THEN

"Time for a nap," Din said laying the Child into his bunk. The kid blinked blearily at him fighting sleep. He never went down easy but today, once he was nestled into the hammock Vala had made, his eyes drifted close. Din closed the door and froze at the ladder to the cockpit for a long moment. A sense of unease roiled in his stomach.

It had been a long time since he'd done anything like this. Solitude had been his normal for years with nothing more than the occasional encounter to break the long stretches. An arrangement with more permanence was new territory.

He had taken a chance earlier, talking to her the way he had, touching her the way he had. It worked better than he expected. Vala had been putty in his hands. He had to stop himself from dragging her into the hold and tearing off her skirt. Of course, seeing her with his rifle didn't make it easy. But now Din realized, with time to herself, she could have changed her mind. Regained her sense and locked herself in the generator room to properly send the message that she wanted nothing to do with him. However…

'She could be waiting for me,' he reminded himself. In that case, it would be rude to leave her waiting while he wrestled with what may or may not be.

Mustering his courage, Din climbed the ladder. Opening the cockpit door, he found Vala leaning back against the flight console. At the sound of his steps, she pinned him with a flinty look. Calculations he had grown used to ran behind her eyes. Din stood in the doorway letting her appraise him.

His brain told him to say something, to break the heavy silence, but all he did was look. Stare, really, and drink her in. The moonlight bathed her in a cool light. Her hair was loose falling down her back in beautiful tight curls. The belt she'd worn earlier was gone, the skirt sitting on wide hips, hips he knew would look even better without it. He took its absence as a good sign. The ties of her shirt too. They sat half-done dangling enticingly at her front.

"You do make me uncomfortable," Vala said cutting the silence.

Din's stomach knotted as the sudden stone of his disappointment dropped into it. Mouth suddenly dry, he swallowed and started to apologize, but Vala spoke first.

"But I like it."

The words were solace made real. It dispelled the tightness of his apprehension in an instant. Planting himself in front of her with three quick steps, Din forced her to look up at him. "Then you're welcome." He rubbed his knuckles against the curve of her jaw and felt his cock press stiff and fat against the zipper of his flight suit. "I'm glad you're here."

She rested a hand on his arm. "Rules first, Mando."

He willed his stampeding pulse to slow. "What do you have in mind?"

"First, this doesn't stop either of us from pursuing other relationships. We shouldn't hinder each other from more lasting options if that's what we want." She said putting up a finger. Din nodded barely hearing her over the pounding pulse in his ear. "Second, we have to communicate clearly. If you want something ask me and I'll do the same." His mind began compiling a detailed to-do list. Things he'd mused about alone in his bunk or while watching her around the ship. "Third, if either of us wants to end it, all we have to do is say so. No questions asked."

'Simple.' He gave another nod and Vala went on.

"Fourth, when the kid is safe, with his own people, this ends. Can you agree to that?"

Din wet his lips. "I can. Is that all?" He dragged his thumb across her lower lip appreciating the plumpness of it.

"Only need to know your rules?" she said her pupils swelling slowly.

"The helmet stays on."

She grinned. "I never expected it to come off."

He lowered his hand onto the nape of her neck and rubbed his thumb down her throat, applying a threatening pressure. She bared her throat to him, red-brown lips parting in a soundless gasp. "I need to hear you say it," he explained.

Vala laid a hand on his. "I promise I'll never take your helmet off."

"Good. That's all I need." Din circled her waist with an arm and pulled her flush against him. The feel of her was inebriating. Her presence alone was enough to weaken his resolve and fog his mind but when she laid her hands on his shoulders his skin warmed and prickled in her wake.

"Then all we need to talk about is what we like and what we want."

"I want control," he said in a voice so steady and calm it surprised him, "but I want to earn it. I want to desecrate you, ruin you, have you bend to me because you want it." Running his hand slowly down her body, he found the soft mounds of her breasts, and, happy to feel she hadn't worn a bra, pinched her nipple under the thin fabric. She let out a moan, arching into him. Din's cock swelled.

She swallowed. "Do you think you can earn it?"

And there it was, the challenge he knew she could give him. "I know I can," he growled voice growing raw. His hand ran slowly down her body. "I can make you scream. Make you come so hard you shake. Make you beg." He slid his hand under the band of her skirt and explored the gusset of her underwear.

She was wet. Drenched. The fabric was damp and sticky through his gloves. Din bit back a moan as his balls tightened, worsening his aching cock. "I can help you relax. Put all those thoughts to rest while you're under me. You want to relax, don't you? Want me to look after you?" The words rushed out of him as his imagination pictured her legs wrapped around his waist. He held his breath as he waited for her answer.

Her eyes were heavy with lust, the lids half closed as she gazed into his visor. "Yes," she sighed her hips pushing slightly against his hand.

She gasped as he pressed against her, his cock pulsing in time with his heartbeat. "Then take your underwear off and get in my lap." He ordered.

Vala trembled at his words. Usually, she wasn't one for following orders but lust was eating at her senses and her urge to disobey was absent. Slowly, she pulled off her panties, careful to let him watch. He lifted an open palm. Raising an eyebrow at him, she dropped them into his hand.

