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Chapter 40 - Home

Fayra didn't see him for the rest of the day or night. Not even the next day. Mando had gone to his room and had not emerged. To her knowledge he'd never been away for so long. After cleaning Blue up she didn't have much else to do. She kept busy finding things to organize. She began in her room, then the galley. She thought about tackling Mando's weapons but decided that might be pushing her limits on what she could get away with.

Blue kept her company, that is until the third day. He hasn't spoken to her since she sent him hurtling past Mando's door trying to lure Mando out. She had woken that morning worried that something was wrong. She still hadn't seen or heard him.

He was always busy around the ship, performing his same routine and tasks over and over. Fayra, also couldn't stop thinking about how he had touched her. She wondered what it had meant. He touched her like that several times before, but that time something was different.

She dressed in a long, flowing cotton dress with small straps and a split skirt. She slid her fingers through the scarf he'd given her and smiled. She'd have several days to think things through and realized that going to the waterfall alone was a mistake. Not because she was nearly captured by Pac, taken back to the Client and probably been killed. She fought Pac, all on her own. She was proud of that. Proud of herself for being strong and surviving.

Going alone was a mistake because Mando hadn't been there. She wanted him there. She wanted to feel him next to her, to touch him and to feel him touching her. She wanted to have conversations with him. She wanted him to show and teach her more. Simply put, she just wanted him.

After everything that's transpired between them she wanted to thank him. She really hasn't done that. Though at times he was difficult, demanding, and vague, he deserved to know how much she appreciated him. He has done so many things for her. He rescued her on multiple occasions. He has protected her, kept her safe, and put food in her stomach. He didn't take advantage of her when she gave him the opportunity. Most importantly, he's pushed her to be more and made her stronger. The fight with Pac proved that.

As she approached his door slid open unexpectedly, she jumped back a little and peered inside. The bed was empty as was his desk chair. She turned to search the rest of the ship.

Today made four days and she couldn't be without him anymore. She was in love, though she wasn't sure exactly what that meant. Being caged and chained didn't support the idea she could have a life, let alone love. So she never thought about love, but she knew she was. In the pit of her stomach she knew it, she could feel it.

The only question on her mind was, would he have her? Her stomach turned to fire when he ran his thumb across her lips once they got back to the ship. She wanted him to keep going, she needed him to take her right then and there.

As she approached the flight deck, she heard a commotion from below. The bright training lights lit up the entire area. She heard Mando grunting and growling as he hit and kicked his way through the practice dummies. Fayra sighed, she couldn't disturb him now. She'd have to wait. She laid down next to the entrance and listened as he trained, at least she could be thankful he was up and about.

Fayra began daydreaming as she waited. She wasn't sure how long she'd been laying there, before she'd heard silence. Her eyes popped open. She didn't want him to find her there. She moved as quickly and silently as she could manage. As she entered the galley she heard him on the ladder. She made herself busy while her heart was pounding at the anticipation of seeing him and hearing his voice.

She heard him pause at the entrance of the galley and for a long excruciating moment there was nothing but silence. Fayra hoped he'd come to her, touch her again. Instead the footsteps receded away to the flight deck. Utterly defeated she went ahead and made some tea.

Fayra worked up enough courage to go to him, after all, she concluded, they'd have to speak eventually. She poured him a cup of tea and made her way to the flight deck. He was in his usual spot. She stood next to him, he was in his full armor today.

"Made some tea." She sat it down next to him.

He peered up at her and nodded. She smiled.

He moved and began switching his controls around.

"Wait!" She grabbed his hand. "Before you go and do whatever it is you're going to do, I need to speak with you first."

He swiveled his head slightly and then up at her, but stayed silent.

"Well…" Fayra began. "I wanted to tell you thank you. And not just for recently, but for everything. I've thought about it for a while and even for the training." she shook her head at how ridiculous she was for refusing to him. "You were right, I needed it. And I want to keep it up too. I mean if you still want to teach me. I just wanted you to know how grateful I am. If you didn't have that helmet on I'd kiss you."

