Author's Note: The following contains violence.

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The next morning, Vissna found Din still in her room. But this time he had a clean towel in his hand and a basket of bottles in the other.

"Did you really stay here all night?" She was impressed he was standing. She loved a man with endurance.

"No," he said.

"So you trust me then?" She smirked.

"No," he repeated.

"Smart. Did you enjoy yourself last night?" She grinned. She had sent him something special to think about.

Din sighed. He couldn't actually say no. "Do you want a bath or not?" Vissna nodded, images of him stroking himself and thinking of her filled her head. She had to have him. Not just for her developments, but to fill her, pleasure her. She wanted him to take her. She smiled at him.

"What's so funny?" Din asked.

"My aunt hires a bounty hunter, not just any bounty hunter she finds the best. And-"

"Did you just compliment me?" Din shrugged.

"I wasn't finished, it's rude to interrupt." Vissna said, brow furrowed.

"I apologize, continue," Din said half-heartedly.

"Imagine my aunt hiring the best bounty hunter to bring me in, only to find out I'm fucking him!" Vissna laughed.

"But you're not," He reminded her.

"There's still time," she reminded him right back. "Why are you here?"

"You.. wanted a bath," he said very obviously.

"No. I mean why are you here, with Boba Fett, fighting his battle? You have no idea what you're up against. Why risk your life?" She wished she could study his face right now, but she settled on studying the fluctuations in his emotions instead.

"I gave him my word," he answered.

"And that's it? You told him you'd do it, so now you will?" She asked.

"Yes," he was certain she didn't know the feeling of keeping one's word.

"What if I tell you, the odds are against you," she pressured him. Compassion leads to death, she thought.

"Then I'll stay and die." He said simply. As if it were really ever that plain or simple to choose to die.

"You would die for someone just because you gave them your word?" Vissna liked that. A man of his word. A man with honor. A man who follows a creed. You can always rely on them to be exactly that. Now, she just needed him to make a vow to her.

"It's part of The Creed," he explained.

"The same Creed that says you're no longer a Mandalorian?" She asked.

Din exhaled. She's been through his thoughts. This was off-putting. Of course he expected it but this was very personal information she'd tapped into. More than just feeling lust for her.

"If you're no longer considered a Mandalorian, The Creed shouldn't matter. You could take off your helmet and run away with me now," she mused, only half joking.

"I am a Mandalorian and honor does matter," he was frustrated. He didn't even know why he was telling all this to her. Or was he explaining it more to himself? Convincing himself.

"So if you live through the war with the Pykes, you'll be going to Mandalore?" Vissna assumed.

"Why?" He asked, tired of being the one answering questions.

"Maybe I'll come with," she toyed with the idea.

"I didn't invite you," he said through his teeth.

"Not yet you didn't," she smiled.

Din sighed. Does Vissna making future plans with him make her trustworthy? No, he thought, it only makes her more untrustworthy. "Do you want a bath or not?" He said for the final time, ready to walk out on her.

Vissna pulled on her boots and followed Din out of her room and down the hall. She was met almost instantly with an intense and evil glare from a female roaming the halls. The Mandalorian didn't seem to see or feel what Vissna did, and acted normally. Vissna recognized this girl as a member of that cyborg bike gang Fett hired. She carefully watched herself being watched. If there was one thing she loved, it was playing on others emotions. She reached out with the force to feel this girl's thoughts. Lots of spicy hatred and a hint of bitter, sour jealousy. Mmmm delectable, Vissna thought. What a marvelous combination!

As the Mandalorian continued walking in the opposite direction of the cyborg female, Vissna reached out for him and linked her arm around his. She flipped her hair over her shoulder as she peered back at the girl, accessing her emotions regarding the addition of her physically touching the Mandalorian. As expected, the girl practically hissed in displeasure at Vissna. This enthralled her, empowered her. Vissna loved a good game. She flashed an eager smile back and even winked- which she knew was over the top- but it had been a while since she'd had a plaything. And the amount of drama circulating her was too tempting to resist. After all, she was trained by a Sith to sow chaos. Those kinds of teachings are hard to give up, especially when they are so fun.

Din was startled by Vissna's physical touch, but did his best to ignore it. Had he not had his armor on, he wasn't sure he could take her touch against his skin. Not without unleashing himself upon her. Vissna's fingers moved up and down his forearm, not seductively, but in curiosity of his gadgets.

