Author's note: Lemon warning.

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Back in what was now considered her room, Vissna went over the scuffle in her mind, again and again. Assuring herself it had the intended outcome. She had read his thoughts. She could feel his curiosity surrounding her. And it was, so tempting. A cuss escaped her lips. It had been a while since she'd fucked a man. She would have to work on Fennec and Fett another time. Keeping them passive during that fight was exhausting. She took her lightsaber off her belt and dropped it onto the small table by her bed. Phase One: complete. It was degrading being without her weapon.

She didn't entirely mind being here. If she really wanted to leave, she'd be gone. But she was never one to disregard an opportunity like this. She had never been safer from the Sith then she was right now. She couldn't give them the satisfaction of ending their 'malfunction' themselves. The malfunction being herself. This was good. She was so tired of running. That's all she had done her whole life. Fear, run, survive. It was time for her to make roots, extend her reach, bloom. And in her bloom, all else would parish.

Just then the door to her room opened and shut, allowing her current favorite- and only favorite for that matter- Mandalorian into the room. He stood there next to the door with his arms crossed in front of him, not saying anything. Just standing. The room was small and his presence took up a lot of it.

Vissna sat down on her bed. "Are we roommates?" She asked playfully, gesturing to her bed, tasting his burnt, heated frustrations. Frustration was one of Vissna's personal favorite flavors to devour… next to lust. It reminded her of the fresh loaves of cuanut bread on Coruscant.

"I don't trust you," the Mandalorian said plainly.

"Good. I wouldn't trust me either," Vissna said smiling. He didn't say anything back, just stood there. "Mmm, so you were sent to watch me then?" She asked, her finger playing with her lower lip. Still he said nothing. "Oh," Vissna laughed, "you came all on your own. Couldn't stay away?" If he left right this very minute, she thought, she'd make him stay, he tasted so delicious.

"You gave up the fight," he said, it wasn't a question, he knew.

"I didn't want to damage your pretty armor," she lied.

"It's Beskar," he pointed out.

"Would you like a rematch?" She could tire him out fairly quickly now. She had to find a way to train him or he'd be a useless defender. It's one thing to take down a Gamorrean, child's play, it's another to face off against a Sith.

"No, I want to know why," he said. Persistent. Vissna hated being put in the spot like this.

She inhaled sharply. "How long do you plan on staying? Are you going to watch me sleep?" She toyed with the idea, she wouldn't mind. It would be easier to fill his thoughts if he stayed in the same room.

"I might have to, now, tell me why," he wouldn't let it go.

"How do you have sex?" She asked, not being able to help the blush creep across her face. "I know you can't take off your helmet and I know you fuck whoever or whatever you want. I just want to know how."

"What?" Din mumbled, blushing himself but all too glad she would never see it.

"I've seen it," Vissna continued blatantly. She was never one to shy away from uncomfortable conversation. "Mandalorians don't have to fuck other Mandalorians. There was this one time th-"

"I don't want to know," Din said quickly, "you're avoiding the subject.."

"What about oral sex?" Vissna cocked her head to the side, picturing it. She just wanted one taste of his lust for her. She bet it was mouth-watering. "Do you take off your helmet and put a bag over your female's head for oral sex?"

"No!" Din projected, louder then he had wanted.

"Oh My Maker!" Vissna gasped dramatically, wide-eyed, hands blocking her open mouth . "You've never had sex!"

"Wha-?" Din threw his hand up into the air, he had never wanted to strangle a female more in his life.

"Oh! Never mind, you have." Vissna smiled again. "So how was it?"

"We aren't having this conversation," Din said, returning his arms to a comfortable and closed off fold in front of his chest.

"We've been having this conversation for the last ten minutes," Vissna reminded him.

"No you've been having this conversation with yourself," he reminded her.

"Are you still going to watch me sleep?" She asked coyly.

"I might have to," he grunted.

Vissna kicked off her boots and climbed into her bed, pulling the sheets over her waist. She sighed loudly and dramatically. "Do I get a bedtime story?"

"Are you a child?" His heart hurt saying it, he missed Grogu, "You act like one."

"Are you into that?" She questioned, pushing herself up in bed. Din sighed and slumped into a chair near the door. "Oooh, you have a child. Do you miss it? Your kid?" Din didn't answer, he just stared at her and wished she'd shut up or say something important. "Do you fuck your wife with your helmet on?"

"Stop," Din groaned.

"Do you miss your wife too? Because you're in luck, I have a cure for loneliness," Vissna smirked.

"No," Din said again.

"No wife? That's good. Because if you did, I'm not sure she'd appreciate the way you think about me." She smiled. Vissna flopped back down onto the bed with a huff. She fingered through her hair, still feeling the residue from the Batka spray. "When do I get a rain shower?" She moaned.

"It doesn't rain in Tatooine," he sighed.

"Ha ha, very funny. I just want a bath. Bathe your prisoner." She demanded.

