Isla never much liked tattouine. It was hot, dry, sandy, and just smelled of a barn. However, it was where they had to go.

Sitting in the cockpit doing nothing with her Mandalorian friend was damn near all she had to do if she didn't prepare herself for such boredom. Isla pulled a small book from her satchel with a small pencil and began to sketch whatever first came to her mind. The pencil glided across the paper after every glance of the stars. It wasnt long until the likeness of the starry sky above them appeared on the page of her sketch book.

Boredom was not the only thing that Isla was trying to hold off. There was an ache in her heart. A very deep one. She missed somebody she loved very much, even more than Mando.

"This job should be easy enough, some Twi'lek jumping bail." Says Din reclining back in his seat.

"Hopefully this one doesnt put up too much of a fight. Last twi I picked up broke my fucking nose." Isla responds without looking up from her drawing.

The Mandalorian turns his head to her to say something else but instead decided to stare at her. He took in the soft features of her face. It was sort of cute the way her face locked in such concentration when she was into something. There wasn't a flaw to her.

"You ever going to show me what's in that book?" He asks inquisitively.

"No."

"Why?"

"Because I need some part of my life private. At least in my own opinion, Mando."

"Fair enough."

Isla slipped her pencil in the book to mark her place before putting it away. Tiredness had begun to make its presence known with a heaviness to her eyes.

"I don't know how you do it, but I'm not fucking up my back sleeping in this chair." Isla says getting up with a stretch.

As usual, the Mandalorian didn't say anything.

A bit annoyed at his lack of attention, Isla punches the side of his helm hard. Not hard enough to hurt herself however. Her wrist was grabbed swiftly and firmly by his strong, gloved hand.

"I have told you not to do that thousands of times." Din snaps at her.

"I don't care," She giggles slapping the back of his head with her free hand, "You're so up tight its funny."

"You're too small to play with someone bigger than you."

"Then I wouldn't be able to play with anyone. Everybody is bigger than me."

The Mandalorian grabbed her by her shirt collar with a sharp yank bringing her about an inch from his visor.

"Stop."

"Lighten up, Mando, eh?" Isla tells him before mushing the face of his helmet and making her way to the ladder..

Din sighed and laid his head back. She needed to stop playing so much. If there was something that he was not it is a playful man. Even when he was a child he didn't really play, especially with other children. Isla didn't care that he didn't like it and messed with him anyway. He'd be wrong if he didn't miss her annoying him when they were off doing their own thing.

With the push of a few buttons the Razor Crest jumped into hyperspace with its navigation set for tattouine. Now that he was alone with his own senses he could feel the sleeplessness of last night begin to make itself known. Isla's idea of a nap didn't sound so bad, especially since it'd be a few hours before they reached tattouine.

When the Mandalorian made to the lower level he saw the door to the second sleeping pod was open. Isla was sitting on her bunk and was pulling off her boots not noticing that she had audience.

He watched Isla's fingers fiddle with the pins that kept her hair in a knot and remove them making her tresses cascade down her back. Her hair was long, dark, and curly. So long in fact that an inch of it sat in her lap. She ran her fingers through her scalp with a satisfying groan and then turned to see that she was being watched.

"That's not creepy, not creepy at all." Isla chuckles.

Din smirked to himself and walked to the open doorway.

"You're never going to cut it, are you?" He asks trying to remember the softness of her hair.

"Nah, there's no real need. It doesn't cause me any problems."

"Well, you tend to smack me for laying on it."

"Nobody told you to lay on it."

"Then get it cut."

"No."

"You always have a rebuttal, don't you?"

Isla flips him her middle finger and closes the door to her sleeping quarters. She took her jacket off of her shoulders and followed with a hard stretch to crack her back.

"Dank ferrik..." Mutters Isla mutters to herself feeling a pain in her side from stretching.

Knowing what it was, her arms pulled her outer shirt over her head. The sleeveless undershirt was lifted ever so slightly to reveal a cut large fist shape bruise on her side that was in the later stages of healing.

The remains of a bar fight is what it was. Some perv had grabbed her rear and she smashed his face with a bottle of alcohol in return. He had picked her up and threw her into a table and chairs before she finished him off and it hurt for a while. It still hurt but no where near as much as it did. When it had happened she was sure her rib was broken but she got checked out and there was no break.

Before Isla could lay down the door to her room opened. Standing in the doorway was a shirtless Din with his helmet still on.

Her body felt a tinge that she hadnt felt in a while at the sight of him without his armor on.

"Din, we're on the clock." She says to him biting her bottom lip at the sight of him.

"We havent landed yet."

The door shut behind him with only the telling sounds of physical intimacy to fill the emptiness of the ship.

Din lays in the darkness running his fingers through Isla's hair. She was on top of him being the bunk wasnt big enough for her to lay next to him. He could tell by her breathing that she wasnt asleep but she was very still.

They had not always did it in the dark. It was something that she insisted they do around two years ago. Before then it had never mattered and no matter how much he asked her she never gave him an explanation. There was another explanation he was after from her that poked at his brain constantly whenever he was with her too.

"Are you ever going to tell me why you disappeared a few years back?" Din asks breaking the silence.

Isla sighed in his ear and sat up in his lap.

"I told you I had to lay low for personal reasons."

"For three years?"

"Yes."

The Mandalorian felt Isla climb off of him and after a minute the light was switched on. She was in only her shirt and her hair was askew as she grabbed her pants from the floor.

"I'm not here to be interrogated, Din." Isla tells him with a slight break in her voice.

"I'm not-"

"Stop."

Isla put her hand up to show she was done with the conversation and finished getting dressed.

Before he could say anymore to her there was beeping coming from the cockpit.

"I think we're here." Din mutters grabbing his trousers from the floor as well.

The Mandalorian buckled his belt and started to walk past his lover but was stopped by her hand on his chest. Isla ran her hands along his chiseled chest with a softness in her eyes. He held her hand wishing he could kiss it. Her hands her soft and a good deal smaller than his own with a gentle touch that she only gave him.

"Lets get moving." He tells her gently going past her to his own pod to put his armor back on.

Once presentable, the Mandalorian landed his ship on a hanger in Mos Eisley. The two of them stocked up on their ammunition before heading out onto the desert planet. Isla decided to walk ahead of Din as he was speaking to the mechanic about fueling up the ship.

The street was busy and she took in the sight of it. There were people of all kinds walking around buying things, trading things, and even making things as well.

"Ready?"

Isla looks up to see Din towering above her as usual.

"Yeah."

The two bounty hunters then began their hunt with the tracking fob beeping in hand signaling whoever they were after was close.