***This chapter contains NSFW content. 18+ only.***
The sky had already grown dim in the sky, the last of the hot sun's rays disappearing over the horizon a little over an hour ago.
Lysa had made good progress on catching up on deliveries. With many of her customers very happy to see her after her long stint away.
And so, with deliveries very much appreciated, and with payments collected, Lysa's tired-old speeder zipped down the dusty track towards Din's cabin.
She was starving and her entire body ached, but she felt happy going back to doing what she loved.
Lysa still thought about how one day she would love to own her own little bakery, just like her parents had all those years ago. But since Crix had left and stolen what little savings she had, that dream felt almost impossible. Nevertheless she would carry on, doing it this way, making deliveries, for as long as her body and her old landspeeder would allow.
Spotting the small warmly-lit cabin in the distance, Lysa couldn't help but smile. Realising that for the first time in years, she had something to look forward to coming home to.
Din and Grogu.
The pair who had lit a spark in her world, keeping the embers endlessly burning. Unlike Crix who had, day after day, set out to extinguish what little fire Lysa still had left in her.
With Din, Lysa felt safe, protected…loved.
Although she still felt far too cautious to think on that word too much, not wanting to get ahead of herself.
For despite Lysa knowing exactly how strong her feelings were toward the tall Mandalorian. She wasn't quite certain he felt the same as she did.
Lysa knew very little of the Mandalorians. She knew of course that they were revered as warriors and conquerors. Spoken about as legends. Lysa even remembered her father telling her of the tale of the Mythosaurs of Mandalore while she had been tucked up in bed as a child. Eager to hear more about the warriors who could tame such beasts she had asked for the same story over and over. But aside from this playful folklore, Lysa's path had never before crossed with the Mandalorian people, before arriving here on Nevarro.
But what Lysa did know, was that someone of Din's status did not belong with a lowly-baker's daughter from Naboo.
She was not a warrior. Nor did she come from a noble background.
And Din deserved far better than her.
So in spite of the warmth and belonging she felt when she was with him, she knew she needed to enjoy it for now. For what was between them surely could not last.
But pushing these thoughts from her mind, Lysa's eyes were fixed on the golden light that seemed to pour from the cabin's viewports ahead of her. Knowing that Din and Grogu were inside, an excitement bubbling inside her at the thought of seeing them again after such a long day.
She pulled up her speeder a few feet from Din's large and imposing N-1, feeling the vehicle come to a slow and juddering stop.
Pulling off her visor and tossing it down onto the seat beside her, Lysa hopped out, hitching up her now empty basket from the back and heaving it up into her arms.
She headed up the porch a few seconds later, before approaching the large front door, watching as it slid open before her.
She gazed around the small living space, her eyes landing on Din, sitting on the large flat couch, arms folded, with legs stretched out before him, crossed at the ankles. With Grogu lying asleep beside him, his little head resting comfortably against Din's waist.
Din was still and unmoving and did not acknowledge Lysa's presence. And Lysa smiled to herself as she placed down her basket carefully onto the worktop, realising that he must be sleeping too.
Not wanting to disturb him, she moved around into the small kitchen area and over to the sink. Washing her hands quietly under the faucet.
"There's fresh bone broth on the stove," came Din's sudden voice from behind her, causing her to jump.
She swung around, cocking an eyebrow to find that he had not moved from his spot. Wondering in fact if he had actually been sleeping in the first place.
Lysa smirked.
"Thanks," she uttered in reply, turning and crossing over to the counter in the centre of the living space, lifting the lid off of the large pot to inspect the contents, her stomach rumbling as she did so.
She carefully ladled some of the hearty broth into a cup.
"You really do like bone broth don't you?" she said, throwing him a teasing look as she came to lean her back up against the counter behind her, taking a grateful sip of the piping hot soup.
She saw Din move for the first time since she'd arrived back, shrugging his beskar covered shoulders.
"It's quick and easy-"
"And comes powdered for your convenience," Lysa said cutting across him, playfully repeating a jingle she had heard on the HoloNet some years back. Earning a huff and a head tilt from Din.
Lysa smirked behind her cup as she lifted it to her lips once more, taking another long sip and watching as Din eased himself from the couch.
He made sure Grogu was pretty much undisturbed before strolling towards her.
"Food is just fuel," he said in a goading voice, giving another shrug as he slowly moved around the kitchen counter, coming to stop just in front of Lysa.
But Lysa, who was enjoying this game, merely raised her eyebrows, taking another long sip of broth before lowering her cup.
"Well the other Mandalorians over the way don't seem to agree," she commented lightly. "They told me just earlier today that they would do anything to get a delivery from me every day."
