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All was quiet in the small cabin, nestled on the edge of lava flats, in the middle of the Nevarro desert. Not a single sound could be heard, save for the soft breaths of the three people lying fast asleep inside.

Grogu in his own sleeper, lying on his back, out for the count.

And Din and Lysa in the other, both lost in their respective dream worlds. With Lysa lying on her side, and Din lying behind her, one arm thrown carelessly over her middle.

It was well into the early hours of the morning. The sky, still inky black above their heads. But from far across the desert plane, the screech of a loth cat in the distance, caused Lysa to stir a little.

She faintly roused from her sleep for a moment, pressing herself back into Din at the chill that seemed to flutter over her naked body. The heat of the day having filtered away as the hours had passed, leaving now, a cool and pleasant night.

Din Djarin gave a grumble in his sleep, feeling a sudden soft, warm mass press firmly against his pelvis.

His dozing body reacted in turn, with Din impulsively grinding his hips into the welcome object. It felt just perfect where it was, so warm, so inviting.

Din rolled his hips for a second time, letting out a light groan, as he felt the presence press back into him once again, causing his lengthy cock to stiffen. A feeling which roused Din suddenly from his sleep. Realising at once where he was, who he was with, and what he was pressed up against.

Lysa Kane.

His perfection.

Din's dazed and sleep-addled mind instantly drifting back to the events of just a few hours prior.

Lips pressed to skin. Bodies entwined. Satisfaction shared.

Din had basked in Lysa.

Just the taste of her. The sounds she made.

The feeling of her soft lips against his.

The elation of knowing that she wanted him, as much as he wanted her.

And here she was now…

Despite it being completely dark in the room, Din could still feel that they were both naked, and his beskar was still on the floor where he had left it.

And as much as Din had thought that would regret his decision to remove his helmet, he realised right now that he didn't. His need for Lysa taking priority over the Creed. Just as Grogu had all those many months ago.

Din could feel now that she was still asleep, her breathing rhythmic and slow. But her body seemed to move subconsciously. Obviously enjoying the sensation, just as Din had done, of his hips grinding into her round buttocks.

She shifted back against him again, letting out a soft moan in her sleep as she did so. The sound, triggering Din's cock to pulse as blood pumped through it, growing instantly harder.

Dank farrik.

He let out a huff of air, shifting his face and chest closer to her.

Her scent was intoxicating. Like honey and the sweetest, ripest peaches.

Din leant his face into Lysa's hair, breathing her in, getting completely lost in her.

She murmured out in her sleep, stirring slightly, at the feeling of his warm body pressed against hers.

Din, not wanting to alarm her, grazed the hand that was resting against the small of her waist, around to her stomach. The tips of his fingers ghosting across her smooth skin.

She let out another soft, yet grizzled, moan. Flexing her spine back into him, slowly rousing from her sleep

"Mmm…Din?" she purred, shifting against him, like a cat stretching after a long doze by the fire.

At her murmur, Din dropped his face to her skin, pressing an achingly-slow kiss to the space between her neck and shoulder.

Lysa groaned, pushing back against his, now-fully erect member, with her rear.

Despite the darkness, Din's hands had done the work those few hours prior, in tracing over every single curve of Lysa's perfect body, fully establishing the image of her naked form inside his mind.

If he could have changed only one thing, it would have been that they could have both seen each other, in the starlight. And that he could have looked upon the sheer majesty that was Lysa's naked body, in all its glory. But it was indeed a small price to pay to be able to share such intimacy with her and still keep to the Mandalorian code as best he could.

Din kissed up the side of her neck, coming to stop at the place just behind her ear, splaying his hand suddenly flat against her belly.

He could hear Lysa breathing hard now, obviously enjoying the feeling of him pressed so close. The sound spurring Din on, moving from gentle kisses to open-mouthed, hungry laps of her neck.

He felt her reach behind her and lift her hand to the side of his cheek, drawing his lips to hers with her knuckles. With Din finding her with head turned, waiting for him keenly.

Their lips met and they began to kiss each other slowly. Hot tongues dragging across one anothers in the dark.

But the moment only lasted for a few lengthy seconds, before Din felt her hand move from his face. Sliding instead down her front, and coming to rest on top of his hand, still positioned at her stomach, almost holding her in place as his hips roughly ground into hers from behind.

Din couldn't help but groan into her mouth at the feeling. His erection seeking contact with the crevice between her buttocks. Wanting so badly to be buried inside her, just as he had been just a few hours ago.

But before Din could do anything about that issue. To his utter surprise, Lysa began to seek out an antidote to her own craving.

And grasping Din's splayed hand in her own, she slowly guided it to the space between her legs. Din's fingers instantly meeting with the creamy wetness that pooled there, warm and inviting, allowing his rough digits to graze across her clit, oh-so slowly.

