***This chapter contains some VERY NSFW content. 18+ only***

"C'mon, Mando. It's a classic!" said Karga in a booming voice, standing, hands proudly on hips, gazing up at the large ship before him.

"It's a hunk of junk, is what it is," replied Din in a scathing voice. "I'm not flying that."

The two men were stood in the Nevarro city shipyard, the sky above their heads now dark.

Over the past couple of days, Din had sought to make it his mission to fulfil Lysa's wish to travel off-planet and visit the stars. And knowing that he needed to borrow a ship far larger and more comfortable than the N-1, if he was to have a passenger as precious to him as Lysa Kane on board. Din had come, this evening, to see Greef Karga, knowing that his old friend owed him more than a favour or two.

And so thirty minutes later, here they stood, in the new base Karga had only recently set up. With a variety of ships all around them in the large hollowed out port, illuminated by artificial spotlights angled up from the ground.

The two men stood, gazing up at the ancient old modified Corellian light-freighter before them, with Din giving a huff of frustration.

Surely this wasn't the best Karga had to offer?

"Well this 'hunk of junk' apparently made the kessel run in less that twelve parsecs," noted Karga with a nod.

But Din merely gave a grumble. "Pfft. Looking at it I'm surprised it can even fly," he said moving over and giving the landing leg of the ship a brief kick with his foot.

"Oh it can fly," said Karga admiringly. "I won it fair and square off a guy in a game of sabaac a couple of months ago. He was not happy to see it go either. Him and his Wookie friend made a real scene."

"Haven't you got anything a bit more modern?" sighed Din, taking a few steps back and gazing around at the other ships in the small yard.

They had, so far, been around them all. Yet Din, so picky with his choices, had not been happy with any of the options that Karga had offered him.

But Karga turned to Din now, eyeing him.

"Y'know you still havent told me what you need to borrow a passenger ship for?" he commented, his bright eyes twinkling at Din knowingly. "Wouldn't have anything to do with a certain baker, who the last I heard, has been staying at your cabin for the past few weeks?"

But Din just tilted his head in an unimpressed fashion in Karga's direction.

He had always been a very private person, and he certainly wasn't keen on the entire city knowing his business.

"I just need a ship big enough to take three people off-planet," is all he replied, his voice low and firm, as Karga gave a huff.

"Well come back tomorrow evening and I'll see if there's anything else we might have stashed away that may be suitable," the High Magistrate said easily. "You know it's a good job I know you so well, Mando. Anyone else would call you closed-off."

Din pursed his lips, before brushing past Karga and heading out of the ship-yard without even a goodbye to his friend…

…as Karga watched him go, chuckling and giving a shake of his head as he watched the tall Mandalorian leave.

Twenty minutes later and Din landed his N-1 Starfighter, just outside his remote-cabin, set in the middle of the Nevarro desert.

The lights were on, shining a warm and welcoming light into the darkness of the surrounding scrub land.

He knew that Lysa was inside, having left Grogu in her capable hands, just an hour or so ago. But that hour was now late. Later than Din had planned, with Karga's day being full up with meeting after meeting for the entire day prior.

Lysa had already told him that she had planned to put a sleepy Grogu to bed, shortly after Din planned to leave, and then head to bed herself.

Having spent the entire morning baking her wares and then making deliveries, it was no surprise that Lysa needed her sleep.

Things between them had been greater than Din had ever imagined they could be.

Each day, the shining light of Lysa Kane, enveloped his very existence. Making him feel like a better man with every day that passed them by.

He knew that sooner or later he would have to go back to taking on bounties where he could get them. But for now he was enjoying these easy days here with her.

He dropped himself down from his ship and less than a minute later he was inside the door to the cabin.

The lights were on inside but they were on low. With no movement inside the small space, save for the last couple of glowing embers in the grate on the far side of the living space.

Din headed to Grogu's room first, opening the sliding door and checking in on his son, who was sleeping restfully in his tiny bed, where Lysa had obviously put him down not long ago.

A moment later he had closed the door once more, making for his own Sleeper where he knew that Lysa would likely be.

And low and behold, he opened the door, to be met with a sight that caused a tug far down low in his belly-

Lysa lying completely naked, across the white sheets of his bed, on her front, head resting on one crooked arm, long hair loose around her shoulders.

The rise and fall of her gorgeous visible curves caused Din's cock to immediately stiffen inside his pants.

But giving a swallow, and not wanting to disturb her- obviously sleeping, Din gave a sigh and began to remove his armour.

He placed each piece down as quietly as he could, followed swiftly by his boots and his gloves.

"Did you get what you needed to done?" came Lysa's sudden voice, a mere purr in the gloom of the sleeper.

Behind his beskar-mask, Din gave a wide grin.

She didn't move, at all, obviously having been dozing in place when he'd arrived home.

"Thought you were asleep," he said in a scolding voice, taking in her body one last time, before closing the door behind them, already having noted that the shutters were down, immediately blocking out the light in its entirety.

