You breath in the familiar smell of your UT-60D if you can even still call it one. After all you and Mando have made so many changes to this ship you improved the laser guns, built in a cleaning chamber, added a comfortable bed and who could forget the stunning silver and white paint job you graced this old bucket with. She is still the most beautiful ship to you even if she was just a pile of scraps when you bought her for a few hundred credits, the twi-lek who sold it to you clearly had no idea what he was doing.
Mando told you how his ship got destroyed and you offered to help him out until he'd find a new ship he liked. In exchange you only asked for help restoring this legendary gem of a ship, he had repaired his crest countless times which proofed to be more than helpful. Things obviously changed for him after the first time you swooped in and saved his ass. You just assumed that I was then and there when he realized your value, the two of you have become a powerful team ever since you might even call yourselves the best of the guiled.
You climb up into the cockpit, getting the ship ready for take-off, you could do this with your eyes closed. "Is it ok if I set the coordinates for coruscant? Get some weapons from the black market before we track the next one? " You yell. "Yeah why not" you hear him say. The ship moves so gently through the atmosphere, you are truly proud of your work. The buttons underneath your fingers beep as you enter the coordinates, until you can finally pull the leaver sending you into hyperspace. You swirl around in the chair letting your eyes glance over the cockpit. This feels like home to you, the buttons, the leavers all the green and red lights, the white noise created by the hyperspace, this is home.
You climb down in what used to be a cargo area, which now hosts a workbench, a cleaning chamber and even a carbonation chamber. "I'll go freshen up" you say to the Mandalorian who had already laid out most of his armor, except of course his helmet, on the work bench.
The metal floor beneath your feet feels cold but you have grown to like the feeling of the UT-60D on your skin. Your breath in deep breaths as the hot water washes off all the touches and kisses, he had left behind. It is still hard to grasp what happened in that cave, you never knew he'd actually do what he did, and you were not expecting to like it as much as you did. Stars he left you in pieces, you think to yourself cleaning the mess he had made between your legs. You close your eyes and think about how he felt, so big and strong, how his beard tickled your cheek when he kissed you. The thought of him fucking you sends shivers down your spine. You feel yourself getting turned on by just thinking about him fucking you hard again. "Maker" you whisper as your fingers start to draw tight circles around your clit.
The thought of him touching you is enough for you to moan in agony. How did he do that how did he get you addicted by just doing it once. Fuck you want him, you need him. You are going to get him, you turn off the water and dry yourself off and then you slide open the door wearing nothing but the loosely wrapped piece of fabric.
"Hey Mando" you say softly, leaning against the door frame. He lifts his head and turns it until his visor is piercing at you. Just as soon as he had looked at you for half a second you loosen the grip on the fabric, allowing it to slowly slide off of your body. He doesn't say a single word, why doesn't he say a word? You panic trying to not let him see that you are panicking. He turns his head back to the workbench and slowly lays down the tools he held, then his entire body turns back to you. "You dirty little thing" he almost mumbles. Thank the maker a response but not only that he starts to walk towards you. Each muscle on your body tensing up, you have no clue what you just set in motion. "You are so fucking beautiful" he says, now standing just inches away from you. His hands wrapping around your butt and he picks you up in one swift motion seemingly effortless. You wrap your arms around him pushing your chest against his and planting a passionate kiss on his neck.
He removes one hand to swoop of everything he had laid out on the workbench. The clincking of the falling metals barely louder than your heartbeat. He hands you the piece of fabric from yesterday "put it on" he commands. You just catch a glimpse of his naked sun kissed skin before the blindfold does its job efficiently. Once again you can only try to figure out what he is doing by listening carefully, you are pretty sure you heard his helmet hit the floor.
His strong bare hands are gently sliding down your body, starting at your neck and stopping on your knees, his hands stay there as he kisses you passionately. "Move closer to the edge for me" he whispers into your ear. You do what he asks of you and you feel him spreading your legs and sinking down in-between them.
