GOSH, being Din's nanny and living on the ship with him but complimenting him all the time because he gets shy and he admits he likes her.
Thanks for the idea live, hope you enjoy this little drabble :)
Warning: none, just shy din who doesn’t know how to admit his feelings.
It came out of no where, actually more like the deep, dark pits of hell itself. Love was something the Mandalorian was numb to and quite frankly scared of. It’s strange, the urge to protect not only the child but the woman he’s hired to care for him in his absence. It wasn’t always like this, at first another human being on the ship was annoying, having to find another place to fit another living thing, she was smaller in size but it just felt cramped but after a few months realized he liked the close proximity, she was a nurturer everything she touched bloomed into life, he would never admit it but himself included.
Din was never one to get embarrassed, he was proud of himself his accomplishments. Even now his blood pumps with strength, spreading throughout his whole body, it shows in his broad shoulders, hard chest and lean figure. He was a large man, at least she thought so, the basker may have added some bulkiness but she almost knows for a fact he is strong under it. Recently, the girl has become noticeably more flirty.. he likes to think it’s because he’s the only contender around, tries to tell himself it’s nothing more then that no matter how fast she makes his heart beat. It's basic human anatomy to need release, to communicate.
But right now he feels insecure than ever, especially with her eyes taking in the length of him as stands, a flirty smirk makes him clear his throat.
“Looking good Mando.” It was playful with small smile after that made his throat dry instantly. Redness flushing his body, he’s mentally cursing himself as he visibly tenses, blushing at the small comment like he was starved.
But boy, was he. He can’t name one time in his life a woman has complimented him, cared for him physically by making him sit down and eat a meal at least twice a day, and mentally when he feels his weakest, insuring everything will be fine.
This has been happening a lot lately, one small comment made his mind foggy only filling with thoughts of her. He feels like a creep, imaging her close at night, skin against skin, he’s starving for it but with every ounce of self control he has keeps his twitching fingers on his thigh. Even feet apart, across the room made him nervous, maybe even was scared. A certain beauty radiated off of her, she carries herself like no woman every will, independent, strong, brave but only one word sticks out the most; terrifying.
A woman like her is too much for a man like Din have and he knows it but somehow feels he would break his own legs to make her happy, fall to his knees to give her what she wanted, and that is what was scary, these feelings first started with the child, he’s helpless, so small and cute but somehow her own radiating beauty slipped through the cracks as well; he would die for them both.
Every single day, from every joke, ever word spoken, and every tear cried against his chest he fell more in love. Sure, he knew of his growing affections but never thought too much of it... it could never be, he was a Mandalorian, had a shitty ship with a child and she was a beautiful girl but he lives with her, it was normal to feel something right?
What finally gave him the realization that it was more was only about a week ago, it was bounty that had gone wrong, the both of them injured but watching her lift herself from the ground, hand holding aching ribs as she walked into that rubble of a falling building. He remembers calling out for her, begging her to stop, clenching his side to try and follow but it was no use, he thought he lost her forever, that the last image of her would burn his heart forever.
He remembers how beautiful she looked despite the blood the splattered her face and dripped down her chest, her suit ripped right above her chest, revealing the top of breast that heaved with every breath. Blood matting in at the spot of impact on her hair line and dripped down to her right eyebrow that matted dark. What made him bite his lip in emotion is the the small boy old tucked under her arm as the mother close by yells out as in relief as she hands him over unharmed. In that very moment Din knew he was fucked, his heart pounding against his chest, he couldn’t breath the pain was too much, but he didn’t want to take his eyes off the beauty in front of him.
“Mando?” Her sweet voice soothing his ringing ears as her hand rest against his chest, Din remembers the sting of his knees as he fell to the ground. “Can you hear me?” The last thing he saw before slipping into the dark place of his unconscious was those soft lips, he wishes he could taste.
That was almost a whole week ago, and he hasn’t talked to her since. He would jump into enemy fire any day, battle giant aliens, but when it came to her and it was absolutely terrifying.
“Why are you avoiding me?” He was so in his head he barely hears the words but pauses before he can enter the threshold of the cockpit, one hand grasping the ladder with leather. Din’s eyes nervously run over her face before dropping to the dips between her collar bones, wanting to skim finger tips against it, he wants to know what the salty skin will taste like on his tongue.
“I’m not.” His voice betrays him catching the small lace of her bralette peaking through the shirt not helping the fact that he wanted to taste every part of her skin and the pair of tights that leave little to imagination, he can’t help as his eyes take in every inch of her to her painted toes, the cutest shade that reminds him just how lovely she really is. “I’ve just been busy.”
“Are you mad at me or something?” The sadness in her voice makes his chest tighten. “I know you told me not to do in, but i heard her say her kid was in there. I had to.”
“No, no, that not it at all, you’re very brave.” She’s thankful for her cheeks already being red, because the compliment ignites heat and fills her chest crimson. “You did good cyar’ika.”
Din has this problem when it comes to her, his mouth moves before he can even process was he’s saying. His cheeks are rosy red as he caught awkwardly tensing at the nickname trying to avoid her gaze at all cost. “So you’re not mad at me?”
He shakes his head, “No.”
“Then why are you avoiding me?”
“You’re not a very good liar Din.” Din sighs at her words heart pounding, stomach filled with butterflies as she moves closer. Din steps backwards, not really sure what she’s doing until he’s trapped between the cold surface of the wall and the warmth of her body.
“I heard you talking to the child the other night.” Din squeezes his eyes shut in embarrassment, thankful she cannot see it. Of course he remembers what he confessed tucking the child into the bed telling him that his beautiful mother will be in to kiss him goodnight.. “Do you really think I’m beautiful?”
His eyes open in surprise to see the small smile against her lips. It almost enough to made him speechless but she decided to continue speaking, “I didn’t stay long, I didn’t want to invade your privacy but I heard that. I mean unless you didn’t mean it, then this is very embr--.”
“I think you’re very beautiful.” Sweaty palms rub against each other nervously. Her cheeks bloom red at the confession. The close proximity makes him nervous, the wave of heat and the beautiful floral scent mixed with the slight saltiness of her skin and he feels himself pushing closer to smell more.
Despite how nervous he was, he steps closer, the coldness of the helm softly nudging her shoulder breathing in heavily as the static of the vocoder picks it up. “Is that why you were avoiding me?”
Din didn’t know what made him say the words too distracted, not thinking clearly or the fact that her body heat makes his temperature rise and scrambles his brain. “No, I think I love you and It scares me.”
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