Wait! Did she say that last part out loud, her face heated.

"Well I mean, you know. I'm just thankful. So thank you."

She leaned down and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"You're welcome." He replied. His voice shot through her. Hearing him, knowing he was here with her. She began to cry, her knees buckled. She squeezed him a little harder not wanting to let go. Her stomach flipped when his hands came up and pulled her down into him.

"Fayra."

"Yes."

He pulled her from him and lifted her chin to see her eyes. "You can thank me by fighting, by surviving."

She nodded her understanding. "Can I ask you a question?" Her yearning for his touch heightened when she felt him underneath her. She caught herself involuntarily pressing her hips into him.

He nodded.

Her breathing grew heavier, she wanted to feel him so badly. She silently begged him too. She was beginning to lose her nerve and looked down. She was afraid of his answer. Mando didn't allow it, he held her gaze.

"Well, I want to know if there will be more to this, to us? Or if you're just gonna watch me for the rest of our lives?"

"Thought Xi'an scared you away."

She took his hand from her chin and began caressing his gloved fingers.

"She did." Fayra's breath hitched. She swiveled around pressing her back into his chest. She grabbed his other hand and brought them both around her. Wrapping herself in his arms. She leaned her head back on his shoulder. "It would have been nice to get your side of the story." She pressed her hips into him again, arching her back a little more.

"There isn't one, Fayra." She stilled at his words, breathing heavily. "I was young and angry. Xi'an fed that anger and I allowed it."

"So, that's it? That's how you would want me? Like her?"

He snapped his hands from hers and grabbed her wrists, locking them at her chest. "I'm not looking to relive the past, Fayra. If I wanted you like her, I would have had you long ago."

His sudden movement sent her heart into overdrive and her groin to fire. She moaned in response. He released her.

"Manny." Her hands found his again and began tugging at his gloves. "I want to feel you. I want you to touch me." She gyrated into him, her face heating from her confession. "I'm sorry, but I do. If you don't... I feel like I'm going to explode."

Mando's gloves slipped off, Fayra let them fall to the floor. She guided his hands to her abdomen. The area between her legs pulsed and began throbbing at the feeling of his hands so close.

"That makes two of us, then." He replied. Fayra's heart flew and she pressed further into him, thrusting against him. He wrapped an arm around her waist and glided his other between her breasts and then her neck, squeezing lightly. Her back arched in response. He caressed her for a few breaths and brought his hands back.

She clicked the snap open on his vambraces and slipped it from his forearms. When his hands moved further down hovering just above where she throbbed for him. She moaned and wiggled her hips.

"The dress." He growled lowly.

Fayra grabbed her dress and lifted it over her head. Mando watched as her body tensed at the chill in the air, he shifted under her.

He slid his hands up her body again, around her breasts and grazing her nipples. Then down, dangerously close to where she ached for his touch. Fayra cried out, pressing into him. Partly in protest and partly at the sensation of his touch; the thing she'd be longing for. His skin on hers was all she could see.

Mando continued caressing her body. Then with one hand he glided up and squeezed her neck gently, then to her jawline gliding his thumb across her lips. He felt her heated breath heavy. With his other hand he slid down stroking her clit gently. Fayra moaned and cried out, arching her back in response. He held her firmly against him.

Mando gently slid his thumb past her lips, and caressed her tongue. He withdrew and slid his hand down to her breasts. He moaned at the feel of her body responding to him, her wetness increasing with every touch. She clawed at him, whimpering, as he continued to stoke her. She was on the edge of climaxing already and he'd only just started. Her skin began glowing that bright light.

Mando applied more pressure. She moaned with each stroke. Then she cried out. Her thighs clinched against him. She trembled, then her body tensed and dug her fingernails into his forearms as her orgasm rocked her body. Mando wrapped his arms around her pressing her close.

