"We probably only have one more day before someone finds out we're here."

"Then let's have one day."

She can feel him turning back to face her, and she takes the opportunity to slide her hands back up to his shoulders, bared to her for the first time and broader beneath all that armor than she imagined. She nearly frowns at the thought that this means the beskar is not as thick as she formerly believed, but now is not the time for either of their worries. If they only have one more day of safety and rest she wants to make it count. The smell of woodfire and spices still fills the room and leaves them both feeling a little dizzy and a bit bolder.

He takes the initiative this time, leaning in to capture her lips, but Amira holds him steady with a gentle hand. Instead she draws herself up to kiss along the path her hands had just taken, brushing across the lines of his forehead, and feeling them relax ever so slightly beneath the press of her lips. Drawing over his brows and to the deep furrows between, which never fully disappear. The corners of his eyes, across his cheeks, and even the tip of his nose - she nearly laughs at the confusion she feels radiating off of him at the gesture. He tries to bring their lips together once more but as she had done before, and as she had done in their first kiss, she skips down to his jaw to try and find the scar she wanted to kiss earlier.

She finds it easily, tucked beneath his chin just as she remembers it. Against her lips it feels like nothing more than a small interruption to the stubble of his jaw, but she hopes that it conveys to him that she wants to know all of him - that she wants all of him.

He seems to understand this, or at least he is willing to tilt his chin back and endure the chaste press of her lips against such a vulnerable spot, only moving to rest his broad hands against the top of her hips. But when she attempts to continue her earlier teasing she can feel him growl against her, tugging her easily into his lap and catching her in a far less chaste kiss, tongue slipping immediately past her lips, seeking out her own. Sometimes it's easy for her to forget his strength with how carefully he touches her, how gentle he is with Yoruba , but it's impossible to ignore how easily he can move her around, or the muscles she can feel tensing beneath the blankets. Her hands reach out to grasp at his arms, delighting in their strength even as he is so careful not to crush her to him.

Though for all the heat of their kiss, there's no sense of urgency to it. He kisses her as if they have all the time in the world, taking time to explore every part of her mouth, even running his tongue over each of her teeth. She takes this as a chance to capture his tongue and suck gently at it, which earns her a deep groan as the Mandalorian pulls her even closer.

Amira uses the little space left between them to run her hands along his broad chest and back, nibbling at his lips and enjoying all the little sounds she can draw out of the man beneath her. Especially the small grunt when her fingers encounter a nipple, though this seems more than anything to inspire him to start tugging at her blouse.

She realizes she's still fully dressed and he's more than likely completely naked beneath the softly woven blankets. She definitely wants to explore that more, but for now she needs to lift her arms or end up tangled in her shirt. Once it's over her head and tossed to some other part of the room, she can feel him draw back to look at her.

"How do you get this off?"

Amira has to laugh a little at his confusion. She had forgotten that in her hurry to get to the village she had simply thrown her clothes over her nightdress. It was the same one she had been wearing when he had kidnapped her, and it wasn't exactly the kind of practical day clothing they had picked up for her along their journey. Instead it was of rich Karlini silk, soft and delicate and with a dozen tiny straps along her neck and down her shoulders. It wasn't nearly the puzzle that it appeared, but it couldn't exactly be removed with her skirts still wrapped around her waist.

"Let me…" she twists around so that she can reach down and tug off her boots, first of all.

This apparently causes her to wiggle against the Mandalorian's lap, making him groan above her. Her smile only widens as she does it again on purpose, even though the angle was all wrong to give any satisfaction to either of them. He gets back at her by bending down to kiss at the back of her neck and run warm hands down along her bare spine, distracting her from the task of removing her socks.

Once freed, the Mandalorian pulls her upright again, easily shifting her so that she is now straddling his lap. She is surprised to find how much she is enjoying him manhandling her into position, something that she used to find disorienting - but he was always so careful and pauses to let her adjust each time. Plus, he always seems to move her exactly where she wants to be. And right now there is nowhere she'd rather be than spread across his lap - though perhaps with a little less clothing between them.

"You'll also need to-" she trails off as she pulls his hands from her hips around to the ties of her skirts. Her own hands go to her hair, tugging it out of the soft braids that keep her hair from tangling in the night.

"My armor isn't even this complicated," he huffs out as she feels him struggling to loosen the tiny knots at her waist.

