they were doing asphyxiating them in the longing and craving they had for one another. He began to pump in and out of her, slowly at first to allow her to get used to the feeling but when she caught his lips in another heated kiss he moved faster, relishing not only the feeling of her but the soft whimpers and groans she was trying and failing miserably to control. Even he himself was having a hard time controlling his responses, but he never missed a beat as he reached for her wrists and pinned them above her head, keeping them still with one hand while he placed the other behind her lower back and pulled her towards him, the slight change in angle causing both of them to moan in unison. He watched her face closely as he felt her body tremble against him, the beginnings of her orgasm showing its signs and he saw her gaze longingly at him through lowered lashes, biting her lower lip as he sped up even further and felt her walls begin to clench around him. He felt her body shudder as she cried out, her carnal desires fulfilled as he felt himself about to peak, finally releasing her arms only for her to place them around his neck and place her hands behind his head, pulling him in for an ardent kiss. He wrapped his strong, tanned arms around her frame and pressed their bodies even tighter together, only managing a few more thrusts before he completely released himself inside her, the strength of his climax causing him to pull back from her lips just enough to groan and utter a few curses in Mando'a.
The two of them attempted to catch their breath for a few moments while still wrapped up in each other, and Talya barely registered him moving about slightly with her still in his arms. She opened her eyes fully when he stilled, looking into his as she reached up with one hand and placed it on his cheek, gently tracing a scar with her thumb as she'd done earlier. She felt the sharp sting of a needle being placed into her neck and she smiled, leaning forward enough to place her lips on his and give him a tender kiss, one that, to her surprise, he returned just as softly as he injected whatever substance was inside into her and letting the syringe fall to the ground. She pulled back, feeling her body become sluggish while she managed to whisper a soft 'thank you' to him, resting her head in the crook of his neck just as her body gave in and her vision turned completely black.
There was a soft knock on the door that quickly turned into loud banging, causing the ringing in her ears to heighten briefly before the sound dissipated and gave way to a voice on the other side of the door, calling out to her. She let out a soft grunt of disapproval as she slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes with her knuckles gently before looking around her, noticing that everything was in its usual place.
"Just a minute!" She called out, hearing the banging subside as she shook the grogginess off and furrowed her brow in confusion, tossing the covers off of her and scooting to the edge of the bed. "Did I dream all of that last night?" She wondered, sliding off the edge of the bed and managing to catch herself on the nightstand as her legs tried to give out from either exhaustion or whatever he'd given her, her eyes widening as she realized there was a slight ache between her thighs and even though she was wearing the same nightgown, she wasn't wearing the matching underwear, or any underwear for that matter. Flashes of the previous night's events popped into her mind and she felt her cheeks getting hotter, achieving a pink hue as she pulled off her robe from the hook and wrapped herself in it, walking over to the bedroom door and opening it slowly to see the head of security standing there, relief etched into his features.
"My lady, I'm so glad to see you're alright," the older male sighed, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, "I was afraid I was going to have to override the security to check on you."
"What's going on?" She asked in confusion, opening the door wider so she could step through and closing it behind her, entering the sitting room.
"Well, one of your…" He hesitated, pausing momentarily before deciding to continue, "...uh, sisters was killed last night in her sleep. Your father has ordered a total lockdown until he figures out who was behind this. In the meantime, he's decided to allow the rumors that you've been killed stand, in hopes that it will help bring out whoever threatened your life. He's gone to Chancellor Palpatine to speak with him about this matter and see if he can assist, as they are good friends."
Talya sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear but trying not to show that she knew anything, "So now I can't even go outside? Even to the market with the cooks? As if I wasn't caged enough as it is!"
The older man smiled sadly, resting a hand on her shoulder and squeezing it gently, "I know the servants enjoy your company when you go with them on supply runs, but your father deems it too dangerous for now. He has cancelled all upcoming events and visits until further notice. Don't worry, I'm sure we'll find out some information sooner than later and it won't be long until everything is back to normal."