"Don't touch anything," he ordered.

"Yes, sir," Vissna replied. The small amount of respectful obedience that came with the 'sir' she added, had a knot forming in Din's chest and a tightness in his pants.

"What about my clothes?" She asked.

"What about them?" He said, shifting a bit to relieve some pressure in his pants.

"Mmm I may have gotten some of my pleasure, you remember, from last night, encrusted into the inside of my pants. I wasn't wearing any underwear." She explained.

Din had noticed, when he pulled her pants back up around her after her performance ended. Before that, he was too busy looking at other things to notice. "I'll wash them while you're in the bath."

Vissna blushed. "Really?"

"Do you want a bath or not?" He repeated himself, something he felt he would be doing a lot of that around her.

"I'm also starving." She admitted.

"You slept through breakfast, you must have really tired yourself out." He joked.

"I really did. I was very worked up," she said, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear.

"I'll see what I can do," he sighed.

"Well you could have joined me.." she said honestly.

"I'll see what I can do about the food," he stated.

"Oh right. Of course that's what you meant. Well, I like drinking black tea in the morning, green tea in the afternoon and red tea at night," she listed, what sounded like her demands.

"Don't push it," He warned her.

"Or what? Don't push it or what? What will you do to me?" Vissna sounded excited, no trace of fear at all.

"Push it, and you'll see." He warned again.

"I will consider doing just that," she said.

Shit, Din thought.

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The bathing house was large and empty. It was just the two of them. The main bath was sunken into the ground and carved in marble. The water inside looked steaming and inviting. Din placed the basket next to the bath.

"I'll take your clothes," as he said it, he regretted giving her an opportunity to flirt with him.

"You want me to take off my clothes now?" Vissna smiled.

"Vissna," he said firmly.

Something in the way he said her name made her less playful and more desperate to please him. She took off her pants and shirt in front of him and was amused when he didn't turn away from her naked body. He took the clothes in a ball, ignoring the subtle amount of her body heat he could feel from the clothes through his gloved hand. She reminded him of his very pleasant dream. Of her mouth on his…

"I'll be back," he assured her, and he turned to leave.

Vissna lowered herself into the water. The water stung what was left of her injuries from yesterday, and the sting made her feel so good, alive even. She turned to the basket and opened and smelled each one. She recognized some of the smells and could pick out some ingredients she was sure it contained. Others were new and she was pleasantly surprised by them. She picked up a woodsy, musky smelling one and imagined rubbing it across the Mandalorian's chest. She had a problem. She really did. Sometimes she got so fixated on something or someone, she couldn't shake it. It was happening again, her unnatural attachment, possessiveness over something she shouldn't hold attachment for. What was that poodoo the Jedi always said about forming attachments? Oh well, Vissna thought, the Jedi can Kark it.

Vissna poured a puddle of floral soap into her hand, then over her head. She worked all the sticky bakta spray out of her hair. The fragrant smell mixing into the stem was almost hypnotic, the nlorna flower perhaps? When she was certain she was the cleanest she'd been since coming to Tatooine, she floated on her back in the water. Stretched out like a flower and still none of her limbs touched the sides of the bath, the bath was that huge. She contemplated the strange feeling that was currently overcoming her. Was this what safety felt like? Security? Or was this just the hypnotic smell of the nlorna flower? She drifted deep into her own thoughts, until she felt a hand close down on her throat and water fill her lungs. And she smiled.

She was being pushed down into the water from above. Despite the fact that she knew this wasn't The Mandalorian choking her, she still let herself feel that bitter sting of betrayal that she was so used to, followed by the strange primal need to straddle him. She squinted to try and make out the face of the person above the water, holding her down. But she didn't need to see a face to know. She grabbed her assailant's wrist and found it was not human…. a machine. Her biker friend. Vissna decided she liked this girl very much because she wasn't crushing her neck with her robotic arm like she could so easily do. She chose to hold her under. Watch her die a slower death. That kind of vengeance sat well with Vissna. Perhaps they could be friends after all.

She reached out with the force, following the trail of desperation above her. She could taste the tangy stale emotions, delicious. Despite being dangerously low on air, her lungs burning in her chest, she didn't fight to regain control. She laid there, held under the water, very close to losing her life, feeding off the rage of the girl above her. It was peaceful, under the water, and warm. She felt the hand squeezing harder and her vision going dark. If she wanted to she could just let herself wither away and wilt…

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