Isla felt all eyes on her as the two of them walked through town. Usually it was because they are staring at Din as Mandalorians aren't seen much. This time she knew it was because of her face too. They probably thought he did the damage, not that she cared.
The cantina was buzzing as usual with Greef Karga sitting at his usual spot. Isla makes her way to the bar and orders herself a much needed drink leaving her partner behind. As she downed the shot in front of her, Isla watched as the Mandalorian say down to talk to their boss. Her brow furrowed when Din put a tracking fob on the table and recieved credits in exchange. How did he get money for the job when they never finished it? A look of confusion filled her face whilst she watched him make his way too her.
"What just happened?" Isla asked him inquisitively.
"Did the job, got paid."
"We didn't finish the job."
"I did."
"I don't understand. You would've told me if you brought that guy back."
"I would've told you if I brought him back alive."
Then it hit her. She remembered that Din had told her he was leaving after he had gotten her to the ship that night. He left to go kill the alien that attacked her.
"Wow, I didn't know that. I thought I fucked it all up."
"No, I did. I had to make it right somehow."
"I'm sorry you had to take him down by yourself."
"Don't be. It was more of a pleasure than you know."
Isla smirks at him knowing that he did get pleasure in giving scumbags like that what they deserve.
"Are you staying here for a bit?" He asks filling the glass she had.
Din lifted his visor just enough to drink a shot. There was stubble on his chin and neck that showed he was in need of a shave. As she looked at it, Isla wondered what the stubble would feel like. Then another thought entered her head that she couldnt believe she hadn't asked herself before. If Din could lift that bucket enough to eat and have a drink then why has he never even tried to kiss her before?
The two of them had been sharing a bond for almost six years up to the point of having physical relations. A bond where she was trusted enough to know his true name. A bond where she even gave her own contribution to the natality of the Mandalorian creed out of love for him. Even with all that under their belt she still did not know what it was like to kiss the man she loved.
"Isla."
Din's voice made her thoughts fade away and she gave him a sad smile.
"No, actually. Im gonna take off tonight."
"Why? You should stay and heal."
"I just need to get back out. Be by myself."
"You don't always need to be by yourself.
Giving his pauldron a pat, Isla got up and made her way through the people that filled the place.
Indecisiveness crowded Din's mind. He was torn on giving her the space she wanted and going after her to demand that she stay with him. Seeing what that Twi'lek did to her on Tattooine ignighted a fire in him that he had not felt since he saw her for the first time. It was a fire that drove him to want to possess her and protect her.
Soon enough he made up his mind and was off to go find her before she took off for whatever wasteland of a planet as she tended to like those kinds. Being she planned on leaving tonight she would more than likely be on her way to her ship.
"You're not very inconspicuous, Mando."
Din stopped walking out and turned to the voice that spoke to him. Karga.
"What?"
"Let me give you some advice," Greef laughs with an arm extended in a gesture for Din to sit but he did not, "You don't see women like that every day. Someone that demands fear and respect while being positively lovely like she does is special. On top of that she's beautiful and intelligent which is a rare combination. But, that's nothing if you if you let such a prize be available for others to reap the spoils."
The Mandalorian gives him a half nod before resuming his trek to the ship yard. What Karga had said replayed in his head making him think hard.
One thing he knew for sure was that he did love her even though he never exactly told her. If she loved him she had never expressed it either. Their way of life didn't exactly have room for things like long term commitments but he fell in love anyway. In a way it embarrassed him and made him feel ashamed. It was as if he was playing with her heart as well as his own.
The shipyard was bustling but the Rogue he was looking for was one of the first ships he saw. It was beaten up looking thing but it was modified nicely. He forgot how she told the story but Isla had stolen it from some scrapper on Jakku when she was seventeen.
"Can I help you?"
The human mechanic servicing Isla's ship came up to him with confusion knowing this was not his ship.
"The young woman who owns this ship, where is she?"
"Haven't seen her since she landed the thing. Hope she turns up soon though. If I don't get paid soon I'll just have to sell it."
The Mandalorian handed him a pouch of credits.
"Square?"
"Yeah, yeah, we're square."
Din gave the mechanic a nod before heading up the open ramp of the Rogue. He sat on one of the storage containers and got comfortable. It took about ten minutes before he heard her voice in conversation with the mechanic.