She gave him a somber nod and watched as he stepped away and through the doors opposite her to exit. She bit her lip nervously as she entered then closed the bedroom door behind her, walking over to the balcony and opening its doors to step outside. She rested her elbows on the taller ledge before her, cradling her head in her hands as she tried to make sense of what she'd just been told, the eerie sense of being watched never having left her since she awoke. She knew the man who'd been there last night had been the one to kill her 'sister,' although decoy or look-alike were more accurate, but she just didn't like calling these women that – even if the only blood sibling she did have was married and off on another planet. It was their job to protect her, and being killed was an unfortunate possibility of their duty, but that didn't mean she liked it any better. Her father was an abnormally paranoid man, and it had become much worse as his wealth had skyrocketed and her mother died while giving birth to her, which made him treat her like a porcelain doll to remain in its box.
She took in a deep breath before lifting her head, resting her chin in her hands as she looked out the Coruscant skyline to see various cars below and a few clouds above. She didn't understand why the man hadn't killed her and ended someone else's life instead, especially when he was probably duty-bound to fulfill his contract. Why would he risk it? Could he have possibly known that her father would react in this way? The news of her 'death' would surely reach the ears of whoever had hired him, which meant that technically he would still be considered to have fulfilled his duty and, once her father found the person who set the bounty, that person would be executed and nobody would be any wiser as to what had really happened. But what had really happened?
She straightened herself up, the index finger of her right hand drawing nonexistent lines atop the marble surface of the balcony. Her hair fluttered in the breeze as the memories came to her, feeling a warmth cascade down her body as she recalled the way he'd held her so securely in his arms, the two of them bathed in pleasure as he'd ravished her body while she'd given herself completely over to him. If she closed her eyes she could hear his voice, smell his delicious masculine scent, feel the way his hard muscles moved against her soft body. She absentmindedly lifted her fingers to her lips, her eyes still shut as she traced their outline and remembered the way he'd kissed her, the lust and ardor returning to her as she half wondered if she'd been crazy for asking him for such a thing. But even if she was, she didn't regret it one bit, and although some might think she'd lost her mind, she secretly hoped she'd see him again.
It'd been over a week since her father had left, and he'd sent her correspondence telling her that he'd probably be gone for at least a few months. She knew that he was chasing leads on who the so called 'hit man (or woman, since her father didn't know which and she wasn't about to tell him)' was and who had hired them, all the while conducting his usual business deals to make it all appear normal to anyone who didn't know the tiny details. He'd been gone for months many times before, and she'd usually been allowed more freedom during those times since she didn't have him watching over her, but this time was different. She found out the hard way that the entire security force had been warned not to let her out, their lives threatened and depending on her safety which was their current number one concern. She hated it, all of it, and she wondered if maybe learning some tactics on self-defense would allow her more wiggle room to spend time outside, but she knew it was a silly thing to think because her father would just tell her that she can't defend herself against a blaster shot, which was technically true, even if she was a pretty good markswoman after convincing the head of security to teach her when her father was away.
She made her way through one of the large halls towards the indoor swimming pool, usually preferring the outdoor ones on the lower levels or the west roof but being banned from it as well, due to the fact that it was 'too exposed.' She walked past the guards on either side of the doorframe and opened one of the double doors to let herself in, pausing midway through the doorway and looking at the guard posted to her left. "Why don't you two go take a long dinner break or something? I'll be in here for a while, and I'd like to not be disturbed unless it's an emergency." She told him nicely, knowing that they'd probably been standing there for a while and watching as he merely nodded and responded with 'Yes, m'lady' without even so much as a glance in her direction. She gave him a small smile, thanking him before stepping in fully and closing the door behind her, barely hearing the receding footsteps outside as the lights turned on as soon as they sensed her presence. She walked over to the control panel and activated the lock on the doors, hearing them click before glancing over her shoulder and noticing the wall opposite her was covered. She turned back to the panel and touched a few buttons on the screen, hearing the soft whirring of the motors as what had previously been covering the wall split into two and seemed to be pulled into the adjoining metal walls, revealing a completely transparent surface, floor to ceiling. She smiled at the view, knowing that the only way her father would allow her to use this pool was because the wall wasn't really transparent but more of a one-way mirror, where she could see the outside world but they couldn't see in, instead seeing merely a reflection. She dimmed the lights so that it was mainly dark and most of the light came in the way of the Coruscant moons and stars, but not so much so that she couldn't see in front of her or around the pool area. She walked over to one of the lounge chairs and slipped her tank top off over her head and high ponytail, revealing a silver halter bikini top that tied at the back of her neck and just below her shoulder blades. She then removed the comfortable pants she'd been wearing with the matching silver bikini bottoms underneath, folding both items neatly and setting them in that same chair.
