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Magnetic - Chapter 21: Under The Lights

Pairing: Din x Force Sensitive Reader (female reader insert; no ‘Y/N’)

Word Count: 10,991

Rating: Full citrus. This is a zesty one.

Summary: Waking up next to Din will never get old, but only a few minutes after opening your eyes, you’re faced with the need to explain.

Both of you know that that how things are on the ship isn’t how things will always be, but you’re determined to enjoy every moment you can before your arrival on Mandalore.

* Mando’a translations at the end of the chapter BUT DON’T PEEK

Author’s note:

I am the worst. It’s been like 5 months and I understand if people are no longer interested in this story - but I’m still telling it so... Thank you for your patience. Thank you for your understanding and your kind messages in support. Thank you for encouraging me in every way. It’s been about a year since I posted the first chapter of this, and while I didn’t ever intend to drag it out for so long... I appreciate all of you for sticking around. I hope you enjoy reading this one - because I certainly enjoyed writing it.

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When you woke up the following morning, Din was still in bed next to you. For the first time, you opened your eyes and saw his face, one cheek pressed against the pillow, half of his mouth and one eye hidden, too. This is just the first morning. It was impossible to keep from reaching over and brushing your thumb over the stubble that covered his visible cheek and jaw, fingers trailing back toward his hairline. I don’t have to. You felt the moment he woke up, his body going rigid, and so you stopped, leaving your hand in place and holding your breath. Give him a second.

You knew what the issue was - you’d fallen asleep with the light on, the two of you moving from the cockpit into the bedroom, and there was nothing hiding the man from you. This is the first time he’s … except with Grogu. “Good morning, Din.” You spoke quietly, finally daring to breathe, and to your surprise, he relaxed after a few seconds, turning his head slightly more toward the pillow, the lower part of his jaw moving as he yawned. As you pulled your hand away, you pressed your lips together, readying yourself to roll away from him, but Din stopped you with the tightening of his hold on your hip, fingers digging in.

“It’s going to… take me some time.” He sighed, head once again in the position you’d woken up to see, one of the man’s eyes staring intently at you. “I’m not used to -” “I know.” You let your hand fall back onto his arm, squeezing the skin over his tattoo. “Don’t worry about it, Din. I don’t … I should have turned the light off before we fell asleep.” At that, he laughed, rolling onto his back and reaching up to rub at his eyes with the ends of his fingers. Why is he laughing?

“No, you shouldn’t have.” He grinned at you when he met your eyes again, the dimple present - a deep divot in his cheek. “There isn’t… a reason to anymore.” It was the truth, but it was also something that you’d need time to adjust to. It still hadn’t sunk in that you no longer had to worry about closing your eyes when the man turned on the light to walk into the fresher, or backing away when he was in the cockpit without his helmet on. I get to look at him whenever I … whenever I want. It would take just as much getting used to for you as it would for him, but the man had already reacted better than you’d thought he would.

“So it wasn’t a dream?” Propping yourself up on one elbow, you watched as he raised an eyebrow. “We’re actually doing this?”

“We are.” Din wet his lower lip, the drag of his tongue slow. “We did.” Your heart swelled within your chest, but before you could answer him, Din moved, still lightning fast even from flat on his back. You were pinned beneath him in no time, the man balancing above you on one knee, which was slotted between your legs. Oh, shit. Instead of lowering his face toward yours right away, he just gazed down at you, unblinking. You’d never seen - or felt anything so gentle from the man, and had you not seen the way he acted with Grogu, you would have thought it entirely impossible, something you were imagining. “It can’t be like this all the time.”

You saw the lines appearing between his brows again, lips pushed out into the same pout you’d noticed the previous night when he was deep in thought. “I know.” You whispered the words, head nodding up and down. “I don’t expect it to be.” You knew what he meant - that things on Mandalore wouldn’t be as carefree, that he’d have responsibilities that he’d need to attend to, that you wouldn’t wake up next to him every single morning in a bed that you’d shared the night before. “You’re the Mand’alor, Din. You have -” He cut you off with a kiss, lips warm and firm against yours, and even though you wanted to push him away, telling him to let you go and brush your teeth first, you couldn’t, instead reaching up to tangle your fingers in his hair, head cocking to one side as your lips parted for him.

But before either of you could deepen the kiss, you heard a quiet cooing noise from the door, and a single thought was nearly screamed into your mind. WHAT? You sucked in a breath, freezing beneath the man as your hands stilled. Oh, Maker. Grogu. When you pushed on Din’s shoulders, urging the man away from you, you could feel the confusion rolling off of him in waves, but by the time he was settled back on the mattress next to you, you were sitting up, too, both pairs of eyes on the doorway. Ah, kriff.

