Completely blinded by the fabric that was tightly wrapped around your eyes, you groped aimlessly, hoping your fingers would land on something solid. A small gasp escaped your lips as Din shoved you backwards, your back colliding with the wall of the Crest. His knee settled between your legs, spreading them slightly as he leaned the rest of his body over yours. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as he traced his lips across your neck.

"Maker, you're beautiful." he rasped, grabbing both your wrists in one of his large hands and pinning them to the wall above your head.

It seemed as if you were completely paralyzed, your body moving simply at his command. But you'd be damned if you said you didn't enjoy it.

How exactly did you end up in this position?

*SIX MONTHS EARLIER*

A loud curse flew from your lips as you slid across the hardwood floor of the bar, trying to get to cover. The ragged red material that was tied around your face to hide your features seemed to be just getting in the way, and you resisted the urge to rip it off.

Blaster fire ignited the air above you with multiple colors as you slammed yourself down behind an upturned table. You quickly took stock of your ammunition, cursing again when you realized you were lower than you thought.

The blaster that was strapped to your thigh and the knives adorning the back of your belt seemed the be the only companions you had in this fight.

"Jhas!"

You let out an irritated huff at the voice calling out to you. There was an unmistakable lilt to it that told you who it was. It didn't surprise you that he was hunting you again. Zeko had always seemed to have a fixation with your bounty, even if it wasn't currently active.

"Put your weapons down, and this will end peacefully."

A snort escaped your lips and you rolled your eyes. Peacefully my arse, you thought. You'd been through this enough times with him to know that there was only one way this was going to end; with one of you either dead or badly wounded. One hand gripped the blaster while the other reached around behind you to grab a knife. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you launched yourself over the table. The blaster jumped to life in your hand, the hum of it sending a wave of calm flooding through you.

You weren't surprised to see that Zeko had brought backup. For the moment, he seemed to be content to stand back and watch his lackeys try to capture you. So, keeping one eye on him, you turned your attention to the small army that had invaded the bar you were attempting to relax in. Thankfully most of the civilians had cleared out when the door had burst open.

Scowling to yourself, you noticed a few stragglers cowering behind the bar. Dodging out of the way of a spear being thrown in your direction, you quickly glanced around the main room of the bar, looking for an escape for them. Usually when Zeko made his entrance, he made several exits as well. Your eyes fell on a man sized hole in the wall and you jumped over a fallen table and made your way towards them.

The two terrified women looked up at you with wide eyes, holding their hands up in surrender. You rolled your eyes, dropping to your knees beside them. "I'm not going to hurt you," you said, reloading your blaster and shooting over the bar once again. "There's a big enough hole to get through on the eastern wall. See it?"

One of the women nodded, holding the younger one to her chest.

"When I say go, I want you to run to it as fast as you can. Got it?"

The older one responded in a language you didn't understand, but presumably she was agreeing. You nodded to them, preparing yourself for another assault.

"Go!" you exclaimed, hurling yourself over the bar and towards the oncoming men. You paid enough attention to make sure the women made it outside before your full attention was focused on the fight before you.

It was a blur of blaster fire and fists as you fought your way through the men surrounding you. Some of them you recognized, others were new faces to you.

"New help, Zeko?" you called out, dodging under the blade of a man before plunging your own knife hilt deep into his stomach.

"Enough!" Zeko shouted at the same time you were jerked to the side by the armor on your shoulder taking the hit from a blaster.

You dropped your grip on the man in front of you, your eyes narrowing as you glanced down at the scuffed armor. The once shiny black metal now sported a ragged burn mark. Your glare turned to Zeko, and you grabbed the extendable staff from your belt as he took aim at you again.

"Give it up, Jhas," he said. "It's over."

A sneer took over your lips as you spun the staff, moving so quick he didn't have a chance to react as you smacked the blaster out of his hand. "You never fail to underestimate me, Zeko." you snapped. "I'm not your bounty, and I never will be."