"You're not my prisoner." Din let the thought run away with him. Watching his prisoner take a bath. Before he quickly pulled the thought back, hoping she didn't catch it. The way she turned towards him in her bed and smirked made him think it was too late. He'd really have to practice thought restraint around her. Which sucked. The best part of wearing the helmet was no one could tell how you truly felt as long as your voice was monotonous.

Vissna rolled around again. Then she closed her eyes and ran both her hands down her neck and across her breasts gasping. She moved her hands up her shirt and circled her breasts moaning.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Din clenched his jaw.

"Masturbating helps me sleep," she couldn't help the grin on her face.

"No it doesn't," Din grunted standing up from his chair.

"No, it really does help. I get these horrible nightmares," she explained, rubbing her breasts in circles, her perked up nipples apparent through her tight shirt.

"Stop," he commanded.

She didn't listen. Instead she pulled her top up, exposing herself to him, and ran two fingers around her nipples, whimpering. When she pulled down her sheets and tugged down at the waist of her pants, Din turned to the door. His finger hovering indecisively over the "open" button. He refused to look at her but he couldn't push the damn button either. Images of her body beneath him filled his head. He tried to think of something else, anything else… Then, she whimpered loudly, just for him. Dank Farrick, he thought.

She wiggled her pants down to her knees and brought two fingers to her wetness. Din could hear the sound of how wet she was as she circled her most intimate spot with her fingers. His hand started to shake, he lowered it, and turned around. He wished he hadn't, but he couldn't entirely stop himself from it either. He was reminded of working with Xi'an. He never exactly wanted Xi'an, but she was there, and always on full display for him. So he took advantage of it. No, this felt different. He wanted Vissna. Badly. So badly, he was shaking to remain in control.

Content that he was watching, Vissna flipped over onto her knees with her ass in the air towards him, fingering and rubbing herself from underneath, her head stuffed into her pillow, muffling the animalistic noises escaping her lips. She arched her back and moved her hips into her finger thrusts. Din growled as she let out one final moan and her release. She collapsed satisfied back onto the bed, her legs spread open. Her finger dipping into herself, scooping up her wetness and bringing it to her open mouth. Her eyes watching Din as she tasted herself with a quiet 'mmm.' Just as she had expected, his lust was delectable, so enticing. Then she closed her eyes and slept. Din watched her for a long time. Still splayed out for him. Shirt still up, pants still around her knees. He watched her chest rise and fall. She was actually asleep.

When Din was sure his hands were steady, he pulled her shirt down. He moved to pull her pants up, then cussed at the fact that she hadn't been wearing any underwear. Just pants. He felt a throb inside his pants. He lifted her sheets out from under her and pulled them up across her shoulders, effectively hiding all of her. What he had really wanted to do was squeeze her neck as he rammed himself into her. But he didn't. He stared down at her once more, his tormentor. He memorized her features. Her jawline, her cheekbones, her lips. Then, with great effort, he pulled his eyes off her and left the room.

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Din walked quickly through the hall, practically running away from Vissna's room. When he returned to his own room he ran into the bathroom, throwing his helmet down on the counter. He took himself out of his pants, stroked himself just once, and came all over himself. He was that pent up. He grunted. This was the most intense, painful pleasure he'd ever had. He cleaned himself off and took a cold washcloth to his sweat glistened forehead and the back of his neck.

He carried his helmet to his bed, and dropped it onto his bedside table. He wouldn't be taking off the rest of his armor tonight. It didn't feel safe, as long as Vissna was here, he wouldn't get a good night's sleep. He laid in bed, not sure how he could possibly sleep, when he was suddenly consumed by darkness.

The darkness wasn't something that he felt afraid of. It was a familiar darkness, something that might overcome you after sheer exhaustion or dehydration. Something that settles over you slowly and calms you into its consumption. It was clearly a dream, much needed sleep, that was absorbing him.

Suddenly, the darkness turned into a sensual touch, stripping Din of his clothing. An enticing touch, that filled every groove of his body with need. And there, lying next to him was Vissna. He reached out and traced the curves of her body with his hands. She felt so soft and real. She moaned in pleasure at his touch. "Don't stop," she whimpered. She leaned up and parted her lips for him. Her lips, just a breath from his. He had never kissed anyone before. He leaned down gently, unable to help himself, and met her lips. So soft and plump, he felt a hunger to keep tasting her.

She breathed heavily beneath him, arched her back and pressed her breasts against his chest. She slid her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She opened her mouth wider for him, inviting him to consume her. He slid his tongue across hers. She tasted so sweet, her mouth was so warm. He cupped the back of her neck in his hand, and forced her lips harder against his, deepening the kiss. She moaned into his mouth.

He wanted to kiss her forever but she pulled away. He wanted to beg her to come back but he couldn't speak. She gently nudged his shoulders, the darkness grabbed him and restrained him to the bed. He couldn't move, but as he watched Vissna climb over him, he didn't want to move. She held him inside her hand, opened her mouth and licked up his length slowly. She closed her mouth around him… and… Din woke up, naked, sweating profusely, his sheets and stomach covered in his cum. Shit, he thought.

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