"I want more." She demanded breathlessly, bucking against him. She turned to face him, mounting him, sliding her legs on either side of him. She slid her hands down his chest and unbuckled his belt. Then his pants. Mando stopped her and secured her wrists together at her back, holding them with one hand. With the other hand he pulled her head back to look into her eyes. She moaned her protest, gyrating against him.

The last time they were in this position he saw fear. This time he saw nothing but desire in her eyes. That did more for him than seeing her completely exposed and vulnerable, ready for the taking. He released her, grabbed her hips and lifted her. In his desire to take her, he quickly positioned himself and lowered her back down, forcefully sliding himself into her, penetrating her deeply.

She screamed at the piercing sensation, pushing away from him. Her skin went dull as she braced herself, hitting the ship's gears. The ship jolted, raddled, and accelerated forward. Fayra was thrown back against Mando. The length of him filling her completely. She screamed again at the penetration. Mando acted quickly, reaching around her, snapping switches back into place, the Razor Crest settled back down. He took a moment to ask himself why everything had to be so complicated with her.

She was tight, tight like a virgin. Mando knew she was inexperienced, he just didn't realize she was this inexperienced. Fayra gripped his chest, unmoving and trembling. Her head rested against the side of his helmet and he could hear her heavy breath.

"Fayra... have you been with a man?"

"Yes." She whispered.

Mando heard the deceit in her trembling voice.

"That was a lie." Mando stated, knowing the position was painful for her.

"Then why ask me, if you knew?" She closed her eyes, hiding her embarrassment.

"I wanted to hear you say it."

Mando grabbed her hips. Fayra tensed, her breath hitched in fear. Mando lifted her away from him and he slid out of her. Fayra gasped loudly. She braced herself, locking her fingers around Mando's wrists. He stood taking her with him.

"Is that why you didn't take me in the cargo bay?" She asked, breathless.

"No, I would have taken you regardless."

"Then why stop now?"

"I'm not."

He scooped her up into his arms and carried her to his quarters. Fayra's stomach fluttered in anticipation for what was about to happen. Experiencing an orgasm was overwhelming, experiencing his full hardness inside her was unexplainable. It was odd, she thought, when he penetrated her it wasn't pleasurable, especially when the Razor Crest threw her forcefully onto him, that was painful. But she wanted more of it, of him. She continued to throb as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

The door to his quarters slid open. Mando pushed Blue away with his foot as he tried to follow them. He sat her on the bed and took her covered wrist in his hand, untying the scarf concealing her tattoo.

"Do you trust me?"

She looked at him suspiciously and giggled, why would she be sitting, naked on his bed offering herself to him if she didn't. "Um, yes."

Responding more to her giggle he asked again.

"Yes." She replied more seriously.

He came closer, wrapping the scarf twice around her eyes and securing it with a knot. Fayra had to force herself to keep still.

"What are you doing?" She asked

He slid his hands down to her chin lifting it and caressed her lips with his thumb. Her heart leaped. She swallowed, nervously. He slid his hands down her arms to her hands as he knelt in front of her. He held them securely.

"This is important Fayra," he began. "Are you listening?"

"Yes."

"Keep your hands low. You can not touch my face. I cannot kiss you. If you reach up and try to take off the blindfold, I will have to stop you."

Fayra swallowed again. His tone was dangerous and low.

"Do you understand?" He asked.

She nodded.

"No Fayra, do you understand?"

"Yes." She answered.

She felt him recede from her, then heard shuffling noises, and some clanging sounds. His rules along with the fact that she was naked and blindfolded turned her nerves into fears.

As Mando undressed, the lights began flickering. He looked at Fayra, her chest was heaving and she trembled slightly. He knew she wanted him, she was ready for him, but she was no frightened. Mando wanted her as well, he was prepared to do anything in order to have her, but he wouldn't reveal himself. However, he was dangerously close to turning her into a bonded mate. He has never let anyone get this close to him, and has never been intimate without the majority of his armor, especially his helmet. Fayra was different, he couldn't explain it fully, but he was willing to take it as far as he could for the moment.