Din took a step into Lysa now, closing the gap between them.
"That so?" he uttered in a low voice through his modulator, sending a pleasurable shiver through Lysa.
She gave a nod, taking a further drink from her cup.
"Mhhhmm," she purred. "One of them, Axe something-...He was telling me that he loves my sweet breads so much he'd do anything to get the recipe from me…"
Lysa suddenly heard Din give a low growl under his breath.
She smirked, placing the cup down at her side, before turning back to him.
"But I told him I had plans already today," Lysa finished lightly, wrinkling her nose. "Someone I wanted to get home to…"
Lysa found herself breathing hard at this close proximity to him. So close but not touching. Their bodies, a mere breath apart.
But Lysa took it upon herself to close that gap, pressing her palm flat to Din's beskar-plated chest.
"...but now that you've told me food is just fuel-" she said with a hearty sigh, extracting her hand from Din quickly, and shoving by him in a taunting manner, and heading in the direction of the door, a smirk lingering over her lips.
But suddenly, and as predicted, she felt Din's large gloved hand snake around her middle, stopping her in her tracks. As she felt him press his tall and broad form up against her from behind.
Lysa almost gave a moan, as she felt him lean his beskar-covered face, over her shoulder, pressing it gently to the side of hers.
"Hmmmm perhaps I was too hasty," he muttered in a dark and deliciously low voice into her ear, his voice rumbling through his modulator. "Maybe if you remind me what those sweet breads taste like again, I might change my mind."
"I'd have to add it to your tab…" Lysa breathed harshly, as she felt a wave of arousal pour through her. Wanting nothing more than for Din to take her right here, right now.
"Patuuu?"
Both Din and Lysa turned suddenly, to see Grogu rousing from his slumber groggily. Very obviously needing his bed.
From behind her, Lysa felt Din stand up straight, pulling himself from her, before giving an almighty huff of frustration at the disturbance.
Long enough for Lysa to extract herself from Din's grasp. She spun around on the spot. Coming to face the lean Mandalorian, before she picked up the last of her bone broth and took one final sip.
"I'm going to go freshen up," she uttered, throwing Din one last lingering look before placing her cup back down again and heading over to the Refresher.
Ready to take another well-deserved, sonic shower.
Fifteen minutes later, Lysa stepped out of the steam-filled Refresher feeling clean and fresh once again, after spending all day out on the hot and dusty Nevarro roads.
Her existence now felt so different than it had just a couple of weeks ago. With Crix she would always have to be sure to be home before sundown to ensure that dinner was on the table in good time. And with food to be cooked and a home to be cleaned, there was never any time for Lysa to enjoy a shower when she wanted one. Always having to wait until the housework was done and Crix was out to have one.
And yet today she had gotten home after dark, and found dinner waiting for her upon her return. It was such a small thing, likely a gesture that Din had barely noticed, but to Lysa it truly meant so much. Just being able to come home and have a full belly that she had not had to slave over a stove for. And to be able to feel clean and nice whenever she needed.
Lysa walked into the small living space which was now dimly lit and empty, wrapped in just a large charcoal gapgat towel, her long hair hanging loose over her bare shoulders. Padding across the floor on bare feet, she gazed around the darkened room to see the door to Din's sleeper open.
She smiled to herself now, licking at her lips, wandering over to the open doorway and peering inside…
…to see Din, sat upon the edge of the mattress, legs splayed, removing the last piece of armour from his person.
He placed the shoulder plate to the floor at his feet, before glancing up at Lysa who had come to stop in the doorway.
But he suddenly paused in what he was doing, sitting up slowly. And Lysa could tell that from behind his helmet vizor, he was taking her all in.
Lysa smiled at him, flushing instantly beneath his gaze.
"I take it Grogu's fast asleep?" she asked in a soft tone, both of her hands grasping tightly at the top of her knotted towel, tied neatly over her chest.
"He is," came the reply from Din, earning a nod from Lysa.
She swallowed expectantly, feeling her heart begin to pound inside her chest.
Lysa had felt herself desperate for his touch all day. With every spare moment, her thoughts lingering on him. Thinking of their night spent together. And how good it had felt to have his hands and his mouth on her.
Wanting nothing more than that all over again.
And again. And again.
She gently licked at her lips, wondering now if he wanted the same. But pushing aside her nerves, Lysa took a step into the room, approaching the tall Mandalorian, coming to stop in front of him.
He gazed up at Lysa, the entire world around them falling still, as the door slid shut behind her. Blocking out everything, leaving now just the two of them.
