A/N: This one is mildly nsfw
Word Count: 1246

Hunt Log: Side Notes and Journals

Sighting: The Lost Medallion

I've never been an orphan. Grew up on Rishi, lived under a roof with both parents, and had no idea that kids lived on without people to look after them. My dad sold fish and tack to the passing pirates and other scum of the universe, while mom ran a local inn. All in all, I can't complain.

Sometimes I forget that Torian didn't have that growing up. That the things I take for granted have always been unattainable for him. That had to be difficult for a Mandalorian child, to be a part of a clan who barely accepted him. It explains a lot about his loyalty; just wish I'd understood sooner.

Sadio's back arched, surprised by the sounds Torian wrung from her. Pleasure coursed through every vein, and her muscles suddenly had a will of their own. When they finally relaxed, she collapsed onto the bed with a satisfied exhale.

"Holy kriffing hell, Torian." Sadio glanced down her body to find a mop of blonde hair peeking out of the blanket, followed by a pair of gorgeous, blue eyes. Sadio affected a bored yawn in the face of Torian's satisfied smirk, but he stole her thunder with a trail of feather light kisses over her skin.

"Hm?" Torian breathed against Sadio's lips. He was still hard and rubbing against her stomach with a taunting smile. "Going to congratulate my impressive oral skills?"

Sadio ruffled Torian's hair, something that only she was allowed to do. "Normally, I don't like to feed a man's ego," she began as Torian nudged her knees a further apart. He nipped at Sadio's throat, and she sucked in a breath in the middle of her next statement. "I'll make an exception for you."

"Good," Torian husked before driving himself deep. After that, Sadio was little more than putty in his hands. She adored Torian's triumphant laugh when he coaxed another orgasm from her, and Sadio felt her own jubilance when his arms tightened in bliss.

As they reveled in pounding hearts and shaky breaths, Sadio gave in to the urge to press a kiss to Torian's temple. He lifted his head from her chest with a warm smile that melted her heart. "What do you want for your future?" The suddenness of Torian's question stilled Sadio's fingers where they brushed through his hair.

"I-" Sadio paused. She'd never lived beyond the next job. Their galaxy was ever changing, alliances shifting and entire worlds breaking away or swapping sides. Sadio's job was to supply kit for the highest bidder. It's all she'd ever wanted. "I don't know."

Lines appeared on Torian's forehead, and Sadio couldn't stop herself from laughing. He looked so ridiculous with that scowl while his chin nestled in her cleavage. Unfortunately, that only increased Torian's frown. "Kids, do you think?"

"Yeah," Sadio answered, though she'd never really considered it before. "I think I'd like to have a couple of rugrats one day. Maybe settle down on Rishi so they can play in the surf like I did."

Torian's slid strong arms along Sadio's torso to prop himself up. "Never been to Rishi. I'd like to see it one day."

"Then I'll take you," Sadio answered with a smile. She brushed Torian's bangs out of his eyes. He was nearly due for a haircut. "Maybe we'll buy some land on the coast and retire there."

Torian's eyes shone, and Sadio couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. Without warning, he pushed from the bed and paced three rows at the end. Sadio watched in silence, confused by his turmoil. "Torian?"

The Mandalorian stopped, took a deep breath, then faced Sadio. "I need to talk to you."

Cold dread settled in Sadio's stomach. "Why do I get the feeling I'm not going to like this?"

Torian's tousled hair fell back into place when he shook his head. He knelt by the bed, eyes intense, yet open. "I'm in love with you."

For a solid minute, Sadio couldn't breathe. She cared for the Mandalorian, but had never taken the time to examine her feelings that close. They got along when time allowed, the sex was amazing, and the thought of losing Torian terrified her. Did that equal love?

Torian didn't push for an answer, simply waited for Sadio to find her voice. She sifted through every outcome from a life where he left to find a proper Mando woman, to growing old together. Sadio didn't like the first one at all, but the last had merit. She could too easily imagine Torian playing with his children, watching the sunset over the ocean, and fussing at him for tracking prints over her clean floor. The thought made her heart soar.

Peace settled over Sadio, and she placed her hand on his cheek. "I love you too."

The air puffed from Torian's lungs in a relieved sigh. "Had me worried." Taking Sadio's hand, he kissed her knuckles. "Did you mean what you said about Rishi?"

Sadio pulled Torian back onto the bed and waited until he'd settled under the blanket. "I did. A nice hut down on the beach. Not too close to the village, but near enough to shelter in during the stormy season."

Torian's arm tightened around Sadio's shoulder. "Sounds nice."

They settled into comfortable silence with Sadio's head pillowed on Torian's chest. His heart thumped beneath her ear, each strong breath pulling her closer to sleep. Sadio had nearly drifted completely when the rumble of Torian's voice startled her. "You awake?"

Sadio offered an indistinguishable noise, and Torian's chuckle reverberated through her body. His hand rubbed a soothing motion up her arm. "I want to marry you one day."

Blinking, Sadio turned to look at Torian. "You do?" He nodded and brushed dark hair from her eyes.

Sadio sat up to stare down at Torian. She wasn't sure how their marriage would work, since she wasn't Mandalorian and they traveled in opposite directions most of the time. "You looking for Mandalorian vows?"

"Preferably." Torian's fingers danced across Sadio's shoulder. "If we had children, I'd have to raise them right," he responded in a grave tone. "Teach them all the things my buir should've taught me."

Sadio considered the offer. She didn't hold to any particular traditions, and what little Sadio knew of Mandalorians pointed to them having a rich culture that few were privy to. If Torian wanted to share that with her, then Sadio wouldn't complain. "I'd be alright with that."

Torian's entire body relaxed from the tension that Sadio hadn't realized he held. The thought of refusing never occurred to her, and she smiled at his next question. "Think Wanda would be willing to adopt you into her clan?"

"Probably," Sadio smirked. Wanda wouldn't expect Sadio to change anything. She'd call her daughter, leave Sadio to live her life, and expect to see the grandbabies. That would let Torian and Sadio marry without the clans giving him a hard time about settling down with an outsider. He'd clearly put a lot of thought into this plan before bringing it up.

"You're serious about this, aren't you?" Torian took Sadio's hand and kissed her palm. She laughed and leaned closer. "Do we have to call her now?"

"No," Torian yawned and settled back into the sheets, pulling Sadio with him. His hand rested on her hip, and he stifled another yawn. "We've got some time."