She tries and fails to hold in her laughter. "Switch?"

Her fingers are smaller, and used to working at the knots of her skirts. Meanwhile his hands feel much nicer running through her hair, combing out the ends of her braids and allowing her hair to fall loosely around her face. She unwinds her skirts easily and allows them to fall off the side of the bed, leaving her only in her thin nightdress with her hair unbound.

Amira can feel his eyes moving over her, as his hands finish combing through her locks and sliding down to her bared arms. One hand runs along the thin straps at her shoulder to the top edge of her nightdress, slipping a finger just underneath and running it along the top of her breast until he's halted by another strap. She can feel her nipples pebbling against the thin silk and knows her can see her reaction to his touch. She can almost hear him grinning.

"You still haven't told me how to get you out of this."

By way of explaining she tugs both hands down to the hem of her nightdress, which has ridden up to her mid thighs. She guides him to slide the dress upwards, and he makes sure to drag his wonderfully roughened hands along the soft skin of her thighs and sides as each new part of her is exposed. Every touch brings a fresh wave of heat and anticipation to pool in her belly. The complex straps glide easily over her raised arms as the nightdress is pulled off completely and discarded somewhere with the rest of her clothes. Now she is only left in a small pair of underwear and with just the blanket to separate them otherwise.

She'll never get used to being looked at rather than touched in moments like these, but she doesn't feel the least self-conscious beneath his gaze. He had patiently allowed her to map along his face, she can return the favor now - even if she would far prefer him to use his hands rather than his eyes to learn the shape of her.

"Beautiful," is all he says before his lips are at her neck, his hands running featherlight along her rib cage.

It's his turn to tease her now, lightly tracing along the undersides of her breasts as careful teeth scrape along her collarbone. Touching her like she's something precious and delicate.

"I won't break, you know." She isn't sure how much of his gentleness is for her and how much of it is just his own methodical nature.

"You can, but I won't let you," his voice rumbles meaningfully against her ear, where he's moved to bite a little more firmly at the side of her neck in deference to her pleas. She gasps at the slight sting of it, and the wonderful tingling sensation it sends down all of her limbs and straight into her core. His touch grows firmer but the excruciating pace of it stays the same.

"I won't let you break either…" Amira manages to breath out, in a much softer voice than she had intended.

But he doesn't argue with her, moving instead to kiss her once more. Her arms wind their way around his neck to hold him to her, as his hands finally cease their teasing touches and move to cup more firmly at her breasts. Her moan is swallowed up by their kiss, but she can tell he heard it anyway by the smile that grows against her lips, and the way his thumbs stretch up to trace along the edge of her nipples, drawing even more sounds from her.

She can't help but push her chest more firmly into his hands, bringing their bodies even closer together and reveling in all the newly bared skin between them. This also allows her to feel where he's already hard against her stomach. She grinds a little against him, and she can feel more than hear the groan that follows, but he shifts her back so he can bend down to mouth at the curve of her breasts. Her hands go immediately to his hair, half holding him in place half petting at him in encouragement to keep going. She's lost entirely in the sensation of his tongue flicking at her nipples and the tug of his lips against them, with just the barest hint of teeth. She wishes she could rock against him again but he's too far away. As his hand moves up give attention to her neglected breast she has to cover her mouth to keep from making too much noise. The others are asleep already but not so far away that they wouldn't hear the sounds her body longs to make.

The Mandalorian doesn't show any signs of tiring of this task, and Amira is reminded once again that this is probably the first time he's ever been able to put his mouth to someone else's chest. She knows it's a pretty heady sensation from both ends, but she's definitely the one going crazy with the way he's mapping out every single inch of her breasts, figuring out what makes her whole body shake with feeling of it. She could probably come just from this, she realizes, and is half tempted to let him go on as long as he seems to want to.

But beneath her he's all heat and solid muscle, and she's torn by the feeling of wanting to explore more of him too. It's with a pang of regret that she finally pulls him back, dragging him up into another kiss.