The viewport shutters were still open, casting a pale light over the room that illuminated the two figures as they gazed at one another.
Lysa's heart pounded in her chest. Her longing for the Mandalorian sat in front of her, overriding any fear of rejection she felt.
And gathering up every last inch of courage, Lysa gave another hard swallow, before taking another step forwards, closing the gap between them, and placing one hand to Din's tunic-clad shoulder. Before reaching up with the other and untying the towel around her middle…
…letting it fall to the floor beside Din's beskar armour with a soft whump. Revealing her naked body to him in a gesture of pure, burning need.
Telling him all he needed to know tonight, with that single gesture alone. Letting him know that she wanted him. Desperately.
She heard Din let out a shallow breath as he took her all in, his helmet-covered gaze drifting up and down her form greedily.
Lysa felt a flush creep over her bare breasts, but she no longer cared about saving her shame, feeling a tug low in her stomach, a sweet and torturous pulse dragging its way through her abdomen.
And it was only a second later, that she heard Din utter her name, his voice husky and full of a hunger she had never heard leave his lips before.
"Lysa…"
And with that, his gloved hands reached for the small of her waist, tugging her into him…
…his hands sliding quickly down her thighs, hitching up one leg at a time and pulling her naked form onto his lap with a grunt.
Lysa took in a sharp breath, both of her hands reaching for either side of his helmet for a brief moment, before she reached quickly over him, pressing the button just below the viewport shutters and plunging the pair of them instantly into darkness.
Not able to wait even a moment longer…
She heard the sudden hiss of the seal to Din's helmet being broken and the next thing she felt was his lips on hers.
Kriff.
Their kisses were immediately hot and frantic. With Lysa tugging at Din's tunic with nimble fingers as he wrestled it from his body, followed hurriedly by his gloves.
Free from the burden of clothes on his top half, Din allowed himself the chance to skim his hands over Lysa's curves. His warm hands teasing over her back, down to her hips, before coming to rest on the curved swell of her buttocks, suddenly tugging her pelvis ever closer to his.
Lysa could feel his erection pressing up through his pants, so desperate to remove the only piece of fabric between them keeping her from her pleasure.
Lips parted and met again, making deliciously wet noises, that caused blood to pump through Lysa's body. Her hips rolling into his, causing Din to groan again into her mouth.
Lysa's hands were on his jaw. His, on her hips, holding her in place, as they kissed again, moaning into each others lips.
This was a far more frantic and lustful pace that they were setting tonight, compared to the slow and sensual pleasure of the previous evening.
Everything about this was carnal. The intensity between them heightened. A burning hunger sweeping over the pair of them.
It was obvious now that both their minds had been on each other all day.
Tonight there felt like there was no time for foreplay. Their need for each other so very urgent.
All Lysa wanted was to feel him buried inside her.
And the two adults managed to abstain for maybe a minute longer, before both pairs of hands were at the buttons to Din's pants, fumbling between them.
Breaking from their hot and much needed kisses, Lysa sat herself up onto her knees, allowing Din space to shift his pants down his legs a little. Revealing his thick shaft, instantly springing to attention, with Lysa feeling it press against her soft thigh.
Barely a second passed, with their mouths meeting again, like magnets. Drawn to one another, like a parched man to a mirage in the desert. Tongues massaged, and swirled, battling for dominance, as Lysa settled her hips down once again…
..sliding her wet core over his throbbing erection.
But this was not the teasing and the testing of the previous night.
Now, both knew exactly what they wanted from this. What they needed.
For it was a need. No other word fit to describe what the pair of them felt for the other, in the dark and the heat of Din's Sleeper.
And with Lysa keeping one hand wrapped firmly around Din's neck, her other hand slid down to the space between them, grasping his length in her hand and giving it two swift pumps…
…before positioning it at her entrance, and sinking down slowly onto his hard cock.
Din's fingers pressed into the flesh of Lysa's hips, settling her in place, ensuring that she was filled to the hilt.
"Dank farrik," he groaned out into her lips. Before helping, as she pulled herself up slightly before, sliding down onto him once more.
She took a breath, the sensation already giving her all that she had fantasised about all day.
She grinded her hips into him once more, as Din began to press wet and well-needed kisses to the underside of her jaw.
The feeling of his lips lapping at her skin spurred her on to set a good pace, her hips rising and falling on him like waves on the ocean, causing her to give a heady moan.
They moved as one. Tonight, another opportunity to work out each other's rhythms. Getting to know what the other liked and didn't like. Although Lysa had to admit there was very little she imagined not liking when it came to sex with Din Djarin.