"Makers" you gasp as his tongue slides through your folds. He is gentle and soft, it's a surprisingly different side to what you had experienced the night before. Your breathing is getting deep und uneven as his hot tongue teases you. He removes one of his hands from your knees and proceeds to slide two of his fingers inside of you. Stars the feeling of him pleasuring you sends shivers through you, instinctively you raise your chin and arch your back.
One of your hands clenched around the side of the workbench the other buried in his thick hair. "Fuck" you gasp as he removes his tongue from you and starts to softly bite your inner thigh. "You are stunning" he breathes into your thigh, the hot air of his words gliding over your skin. You want to answer to his compliment but as you open your mouth to do so a loud moan escapes instead. He closed his lips around your clit, makers how is he making you feel so good with so little movement. So seemingly effortless he gets you to moan out I'm pleasure.
His fingers buried deep inside of you rocking back and forth whilst carefully pressing upward, his mouth kept nearly still over your clit as his tongue moves in tight circles. Pearls of sweat are building up over your entire body and your moans are shattering on the metal walls of the ship. "Makers, Mando" you gasp, desperately trying to keep your legs from twitching, you don't want him to move you, you know it won't to take long until you orgasm if he keeps this up. Somehow, he just read your mind and uses his one free hand to pin one of your legs against the workbench.
Now the pearls of sweat are beginning to roll down your naked body. "I-im g-gon-na" you struggle to to speak. Your muscles tens up as the feeling of pleasure overwhelms you, your gasps and moans are breaking before the even leave you. The feeling he gives you, the sensation he has gifted you with, makers they make you feel like your soul is about to leave your body. Heat and cold taking turns spreading through your body.
The high of an orgasm hits you at full force. Your grip on his hair tightens, fuck you are probably hurting him, but you just can't let go. Your legs are twitching, and your moans scream to the makers, until the feeling rolls off of you after what felt to be an eternity.
"Keep the blindfold on until you hear the cleaning chamber door closeing" he says after removing him from in-between your legs. He didn't even wait until you stopped whimpering "wait" you blurt out. "Could- could you at least hug me" makers you sound pathetic, but he has made you orgasm twice now and both times he just left like it was nothing without even giving you the time to catch your breath.
He doesn't say a single word and just wraps his arms around you, his skin is so warm and smooth against you. You set your head onto his shoulders and place a gentle kiss on his neck. "Do you promise not to peek?" He asks. What a dumb question you have been with him for so long and not once have you even thought of doing such a disrespectful thing "I wouldn't dare disrespect you".
His strong arms slide down your back as he picks you up again "you need another shower, if the blindfold can't handle the water" he pauses as if he is not sure how to continue his sentence. "I will keep my eyes closed, I promise... Just make sure I don't bump into too much stuff" you whisper into his neck.
The hot water streaming over both of your bodies finally giving you the time to calmly get to know his body. Your fingers feel the bumps of scars from when the beskar failed to protect him, you spent as much time as you could exploring his body with the tips of your fingers. He seemingly does the same as he soaps in your entire body. The intimate moment the two of you are sharing came to a halt as the water caused your blindfold to hit the floor.
Your heart skips a beat as you hear it hit the floor with a splat sound, you promised to keep your eyes shut and you did, still it scares you. Just before you turn around to face the other direction to make him feel safe, you plant a gentle kiss on his lips. He wraps your arms around you "thanks" he whispers before letting go and stepping out of the cleaning chamber.
You are almost scared to open your eyes because you know once you do, it'll pull you back into reality, you'll walk outside, and he will be in a full set of armor again. But eventually you do, you stay in the cleaning chamber for a while getting dry and putting your clothes back on. "Is it safe?" You ask before opening the door all the way. He just answers with a short "yep" and you were right the beskar is right back where I thought it would be.
There isn't much time for you to do anything because as soon as you moved two steps out of that room the cockpit started peeping at you. It's time to exit hyperspace and enter coruscants atmosphere. Mando follows you into the cockpit almost collapsing into the passenger seat. You strap yourself in ready to enter the dense traffic of the busy planet.