She's still a little shaky as she runs her hands down along his chest and shoulders, mapping out the smooth expanse of warm skin and hard muscle in her mind. She moves to nuzzle at the side of his neck, where she can feel the ends of his hair have grown damp with exertion. His scent fills her nose, her senses overwhelmed by him, but still she tries to catalog every sensation into her mental map of him. The feel of his hips jolting beneath her, hands tightening at the curve of her waist as her teeth graze at his shoulder. The taste of his skin at the hollow of his throat. The way he doesn't react as strongly as she does to gentle fingers plucking at his nipples, but how he does tense up deliciously at a firm bite to his pectorals.

To her mental picture she also adds the star shaped scar near his shoulder, the feel of his heartbeat beneath her lips and palm, a little sped up to match the quickness of his breath above her. Another scar, longer, along his ribs, beneath where his armor sits. She takes the time to kiss along each bit of uneven keloid tissue, reassuring herself that he's made it through each time.

She's brought out of these heavy thoughts as she attempts to kiss at a small scar along his side only to feel him twitch at her touch, a soft exhalation sounding above her. It was not a sound of pain.

"Are you ticklish?" She grins up at him, fingers brushing against his other side. He twitches again.

"No."

His voice is low and there's an attempted edge of menace to it, which is lost entirely to the fact that she now knows she has him completely powerless beneath her fingertips. But instead of conquering him with this new knowledge, she simply files that little piece of information away for a later time.

Still she can't help smiling at the little jump of muscles beneath his skin as she lightly traces over his abdomen - only tiny scars to be found here, nothing that worries her. But he groans once more as her fingers run through the trail of coarse hair that leads beneath the blankets.

"Is this alright?" She tests.

"Yes."

She shifts up a little so that she's facing him now as her hand dips below the blanket, finding him hot and hard beneath her fingers as she traces along the length of him. He cups at the back of her neck, pulling her into another kiss as her hand closes around him. She breathes in sharply when her fingers don't quite meet, but to keep him from being too smug about her response she gives him a firm stroke, drawing out an even louder gasp from him. Her thumb swipes up to spread the little beads of moisture at the tip downwards, allowing her fingers to slide smoothly along him. Each small stroke makes his breathing grow harder and the hands at her waist and neck to tighten.

She's barely started building up a rhythm before he's pushing her hands away, his hands grasping at the back of her thighs and pulling her upwards onto her knees until his stubble is brushing against her stomach. She manages to steady herself with her hands clutching at his shoulders, but the feel of him nuzzling and kissing at the soft skin of her belly is completely unbalancing.

His tongue dips into her navel and she nearly falls forward, but he manages to keep her upright. It's even harder to remain steady when he noses along the delicate edges of her underwear, and she is in no way prepared for the sensation of him kissing her through the fabric, where she can feel her desire already soaking through the thin material. When he pushes the fabric aside to lick at her right where she needs him most she actually does fall forward - and catches herself on the stone wall behind the bed. The stone is smooth and cool beneath her hands but his mouth is hot against her, and when he starts suckling at her clit she bends to press a burning cheek against the cool surface. One of her hands goes down to wind itself back into his hair.

"How are you so good at this?" She whispers against the wall, but he manages to hear her all the same. She can feel him shiver slightly against her.

"You're so good to me…" Another shiver, another piece of information to tuck away for later. She's half tempted to explore that now, but there are hands digging into her ass and bringing her more firmly against his face so that his tongue can lap into her, and she's lost for words.

Her legs are already shaking when his tongue returns to her clit, but then one of his hands presses forward to dip a finger into her core and she can no longer stay upright. The Mandalorian keeps her from falling back too hard, but she ends up sprawled backwards across his legs, knees still tucked beneath her, and breath coming out in harsh pants.

She can't even begrudge him the soft chuckle she hears as he moves to rearrange them. He gently pulls her legs to stretch out along the bed, bringing the pillow to the opposite side of the bed so she can rest her head back against it. He shifts over her, all his earlier exhaustion and soreness apparently gone now, to tug off the last remaining piece of clothing between them. His lips return to her breasts and her hips buck into the hand that reaches between her legs to cup her. One deliciously thick finger eases into her and she can feel her inner muscles tightening around it. The Mandalorian practically growls into the underside of her breast.

Her head turns to hide the sounds she's making into the pillow as she feels another finger enter her, both of them curling upwards and stroking towards her abdomen. She can feel her knees drawing up as his fingers wind her tighter and tighter. His lips return to her nipples and she can feel her nails digging into his shoulders but he doesn't seem to mind it one bit. Her hips are rocking against his hand, seeking to ease the building ache between her legs. She just needs a little more...

