{Disney owns Star Wars universe and characters, not me. Warning: depictions of physical arousal, sexual acts, nudity, general erotica, adult language. 18+ only, please.}

The distance between his arms and the bed was greater than anticipated, and Fuleen coughed as the breath was knocked out of her.

"Sorry! Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

She laughed, drawing her knees up, letting her skirt fall around her hips. He bit off his words, sliding his hands up the outside of her thighs. She closed her eyes, arms bent above her, and tilted her head back. When nothing more happened, she opened them again, bending her neck awkwardly to see what he was doing. Which was nothing. He just sort of stood there with his hands on her upper thighs, staring at what existed between them with uncertainty.

"Everything alright?" she asked.

He pursed his lips.

"It's… been awhile for me…"

"Yes, all day. It's amazing how you held yourself back." She spoke with humorous sarcasm, but she knew what he meant.

"I wasn't all there, last night. I don't remember what I did."

"Well, it wasn't anything terribly complicated…"

He sighed and sat next to her on the bed. She groaned and covered her face with her hands.

"Gods damn you, Mando, all you have to do is fuck me."

"It's not that simple-"

She rolled to her side to face him, propping her cheek on her knuckles. "It's simpler than you're allowing it to be."

"I've never done this… that I can remember, without my helmet on."

Fuleen bit her lip to keep from laughing. "Do you… do you want to go and get it? I'm fine, if you do. If it'll help."

"It probably won't."

She rolled over and buried her face in a pillow, exasperated.

"Look… the last woman I was intimate with betrayed me and left me for dead."

She didn't know how to respond to this without sounding unkind. Men were always so horrified when a woman made them the victim, for a change. They were blind to the daily perils of just existing as a female. For a moment, Fuleen empathized with Din's ex-lover.

But she knew better. Din was not an average, devolved man. He didn't act like the usual risks she took when her loneliness drove her to seek fulfillment. He didn't grab her like a thing to be used; didn't talk over her and expect silence from her. She didn't feel the need to have a blaster handy, just in case.

"I know how you feel."

She rose and left the room.

Din rasped a sigh and dropped his head into his hand. He growled at himself and softly pounded his temples with his fists, whispering, "whatisswrongwithyou?!"

He jolted in surprise when Fuleen appeared in the doorway a few minutes later, fully naked, and holding his shiny helmet.

"I want you to wear it. It will make you feel safe."

He was dumbstruck, brown eyes flicking between points of great interest, and nodded.

She set the helmet down, and pulled his thin undershirt over his head, dropping it. Her green skin reflected in the beskar as she settled the heavy helm in place.

"Better?"

He nodded again.

He allowed himself to be pushed back on the bed, didn't protest as she pulled his greaves and undershorts to his ankles. He shivered under her hands as she slid them up his thighs, tracing his subtle abdominal muscles, lightly raking black nails across his pectorals. He whimpered low in his throat as she gently grasped his phallus, mewled as she pulled back the foreskin. She watched his head jerk back as she licked the sensitive, reddened tip.

He bucked a bit, involuntarily, when she slid it into her mouth. She groaned around him when she felt his hand grasp her short hair, pulling. She let him guide her up and down; heard him rasping shuddering breaths. He yanked a bit harder, pulling her off of him, reaching ineffectively for the rest of her. She took the hint and crawled over him, straddling just below his hips. He ran his hands around her thighs and over her round posterior covetously. Bracing her hands on his chest, she ground against him, dragging her clitoris along his shaft. His hips rolled in reciprocation; they moaned in unison.

"Please… I want to be inside you…"

The way his voice was muffled by the helmet was oddly erotic. Fuleen obliged.

He exhaled sharply as he was guided in. She lowered herself, grasping the helm's cold metal on either side, inhaling as she rotated her hips. She smelled gun oil and ozone, and the musk of his sweat. The combination somehow made her mouth water.

She gasped as he thrust upward suddenly, sinking his short nails into her upper thighs. She felt his pressure deep in her belly, painfully good.

She braced her weight on her knees to better allow him room to move. He held her tight while he found an unhurried rhythm, gentle enough and at the right angle to just tap her G-spot. She rested her forehead against cool metal as she came, hissing breath and crying out. He couldn't restrain his own pleasure much longer, thickening inside her and plunging deeply as he released.

She relaxed on top of him, lifting her head so she could kiss where his lips would be. She couldn't see it, but she knew he was grinning.

"Are you both done, yet?"

This was so jarring and unexpected, the spent lovers yelped and bolted. Din fell completely off the bed.

Fuleen wrapped a sheet around herself and rushed to her holoreceiver.

"Dank FUCKING farrik." Din swore from the floor on the other side of the bed, out of sight. Fuleen winced.

"Dulo, you watched the whole thing didn't you?!" she spat at her coworker's hologram.

"You're the lime bimbo who left auto-receive active. And yes, I'm not ashamed to admit I'm a voyeur." Dulo replied in Rodian. "You're also three hours late for your shift, and I was worried. I'm glad you're doing well. Will I see you tomorrow night, or are you giving me notice?"

Fuleen sighed, aggravated but smiling.

"No, I'll be there to help you open. But you are no longer invited to the wedding."

Din sat up and ripped off his helmet, shouting, "What wedding?!"

Both women burst into guffaws, and Fuleen closed the connection. She had to catch her breath before explaining.

"It's just this thing we say, since we're dirty club girls and no respectable man, woman, or otherwise will have us."

"That's horrible."

"It's the truth."

Din climbed back onto the bed, pulling her close and holding her. He kissed her neck. "It's not."

She shrugged out of his embrace, flopping onto her side and flicking off the light.

"You just got here. You don't know me or my situation. You don't know…" she bit her lip, unwilling to divulge any more.

"Grab the comforter when you come to bed. Please." she asked, quietly. He obeyed, draping it over them both and spooning her. The silence was not uncomfortable. Din had his demons, and understood she had hers. If there was time, he'd hear hers if and when she felt comfortable sharing them. He felt closer to being able to release his own, now. He kissed her ear and squeezed her briefly.

They fell asleep faster than either had in a long time.