Lysa rode him hard now, her pace getting faster and more desperate, as his teeth grazed her neck, sucking on her skin, obviously knowing that it was likely to leave a very tell-tale mark the next day.
Lysa could feel her pleasure building, as she raked her hands through Din's shaggy hair and down his back. Bouncing on his cock, now completely slick with her juices.
She moved one hand around to his jaw, drawing his face to hers for another kiss. But it only lasted a moment, before Din drew his lips back from hers, giving a shuddering-
"Ohhh, dank farrik….Lysa-"
His breathing coming suddenly hard and fast.
Enjoying his words in response to her movements, Lysa parted her mouth, pressing her lips to his cheek.
Moving her kisses slowly down to his angular jawline, she bit at his skin gently with her teeth…
…not quite realising the reaction Din would have to that primal action.
And with one intoxicated grunt, Din suddenly gripped Lysa's hips hard, before holding her in place on his cock, turning them both over with one fluid movement…
…Lysa's back hitting the mattress below her as she gasped out in burning awe.
She could feel the heat and the possessiveness radiating off of Din now, as he sat up on his haunches, with his length still firmly inside her. Before gripping her hips and beginning to pound his cock into her at a pace that left Lysa with an instant starry vision.
She mewled out his name as his hips slammed into her again and again.
"Kriff…Din…oh ..kriiiiff…"
She could have laughed at the idea of him being nervous about his stamina last night. For tonight he was completely in control, building both her pleasure and his. Lysa feeling that familiar spring inside her begin to coil and tense.
His movements were rough and harsh but certainly needed, as Lysa arched her back moaning out, starting to feel a pulse drag through her walls and white spots to dance across her vision.
"Oh..yes…yes…don't stop…"
And Din certainly did not disobey her, pounding his cock into her sopping wet slit, his movements quickly becoming ragged and uncoordinated.
"Dank…Lysa…I'm-"
But he didn't finish his sentence, and even if he had it would be doubtful that Lysa would have even heard him…
…as she tumbled over the peak and into a splintering orgasm.
It was blinding and pulsed through her entire body, causing her thighs to shake and her back to arch, her eyes squeezing shut either side of the deep frown line that sat just above her nose.
She heard Din's own release come a mere second or two later, as he groaned out loudly, spilling himself inside her, his cock thrusting into her several more times as he did so.
The pair rode out their highs for a brief few moments, before Din dropped himself over Lysa, keeping himself propped up by one firm bicep, while his other hand snaked down, hitching up her knee and running his palm down the smooth skin of her outer thigh.
"Dank…I've wanted to do that all day," he uttered in a low voice, still catching his breath.
Lysa smiled, reaching up and gripping his face with her hands. A part of him she loved to touch, her fingers tracing over his every feature, trying to create a picture of him in her mind.
"Me too," she said in a soft breathless voice, her thumb grazing over his cheekbone.
Silence passed over the pair of them for a long few moments as they regained their oxygen. Before Lysa spoke again, her voice gentle and quiet.
"What colour are your eyes?" she asked, curiosity overwhelming her. Wanting so much to be able to picture him perfectly in every dream.
Din was quiet for a couple of seconds, though Lysa could almost sense the smile that danced over his lips, just a breath away from her now.
"Brown," he answered.
Lysa gave her own smile at this, her fingers tracing over one eyebrow and coming to stop at the space beside his outer eye.
"I know what colour yours are," Din said, speaking again with a warmth in his voice now. "The colour of the ocean on Spira on a clear day."
At his words Lysa smiled, flushing in spite of the darkness that surrounded them.
She had honestly never felt as loved and as cared for as she did right here and now with Din Djarin.
"It's always been my dream to go to Spira," she said in a faraway voice. "I've actually never been to a beach before. I've seen them in books and on the Holo of course, but-"
She trailed off. This was not the time to talk about impossible things.
But she suddenly felt Din's lips press against hers, which she welcomed, kissing him in return.
A moment later, Din drew back. "I'll take you to Spira," he said, giving her nose a gentle nudge with his own. Saying all he needed to say in that gesture alone.
And feeling so utterly overwhelmed. Not quite believing that anyone would be as kind and as true, as Din was to her. Lysa could only give a nod -despite knowing that Din wouldn't see it in the dark.
He kissed her once again, before easing himself from her, and collapsing down onto the mattress at Lysa's side.
And it took no more than a couple of seconds for Lysa to tuck herself into him comfortably, feeling his strong arms wrap around her protectively.
As she settled herself down to sleep, with Din Djarin beneath her…
…dreaming of a future filled with a clear green ocean and sandy beaches, and a tall Mandalorian by her side.
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