"I couldn't, without you with me," she said, sounding like she was stretching now in the darkness of the room, as Din removed his helmet with the familiar hiss of the seal being broken. "Did you get to see the High Magistrate?"

"Mhhmm," replied Din, setting down his helmet before peeling his tunic and pants from his body, leaving him just as naked as she was.

He then walked the two steps to the bed, coming to kneel down onto it.

A moment later Din leaned down over where he knew Lysa was, penning her in with two arms set rigid in place either side of her lithe body. Before pressing a gentle kiss to the centre of her dipped spine.

He heard her let out the smallest moan of satisfaction.

"Are you ever going to tell me what you were going there for? Or still with the mystery?" she asked in a vixen-like voice, obviously smiling now in the dark.

Din kissed her spine again, moving slightly lower this time.

"Sorry, it's a secret," he said in a playfully sarcastic tone. "On a need to know basis."

He heard her let out a teasing huff.

"Shame," she uttered in a voice filled with faux-sadness, as Din pressed a lingering kiss to the very small of her back. "I thought we were friends, Din Djarin."

"Hmmm," murmured Din in a goading voice, suddenly grasping Lysa around both thighs and shucking her up the bed a little roughly, lifting her behind into the air, causing her to squeal. Before his hands moved to the globes of her buttocks, spreading her legs from behind, and settling his face close to her rear. "I don't know about friends-"

And before Lysa could retort, Din had moved his nose and mouth to her achingly-wet slit, pressing his flat tongue to her, and causing her to moan out suddenly.

He could instantly feel the pull of the sheets below him, knowing that Lysa's fingers were likely wrapped tightly around them, at the sensation of his tongue exploring her sweet spot.

And she was sweet, her creamy wetness tasting of the sweetest, ripest peaches, causing Din to want nothing more than to gorge himself on what was there. Like a starved man.

Lying on the mattress himself, he hooked one of his legs up to allow himself the traction to shove his face further into her, his tongue delving inside as his hands held her thighs apart.

She moaned out loudly, purring out his name, causing Din's length to throb between his own legs. But right now his focus was not on himself, but on her. Missing her after only an hour spent away.

During the days when Lysa was working, out there making deliveries on her landspeeder, Din found himself craving her. Desperate to feel her body flush against his, to feel her hot skin graze his own, to taste her on his tongue.

She cried out again, this time her pelvis jolting slightly, seemingly reacting to his tongue's exploration of her. Before he slid his mouth over her clit, sucking on the small bundle of nerves, feeling Lysa's legs begin to tremble.

Had Din ever thought just over a week prior, before he had entered into what was now a sexual relationship with Lysa, he would be fulfilling every lustful fantasy both she and he had ever had, he would never have believed it.

And yet now here they were…enjoying each other in a way that Din had not enjoyed anyone before.

Din had had sex plenty of times in his twenties and even his thirties, seeking out his relief where he could get it. Usually finding women in a bar or Cantina where they were drawn to his abundance of credits and stoic manner. But these interactions had usually been one-night things, most-often up against a darkened wall at the back alley behind the bar itself. With Din never removing his helmet.

And yet now here he was, decades later, in his own Sleeper, with a woman he truly adored, doing all the filthy and delectably-sinful things twenty year old Din could only have dreamed of.

A few moments of lapping and kissing against Lysa later, and he had her mewling out, her behind raised in the air, face pressed into the pillow.

Pressing one last kiss to her throbbing clit, Din allowed her a moment or two to ride out her high, before he lifted his face from her, coming to kneel on his haunches.

His hands skimmed over the smooth skin of her back, feeling her now, suddenly press her ass back into him.

Dank farrik…

His hard length, slid against the space between her buttocks for the briefest seconds, as Din felt his breathing become shallow in his throat.

Reaching down he grasped his cock between his fingers, giving it a few hard pumps, dagging the tip of it up and down Lysa's sopping wet slit.

"Oh kriff…" she moaned out, backing into him again, with Din feeling her almost presenting her ass to him.

And Din, unable to hold himself back any longer, clenched his jaw hard as he pressed the tip of his erection to her entrance, before easing himself into her with a hard groan.

His hands moved to her hips, tugging himself back slightly, before pulling her back onto his cock once more.

A dark frown littered his brow, his mouth hanging open as he roughly slammed his hips into her, beginning to build up a harsh rhythm, which he could hear that Lysa was certainly enjoying.

"Kriff…Din…" she huffed out, moaning out loudly, as Din began to feel breathless, one of his hands skimming up Lysa's smooth spine, admiring the way it dipped down at the small of her back and then gave way to her rounded globes, which he pulled back against him now.

Din let out a grunt at the feeling of her. But he wanted more, a distance between them now that he wasn't used to.

And so, slowing in his movements and reaching beneath Lysa's stomach, he gave her a telltale pat, urging her up to him. Which she at once obliged, pushing herself from the mattress with her arms.