She made her way over to the steps leading into the pool and used them, feeling the warmth of the heated water on her skin as she descended her way in and walked into the shallow end, the liquid reaching up to her waist. She placed her cupped hands in the water and pulled them upwards, watching as it slipped past her fingers as she recalled her father telling her that the water inside all of the pools in their home was pure and had originally come from the waterfalls of Naboo. She sighed, making her way to the deeper end to begin making laps while wishing that instead of bringing the water here she could visit it herself in person, but she hadn't been off-planet since she was very little and her father not so overprotective. She so often felt like a bird trapped in a cage, and even if she could have anything money could buy, all she really wanted was to be able to have friends, meet other people, and spend time exploring what the galaxy had to offer; even her 'sisters' weren't her friends except for one she'd grown up with from early childhood, the others having been forbidden friendships to save her the emotional anguish should any of them be killed instead of her. It didn't make her feel any less guilty that someone died in her instead, and she'd spent many times, day and night, looking out her balcony in hopes of seeing the only person that could answer her question why.
She took a break from the laps and waded to the edge of the pool nearest the clear wall, crossing her arms atop it and setting her chin on them, her feet moving absently as her mind wandered off. Ever since that night she'd still felt like someone had been watching her, which wasn't anything new except this time it had felt friendly, almost familiar. She'd kept hoping that it was him, knowing that it was silly but still doing so with all of her body and soul, feeling a pang of emptiness or desperation when she'd wake up in the middle of the night and he wasn't there, trying to understand how she'd gotten to feel this way about someone she barely knew, only one of the explanations she'd given herself being that he'd technically spared her life. She'd woken up this way every night since, only able to fall back asleep after she'd thought of him or that night or both and touched herself, pretending it was his hand and not hers.
She shook her head slightly before making her way back to the stairs, exiting the pool and walking around one edge a few steps before stopping, turning and looking out to see the beautiful skyline before her. She smiled and placed her hands gently on the seemingly clear surface, about to take a deep breath but freezing when she heard a voice behind her.
"You've been looking for me."
She whirled around, the ends of her tied long, wet hair clinging to her skin as she pulled away from the glass-like wall to face the person who'd just spoken to her. She felt her breath hitch in her throat as she saw him, resting casually against the wall opposite her with his arms crossed in front of his chest. He was wearing the full armor she'd only seen in a pile before, his helmet distorting his voice slightly but she knew there was no mistaking it, the man fully clad before her was him.
"It's…you," She managed to whisper, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart while her eyes followed his movements as he made his way around the pool towards her, as if he was stalking his prey. She knew he was watching her closely through his visor and, even though he was in his full armor, she found herself even more attracted to him than she'd already been, the grace and masculinity with which he moved in it only adding more fuel to the proverbial fire that had started between her legs. She watched as he removed his helmet, tossing it into one of the chairs nearby without missing a step, the heavy material almost breaking it as he finally reached her, stepping in front of and looking down at her. She reflexively stepped back and swallowed slowly when she felt the cold of the translucent wall behind her against her back, noticing he wasted no time in closing the gap between them. He placed a hand on either side of her head and slowly lowered himself to be at eye-level with her, causing her to place her hands on his armored chest and bite her lip nervously, knowing it would be futile to try and push him away.
"How did you get in here?"
"I'm the best bounty hunter for a reason," He paused, allowing his lips to widen into a sly smirk, "And I've been watching you."
The way he said it made her blush, as if he knew what she'd been doing to herself at night, and she glanced away shyly for a brief moment before locking her eyes with his again, her voice soft as she spoke. "Why didn't you kill me?"
"Why didn't you turn me in?"
Backed into a corner, she parted her lips to speak, noticing the way his eyes briefly flitted to them before returning to her own. "I told you," she whispered, her fingers gently curling against his armor, "I'm yours."
He almost growled at her response, the Mandalorian in him causing his testosterone to skyrocket from her words as he pulled her against him with one arm and placed his other hand behind her neck, capturing her lips in a wild kiss. He felt her reach behind her and undo the straps of her top, releasing her long enough to remove his armor in record time, the snugness of his body glove almost painful against his erection. He felt her tug at his pants as he removed the top, stepping out of them and reaching forward to untie the sides of her bottom, allowing it to fall to the side before he pulled her up and pinned her body between his and the wall, knowing nobody could see in but almost wishing they could so they could see how good he fucked her. He felt her legs wrap around his waist and he wasted no time in entering her slick folds with his fingers, knowing exactly what both of them needed but wanting to toy with her first, his voice throaty as he spoke.