Grogu stood in it, hands held in front of his body with his fingers locked together, head moving back and forth between the two of you. No helmet? No, buddy. You looked over at Din and saw that his eyes were also wide and focused on Grogu, the man silent. “C’mere, kid.” He spoke before you could, holding a hand up and beckoning for Grogu, but made no move to get out of the bed. “Get up here.” The child moved quickly, toddling across the floor and then using the blankets to pull himself up and onto the bed, but stopped at the foot of it, still looking between you and Din, his ears down and back. Showed you? He did. You didn’t know what else to say, because the situation was awkward - and when Din was right there, it wasn’t your place. Or is it now?

You’d figured that Din would go downstairs first, leaving you to get dressed before you followed him, and the three of you would have some sort of discussion in the lower level of the ship, but that wasn’t an option any longer. “Grogu?” Your voice quiet, you spoke to him the same way you did at the Academy when you were trying to tell him something important. “Your dad and me … we -” Together? Chewing on your lip, you turned your head toward Din. “He asked if we were together, Din.” You watched Din’s chest rise, watched him lift both arms and reach for Grogu.

“I guess the Lothcat’s out of the bag, kid.” He nodded. “Yeah, we’re … it’s what we talked about, pal.” Talked about? What does that mean? With a squeal, Grogu launched himself into the man’s arms, Din smoothly catching him and pulling the child to his chest. Family. After a few seconds of excited babble, Grogu backed his head away from Din and looked up, raising one hand to the man’s chin, his clawed fingers brushing the skin there. “Want me to tell her, or do you?”

“Someone better tell me.” You blinked quickly, letting out your breath in a quiet huff. “I feel like I’m -”

“I told you I talked to Fett.” Din shifted Grogu from both arms to one, cradling him at the bend of his elbow so that he was facing your direction. “But I also… asked Grogu if…” Din trailed off, his free hand rubbing the top of Grogu’s head. Asked what? Grogu? Want to be family. You felt the tears welling up again, but you were beaming, reaching for the man in the same motion as you scooted closer to the pair of them.

“You asked him if he wanted us to be a family, Din?” Placing one hand on top of the one that Din had wrapped around Grogu’s body, you reached for his face with the other, palm flat against it. “So Grogu knew? He -” “No.” Clearing his throat, Din finally looked away from the kid and back at you, the expression on his face serious. “I… I asked him if he’d ever be able to choose between staying with me and going back with you.” You what? “He… can’t talk, but I …” Din closed his eyes briefly. “I could feel that he didn’t want to pick, that it … wouldn’t be easy for him.” Grogu? Can’t pick. He reached for you, then, Din letting him crawl into your lap and snuggle into your chest, one hand gripping the material of the shirt you wore. “I couldn’t tell him too much because I didn’t want to risk him thinking too hard and you … Dank Farrik, the way he looked at me... ” He wanted to be the one to tell me, not … not let it be Grogu.

“When?” The tears were leaking down your face slowly, but you were still smiling, heart filled with love for the man and the child. “When did you -” “Nevarro. When we were camping. I had to know.” He didn’t say anything else, glancing down at Grogu and then saying your name quietly. “Aliit ori’shya tal’din.” What? You met his eyes, Din’s were boring into you, begging you to not only listen but to understand, too. “Family is more than blood.” He reached for Grogu, the child’s fingers curling around one of the man’s outstretched ones. Before he spoke again, he took a long, deep breath and settled his hand against the side of your neck. “I had the Tribe and my covert. You had the Jedi. Grogu … had someone that was able to save him once.” Din blinked, and you watched as he straightened his shoulders. “Now we have each other.”

If someone had told you on your first night in Nevarro that within the span of a few months, you’d be sitting in the position you were with the Mandalorian and Grogu, you would have bet every credit to your name that they would have been wrong. But I would have been wrong instead. “We do.” Leaning forward, you kissed Din quickly, then dropped your head down to kiss the top of Grogu’s, eyes closing as you made contact with it. You’d considered the kid family for a while, even though it wasn’t something that you’d admitted out loud to yourself or to him. “I love you, Grogu.” You whispered the words. “You and your dad.” I know. You bit back a laugh, kissing him again and then straightening up. Love both too. We’d make terrible Jedi, kid. He giggled at that, and you looked at Din again, drinking in the appearance of his features - the way there were still lines from the blanket on his chest, the way his hair stuck out in unruly curls, the patchiness of his beard and the way it was threaded with gray. I’m the only person sees these things.

“We should go eat.” Din sniffed, the color rising in his cheeks as you eyed him. “I’m sure the kid’s hungry, because I know I am.” Your eyes widened as you realized that whatever meal came next would be the first one you truly shared with Din. And maybe the first real one he’s had with an adult in … You knew that he’d had drinks with Cara and others, but figured that his time with them without the helmet had been short and only when necessary. Even though he said having it off with them was … But you realized that it was different with those people. Every time he took the helmet off with them, it was because he’d had to say goodbye to Grogu in the first place. They saw him because he … had to let them. Despite that, Din never seemed to hesitate when it came to the child and taking the helmet off. Because that’s his kid. It’s not the same.