He approached the bed and sat down next to her. She jumped inhaling a sharp breath, unexpecting his movements.

"It's alright, Fayra."

His voice sliced through her thoughts. She realized his helmet was off and she could hear his actual voice. Mando took her hands. He shifted into a seated position facing Fayra. He pulled her into his lap, guiding her legs to either side of him. He gently leaned her back a little at a time. Moving slowly, he intended to savor every feel of her. He leaned forward, lifting her hips up and slid into her.

She tensed, her mouth opened slightly drawing in a sharp breath. He reached down stroking her clit, to offer some pleasure as he stretched her. Mando was in disbelief when her body gave in and she climaxed again. He felt her throbbing and pulsing as her inner muscles tighten around him, pulsing. Her skin brightened and illuminated as she cried out. When she settled down, she moaned making small circles with her hips.

Mando reached out hooking his arm around her pulling her into a seated position. He pinned her arms under his, she complied, wrapping them around his back. Her fingers dug into his back as the position allowed him to go deeper into her. She moaned and gasped as he filled her, her breath in his ear. He held her there as he thrust into her slowly again and again. Her nails dug deeper, it was too much for her.

Mando shifted and lowered her to the bed. Fayra held on to him. Feeling the bed beneath her she let her arms fall and find his chest. His muscles were well defined as she glided her hands up, stopping at the base of his neck when she felt him tense. She glided them across his shoulders and down his arms, then back up and down his abdomen. Fayra's stomach fluttered as she felt his muscles working for her.

Her thoughts ran wild. On one hand she was experiencing something she'd never had. The sensations of having a man inside of her, on top of her, touching the parts of her body no had before. Not to mention the overwhelming power of her orgasms, which felt as though she would die at the end of them. On the other hand, she was with the man who's been her savior, protector, and teacher. A man she longed for, to feel, to touch. For the rest of her life she would remember this moment knowing there was no one better she could have spent it with.

Fayra felt the full length of him inside her, it didn't hurt as much as she feared. The pleasure of having him far outweighed any pain. Mando lowered himself closer to her. He urged her to bring her legs up to his hips. He began thrusting slowly, and cried out at the new sensation of him moving within her. Arching her back, she moaned as he pushed and pulled. She dug her fingers in the chest, as he increased his speed little by little. She felt the presence of his face so close to hers, his breath in her ear as he moaned his pleasure. Fayra's body began to tremble as another climax built. She cried out at the pleasure it was creating.

She began losing herself in the pleasure taking over her body. Her thoughts completely disappearing into a fog. She began following his rhythm and moving her body to match his movements. She reached up, gliding her fingers to the nape of his neck, then up through his hair. With the other hand her fingertips found his jawline and then his lips, brushing against them gently.

Suddenly Mando stopped. A firm grasp tightened around her wrists and pulled them down. Mando placed them against her chest. She cried out as her body went into a frenzy, protesting the inability to climax when she had been so close.

"N-no." She moaned breathlessly. Then the fog in her brain disappeared. Fayra realized what she had done. Her heart sank then began pounding. He had warned her not to touch his face, to keep her hands low. She didn't mean to do it, she couldn't help it. She wasn't even thinking.

She felt Mando's chest heaving. "I, I, I'm sorry." she said, trying to catch her breath. "Please." She begged. Mando felt her hands trembling, her thighs pressing against him. Her entire body tensed and began shivering. It wasn't from the cold, but from what her body was experiencing.

"I didn't mean to." She begged, shaking her head. Mando could hear the tears in her voice and sighed.

"It's alright, Fayra." He couldn't be angry, even though he had threatened her. He knew, deep down, she'd end up breaking his rules. Just like she had done countless times before. This situation was no different.

He moved her hands up and pinned them on either side of her head. Her chest heaved in fright on what she had done.

"Listen to my voice, Fayra. It's alright." He whispered, trying to calm her.