Mando tucked the undergarment into his bandolier. Undoing his holster, he laid it in a chair, spun them both, and dropped into his usual seat at the helm. He spread his legs wide patting the beskar on his thigh in a silent order. His length was a solid column under his flight suit and her mouth watered at the shape of it. She wanted nothing more than to drop to her knees and free him but Mando cocked his head and patted his thigh again.

She slid into his lap smooth as silk, his beskar unyielding under her. Sitting on one thigh, she slung her knees over his other getting as close as possible to him. "Yes, sir," she purred running her hands between the gaps in his armor. He was solid and firm and strong. She wanted to feel more of him, all of him. "Is that what you want to hear? Or would you like to tell me your real name?"

He hiked up her skirt slowly. "Mando's just fine."

With heavy-lidded eyes, Vala nodded her head and pulled leisurely at the laces of her blouse. All the while, Mando watched keenly as his hand slip up her skirt, squeezing the soft flesh of her thighs. As the ties came undone, his other hand wandered across her back and pulled the opening wider until she was exposed.

Under her, his cock twitched.

"Open your mouth," he said gruffly. She obeyed happily and he placed the tips of his glove at her teeth. Against her lips, the leather felt well-worn and soft from long use. "Close."

He pulled his hand free and she saw a flash of olive skin and prominent veins before he slid it between her thighs. The feel of his skin quickened her breath. Slowly, he worked his way upward his ministrations pulling her taunt against him. A fogginess built in her mind at his touch. When his fingertips finally brushed her wet folds Vala couldn't stop her thighs from clenching around his hand.

Mando hummed and pressed against her clit pulling a muffled moan from her. "Shhh, pretty girl, we don't want to wake the baby," he groaned grinding himself against her. His other hand grasped under her knee and pulled her legs apart setting her foot against a chair. Increasing the pressure, he circled over her clit with his thumb and stroked her entrance with thick fingers.

Heat built in her at his caress. Vala arched her back against him swallowing the moan bubbling up her throat. The feel of her slick on his beskar and the firmness of his cock pressing against her fueled the haze in her mind. Rocking her hips, she let her head rest against his shoulder.

"You're beautiful," Mando moaned setting his chin on her neck to enjoy the view. His voice made her shudder. Dropping her leg, he took her nipple between two fingers and pinched. She couldn't stop her whimper. At the sound, he plunged two fingers into her and stars danced across her vision. The glove nearly slipped from her lips as she gasped for breath. His fingers stroked expertly at the sweet spot inside her, coaxing her closer and closer to her climax.

She tried to stifle her moans. Tried. But the sinful sounds of his fingers inside her and his heavy breath through the modulator made it impossible for her to hold back her sounds of enjoyment.

Yanking the glove from her mouth, Mando grabbed her by the throat and tilted her head toward him. It wasn't enough to hurt, no, just enough to control. To remind her how strong he was, how dangerous. "I'm going to make you come just like this," he growled, "sat in my lap, pussy dripping from nothing but my fingers." He sunk deeper inside of her sending a shock up her spine. "You're going to dream of this."

In his helmet, her reflection stared back at her with parted lips and eyes blown wide with lust. She knew he was right. The press of his fingers felt amazing, divine even, after months of imagining. He crooked his fingers upward and flicked her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her entire quivering body. She wanted more though. Wanted to feel him press against her, to feel the stretch he would cause, the satiny skin of him inside her.

"Please," she panted, "Mando, I want you inside me."

His grip on her throat grew tighter. "Soon, beautiful." He stroked faster and pressed his helmet against her forehead. "I want to feel you come on my fingers," he said voice raw.

That was enough to put her over the edge. Vision going white, her orgasm ripped through her. Her body went taunt as she arched into his hand, gasping for a breath she couldn't catch. Mando held her tight by her throat not relenting in the circles he made inside her.

Her senses returned slowly. Each muscle relaxed in turn and she let herself sink back against him blinking her vision clear.

Chest heaving, Mando pulled his fingers from her slowly and lifted them to her mouth.

"Clean them."

Lightheaded from her orgasm, she set her eyes on his visor and opened her mouth. Each digit she treated with care. Twirling her tongue along his fingers she imagined her mouth full of something else. Something wider, heavier, silkier.

Finishing, she slid off his lap and sunk between his legs. His lap was filthy with her which just made her want to show her appreciation even more. "I want to feel you in my mouth," she said rubbing his hard length.

"You'll get what I give you." He said leaning close, his thumb and forefinger bracketing her jaw.

She grasped him tightly through his pants making him hiss. "You want to give me this," she teased with another squeeze, "you're barely holding on."

"Always so difficult," he spat but he rose, undoing his zipper hastily. "Are you always going to be a brat?"

She meant to say something clever; something to needle him into chiding her with that deep baritone of his but her words fell away when he pulled out his dick. He was heavy and rigid, his swollen head already glistening. She couldn't stop herself from kissing his weeping tip. Mouth watering, she took him in hand and stroked relishing in the way his stomach fluttered at her touch.