You realized that you’d been silent for too long when Grogu began tugging on your shirt sleeve. Hungry. “Of course you’re hungry.” You rolled your eyes, scooping him up and swinging out of the bed in one movement, stepping toward the door before you looked back over your shoulder at Din. “You better not chew with your mouth open like your kid does, Mando.”

He barely concealed his snort as he got out of the bed and followed you, his hands finding your waist before you’d even made it out of the bedroom. I like not having to hide this with him.

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“Grogu, seriously.” You covered your eyes with one hand, sighing. “It’s bedtime.” The child paid you no attention, though, continuing his journey back and forth up the long corridor that spanned the length of the ship’s hull. “You’re going to have to -” Not tired. Of course you aren’t. You sighed again, dropping onto one of the crates and staying silent, eyes on the small green head as it bobbed away and into the darkness.

The previous hours had been filled with the three of you spending time together. It started with breakfast - you and Din on separate crates while Grogu settled onto the cot between you, head moving back and forth. It was new for all of you - the feeling of eating together, the ability to have a conversation while looking at each other - the way the muscles in Din’s jaw and throat worked as he chewed and swallowed - but you ate heartily, enjoying the feeling of being together, and you could feel that Din and Grogu did, too.

Grogu hadn’t napped at all, following you and Din into the cockpit for a while and moving between your laps, reaching up to touch Din’s face every now and then while he thought things at you. Happy. Family. Stay. He’d made his choice - and you knew it, meaning that the only thing left to do would be to call Luke. Gotta wait to see what happens on Mandalore, kid. I know you want to stay, but we need to make sure it’s safe. He’d only blinked at you then in response, but you knew he understood.

Din wouldn’t let you or Grogu get into trouble, and if he perceived anyone or anything on Mandalore as an immediate threat, you knew that he’d want to send you away until it could be neutralized. Including Goscall. But you weren’t worried; a planet full of Mandalorians wouldn’t be a good place for anyone looking for revenge to head to, and despite the fact that he’d been a relatively big name in the criminal circle, you didn’t think that his men were stupid. But you never know.

After the cockpit, you and the kid had made your way back down to the main floor of the ship, getting in your daily practice session. Din wandered down halfway through, dropping cross-legged onto the thin mattress, chin resting on one hand as he braced his elbow on his knee. You focused on Grogu - as always - but were very aware of Din, too, and finally getting to see the expressions on his face as he watched you and Grogu made your chest feel tight. He’s so proud. You’d seen it in his body language before, heard it in his modulated voice, but actually seeing the way he corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the way his dimple deepened when he laughed along with the way it looked when his lips parted as he grinned, showing off straight, white teeth was eye opening for you.

His reactions were no different than any other human man, and even though he was still imposing, you knew that you’d likely never look at him the same way again, never be able to forget the way things changed when he showed you his true self. I wonder what this feels like for him.

It made you almost certain that all Mandalorians that remained hidden did so more for the image it allowed them to project than because they truly believed that anonymity was necessary. But it’s what they know and what they believe. You’d kept your eyes on Din while he was interacting with Grogu, the man’s smile genuine, his eyes warm and focused on the child at his feet. It was the same as it was when he was covered head to toe in beskar, but it was also different, and you realized just how much you appreciated every moment you had with them. Like this. I know it can’t be like this all the time, but this is … exactly what I wanted.

You and Din took turns in the fresher - him offering to let you go first after you’d all eaten dinner, giving you the chance to clean yourself up while he spent some time with Grogu. You’d done just that, taking a few extra minutes to ensure that you were as clean from head to toe as possible, ready for whatever happened that night, excited to be with Din in the light for the first time. But we have to get this kid to sleep first. You sighed as you watched him run, the soft patter of his feet punctuated by a rapid click click click as his clawed toes hit the floor. Din was behind the closed fresher door, the sound of the water quiet but still audible, and you hummed softly, thinking.

How do I get him to sleep? You followed with your eyes as he began to climb one of the cargo nets attached to the curved interior wall of the ship, a few grunts of exertion reaching your ears. Maybe he’ll tire himself out this way. But you knew that it was just excitement for him - you could feel it, Grogu thrilled that the three of you were together, and could stay that way, that he would get to see Din’s face whenever the three of you were in private and not only when it was the two of them. “He’s usually settled down by now.” Turning your head at the sound of the man’s voice, you let yourself stare, Din dressed in a pair of loose pants and one of his light colored undershirts, a few damp spots visible on his torso. “Why is he -” “He’s just excited, Din.” Fighting back a smile, you turned your head to look back at Grogu, who was swinging back and forth, grip on the net tight. “Today’s a big day for him.” The mattress creaked as Din lowered himself down and onto it, and after a few seconds you looked over, grinning as you watched him follow the child’s movement. “He’ll probably be up until -” “He better not be.” Din said your name and then motioned with one hand for you to stand. “Come here.” You felt the pull at his words, strengthened by the tone he used and were moving almost immediately, rising from your seat on the crate to stand in front of him, but Din turned you so that your back was toward him and then urged you to sit, spreading his legs so that you could sit between them on the edge of the cot. “We have … plans.” We do. Swallowing hard at the shiver of excitement that ran through you, you leaned against his chest, taking a deep breath as you closed your eyes. He smelled like he usually did, though there was an added scent that you were unfamiliar with, and as you felt him hug you from behind, you realized that it was his skin, specifically his face. He must have … Turning just enough to eye the man, you realized that he hadn’t shaved, though his cheeks looked ruddy, like he’d spent extra time scrubbing them. “Cleaned up for me, Din?” You couldn’t help teasing him, angling your head back and tilting it so that you could kiss his cheek. “You didn’t need to -”