Din settled himself back down onto his heels, pulling Lysa with him, sitting her seated form onto his lap, her knees kneeling either side of him, all while his length was still hard and pulsing inside her.

She leaned her body back into him, her spine arching against his tight torso, as he pressed a firm kiss to her shoulder, feeling her slowly begin to move her hips against him. His hands holding them in place.

Din relaxed a little, enjoying the closeness between them.

He could hear now, her gentle ragged breaths, as she reached her hand up over her shoulder, her fingers grazing Din's cheek.

"Din…" she whispered in a voice of pure need, as her hips rose and fell against his, their bodies moving together as one, like waves on the ocean.

The moment now a world away from the harshness of a minute prior, now feeling intimate and tender.

Din allowed his lips to reach the space just beneath her ear, kissing her gently there. Feeling his heart ache despite her being right beside him.

Her long fingers toyed with his hair, as she let out another breathy moan.

Din breathed hard, his frown deepening. Half to do with the pleasure he felt from the rise and fall of her on him. And half do with something else that seemed to pull at him…a desperation growing inside of him. A need now to tell her how he truly felt about her. To open his heart.

"Din…" Lysa repeated in a gorgeous voice, pressing herself back into him, but Din stayed firm as his lips grazed over her earlobe, huffing a breath into her ear.

"Ner cyar'ika," he murmured out, unable to stop the words leaving his lips.

Lysa stilled in her movements for a brief moment, before turning her face to meet his in the dark, her hand on his neck drawing him to her.

Din could feel her breathing hard against his lips, and he could almost sense her beautiful eyes desperately trying to search for his in the dark.

Din gave a swallow, suddenly feeling himself tense slightly, feeling as exposed as he had just over a week ago when he had removed his helmet here in the Sleeper in front of Lysa for the first time.

Feeling now as though he had opened another piece of himself and allowed her inside.

"What does it mean?" she asked in a quiet, breathless voice that sounded to him like the sweetest birdsong, warming his ice-filled heart, cold from so many years out there alone.

And Din was quiet for a long moment before speaking, his long nose brushing against hers in the dark.

"It means….my darling," he replied, in a voice as quiet as hers, but his words were firm, meaningful.

Din was too cowardly to tell Lysa now how he felt, for the words he truly wanted to say still lingered on his tongue not yet spoken.

But Lysa seemed not to mind. With Din feeling her smile softly, as her lips found his in the darkness.

She kissed him now, gently at first, before she began to move her hips against him again, letting out a soft moan into his mouth.

Din was intoxicated by her, kissing her back with such ferocity, as his hand moved down her front and came to stop between her legs, finding that wet little sweet spot once more.

Lysa took in a gasping breath of pleasure, as their lips parted for a moment before meeting once more, kissing at one another heatedly.

Din thrummed his fingers over her clit, as he felt her jerk her hips against his, her grinding movements becoming intentionally faster. Bouncing up and down on his length, using her knees for leverage, as she tugged her lips from his, panting hard.

One of Din's hands remained on her hip, holding her to him, beginning to thrust up into her as best he could. Feeling the first waves of climax pulsing at his cock.

He squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a groan, his mouth opening as he felt her walls begin to squeeze and ripple as she rode him faster and faster. As though Din's words of affection had spurred on her urgency to reach that high with him.

And it took only a few seconds more, for Din's fingers and his cock to rocket Lysa into a shuddering orgasm. With Din following closely behind, as Lysa moaned out a mixture of curse words and Din's name, which brought him to his own climax. Her walls clenching around his cock, causing him to spill himself inside her before he could stop himself.

"Dank farrik…" he groaned out, as the pair stilled in their movements, slowly catching their breath.

Lysa still with her hand around Din's neck, ran her fingers through his hair affectionately before separating herself from him and coming to lie back down on her front on the mattress, giving a soft groan of satisfaction.

Din joined her immediately, slumping down beside her with a grunt, lying too on his stomach coming to face her.

He felt her knuckles graze his cheekbone gently, but Din reached up, taking her hand in his own and brought it to his lips. He pressed a gente kiss to those soft knuckles now, so wrapped up in her, he felt like nothing could tear them apart. With Din knowing that he would rip out the throat of anyone who dared try to take her from him now.

He felt Lysa sigh, settling herself close to Din, before a minute or so later, her breathing began to become more rhythmic, with het falling fairly quickly back to the sleep Din had disturbed her from.

But it took Din a little while longer to fall into that dreamworld himself, his hand sliding around the small of Lysa's waist, tugging her as close as he could get her.

"Ner Cyar'ika," Din murmured beneath his breath, finally allowing sleep to wash over him…

…knowing the words would still be there upon his lips when he woke.

Thanks so much to HandSpunYarns, MsRosePetal and WriterMonkey0626 for reviewing the last chapter.

I hope this one was ok. Lots of smut lately, but that will be the last for a while...

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