He glared at you. "Don't be so cocky, Jhas."

Realizing he was trying to distract you, the staff in your hands spun almost of its own accord, deflecting the knife that he had thrown at you. He lunged forward, driving his full weight into you. Surprised at the action, you grunted as he drove you backwards, trying to get you on the ground. Retracting the staff, you curled your arm and struck out with your armored elbow, the hardened metal driving into his nose and surprising him. Using the momentary relief, you slipped out from under his weight and sidestepped around him to try and get your bearings again.

By this point, the bar was pretty much in ruins. Most of Zeko's men were either dead or had fled after the fight. It was just you and Zeko.

Or, so you thought.

You jumped backwards when you saw the blaster fire come barreling between you and Zeko. You both turned your attentions to the newcomer, and your mouth almost dropped open.

"What seems to be the problem?"

Zeko growled, raising his blaster. "Get out of here, Mando. She's my bounty."

Your scowl suddenly returned, and the Mandalorian standing in front of you suddenly seemed much less important.

The voice modulator hummed in response, and the Mandalorian turned his blaster to Zeko. "I don't think so."

You raised an eyebrow, wondering where this was going. It had been a long time since you laid eyes on a Mandalorian. But you weren't surprised to see one as a Hunter.

"That's enough," you snapped. Both of their attentions were turned to you at this point. "This is my fight, not yours." you said, addressing the Mandalorian. "I was doing just fine without you, and I don't need your help."

His helmet tilted slightly, as if he were appraising you. You'd been accustomed to the blank stare of their helmets, but something about this one was disconcerting. He took a few steps toward you, his attention solely focused on your small stature.

Without saying a word, he fired his blaster, hitting directly in the middle of Zeko's chest and cutting through the thin layers of armor he wore without a problem.

"You were saying?"

*PRESENT DAY*

Your body hummed with electricity as Din pressed himself against you, making you sweat even more. Your wrists were still pinned above you in one of his large hands while he attacked your neck. His tongue made a streak from your collarbone all the way to the bottom of your earlobe and you shuddered at the sensation while he tasted the salt on your skin.

"Din," you gasped, leaning your body forward to get closer to him. He growled in response, his fingers digging harder into your wrists, sure to leave bruises. His teeth sank down on the sensitive skin on your shoulder, making you gasp again.

His free hand had found its way up under your shirt and was exploring the skin exposed to him.

"You're mine, Y/N," he growled, pressing himself further against you.

You would have thrown your head back, had you not already been pressed up against the wall. Instead, you wiggled against him, grinding your hips and creating the friction both of you craved. You could feel his arousal, and it didn't help that you felt heat rushing to your core.

Abandoning his hold on your wrists, he grabbed your thighs and hoisted you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist instinctively and felt him tug at the hem of your shirt.

Your breath came in ragged gasps as you fumbled with the garment, trying to help him remove it.

But you heard something that made you stop in your tracks.

"Din," you said, putting your hands on his shoulders and pushing him back.

He scowled at you, unexcited about the interruption. "What?" he hissed.

You waited for a second, listening, before your eyes widened behind the blindfold. You shoved him away from you, but he kept a tight grip on your thighs, refusing to let go.

"Put your helmet on!" you snapped, trying to pry yourself away from him.

"What?" he asked, more confused than anything at the moment.

You managed to scramble away from him as the echoing coos became louder and he realized what was happening. He cursed under his breath and quickly located his helmet, tugging it on and turning to you, making sure that you were still fully clothed.

"Here," he said, reaching forward and undoing the fabric around your eyes. You had instinctively kept them closed, even after hearing his voice from behind the modulator.

His fingers brushed against your cheek and he leaned forward, leaning the cool metal of his helmet against your forehead.

You opened your eyes as soon as his touch was gone to see him walking over and kneeling down in front of the child. A small smile took over your features watching the two of them.

Another day, Din. you thought. Another day.