“Wanted to.” His words were quiet, arms tightening around your waist. “While I can.” Heart slamming into your ribs, you closed your eyes. Because it won’t always be like this. “But it’s not going to matter if this little -” “Grogu.” Speaking more sternly than you usually did, your gaze snapped to the child, his head turning and eyes focusing on the two of you. What? “It’s almost time for bed.” Not tired. “You are.” Raising an eyebrow, you stared at him. “You’re hiding the fact that you’re blinking more than usual by facing away from us.” No. Din barely contained his laugh from behind you, chest rumbling against your back. “You were running around to try to -” Not tired. “Grogu, come on.” Blowing out a breath, you lifted both hands, holding them out to him. “Come here.”

He slowly climbed down and made his way back to where you sat, pausing at your feet. Din loosened his hold on you enough so that you could lean forward and pick him up, straightening the child’s robes as you settled him onto your lap. I think I know what’s wrong, kid. What? “That’s not fair.” Din covered one of your hands with his own. “The two of you … talking so I can’t hear.”

“I’m sorry.” You were, and you knew Grogu was, too. “It’s just habit, Din. We -” “I know, you did it at the Academy.” He sounded like he understood, and so you nodded, eyes flicking back down to Grogu. “But you’re not -” “No, we’re not there anymore.” Sighing, you used the hand that wasn’t covered by Din’s to touch the tip of Grogu’s ear. “And I was just telling him that I think I know what’s wrong.” Without waiting for him to ask, you continued. “I think Grogu’s … unwilling to go to sleep because he likes the way things were today.” Yes. “He thinks that if he goes to sleep, he’s going to wake up and things are going to go back to how they were before. This he won’t -” “Not gonna change, kid.” Din rested his chin on your shoulder, peering down at the child. “Helmet stays off when it’s just the three of us, as long as it’s safe.” Really? He looked between the two of you, and when you’d translated his question, Din nodded solemnly. “I mean it. But you can’t stay awake forever, pal. We’re going to get to Mandalore whether you sleep or not.” Promise? Stay?

“I promise, Grogu.” You felt his fingers encircle one of yours, squeezing. “And he’s right. You need to sleep. Why stay awake? There’s not much to do on the ship.” Right. Grogu blinked, shifting his gaze back to the man behind you. Sleep too? “We might sit in the cockpit for a little while, but yeah. We’re going to sleep, too.” You didn’t look away, and didn’t let any other thoughts into your mind as you answered him. “All of us.”

You thought that he was going to argue, but instead of doing that, Grogu closed his eyes, leaned forward and hugged you, one cheek pressed against your shirt - the fingers around yours tightening, and his other hand reaching out. You were surprised to feel Din’s arms go around you again, glancing down to see one of his large hands splayed out against Grogu’s back, the other one cradling his head. He murmured a word into the side of your head, lips moving through your hair, and at the sound of it, Grogu cooed loudly. Family.

Turning your head toward Din, you caught his eye, the man’s face just far enough away from yours to make it possible. “You’re stuck with us now, Din Djarin.” As you spoke, you covered the hand on Grogu’s back with your free one, feeling the heat of Din’s skin against your palm. It felt right, sitting in the hull of the ship with the two of them, strengthening the bond between the three of you so that it was closer in nature to the bonds you’d built as pairs. It’ll take time. Din’s eyes searched your face, and even though he kept the rest of his body almost entirely still, you felt the twitch of his fingers and saw the slight tremble of his lower lip.

“Good.” He leaned in slowly, but instead of kissing you, let his forehead rest against yours before he spoke again, the man’s warm breath against your lips. “I don’t want anything else.” The three of you stayed like that for long moments, creaks and quiet blips from the ship along with your breathing the only noises you could hear. This is perfect, you thought, hoping that Grogu could hear you. He’s gonna need to get used to this, kid. We’re gonna have to be patient. I will. “It’s bedtime, pal.” Din cleared his throat and straightened up, eyes on the child you held. “You’re falling asleep in her lap.”

