"You going to open that thing?"
Cara slipped out of Din's arms and eyed the cylindrical container at their feet. "I'm almost afraid to. Whatever they put in there, it's heavy. Got that laser sword available?"
Din smirked. "I'd rather not touch that thing, if it's all the same. Let's see what we've got." He crouched, and turned the container around. "There's got to be a lever or activation mechanism here somewhere."
"Try at the top. Why do you say that, about your sword?"
"Here." Din's fingers skated along the top of the container. A barely perceptible, triangular shaped button aligned the middle. He moved his fingers over it, then paused to look at her. "I don't know, just a feeling in my gut. I was happy to be rid of it, honestly, I just wish Bo-Katan had taken it."
Cara shook her head. Mandalorian customs were weird. She admired Din for sticking to his guns and having rock solid integrity, but living a life behind a helmet, never feeling the sun on your face or making eye contact with anyone? It seemed a lonely way to live. Seeing his face, handsome and expressive, made a world of difference from the constant guesswork of talking to him with all the armor on. "Do you think that maybe it's yours, I don't know… for a reason?"
He stopped short of pressing the button. "What reason?"
She shrugged. "Who knows… Grogu came to you, and chose you as his dad. We ran into each other in the middle of the universe in a dusty cantina. Luke Skywalker knew where to find Grogu. I'm not one for the hocus pocus or extreme religions, but I do know the Force isn't something you just ignore. It's real. Maybe, I don't know, you were chosen?"
"Maybe." Din grunted, and pressed the lever. A light blue light permeated the room as the top of the container opened. Mist emitted from the top, followed by a hydraulic hiss. Din stood, moving back with her as the container opened, unfolding into a three-tiered bar. On the bottom level was an assortment of fruits, cheeses and chocolates from various planets, attractively laid out. Glasses and cutlery were secured on the second tier, and two wine bottles stuck out from the top, bracketed by ice. "Watch out. Kriff, this looks expensive. Maybe something chose me, maybe it didn't. Either way, I just want to be rid of the dark saber and come back here to, er…" He glanced at her, and touched the back of his neck, shily.
Cara folded her arms, and smiled.
"Oh, look, booze!" Din cleared his throat, grabbed the neck of a wine bottle, and read the label. "This is Canto Bight wine." He glanced up at her, the corner of his mouth lifting. "I always wanted to try one of these."
"And try it, we shall, tonight." She eyed the year on the wine bottle. "They must have been very happy, indeed. Hey, bring the mini bar over to the kitchen. The wine can chill for the day, but the snacks are up for grabs. I'd like to try some fruit and that awesome looking Corellian cheeseflower."
"Now you're speaking my language." Din lifted the mini bar and snack spread, and she helped him place it on the kitchen counter. They grabbed plates and spent the morning tasting all the delicacies the galaxy had to offer. The sweet tartness of the petals from the red, lotus-shaped Corellian cheeseflower left a pleasant zing on her tongue. Din looked at her curiously as she savored a slice of the cheese on a crispy Navarro rice cracker. "Good?"
"Mmm, the best." She closed her eyes, savoring the piquant flavor. "I haven't had something like this in…" a wistful smile passed over her lips as a memory surfaced from long ago, of Alderaan. She opened her eyes, and Din watched her, his eyes soft and curious. She touched her hair. "Uh, sorry, checked out a little there. But it's just so damn good. Here." She fed him a bite.
One thing she liked about Din was he had no pretenses. He simply was who he was, and she found his honesty refreshing. He moaned. "That's really good."
"Like a party in your mouth, right?" She laughed. His dark eyes narrowed as they watched her lips. "You're… very beautiful when you smile."
Cara ducked her head. "You don't have to say that just because I'm feeding you and saving your ass every time you blink."
He cupped her face. Without the usual fabric and Beskar steel of his wrist guards, the warmth of his naked palm covered her cheek. "I'm serious. From the first time I saw you in that cantina, I thought you were the prettiest woman I'd ever seen."
She bit her lip as the warmth of blood rushed to her cheeks. "Yeah, I guess you hadn't seen many women under the Mandalorian armor before then."
"You're blushing."
"Yeah, right. For the record, Mando, I don't blush, I, mmm-"
He covered her mouth with his, and her brain took a hiatus. Cara clutched his tunic, and wrapped her leg around his ankle. He deepened the kiss, clutching her to him, and she gasped as the warmth of his tongue touched hers, tentative at first, then gliding sensuously. Din might be a novice when it came to kissing, but Kriff, he learned fast. Cara relaxed against him, and let him lead. They stumbled into the living area, bumping into the couch, and eventually wound up against the hallway wall.
His hand traveled down her back, his long fingers dipping down to explore the curve of her ass. Cara closed her eyes and clutched his hair. "Din."
That set him off. He dived into her neck, kissing gently at first, then more persistently.
"Oh, sweet Maker." She bared her throat as he kissed a path down her neck. A rush of blood shot straight to her core. He pulled back, his cheeks flushed and lips thickened from kissing her. He clutched her hip, and lifted her chin so she met his fiery gaze.