Landing in coruscant isn't the easiest thing to do, the traffic on this planet is remarkably high. The way they managed it always confuses you, you rarely get to hunt here to few are smart enough to use the busy streets to hide in. Yet you have landed here often enough to find your way, besides you are one heck of a pilot. Even Mando said so once and you have never and will never let him forget that.
The hydraulics of the draw bridge hiss behind you as you make your way down to the street level. Your thoughts are being drowned out by all the commotion. Oh, coruscant how you love and hate the people here, you see so many species and you hear at least six distinctively different languages being spoken at the same time. Mando staying tight by your side, you like to imagine that the people move out of the way because of how fierce you walk but you know that they move because of your beskar covered companion. Whatever you know that you could take all of them even if only armed with a single dagger. The dagger you have been keeping a tight grip on, pick pockets are everywhere and you do not want to lose sometimes that means so much to him.
The side streets of coruscant are light with an obscene amount of neon signs, of course you stay clear of the more prestigious areas like the parks and monuments. Two bounty hunters in those kinds of areas always spark unnecessary trouble you can gladly live without. After a good forty minutes of walking you reach the noodle place Mando had told you about. You can't remember the last time you had a warm meal cocked for you, so you actually order something at first without the 'extra spicy powder on top'. What a lame code for black market weapons.
It feels weird eating with him just sitting there, you feel guilty, but this is the creed he chose to life by, even after he had broken it for the safety of a child. The food still tasted amazing, even more reason to feel bad for him. You order your drink, this time with the spice, from the server who is of a species you actually fail to recognize. You down the blueish ale in one swig before following the waiter to the back Aly.
This one is barely light and reeks, you really don't want to know where that smell comes from. The only source of light in this tight ally is the control panel the grumpy looking waiter huddles towards. He presses a few buttons and the wall seemingly opens, revealing a good 20-30 blasters, a hand full of knifes, one spear and you can hardly believe your eyes, a light saber.
You look at Mando "which one do you think fits me?". The blasters are all very different from each other, but a blaster still is a blaster, you have had many over the years and had developed a liking towards the bigger more robust kind. He picks one out of the bunch it is silver, black and white, it seems robust to you and fits your hands perfectly. You inspect the weapon carefully, it seems sturdy well taken care of and clean to you "how much are you asking?". The waiter opens up a small panel and stutters "600 cre-cred- credits".
That price seems to be fair for a weapon of this caliber, so you don't even bother trying to push the price. "What about the Speer?" It's a sleek and elegant weapon perfect for when things get dirty. Once again, the man opens the panel "200 cred-di- credits". Also a perfectly reasonable price, Mando was right about this place. You reach into the pouch you had tightly secured to your belt "I'll take em both"
As soon as the man handed you your new gear and left you turn to Mando "who would have thought you knew me that well, the first weapon you picked an immediate winner" you say with a smile on your face. This feels better, no longer defense less finally geared up again. You grab the Mandalorians hand and place the dagger in it closing his fingers around it "I believe I won't be need this anymore". He kneels down and slides it back into the side of his boot "I don't think you actually needed it, I've seen you knocking people out without weapons before." What a nice compliment that was, you can't help but smile all the way back to the ship.
You open the storage compartment of the ship and hook your new weapons into place. "Do you even know how to use that spear?" You ask after the long sleek piece of beskar catches your eye, he has never used is since he joined you. "I didn't get trained to use it but the few times I did I managed pretty well" you hear him say from behind you. How odd weapons like these are so much more elegant and a fair bit more civilized than blasters "I could show you a thing or two if you ever want to use it again" you say now gliding your fingertips along the beskar.
Standing still you come to realize how tired you have become, it has been at least two days since you last slept. "I'll go and catch some sleep, good night" you say trying not to yawn. You climb up into the cockpit, planting your tired body on the bed. Just seconds before your eyes fall shut you press the button which tints the glass allowing no light to shine into the cockpit and a second button which raises a little barrier between the two beds.