He didn’t argue, and after a brief readjustment of your positions, you pulled out of Din’s arms and stood, Grogu held tightly to your chest. “Where are you sleeping tonight, Grogu? Your cubby? The pod? On the cot?” The bed creaked behind you as Din moved around, and a few seconds later, you heard the almost silent whoosh of the pod descending from upstairs .”Guess your dad decided for you.” Grogu wrinkled his nose but didn’t fight with you, and when Din asked you if he could hold the child, you handed him over wordlessly after pressing a kiss to his wrinkled forehead. Goodnight, pal.

“Go upstairs. I’ll be up when he’s asleep.” The difference between that night and other nights was that as Din said those words to you, there was no modulation - and you could see the look in his eyes as they left his mouth. He was holding it together, and you were thankful that he was able to keep his tone even. But he couldn’t hide the emotion on his face; the way that the light caught the deep brown of his eyes - or the way that they raked over your body, only stopping when they were focused on yours again. “Don’t fall asleep yet.” That made you laugh, jolting you into motion and as you stepped by the man and the child, you took a deep breath, finally allowing yourself a grin when you knew neither of them could see. Wouldn’t dream of it.

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You hadn’t lied to the child - you did end up in the cockpit after a detour to brush your teeth, but instead of taking one of the side chairs, you lowered yourself onto the center one, getting comfortable in the relative darkness of the space. There were overhead lights, but you didn’t turn them on, preferring the way the starlight came in through the filtered screen in front of you, mixing with the muted glow of the control panel’s various buttons and monitors.

For you, the cockpit would have much more significance after the events of the previous night. So many firsts here. Reaching forward, you ran your hands gently over the buttons and dials, still smiling. First time I helped him out, with the lights and the Charnoq. First time someone else got to fly her. First time I saw his face. Marrying him. The last thought stopped your movements, breath catching in your throat as you thought back to the words you’d exchanged, the significance of the previous night. Not just firsts for me, but for him, too.

Since Mandalorian commitments weren’t typically large events, nor were they officiated with the usual fanfare, the only people who would know the truth were the two of you. And Grogu, but he can’t tell anyone… except Luke. You wondered what the man would say when he found out, wondered how he’d feel about the union of someone as connected to the Force as you were and a Mandalorian, but you had a sneaking suspicion that he wouldn’t be as judgemental as some of the other Jedi Masters. At least I hope so.

You’d find out soon enough, you rationalized as you got settled in the chair, tilting your head back to rest it against the curved headrest. You figured it would take a few weeks to get a good read on the planet and on the other Mandalorians, to see if you and Grogu were a good fit as a unit, or if it would result in hardship between your Mandalorian and his people.

You expected some problems - especially with Bo-Katan, and potentially with those that were loyal to her, but since she’d been the only one that he’d mentioned by name, you dodn’t want to make things more difficult for yourself before you even know what the truth of the situation was.”You look good in that chair.”

At the sound of his voice, you bit down on your lower lip, spinning slowly so that you could see him. Din stood in the doorway, both arms crossed over his chest, head tilted slightly to one side. “Do I?” You couldn’t help teasing the man, crossing your legs and raising one eyebrow. “Bet you tell that to -” “You’re the only other person that’s ever been in that seat since I’ve had this ship, so whatever you’re going to say, don’t.” Widening your eyes, you watched as Din fully entered the cockpit, the doors closing behind him with the press of a single button on the wall beside his shoulder. I knew no one had ever … but he let me … I flew it weeks ago. “The kid’s finally asleep.” Din took a seat where you usually ended up, leaning back and spreading his legs slightly before resting his hands on his thighs. “Did he really think that I was going to just … put the helmet back on around you?”

Though you were distracted by his posture and the way he was keeping his eyes on you, you let your breath out and then replied. “I think so. You’ve gotta remember, Din, he understands what it means for you to wear your helmet, and to take it off. He’s still just a kid, so it’s hard for him to …” You gestured at him, spinning your finger in a circle to let him know you were talking about his face. “Go from you being covered unless the two of you are alone to it being … like this.” He gave you a thoughtful nod, brow slightly furrowed, and it made you wonder just how many of the his facial expressions you were going to get to learn over the following years. All of them. I get to learn all of them, and -

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He leaned closer, keeping his legs apart, but digging his fingers into them. “You’re looking at me like -” “Like I’ve never seen your face before?” Closing your eyes briefly, you shook your head. “Because, Din, this is how I’m going to look at you every time I see you, because every single way you look at me? Every expression on your face? They’re all new.” He looked shocked at your words, and you scrambled to backtrack, edging closer to the man without leaving your seat. “But if it makes you uncomfortable, Din, I’ll … try to not do it.” He laughed at that after a few seconds, lifting his hand and holding it out to you. “Din? What -”

“Don’t stop.” You heard his voice catch, the man glancing down and then back up. “It’s different, without the helmet?” He leaned in closer, lifting his free hand to your face and letting his fingers glance off of your cheek. “It’s … a relief to know that someone isn’t just … guessing what I’m feeling or where I’m looking.” I’m sure it is. “And to know that it’s you doing it?” It was his turn to raise an eyebrow, a grateful smile on his lips. “Even better.”

