"I'm sure we are now." She laughs. They sit there for a while, monitoring the different screens. Eventually Din unbuckles his son and walks back into the ship, Riye in tow. Working together, they quickly clean up the mess. Luckily the heavy magnet on the burner salvaged the stew, which Din packages away for later.
Riye sits comfortably in the booth, leaning her head back and closing her eyes.
"If you're tired you should sleep." Din tells her.
"I'm not tired." Riye responds slowly. "I'm just feeling the wine a little bit." Grogu climbs onto her lap. "Hello Sweetpea." Riye then looks to Din with a giggle. "Sorry, not you. I'm talking to Grogu." She points her face to said Sweetpea and gives him a big smile. "You're such a good boy." she tells him. Grogu coos excitedly at her. Din sits down, watching them closely.
Riye turns to him, looking deeply at his helmet. "I really wonder what you look like." She shifts her body towards him, tucking a foot under her leg.
"Uh, I have a mustache."
She smiles big. "You sound handsome." She giggles to herself. Din can feel his cheeks heat up. She has a soft blush over her face and across her chest.
Is it the alcohol? He feels a slight buzz himself. He doesn't know what to say.
She leans closer to him. He can smell the wine on her breath. The same wine he can taste now. Is that what she would taste like?
"What about you?" She asks, her voice lowering.
"What about me?" Din tilts his head to the side. His heart is putting him through his paces.
Riye moves a hand to her chest, playing with her collarbone. She leans in more. "What do you think of me? Am I handsome?" She smiles playfully.
"Uh- I." Din can barely think. Is this a trap? She's waiting patiently for an answer. He is quiet. She leans in more, placing a hand on his thigh. Grogu climbs down and walks off, getting bored from the lack of attention. He finds his doll on the metal floor. Din starts to watch Grogu but the feeling of her hand moving inward, not higher just inward, draws his attention and a deep breath. He's handled random women coming onto him in the past, removing unwanted hands is easy, but this feels different. She's not a hooker trying to score a few credits, nor someone looking to brag about bedding a stoic Mandalorian. This feels different. Her hand feels different. But is she being serious? The wine and the chuckling forces him to doubt himself. But still he won't push her away.
"Won't you answer me?" She finally asks. Her tone is still lighthearted, but he can hear a hint of hurt behind the words. "I want to hear your voice." Her voice is getting lower, but not quite a whisper.
"You have nice skin." Din finally replies, really unsure of what to say.
The awkward words don't faze her. "What else?" She asks. Her hands are shaking but her gaze doesn't change.
"What else?" Din repeats, wanting to fill her request for more words but still not sure what exactly to say. "I like your eyes." She wets her lips and continues to wait for him to say more. She wants to feel wanted. She wants him to want her. Her own loneliness swirls in her blood, making her crave a connection. Not a connection with just anyone though. She has been content for many years. She has been unswayed many times. Vulnerability doesn't come easy in this culture. She wants a connection with him. This is different. This is a new feeling. She draws her hand just half an inch upward, nowhere close to dangerous. But, the feeling and the insinuation are things he has never accepted before, and therefore they are completely new. Anxiety and insecurity wrack his brain, but still he won't push her away. He finally notices her hands shaking. She nervously wets her lips.
"What else?" She asks, her voice shaking and desperate. She can feel her control loosening, her own insecurities keeping her desires at bay. She needs this. Her heart is beating so hard it feels like it might break. His silence forces another question from her lips. "Do you want me?" She squeezes his thigh for emphasis. Her voice is so low now, so close to a whisper. He searches her for any signs of teasing. He can see the way she is shaking. He can see the nervousness in her eyes. Can he really deny her? He doesn't want to.
His voice comes out hoarse, managing a singular "Yes."
She moves to straddle him, pressing her forehead to the forehead of his mask. Her hands on either side of his neck. He wants to kiss her so badly it physically hurts. In a stroke of genius he settles on removing his gloves, tossing them onto the table. Uncertainty swells up, his hands shake as he moves them to her, at first touching her clothed sides. The fabric is soft. She moves his hands down to her outer thighs. "I've never-" She starts before breathing deeply. He can feel goosebumps forming on her skin. "Please-" She pleads. She moves her lips to his ears. She presses her hips into him and he grabs her waist, fingers having already traced up the skin below her shorts. She moans in his ear. "You're the first-" She whispers, feeling embarrassed. "I don't know how much I can handle."
His fingertips caress her ass, gaining him another soft moan. She brings a hand to the bottom edge of his mask. He tenses up but she is only guiding his head to the side. She pulls the fabric around his neck down. She lays kisses along the length. Din feels unraveled at the sensation. She starts to suck at his skin.