The Mandalorian trails his lips down her body once again, down to where his fingers are working steadily against her, stopping to breathe in the scent of her arousal. And it's so, so tempting to let him keep going. But before he can bring his mouth back down to her she halts him with a soft hand to his shoulder. She can feel his questioning look.

"I want you up here with me. Inside me."

She can feel a slight shudder run through him as her words reach him. He places a parting kiss to the soft curls of her mound before shifting up over her once more - she tries not to whine at the feeling of his fingers leaving her but his other hand reaches up to pet soothingly at her hair.

"You're sure?" His voice is low and intimate above her.

"I'm sure." She offers up easily, allowing her thighs to fall open so he can settle between them. Still, she can sense his hesitancy.

"We can stop at any point, if it gets to be too much," he stresses.

And it's worth him saying. For the last several months she hasn't had anything other than fingers - and of course, his mouth - between her legs, and he looms large above her. But she's impatient for the delicious stretch of him inside her, and she can't imagine ever wanting to stop.

Her legs go to wrap around his waist, urging him to move into her without words. Still, he's slow to line himself up against her, pressing forward so carefully she's not even sure he'll be able to make it in. But gradually he enters her, slowly, each inch a slow drag against her inner walls. And it's definitely a stretch, though not an entirely unpleasant one. Not with the way her awareness is drawn completely to the place where their bodies are now joined - to the way his body shakes with the effort of going slowly enough and her own internal muscles are already fluttering around the delicious intrusion.

When he's fully seated within her she can feel his forehead drop to press against her own, one trembling hand lifting to run soothing caresses along her side and down past her hip. Her own hands run softly along the nape of his neck and his shoulders.

"You're being so good…"

That draws out another full body shudder from the man above her, but he remains steady and unmoving inside her, giving her time to adjust. And it's certainly a lot, but she was already so, so ready for him, and so it's not long before her hips are shifting beneath him, encouraging him to move. He draws out carefully, and not very far, before pushing back into her just as slowly. It's several more excruciatingly slow strokes before her muscles relax enough to allow him to really move. He presses a little deeper but just as carefully as before. She bucks up into him to encourage him to move a little faster.

"Please…"

She can feel his desire for the same warring with his need not to hurt her. Finally, she feels a strong arm sliding beneath her back before he shifts back onto his knees, pulling her up along with him. She ends up straddling him once more, and his arms are wrapped around her back and tangled in her hair, but she realizes he's put her in charge of the pace in this new position.

It's a little harder in their current position to achieve very deep strokes, but Amira finds herself rocking against him at a more gratifying pace that has her clenching around him and him groaning beneath her. She smiles at the sound but she knows they can't be too loud, and she leans down to muffle him with a heated kiss.

His hands move down to her hips, slowing her slightly so they can pull back and breathe without fear of waking the household. Amira takes the opportunity to murmur soft praises into his ear, delighting at the feel of his fingers tightening into her hips with every word.

Abruptly, his voice cracks through her stream of praise, "call me by my name."

She knows her expression is one of confusion, what name is he asking for?

"My real name, I know you know it already," he whispers into her throat.

"Din…" she breathes out. She had hoped he would offer it to her himself one day, but somehow this is even better. That he accepts that she already knows the name he calls himself only in memories. "Din, Din…."

"Mira…"

And then she's kissing him again because she can feel that she wants to shout his name loud enough to wake the entire village. She tries to press his name directly into his mind, so he can hear her continue calling it out as loud as she wants to, though she's still not sure exactly how any of this works. But she can sense he knows all the same, what it is she wants to say to him.

Just as he seems to recognize that she's getting close - she realizes both of them are. One of his hands slips between them and down to her clit, drawing tight circles around the little bundle of nerves that has her bucking helplessly against him. She can feel Din starting to lose his rhythm as well, hips stuttering up to meet her.

Amira has no idea what stars look like, but she imagines they look something like the little bursts of crackling energy behind her eyelids as she finally shakes apart around him. Even more indescribable is the feeling of Din tensing beneath her, the warmth that fills her with his release.

Their lips are finally forced apart by the need to draw in oxygen with shuddering breaths, foreheads resting together as they take in the same air. She knows he'll have to put the helmet back on before daylight, but it's enough to have him with her now, just like this.