“Din, I …” You were overwhelmed - again - by the man in front of you and the way he was saying so much in so few words. Deciding to follow his lead, you closed the distance between yourselves, but instead of kissing him on the mouth, your lips landed on his cheek, finding the bare patch in his beard. His fingers moved to your hair but he didn’t try to guide you, instead, he let you linger there before your head turned inward, mouth finding his. Din had taken the time to brush his teeth, too; you tasted the mint on his lips though they remained closed. “You said we had plans, Din… is that still -” “Oh, we definitely have plans.” He said your name at the end, voice dropping low. “And we have plenty of time, too.” You hadn’t looked at the clock, hadn’t even worried about wether or not it was earlier than it had been the previous night. Because I know it is. “Stand up.” You moved, rising to your feet and Din followed, pulling you closer to him with one hand against your hip, the other still in your hair. “I was waiting for -” “You’ve been waiting for years, Din.” Looking up, you reached for the hair hanging over his forehead, fingers moving through it as you pushed it back, exposing his entire face to you. “No more.” He nodded once at your words, but you could see the change in his expression, the shift in the look in his eyes. Exactly, Din. “The bed’s waiting for us, riduur.” He growled at that, blindly reaching behind himself to open the door and pull you into the hallway, though he didn’t kiss you again. What is he… But Din didn’t stop or explain, walking backwards across the small space and using the same hand to open the door to your room, waiting until you were both inside to shut it behind you - and then lock it. That wouldn’t stop Grogu, but … You didn’t want to ruin the moment, so you chose not to remind Din of that fact, instead twisting away from him to turn the lights up, casting the room in a brighter glow. “I -” “You’re alright with the lights?” He was watching you closely, amusement clear on his face. “I know a lot of -” “This is a special occasion.” Deciding to take the lead, you reached out with both hands, grasping the hem of his shirt. “I want to see everything, Din. All of you.” And if that means you can see me, then that’s fine, too. “Not every time, but … this time, Din. This time, I…” You inched the shirt up, exposing his stomach and then his chest, the man letting you move without interfering, his arms rising too. When you managed to pull the shirt over his head, you tossed it to the side without looking away from Din, feeling the shudder travel through your body as you saw him with nothing covering any part of the top half of his body for the first time. “Din, you…” Hands raised, you waited for him to give you a nod to touch him, fingers skimming over his skin. “Maker, you’re …”

It wasn’t enough to tell him that you found him attractive - the same way it hadn’t been earlier, but you didn’t know what else to say. “I’m what?” He was touching you, too, both hands on your hips, his fingers pushed just beneath the material of your shirt, thumbs against your lower abdomen.

“It’s stupid, Din. I -” “Tell me.” Even without the modulator, he commanded the room when he spoke, the tone of voice he used leaving nothing to chance. “Please.” But that’s new. Din didn’t say please, and he very rarely said thank you, either. Except to me.

“You…” You were still running your hands over his skin - the muscles of his upper chest taut beneath your touch. He began to work his hands up, too, bringing the shirt you wore with them - but slowly. “You’re so much more than your beskar, Din. But you’re just as intimidating without it, and …” Crooking your finger, you trailed your knuckle up the side of his neck and it was Din’s turn to react, a slightly strangled sound leaving his lips. “I’m just so thankful that I get to know it.”

“You do.” He’d gotten the shirt up to the center of your ribcage, pausing there. “Only you do.” The man cleared his throat. “Irude laam. Arms up.” You did as he asked, and your shirt joined his on the floor seconds later, followed almost immediately by your undershirt - leaving your entire top half exposed. You couldn’t hold yourself back any longer and stepped closer to the man, winding your arms around his neck and urging his face toward yours.

You wanted to take things slow, to savor the night with him, but knew that you wouldn’t be able to. There’s time for that. Plenty of it. He kissed you hard, the man’s grip on your waist tight, and instead of both of his hands working their way up, the left one stayed in place, the edges of the short nails on his other hand running up the center of your back almost agonizingly slowly.

Groaning into his mouth, you gave him the go ahead; lips parting enough for his tongue, the taste of his tooth gel slightly different from yours - somehow heavier. Din kissed you like it was the first time, barely giving you a chance to process it before he’d pulled away, chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. “Stars, Din. You’ve never -” His lips twitched, but he kept quiet. That’s the point, isn’t it. He’d never been in this scenario with anyone else, and so he was just as off-balance as you were. “Tell me what you want, Din. Tell me what to -”

He looked hungry, the man’s dark eyes on your face and then moving down to where his hand was. “Everything.” You gasped at that, feeling as he pulled you flush against his body, his head ducking down so that he could kiss the side of your neck. You let him move at his own pace; taking his time to thoroughly cover your skin with his kisses over one shoulder and then the other. You didn’t stop touching him, though, fingers buried in his hair and the other hand roaming over the broad expanse of his back, mapping out the muscles there along with the way they moved.