Din groans, his hips twitch upwards. A reaction he couldn't control.
Riye stands immediately. Scooping Grogu up, she takes him to the bunkroom.
Questions swarm into his mind. Did he go too far? Did he do something wrong? She said this was her first time. Did he do too much for that? He's not exactly experienced himself, how would he know? His body feels cold in her absence. But just as suddenly as she left she returns. Standing for a moment in the doorway.
"I put him to bed." She tells him plainly. Looking to her face now, he can see a deep blush. Desire and lust and something else fills her eyes. Affection? Warmth? None are easy feelings to express for someone like him, nor someone like her. Why now? Why so suddenly? It feels so out of the blue to him, yet somehow nothing about this feels wrong. If this is a trap then he'd sooner die than not drop willingly down the pit.
She walks over to him. She is so beautiful right now. The anxiety and nervousness wash away as she straddles him again. She presses her full weight onto him. The armor is in the way but deep down they both know he won't remove it, so they must settle. Settle for the weight more so than the actual feeling of her soft warm thighs pressed into his, as well as that one place he can hardly think about for too long. It's almost too much as is.
He looks into her face and she looks down into his helmet. He wants her to see him. He wants her to know him truly.
She takes one of his hands into her own and places it over a breast. Over clothing, yet still so sweet. Soft and squishy. Bigger than his hand, not by much, just enough that he can't grasp the whole mound at once. He's staring at her chest as he touches her, concentration soon broken by a soft moan. He shoots his gaze up to her face. She looks so undone. Does she like it that much? He wonders how she would react to him touching her directly. He wonders what sounds he would elicit if he could wrap his mouth around her nipple. The thought drives him mad.
He moves his other hand up to her other breast. She rocks her hips. The armor is so constraining but she doesn't seem to mind. In a moment of bravery he slips his hands under the fabrics and pops her breasts out. Her pink nipples hard. He moves them in his hands, watching them with great interest. His ears turn red at the sounds she makes when he rubs over a bud with his thumb. She brings a hand to her mouth, trying to muffle the sounds.
He's quick to pull her hand away. He needs to hear her. He needs to hear more. He grabs her waist. Din lifts her up and onto the table, quickly pulling at her white bottoms. Soon they find their place on the ground and he moves the front panel of her dress to the side. Her legs are open for him.
She is watching him closely, biting her bottom lip. She feels embarrassed, nervous, and tremendously aroused. She decides that watching is too much, instead laying her head down onto the table. She's fully vulnerable to him now. Waiting for his touch.
He suspects that she would let him do whatever he wanted right now. How can she accept him so fully? Is he going too far? Why is she letting him take things so far? He traces the scar on her thigh with his thumb. He has the urge to kiss it.
A sinking feeling captures his stomach. Is this why? Because she owes him her life? Does she feel she has to do this?
"Din," she pleads. "Stop teasing me."
The feeling disappears. She wants him. She definitely wants him. She's shaking from anticipation. This isn't pity. This isn't duty. She wants him. Looking forward he can see that she is very wet. He wonders briefly what she tastes like. His mouth waters and he wets his lips. He wants this.
He slides his hand up her thigh. Her skin is so soft. He wants to hear his name on her lips again. He touches her hesitantly, her wetness quickly soaking his fingers. He feels drawn in, slipping a finger into her slowly. It's so tight and warm and soft. She squeezes his finger. He starts to slide in it out of her.
"More!" She begs in between moans. His heart is racing. He slips in another finger. She draws a hand down. He watches her rub her clit. She moans louder. "Din!" She calls out. "Don't stop!" Her other hand is in a fist, wrapped around one of his gloves. He tries not to change the pace of his fingers. He watches her breast move wildly.
"Din." She moans, her breathing becomes erratic. He feels her clench rhythmically around his fingers, imagining something else inside her. "I'm cumming." She sounds breathless. He waits for her to come down before removing himself from her. He can't believe that just happened. Slowly she sits up, her breath finally caught. "I guess it's my turn." She tells him, her eyes playful yet shy. He doesn't know what her turn entails.
She stands from the table, then crouches down. On her hands and knees, she crawls until she is between his thighs. She looks up at him. He touches her face, his thumb tracing over her lips. She takes his thumb into her mouth. A sharp intake of breath. Is she really going to do that? Her hands move up his thighs. He puts his hands down to his sides, giving her full reign.