"I've seen you, every night," He began, hearing her whimper against him as he added another finger, "Fucking yourself and wishing it was me," he continued, her whimpers turning into moans as he began to rub circles around her swollen nub, "For some reason I couldn't leave," He added, reaching up with his other hand and fisting her hair, tugging on it enough for her to reveal her neck to him, "I stayed until I couldn't take it anymore," he nipped at her neck, feeling her body begin to tremble as it climbed to its peak and she dug her fingers into his back, "I knew I had to have you again, and again, and again," he growled, thrusting his fingers each time he spoke the word until he heard her stifle a curse and she came, her body trembling against his as she struggled to catch her breath.
She looked up at him through lust-filled eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately as he held her against him. She barely registered them moving until she suddenly felt the warmth of the water around them, and she deepened the kiss in the set of seconds they were underwater after he'd jumped into the pool. After they emerged, she felt him walk to the edge of the pool and pulled her up as if she weighed nothing, sitting her on the end of the smooth marble and causing her to look at him in wonder and slight confusion.
"Don't worry, I'm not done with you yet," He chuckled darkly, placing her legs over his shoulders and gently scooting her towards him, giving her a teasing lick between her thighs as she gasped in delight and tilted her head back, spreading her legs further open as much as she could to help him gain access. He took the invitation and began licking her inner folds slowly, hearing her moan louder and louder as he sped up and began tracing circles around her nub, every so often suckling on it and hearing her beg him not to stop. When he felt her body getting close he used a couple of fingers inside her, having the desired effect as it was only another second or two before she came and he lapped up some of the saccharine nectar, looking up at her rosy cheeks before pulling her down into the water with him.
Talya wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him and feeling his hard length teasing her entrance. She slowly lowered herself onto him, watching his face as it twisted in pleasure at the way she felt around him, both of them letting out a soft groan in unison. She felt his hands on her hips as he began to move in and out of her, the sensations overwhelming her as she dug her nails into him, causing him to let out a soft grunt of approval as he sped up, feeling as she began to find a rhythm against his thrusts, the two of them increasing their pace and friction even inside the water. He released one side of her hips and cupped one of her ample breasts, hearing her urging him to continue even though a blaster bolt to the head couldn't stop him. He felt himself getting closer to climax and moved even faster, her moans helping him cross the threshold simultaneous to her and the two of them reached for each other, locking their lips in a heated kiss as they slowly came down from their high.
She placed her hands on his cheeks as they parted slightly, their lips still grazing as they looked at each other. She slowly moved her right hand down to rest on his chest, remembering the feeling of him inside of her for the times when he wasn't near. "Will you tell me your name?" She asked quietly, her dark eyes locked onto his as she caressed his cheek with her thumb.
Jango searched her eyes for malice, having seen much of it in his business and knowing that it could strike at any time. Something inside him, however, told him he could trust her, although his name was widely known it wasn't yet tied to the bounty placed on her head. If she'd really wanted to, though, she could've just as easily described him or his armor to her father, who would undoubtedly know who he was as it was as unique as he.
"Jango Fett," He finally replied, watching her face light up as her eyes smiled along with her lips, letting out a soft chuckle at her reaction.
"Jango Fett," She whispered, knowing he probably already knew hers as she kept her hand on his cheek but moved the fingers of the other to trace across his lips, watching them before she met his gaze once more, "Will I see you again?"
"Yes," He replied confidently, knowing he still had more time on Coruscant and a couple of other bounties he'd picked up while doing his recon for the only one he technically hadn't carried out, "But after that, I can't say."
Her smile widened, and she leaned forward to catch his mouth in a fervent kiss, both of them deepening it as he pressed her up against the wall of the pool, pulling her close. She let out a soft moan as he bit her lip, pausing only to return the favor and hear him growl at the feeling of pain mixed with pleasure. She reached up with one hand into his hair, gently tugging on it to pull him back barely enough so that she could speak softly into his lips, "That's good enough for me."