He couldn't help his lips from twitching up into a grin, as he kissed her, hearing her let out an aching moan into his mouth at the contact of his fingers as they swirled against her sweet spot.

She would have made such a bad bounty hunter, being as easy to read as she was, Din mused. Her body reacting, with every touch he gave her in one particular place.

Drawing her lips from his, Lysa let out a gasp, moaning through it, as she turned her face away from his. He imagined her now, eyes closed, mouth dropped open in a look of utter pleasure.

"Ohhh…Din…"

Din's cock throbbed at the sound of his name being uttered through her arousal.

And, unable to help himself any more, and finding himself encouraged by the sounds being emitted by the woman before him, Din removed his hand from her aching slit, just for a moment…

…before sliding his hand between the two of them and reaching for his hard cock. Feeling the first creamy drops of ejaculate leaking from his engorged tip.

Dank Farrik.

It was alarming how quickly she managed to get him into this state of utter arousal and longing.

But Lysa was two steps ahead of him yet again. And despite her dazed, and only just roused, state, she pressed herself back into him, almost pushing him down onto his back. Before sliding her thighs apart for him.

Din let out a huff of pure hunger, as he moved his other hand around her middle, finding the small of her waist and holding her flush to him…

…whilst his other hand pressed the tip of his cock to her soaking wet entrance and slowly eased himself into her from behind.

"Ngfff…" grunted Din involuntarily, as Lysa followed with a shallow moan as he entered her.

The angle felt good and from here Din was able to skim his arm back around Lysa's body, his fingers reaching for her sopping wet clit once more.

She reacted instantly to the feeling of his fingers, her hips convulsing like a wave. Causing Din to pull himself from her a little before pounding his cock back into her once more.

"Kriff, Din…yes…there…"

Dank.

Din really wasn't going to last long at this rate, feeling her arch her back into him, her neck lengthening as she let her head fall back against his shoulder. Moaning again as his hips moved against hers.

Din shifted his face, pressing his lips to her earlobe.

"There?" he murmured into it in a low and husky voice, drawing another soft moan from Lysa's lips.

He felt her nod desperately trying to catch her breath, as his fingers worked her in time to his thrusts.

"...Yes…" she gasped.

He felt her parted thighs grind against his pelvis in sync with his own. Almost as though they were as one. Figuring out each others rhythms. Working out exactly what the other needed.

Din's heart was thrumming a beat inside his ribs. So much so, he knew that Lysa would be able to feel it at such close proximity.

He wondered now how much of that heart rate was due to the adrenaline pumping through his body. And what was down to the fact that his feelings for Lysa were so strong he could feel them pressing against his heart, every moment he was with her. So wrapped up in her. Devoted to her. Utterly.

Din could feel himself quickly rocketing towards another orgasm.

But at this rate Lysa was going to get there before him, with Din feeling her give a gasp. Her hips grinding back into his, and her walls tightening around him.

"Ohhh...don't stop…please…"

Her words were pleading and desperate, as she arched her back into him and reached around grasping for the back of his head.

Din immediately pressed his lips to the crook of her neck, kissing her purposefully there, as his hips thrust into hers, and his soaked fingers thrummed over her clit.

Before Lysa jolted against his hand, giving a sudden cry out…

…clenching suddenly around his throbbing cock, causing Din to frown hard, his lips parting as he followed her into a splintering orgasm, that caused them both to grunt and groan out. The noise, a cacophony of pleasure.

Din's hips jerked into hers as he rode out his climax, with hot waves of ejaculate quickly coating Lysa's walls.

Dank farrik.

It took him a few seconds before the blinding white of pure pleasure slipped back into darkness once more, as Din caught his breath. Feeling Lysa, still leaning back against him, try her best to settle her own.

The pair lay there for a long few seconds. Before Din slowly extracted himself from her, as Lysa gave a contented sigh, shifting from her position and turning to face him into darkness.

Neither of them even whispered a word to one another, as Lysa reached up a hand and softly cupped Din's cheek.

The Mandalorian closed his eyes, savouring the feeling of her warm touch. Knowing that when he awoke again, he would have to return to the dark and heaviness of his beskar.

But for this brief moment he paused, allowing himself a ghost of a smile, as Lysa leaned forwards pressing her lips gently to his.

Their kiss only lasted for a brief few seconds, before Lysa pulled back and turned over, coming to lie, facing away from him once more.

Din felt her grasp up a handful of rumpled sheets before pulling them snugly over the pair of them. Settling herself back down once more. Nuzzling herself back into him.

And Din could only let out a huff of contentment, closing his eyes as he slipped a hand around Lysa's middle, tugging her close…

…before letting the welcome tides of sleep wash over him again. Leaving only the quiet of the desert night once more.

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