Isla came up the ramp not very pleased as she knew right away he was inside waiting for her. Her arms were filled with supplies and her face filled with annoyance.
"You're not a very good listener." She says walking past him as the hatch closed behind her.
"Only when I feel like there's more to be said and not the one who needs to be listening."
Isla didn't say anything back and put her supplies away. A leather glove gently turned her around by her hip.
"We don't see each other too often, Isla. I'd rather we didn't grow distant." Din tells her with his visor cocked to the side.
"Din, we aren't going to grow distant. I just-"
"You don't need to explain yourself. All I ask is that you let me enjoy some more time with you."
Never has there been a time where Isla wanted to just rip his helmet off and kiss him more than now but she knew it would be horribly wrong. He'd probably have to kill her. Instead she settled for something else that she hoped would make him happy. Isla's arms wrapped around his waist in her awkward attempt at a hug. Soon after her chin was lifted by his gloved fingers so she was looking up at him
"Why are you always in such a hurry to get away from me?" He asks her with a bit of sadness in his voice.
"I have responsibilities, Din, to myself."
"I share mine with you, when I can. Why can't you share yours?"
"No, actually you can't. I'm not a Mandalorian. I don't follow the lifestyle you do. We live by completely different codes. We only share bounty hunting."
If she could see his face then she would have seen the look of hurt that adorned it.
"I thought we shared a lot more than that."
In truth Din was right. They did share a lot more. More so than he even knew. If he knew how much they really shared it would throw his world for a loop.
"Of course. We have shared more than that. Its just not something you'd understand." Isla sighs.
"Maybe I would."
"No, please just leave it alone."
Not wanting to push it any further and upset her, Din did as she asked. Through his visor he stared into the soft, light green color of her eyes. They were beautiful. Everything about her was beautiful. Even her stubbornness.
As much as he did leave it alone, it bothered him immensely. It didn't make sense to him. From the beginning they respected each others privacy. This however was something he knew was different. Isla wasn't the same woman she was before after going off the radar a few years ago. It bothered him that she refused to open up about it as they've confided in each other before. So, why would she feel she could not confide in him now?
"We could've been a force to be reckoned with. It's a shame." Din tells her with a cock to his helmet.
"It is. Especially since you want to let something like 'Dead or Alive' become an issue."
"Because you wouldn't bring in any alive. I never understood why someone as small as you would want to deal with dragging around bodies."
"Well, that's why I bring back a head if I don't feel like hauling them whole."
"Too messy."
"That's funny coming from a Mandalorian."
Isla's comebacks didn't always amuse him but it was what made her who she was.
Din put his hand on the small of her back and pulled her close to him.
"Would you be willing to stay for the night least?" Din chides her.
"Okay, I can do that."
The inn wasn't too far from the ship yard and was decent enough for a night's rest. To Isla a night in a bed rather than her cot on her ship was the better choice. That thin slab constantly gave her back aches.
They needed nothing extravagant. A bed big enough for too was sufficient enough and it was what they got.
Isla was always the first to get comfortable. Even after six years together Din couldn't immediately unwind around her. She always chalked it up to him being a Mandalorian not that it ever bothered her anyway.
By the time Isla had her boots off and her hair down Din had only just begun removing his armor. It had always amazed her how eloquent the craftsmanship of the Mandalorians were. It was such a sad thing that there was now so little of them.
Once Din was free of his armor he could feel the rigors of the day creeping up on him. It was only when he took off his boots did he breathe a sigh of relief. The tunic he wore under the armor soon joined his boots on the floor unsheathing his tan skin.
It always seemed kind of funny to Isla see him keep his helmet on all the time. He could remove everything but of course his helmet stays on. However, she knew that it was how he chose to live his life so she didn't make fun of him too much.
Din sat beside her on the bed looking at her state of undress. Her under shirt and underwear were all that was left on her while she laid back and rummaged through her satchel. Isla may be short but her legs were long with a lovely shape to them.
Taking her right ankle, Din puts her leg across his lap. His hand ran along her soft skin until he saw the stitches on her thigh on her cut that was now nearly healed. One of the joys of bacta. The small curve of her breasts along with her nipples popping through the fabric made his finger tips itch with desire.