Mando took a deep breath. He slowly pushed, thrusting into her again. She moaned and cried out loudly for him. He quickly picked up the pace, it only took a moment for her to climax, but this time Mando didn't stop or slow. He continued as her orgasm hammered all around him.

She squirmed and pushed against his hands, but he continued as she cried out for him again and again. Fayra felt another orgasm building. She was in disbelief of what was happening to her body. She could barely breathe, her lungs couldn't expand anymore, she felt as though she couldn't continue.

Mando had complete control of her body. She had no choice but to give in to him and submit every part of her. She screamed at the pleasure of another orgasm.

Mando didn't stop. He took a few more long, deep strokes before he climaxed, releasing all he had built up. Fayra shuddered as she now felt him throbbing inside her. He moaned and grunted his satisfaction as he slowly came to a stop. He released her wrists and Fayra drew them to her chest. Her entire body went limp

Mando raised up, breathing heavily, running his hands down her body to her hips. He pulled her into him, and held her in place for a moment longer, savoring the feel of her.

Her body glowed brightly, her perspiration made her skin shimmer. He grunted, slowly withdrawing from her. She whimpered at the sensation of him leaving her body. She wanted to reach out for him, to stop him, but she forced herself to keep her hands in place. Mando watched her, catching his breath. He could see the insecurity overwhelming her, she was unsure what she should do as his body left hers. Mando slid his hand to hers. She gasped and moaned at his touch.

He laid down pulling her up next to him. She gyrated against his thigh, entangling her legs with his. He pulled her arm across his abdomen holding it in place. He guided her head to his chest as she tucked herself into his arm.

Still blindfolded, Fayra could hear his heart beating hard against his chest as she lay with him. She thought it was the most beautiful sound in the world. He was always hidden and closed off from everyone. But right here, right now she had him and never wanted to let go.

Her legs and fingers continued to caress him. She couldn't stop from moaning the pleasure she felt of his bare skin connecting with the parts between her legs.

Mando pulled a blanket over her, Fayra involuntarily arched her back at the sensation. She couldn't help herself, her body was on high alert. Although she knew she couldn't take anymore of him at the moment, it didn't stop her from craving more.

"Settle down, Fayra." Mando ordered, cutting through the silence roaring through her ears. His voice sent vibrations through her, she gyrated against his thigh. She heard a low growl in Mando's chest.

"Manny?"

"Hm?" He growled.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I wasn't thinking… I couldn't help myself." There was one downside to the whole thing, she touched his face. Felt his lips and ran her fingers through his thick hair. She wanted to do this again, but thought she would not ever be allowed.

Mando peered down at her, Fayra's skin was returning to its normal luminosity.

"I didn't expect anything less from you."

Fayra wasn't sure if that was a scolding of complement. She wanted to ask if he would have her again, but she chickened out. She was too afraid he'd say no.

"Are you angry?" She asked instead, trying to feel him out.

He did answer right away, Fayra's heart dropped. Mando wasn't sure how to answer. On one hand he was, but more with himself than her. He crossed a major line with Fayra, although sex with her wasn't forbidden. Sex was encouraged, it released tension and stress. It made better warriors on the battlefield. But with Fayra, it was pushing his limits and it went farther than he's ever allowed. Only a bonded mate was allowed to see and touch his face.

He'd never felt a strong enough connection with anyone to consider the possibility. For the first time in his life he wanted someone enough to possibly allow it. He wanted her, all of her. After what just happened, he wanted even more. But being a bonded mate to a Mandalorian required sacrifice, he didn't want that for her, but he wanted her to want it.

"If I was, you'd know it." He replied. He glided his hand up Fayra's arm, grazed his fingertips against her neck and up to her lips. He pressed his thumb to her lips moving it from side to side. She nuzzled his hand and moaned, pressing her hips against him.

"Go to sleep." He growled a low laugh.

She laid there, listening to the rhythm of his breathing and beating heart returning to normal. She drifted off to sleep wishing they could stay this way forever, but knowing they couldn't.