He began to work his way down your body, trailing openmouthed kisses across your chest and lingering in the valley between your breasts - the man’s nose running along the inside curve of one and then the other as he moved his head up and down. You couldn’t see much aside from the top of his head, but you felt as both hands traveled up your sides, pausing so that he could extend his thumbs toward the center of your chest, using both of them to support the weight above them.

Arching your back slightly, you heard him sigh as he flicked his tongue over one nipple and then closed his teeth around the sensitive bud, drawing it into his mouth. When he moved to the other side, you realized that he wasn’t only giving you something to watch, he was taking his time because he could finally see what he was doing in the moment he peeked through his lashes, glancing up only briefly enough to lock eyes with you and wink before he encircled the hardened point of the other nipple with his lips and then sucked, his eyes squeezing shut at the same time yours did, a flash of heat spiking through your body. Maker, that feels good.

Without warning, the man pulled away, lowering himself onto his knees in front of you, his hands moving back down your body and settling in near your waist. “What are you doing?” You whispered the words, one of your hands cradling the hair at the back of his head, and when Din looked back up at you, you saw something in his eyes that you didn’t think anyone else ever had - desire. “Din, you -” “I’ve never done this before.” He wet his lower lip, taking a deep breath. “But you… you tasted so…” He groaned, his eyes closing as your grip on his hair tightened. “... so good, and I want …” He wants me, like this, he… You’d figured that at some point, it would come up with him, but you hadn’t thought that one of the first things Din would want to do was explore that particular part of your body in such an unknown way. “You’re gonna have to tell me what -” “Just don’t bite me, Din.” Both of his eyebrows shot up, but before he could reply, you continued. “Well… you can bite, but just not…there.” His eyes darkened even further - you saw it clearly, but he nodded instead of speaking, and you kept your attention focused on him as he began to push your pants down and over your hips, the elastic waistband making it easy for him to remove them.

You were concerned - of course - because you didn’t know how the man would respond to the newly bared places of your body, but Din only took a deep breath and leaned in, mouth pressed to the scar on your abdomen. “I will never let anything like this happen again.” He looked up at you, resolve in his expression without letting his eyes lose any of their warmth. “Ever.”

“I know.” You let out a shaky breath as he moved lower, lips warm and plush against your skin. “Just… Din, just do what feels…oh, Maker!” You couldn’t help the rise in volume of your voice as he exhaled against your already damp skin, followed immediately by his parted lips, the lip of his tongue moving slowly against you. “What feels right, Din, you -” It’s pointless to even… You moved one hand to his shoulder, the fingers of the other still tangled in his hair, and watched as he moved; the tiny changes in the way he held his head giving him a new angle, his eyes closed.

He was holding onto the backs of your legs; gripping the flesh in both hands, and as he lengthened the strokes of his tongue against you, you felt your knees shake slightly, your hold on his shoulder changing. “Wouldn’t this work better if I…” He murmured without pulling his mouth away from you, the scrape of his beard on the inside of your thigh even more distracting than it had been moments earlier. Din took a breath, settling down so that his thighs were pressed against his calves, and you could see how turned on he was; the length of him clearly visible through his pants. “Lift your leg.” You stared down as he licked his lips, swallowing, and urged one of your legs up so that you could hook it over his shoulder. “I won’t let you fall over,” he continued, finally looking up at you again. Oh, Din.

“You sure you haven’t done this before?” It was your turn to whisper and you saw the flush rising in his cheeks, the way his eyes briefly shut at the compliment. “Because it seems like -”

“I haven’t participated before, but that doesn’t mean I’ve never watched.” Wait, what? “Lots of hours alone on my ship.” He shrugged and then looked away, eyes focused back on you. “Do… you like to be touched, too? When someone’s -” The idea of answering that question - of the man even asking it was unexpected, but instead of letting him sit in silence and waiting, you said his name, cradling his jaw in both hands to force him to look at you again.

“I like it when you touch me. I told you, do what feels right. If I don’t like something, or if you don’t … we’ll figure it out together.” He nodded once and then let out another breath. “Don’t overthink it, Din. There’s no reason to.” You didn’t know what else to say, and after a few moments of him watching you, his eyes darting over your face, you were about to lower your foot back to the floor - but he moved, bringing his face back toward your body, this time with his head turned.

He kissed the inside of your thigh tenderly, lips lingering in each place before he moved closer to the apex of your thigh and did it again. Chest rising and falling rapidly at the sensation, you watched as he moved, the new position opening you up almost completely to him. But the man paid no attention to what was waiting for him; instead focusing on the inside of your leg - fingers digging deep into the very top portion of the back of your thigh. He’s running out of skin, you realized as you felt his nose brush against the crease of your leg. He -

You couldn’t help letting out a shaky moan as he grazed your sensitiive skin with his teeth and then bit down - not hard enough to be truly painful, but hard enough to make you wobble on your foot again, though his grip on you never wavered. I did tell him not to - Before you could finish the thought, he’d released your skin and turned his head again, foregoing any of the tentative kisses that he’d started with and returning his lips to your glistening skin, tongue moving over it with purpose.