She unbuttons and unzips his pants. She rubs him over his boxers before finally pulling him through the slit. He is big and hard. The tip is soft and slightly purple, already covered in precum. His cock twitches in her hand. It feels so hot. She rubs her thumb over the tip, spreading around the precum, before she gives it a taste. Bringing her lips slowly around the glans. The taste is rather neutral, somewhat pleasant even. She swirls her tongue around the head. Din groans.
Riye takes one of his hands and places it on the back of her head, threading his fingers through her hair. She starts to take him deeper. His hand is firm on her head. He doesn't want to force her but he unconsciously draws her down further until there are a couple inches of him that she cannot take. She lifts her head back to the tip, grasping the base of his shaft in her right hand. She starts to bob her head up and down, meeting her grip each time. His grip tightens slightly. He watches her take him in through those lips so soft. Hot and wet. She uses her tongue to press him against the roof of her mouth. The grip around his shaft is tight. He can't last long.
"I'm gonna cum!" He warns her. She bobs her head faster. She lets him cum deep into her mouth, swallowing after she draws back. Din feels empty, his helmet falling back against the wall.
She stands up, picking her shorts and underwear off the floor, and heads to the refresher.
Din lets himself dry for a moment before fixing his pants. He goes to the bunkroom and lays down on his bed, feet pointing to the door. He leaves the privacy partition open for now.
When she enters the room she's only in the shirt and shorts. She bends down in front of her bunk and adds the other articles to the cabinet. Standing, she walks to him. "Were you waiting for me?" She asks. He scoots over as she climbs in. They face each other, her face touching the front of his helmet. "Goodnight Din." Her hand rests at his chest and he wraps his arm around her.
"Goodnight Riye."
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The next morning Riye finds Grogu's new blaster in a corner of the cockpit. She brings the boys to the cargo bay, pretending to stick them up along the way. She's back in her armor. The warmth from Gese had fully left the ship sometime last night. She bends down and hands the toy to Grogu. He takes it from her hesitantly.
"This is a pretty simple device." She tells him. "Just point and shoot. The skill comes from aiming, which comes from practice." She crouches behind him and points the pistol at a target Din is setting up, a cup sitting at the very edge of the bench. She moves one of his fingers to the trigger. "Just squeeze." She commands.
He hits the side of the cup. Riye cheers at the sound of metal clanging to the ground. They spend a good chunk of the day like this. Din and Riye take turns collecting the rubber balls and refilling the blaster.
That night Din enters the bunkroom to find Riye laying in his bed, Grogu sitting on her stomach. She is singing an old Mandalorian lullaby. Grogu's eyes look heavy. Din sits down beside them. He looks over her body. She has changed into a long sleeved shirt and leggings. Her hair is braided and pinned much the same way as before. She doesn't seem embarrassed to sing. It's a song he doesn't recognize in a language not fully native to him. He wasn't young enough when he was a foundling for songs like this. He listens to the lyrics.
It's a song about a little boy lost in a forest. The tall trees tower over him. He sees monsters in the shadows. But the little boy isn't afraid. He has a warrior's heart. He climbs up the tall trees and finds the lights of his village. He uses the stars to help him stay in the right direction. When the shadows close in on him he lights a fire, scaring away the monsters. He makes a torch and soon finds himself safe in the village. His clan is proud of him and call him Mandalorian.
Din pulls a blanket over them and lays down. They've barely touched since yesterday. He laces their fingers together. The bunk is crowded right now, but none of them mind. They have all slept in much worse places, in fact this might be the best place any of them have ever slept. Grogu falls asleep first. Riye pets his head, her fingers soft and gentle. Din watches her face, so full of warmth. Her soft smile draws him in. He never wants this to end. Five more days to the settlement. Five more nights like this. His thoughts swim in his head.
He does get two more days until they need to stop to refuel and resupply. Din finds a planet named Uthuc. It's not a city world but the villages are developed enough to contain the things he needs. Riye and Grogu both seem excited for the chance to stretch their feet. Din has to plead with Grogu to leave his toy gun on the ship. He doesn't have the discipline yet to be trusted with any firearms outside a training situation. Unfortunately Grogu has become quite attached to the ability to pretend to be his father, like a child walking around in his dads shoes and carrying around his suitcase.
Riye simply removes the rubber balls and hands the blaster back to him. Grogu seems satisfied with the compromise, waving the pistol around over his head. Din picks him up and sits him in the floating cradle.
The cargo bay door opens in front of them. A rocky environment awaits. The buildings are made of mud and clay. The hot sun is high over the sky. Looking around they find many eyes on them. First piece of business will be understanding the motivation of the many onlookers.