Just before her could try venture his hand anywhere else Isla reached her arm to the panel that controlled the lights and turned them off.
After shutting off the lights Isla takes a deep breath in apprehension. She didn't know how he'd react to it but it was something she had to try. Placing her hands on his helmet, Isla began to lift it. Din grabbed her wrists to stop her as she expected.
"What are you doing?" He demanded sharply
"Can you see my face?"
"No, its too da-
"Then I can't see yours."
"Isla..."
"Shh..."
Isla resumed her removal of the beskar helmet that concealed the most forbidden and private part of her Mandalorian lover. The hiss from the seal made her heart flutter. Once it was completely off she placed it on the floor next to them.
The tension in the air was growing thicker by the second and it made her begin to have second thoughts on what she had just done. Isla placed her hand on Din's chest to feel that his heart was beating faster. Reaching higher, her hand slightly recoiled at the feel of the stubble on his cheek. It was enticing to feel the features of his face and paint her own image of what the light would reveal if it were able.
Grazing his bottom lip caused his breathing to become ragged. She then planted her lips on his own in a moment of sheer want. It felt like lightening. When no response came from him she felt her stomach fall.
"Din, I'm sorry. I-"
The feeling of Din's lips crashing into hers made her fall back onto the pillow with his strong body on top of her. Goosebumps erupted over her entire body as his tongue brushed her own inviting it to dance.
Rough, calloused hands ripped her shirt off of her body, literally. The same fate was given to her under wear and those same hands touched her in every way she liked. Din knew exactly where to put his hands to get her to make the small noises that he loved. However, this time was very different. Being able to use his mouth was a game changer and he was going to enjoy every second of it.
Kissing Isla for the first time had awoken something in him. Something primal that began to rip away at his self control and it felt more right than anything.
Instinct guided his lips to her neck where he sucked and nibbled on her clean skin. They then traveled to her chest making her squirm as he licked her hard nipples. Never had he felt more free in his life than now.
Soon enough, they were both as bare as the day they were born but not yet combined. This time between them was different. It was almost as if they were normal. A normal man and a normal woman that were enjoying the physical pleasure they could give each other.
"Do it already. Stop teasing me, please." Isla begged her lover as he bit her neck once more.
The Mandalorian did not have to be told twice by her. Doing as he was bid, Din took hold of himself and rubbed his throbbing head against her sweet spot feeling that she was quite ready for him. With a push forward he made her his once more.
"Fuck..." Din breathes as he started his first few thrusts.
Isla's lips found his once more making him go harder. Her legs wrapped around his waist tightly and she moaned into his mouth. The way he moved his hips was more addicting than spice. Isla held onto his back and moved with him. She heard him let out a groan in approval of her actions.
Wet sounds that came from the warm, thick chasm between her legs were beginning to take its toll on Din. If he kept up this would surely end before he wanted it to and he couldn't have that. Din slowed the pace down to one that could be easily controlled
"Give me your mouth, Isla."
Isla kissed him as he asked sending his mind into a frenzy. Din's strong hands grabbed her ankles and held them down next to her ears. He started to slam his cock into her once again causing her to make noises that told him she was getting close. When she told him so, Din sat up and took her by the throat.
"I didn't give you permission to cum yet." Din growled pumping into her slow and hard.
"That's not fair."
Hearing her start to whine and beg in protest for her orgasm drove Din mad but he wanted to stay dominant. What he didn't count on was Isla pushing him over to get on top of him.
Isla bounced on his cock in a way he wasn't prepared for. He clapped his hands on her rear and held her hips down as he trusted into her losing all self control. She said his name over and over in a hard climax the made her body shake. The way her insides contracted around his manhood was the thing that finally drove him over the edge.
Grunting hard, Din held Isla close to him turning the pace raw, primal, and down right dirty. He took her mouth again hungrily as he moaned hard with his cock pulsing in release.
Labored breathing filled the air as they clung to each other both physically exhausted. Despite the jelly like feeling in her legs, Isla climbed off of Din's lap and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
"Come here."
The Mandalorian put his arm around as she laid her head on his chest. Not being able to see it, Isla reached up and began to run her fingers through his damp, curly hair sending him off into a heavy, deep sleep.