"Do you think you can handle it?" He asked tightly. In answer, she laid her tongue flat against his base, dragged slowly up his cock, and at his tip slid his entire length down her throat in one quick motion. Mando moaned breathy and deep in his chest making her pussy pulse.

Rising back up she circled the ridge of his cock keeping her eyes trained on his helmet. He brushed a hand atop her head.

"You can pull it if you want."

Mando took a heavy breath and wrapped her hair around his hand. "I don't know that I'll be gentle." He warned voice heavy with lust.

Vala grinned. Making a line of kisses up his cock she said, "I don't want you to be." Then slid him down her throat again.

Mando reared under her, his other hand pushing her head down. The musky scent of him, the feel of his velvety skin in her mouth made her pussy drool. He pulled back with a gasp, only to slam her head down again. A sweet sting at the back of her throat was her reward. She hummed every time she hit his base and at the apex sucked on his head twirling her tongue along his tip. With trembling hands, he peeled his other glove off, ran them into her hair, and then pushed her down holding her close to him with a groan.

He held her for two heavy breaths, visor trained on her, before pulling her off of him with a pop. The sight of him watching her with his dick in her mouth made her weak. Made her want to see what else she could get him to do to her.

What she wanted though, was to see how quickly she could get him to come undone. From the looks of his heaving chest…not long. She opened her mouth and leaned toward him but he stopped her with an authoritative yank.

"Turn around," he ordered, his voice sharp as a knife. "I need to feel how tight you are."

Vala twisted around with a speed that shouted desperation, a desperation that matched his own, and arched her back expertly. Din reveled in the sight. Her ass was bared to him. her plump cheeks glistened with her slick juices. Kneeling, he ran his palm across her soaking mound and felt her shudder.

"I'm going to ruin you," he crooned placing himself at her entrance, "stretch you around my big cock." Rubbing his dick between her silken folds, he grabbed her hips and kept her from rocking back onto him. "But first you have to beg for it."

"Please." Her voice was strangled with lust. Din filed it away as a keepsake. "Please, Mando, don't tease me."

He grinned wickedly under his helmet. Grabbing her hips, he planted a leg and pushed inside her stopping right at his tip. Vala tried to push back against him, pull him deeper inside of her but he fought off the honeyed pull and listened to the frustrated growl she let loose.

"Beg."

"Mando, please. Please, fuck me."

A yelp escaped her as he snapped his hips forward sinking nearly to his base. Din let loose a shuddering breath. She was insanely tight, it was deadly to the little bit of resolve he had left. He forced himself to hold off.

Dragging himself out agonizingly slow, he waited to hear her sounds of protest before slamming back against her with a punishing thrust. Her pussy yielded to him in increments. Each time he grew closer to bottoming out in her, the hold on his control grew weaker. She clawed at the floor below him, her face planted sideways allowing him to see the look of pleasure painted on her face. Her eyes shone with a dark ecstasy that swelled his chest with pride.

Moaning, he leaned over her and planted a hand by her head. "Oh, pretty girl, you're so good," he gasped, "s-so perfect. I can feel you tightening on me. You want to make me come that bad?"

Quiet pants and bitten-back moans were all that answered him. Her hand grasped at his and he let their fingers intertwine. Finally sinking to his base, she clenched around him and he broke her restraint pulling a strangled moan from her that made her eyes roll upward. Her body all but begged him to do it all over again.

He was happy to oblige.

Picking up his pace, Din slammed into her again and again, his breath growing heavy and uneven. The tightness at the base of his spine was near unbearable but he held off his climax. She moaned helplessly gripping him tight enough for her nails to bite into his exposed skin. The weight of him bearing down on her sunk to the floor but he only followed her down refusing to change his punishing pace.

Buried in the soft coils of her hair, Din breathed in deep. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating. His balls tensed. Wrapping an arm around her stomach, he savored the solid feel of her.

Trapped between him and the floor, Vala chanted his name like a prayer. "Mando, Mando, Mando."

"I know pretty girl. It's good, it's sooo good. You're so good, Vala." he said pressing his forehead next to hers.

Fluttering around him, she came with a stifled cry.

It broke his resolve.

His pace stuttered and he felt himself come undone. It was an audible snap as he crashed into her one final time. White specks peppered his vision. Sinking deeper, he snarled, her name sweet on his tongue, and spilled himself inside her.

The tension released from his body all at once, his body falling limp against her.

Panting, he rubbed her stomach and gave a content hum. "You were amazing," he breathed lifting off her slightly.

Vala's senses returned slowly. For a long moment, her little squeezes along his arm were the only way he knew she was still conscious. He ran a thumb along her knuckles.

"Vala?"

"You are very lucky I have an implant," she said finally, her voice laden with pleasure.

Din chuckled and helped her up, leaning her back onto him. She looked a beautiful mess. Head laid against his chest, she was gulping down heavy breaths, her bronze skin slick with sweat. Her curls stuck to her chest and pooled in his lap.

Massaging her arms and stomach, he aimed to help soothe the sting being crushed no doubt left. "So, what do you want?" he asked.

Vala smiled brilliantly and said, much to his satisfaction, "That. All the time."