Warmth. Delicious, weighted warmth against her skin, covering every inch.

Cara opened her eyes. She couldn't have logged more than a few hours of sleep, but she felt strangely satiated. She looked down, and Din's cheek nested against the swell of her breasts, peeking out from her tunic. She touched his thick, bedridden hair and smiled. He was fast asleep.

Her eyes raked his face, relaxed and untroubled as he dreamed. When they'd pulled apart last night, she sat beside him on the sofa, and they'd eaten together. Shortly after, she'd put the tray in the sink, and led him by the hand to her modest bedroom. She'd only lived in the house for a short amount of time, but it was adequate and had a warm, comfortable feel she had come to appreciate. Without a word, she'd taken off her armor, removed her weaponry, and he'd done the same.

They'd exchanged an amused glance as they kept removing knives and daggers, but in the end, she won out with the most amount. The female body was perfect for arming one's self to the hilt, as she'd figured out early on in her days as a shock trooper. "C'mere," she whispered, taking his hand and leading him to the bed.

He demanded nothing, and she didn't expect anything. She simply knew he needed to be held. He laid on his back, looking quite plain in his black tunic and leather pants, except for his remarkable face and impressive physique. He cast his forearm over his eyes, and sighed heavily. Cara turned down the lights and went to him without hesitation. She rested her cheek against his chest, and threw her thigh over his legs, which he seemed to like. His free hand grazed the side of her thigh with small, feathery strokes.

They lay there for quite some time, the thump of his heartbeat drumming a steady cadence against her ear. She'd covered him with her body, touching anything he'd allow, his jaw, his shoulder, his chest. At one point when he'd fallen asleep, she slid her hand beneath his tunic, and placed her hand on his warm skin over his heart.

It had been so long ago that she'd been held by anyone. Sure, she got hit on, but most of the men she'd worked with assumed she was a lesbian, which was fine by her as she didn't want any romantic entanglements. And the times when women would approach, she always let them down with tact. But Din was different. She'd goaded him about Omera and his obvious interest in the pretty widow, but laying here, with his lips less than a fraction of an inch from her breast, she wasn't so sure he hadn't always had an interest. He did call on her a lot, even halfway across the galaxy. He'd sought her out again and again, and he'd even entrusted her with his armor and son.

Sunlight poured in from a crack in the tarp she'd draped over the window, spreading a warm morning glow into the room. Cara smiled, and pressed her lips to Din's forehead. There had been a moment last night where they'd almost kissed, when she pulled back and caressed his face with the back of her hand. Din's eyes drank her in, and his fingers tightened at her hips, but she could tell he needed comfort and support – to be held, not sex. And with a soft stroke of his jaw and leading him down the hallway, that's what he got.

Cara adjusted her hips to better cradle him and get more comfortable. An unmistakable hardness pressed into her thigh, and she froze. Oh, Kriff. Din groaned, and she closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep. The flutter of an eyelash tickled the swell of her breast. He roused, moving against her. He lifted his upper body weight off her, and she felt the weight of his eyes taking her in. She kept her breath steady, but the hot heat between her thighs pulsed.

Seconds away from grabbing his neck and pulling him back down, she didn't have to wait long. The soft press of thick lips covered hers, and she let out a small gasp. He backed off as soon as he'd kissed her. Her eyes flew open, and he scrambled back.

"Sorry. I… sorry. I don't know why I did th-"

"Din Djarin, get your ass back here and kiss me."

His left eyebrow lifted, and he shrugged. "Okay."

She reached out, yanked his tunic, and brought him down, kissing him full on the mouth. He smiled into the kiss. Yep, he'd definitely never kissed anyone before, but he was a quick study, quick to pick up on what she liked. "Next time you're going to give me a wake-up call like this," she murmured against his lips, "Better make it a good one."

"Duly noted. Cara?"

"Hmm?"

He drew back a little, searching her eyes. His stubble gave him an exotic look in the morning light. "Thank you."

"Anytime." She nudged his nose with hers, and kissed him softly, which he seemed to like. He grunted, and pressed against her, his hand trailing down her side. His lips traveled along the column of her throat, and she purred. "Mm, this is much better than fighting."

He chuckled against her. Sweet vibrations coursed through her body, and she wrapped her legs around him. A loud beep filled her quarters, and Din and Cara rolled off the bed. He had his blaster in his hand faster than she could say, "Someone's at the door."

Cara smoothed down her hair and adjusted her revealing tunic.

Din followed, staying out of sight once she'd gotten to the front door. She deactivated the alarm, and the door whooshed open. She smiled at her visitor. "Greef." Beside him stood Officer Grier, her arms full of packages. "Grier. I'd invite you in, but I uh, just woke up."

"No need." Greef passed a tablet to her. "Djarin's reward. Tell him it's been tripled. Command was impressed. They'd like to speak to him about a position with the Republic when he's ready."

Cara eyed the tablet and the impressive figures. Kriff, this would be enough to set Din up for a few years, easy. "I'll pass along the info. He has some business to attend to before he speaks with anyone, though."

Greef nodded. "I understand. Give him my regards. Officer Grier has some things for you, but I wanted to also give you this." He turned around, and lifted a heavy lidded, galvanized steel container. He handed it to her, and she nearly buckled beneath the weight. She was strong to be sure, but this thing weighed a ton.

"Jeez, what've you got in there, Moff Gideon's remains?"

He chuckled. "Why don't you open it after we leave and find out? Like I said, command was very impressed. They wanted me to give this to you and express their thanks.

She set the container down by the doorway. "Thank you."

Officer Grier handed her the packages in her arms. She distributed them on top of the container with the tablet. "Here are some hygiene kits, like you'd asked."

"Thank you, Grier. Any word on the ship?"

"Yes, ma'am. It's on the tablet in a separate screen than the bounty and credits. You can see the ship's exterior and interior. We got a great one, and boy do I mean great. It's still in excellent condition. I still have no idea why it was scrapped. Engineer Shuma's replacing the engine as a precautionary and giving her a coat of paint, but she'll be ready to fly in a day's time. We'll fill it up with food, fuel and supplies once the engine work is done."

Cara nodded. She'd liked Grier from the get go. "Excellent. How much will it cost?"

"Free, minus the cost of getting it out of impound and fueling up. There's ample travel food in storage, and more than enough supplies to spare."

Cara glanced over her shoulder, but Din remained out of sight. He would be getting a steal, and it felt good to help get him back on his feet. "Thank you for all your hard work, Grier." She turned to Greef. "I'll be back at work in two days' time. I have some things that need sorting, but expect me back in full swing then."

"Take the time off, kid. You've earned it." She extended her hand, and they clasped forearms.

When the door whooshed shut behind them, Din's breath warmed the back of her neck. "Thank you." His lips pressed against her right ear. She shivered, leaning into him.

"My pleasure."

"No, really, Cara. I owe you so much."

She slid her hand behind her, cupping the back of his neck. "Hmm, well I'm sure we can work out a way for you to repay me."

"Anytime you want," he growled.