"I want to be with you, Cara."
They locked eyes. Cara touched his forearms, while her heart beat out of her chest. "I want to be with you too." She kissed him, tugging his bottom lip with tender insistence. He growled, and scooped her up in his arms. She wasted no time in attacking his neck and shoulder with her lips as he walked, carrying her down the hall. Somehow, all the play tackling, arm wrestling, little lame excuses to touch each other, but a more fundamental and deeper-rooted need to be there for each other had led up to this moment. "You're so wonderful," she murmured, before she'd allowed the words to escape.
Din stopped short of the bed, still cradling her in his arms. "I am?" He appeared genuinely surprised. Had no one ever told him?
She softened, and kissed his jaw. "Yeah."
He paused, his face a riot of vulnerability and desire. He lay Cara down on the bed, and sucked in a breath. Cara stretched out, removing her tunic, her hand grazing her hip as she lay in wait. He stared at her, and ghosted his fingers up the length of her calf. "You're so beautiful like that." He moved closer, his knee on the bed. "You look ethereal and kick ass, like a queen." He stroked the toned flesh behind her calf, and she relaxed further into the bed. He couldn't know how close to the mark he was.
"Mmm. Thank you. That feels nice," she said, softly. "You can take them off, you know." She tugged at the hem of her trousers, yanking them to give him a hint. He closed his hands over her trouser cuffs, and slid them off. She parted her legs, and he crawled between them, heading straight for his feast.
"You saved me more times than I can count." His smooth bedroom voice shot straight to her core. "And you helped save Grogu. I'd save you a million times over if I could." She spread her legs, and he licked her pussy with a long, slow drag from slit to clit. He trembled. She touched his shoulder, and lifted her face to look at him.
"Are you okay?"
"You're wet… have you been thinking about me?" She bucked beneath him, and her legs wrapped around him, the sole of her foot rubbing his back.
"Yes, Din. All the time. I want you."
He moaned, and closed his mouth around the hood of her clit, alternating between gentle licks and sucks. How did he even know what she liked? She hadn't said a word. Cara thrashed as his tongue drove her crazy. He massaged her right breast, and plunged one, then two fingers into her pussy with his free hand as he tasted her. Her hand fisted in his hair, and he moved his fingers deep and fast within her. "You're getting me through this," he murmured against her clit.
She keened, and writhed against him. "I want you, Din."
He chafed her clit with his thumb as he took her with his fingers, and he lifted his head to watch her. She'd anchored her hand to his hair, and she'd thrown her other arm over her eyes as she let go under his touch. God, he was sexy. So raw and ready, so into the moment. She'd never performed during sex like some women did, but she knew with Din she'd never even have to. Everything was honest and real, and that made it even more special.
He removed his hand from her breast to thumb his trouser button open and yank his leather pants down. "I need to be inside you, Cara."
She writhed, hungry and demanding when she saw what awaited her. He was beautiful. She tugged his pants the rest of the way down with her feet as he crawled up her body. He clutched her thigh as she wrapped her legs around him. He stroked himself once, steel hard for her, and met her stare as he lined the tip of his cock at her wet entrance.
Cara stroked his cheek, and kissed him softly as he surged forward into her slick heat. He settled into her, fully, and entwined his tongue with hers, luxurious and slow.
"Mmm." She purred, her hands squeezing his ass and bringing him in tighter.
"I don't know how long I'll last, but I'm going to take you, hard," he breathed against her mouth. "You all right with that?"
"Hell yes. I love having you inside me."
"Hold on tight, and don't let go."
"I never will."
He reared back, and slammed into her. She called out his name.
He kissed her lips and moved within her, setting a punishing, sweet rhythm. She felt like a hot, wet, delicious volcano, and by God, he'd make her erupt. He clutched her hip, entwined his tongue with hers, and fucked her for all he was worth. She shivered beneath him and clutched his shoulders, her hips rising to meet his. Sweet juices flowed between them, lighting her up with every passing second. Her body tightened below him. He ploughed her into the bed, the exquisite feeling of being joined with him sending sweet frissons through her. His cock pulsed, and she knew he was about to come. She wrapped her legs around him, and brought him closer.
He lifted his head, and she wiped the sweat from his brow. "Thank you," he panted. "I'm… not going to last much longer. You're so damn beautiful."
Her eyes glazed over. She was close too. He reached between them, slowed his thrusts down to slow, deep, methodical circles, and he massaged her clit with his thumb.
Cara clamped her eyes shut and arched against him, and her nectar spilled over them. He moaned, and released his seed into her, still playing with her clit as they both gasped with delight.
"Yes," she whispered. "Din. Yes."
"I love you."
She gasped. He lifted above her and supported his weight on his hands so he could get a good, long look at her. Cara rubbed his sides. She knew what it had cost him to say that, cost them both. But he was made for her. She lifted, cupped his jaw, and kissed him sweetly. "I… I love you too."
He touched his forehead to hers. He lowered and nestled his face against her breast. She stroked his hair, behind his neck, and upper back as he regained his breath. His lips turned upward as he listened to the cadence of her heart.