It caught you off guard, but as he continued, delving into you with slow and deliberate thrusts, you realized that that had been the point - the man wanting you to be as off-kilter as he was. It worked, you admitted to yourself as you closed your eyes and let your chin drop toward your chest. He… it… it feels… You hummed out in appreciation as he sped his movements up, long strokes shortening and then turning into quick flicks, and Din groaned into you as you flexed your leg muscles, widening the gap between them - and opening yourself up more for his waiting mouth. “Keep going, Din. You -” Biting down on your lip, you sucked in a breath, fighting not to roll your hips toward him, but it was a losing battle, the subtle motion dragging your skin down and over his lower lip and chin. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean -”

“Don’t. Apologize.” He growled out the words, eyes flicking back up. “Do it again.” He resumed the motion of his tongue and lips, and you threw your head back, eyes closed and letting yourself react. He wants to hear me, you realized as he changed pace with every sound that left your lips - sighs and single word affirmations, the mumble of his name and the tug on his hair as his tongue flicked over a new and particularly sensitive spot. Din was used to silence - used to sex in the dark, used to hiding, and he didn’t want that with you. No more.

“Like that, Din.” You paused, a breathy moan escaping from the back of your throat as you ran both hands through his hair. “Just li-” He let go of your leg, hand moving over your curves and then in, and when you realized what he was doing - that he was going to put the partial conversation you had to the test, you urged him on, pulling one hand away from his head and closing your fingers around his arm.

There was no resistance from your body as he pushed a single finger into you, and you couldn’t stop your slight downward thrust to meet it, your mouth hanging open at the feeling of it. Curling the digit as he pulled it out and then straightening it again before repeating the motion, you felt him pull his mouth away from you, the man taking a deep breath only a few seconds later. Look at him. Opening your eyes, you looked down and saw that Din was watching his hand, focused on the way his slick finger looked as it entered and left your body. “More?”

“More.” You barely heard yourself answer - but he heard you clearly, another finger added the next time he thrust into you, the man’s thumb tucked against his palm. “If you keep doing that, Din, I’m going -” “That’s what I want.” He met your eyes again - but only for a moment, the man’s attention returning to what he was doing after mere seconds. “If… you do.” Do I? He’s really going for it, he’s…

“Yeah.” You hummed again, nearly panting at the way what he was doing with his hand felt. “If you … yes, Din.” It was all the encouragement he needed, mouth returning to its prior position, the man’s attention back on what he’d been doing. The combination of his mouth and fingers on you was more than you’d expected; the gentle suction of his lips offset by the flick of his tongue while he worked you with both fingers - spreading them apart just enough to stretch before dragging them out slowly. You were making noise - not words, nothing comprehensible, but it didn’t matter to either of you. We needed this. Needed to … The sounds ended at once as you managed to speak his name, the heat building in your belly and beginning to spread.

You were close, and you wondered if he knew it - wondered what he could feel as he moved against and within you, but your question was answered when you forced your eyes open and saw that Din was watching you, the tilted angle of his head and the arch of your back making it possible to meet his eye, though his lids were half-lowered. He’s enjoying this. He likes it, he -

Without warning, Din twisted his wrist, changing the pressure he was using slightly, and it was enough - one hand leaving his head to drop to your side, covering his fingers with your own, the other falling to his shoulder and squeezing, the edges of your nails surely leaving half-moon imprints in his skin. True to his word, he held you firmly upright even when you began to tremble, the man withdrawing his fingers one last time and then using only his tongue to bring you all the way over the edge.

It was intense - different than coming that way had ever felt before, and your pleasure lasted for what seemed like endless moments; muscles contracting and your toes curling as you squeezed your eyes tightly shut. You were saying his name over and over, the syllables running together, voice strained.

Though your thoughts were hazy at best, you realized that he hadn’t stopped when you came, continuing to run his tongue over your skin, though he’d stopped focusing so much on one area. “H…hey.” You let go of his shoulder, taking a deep breath and opening your eyes as you pushed him away from you. “Din, hey.”

He took a deep breath, and you let your eyes wander over his face - lips and chin and even some of his beard slick with you - and then you looked down for the first time since before he’d started, taking note of the still-straining material of his pants. All that time and he didn’t even touch himself, he was … Legs still somewhat shaky, you dropped to your knees in front of him, reaching out to touch his face again. “Hmm?” He blinked slowly, the corners of his mouth quirking up slightly. “Did I -” “You did, Din. That was …” You didn’t know what to say, so you trailed off, rubbing at one of his cheek with the pad of your thumb and then doing the same over his lips, the man taking your finger into his mouth without hesitation. Ok, I didn’t … that … alright. “Now I’m going to take care of you, Din. Get off the floor.”

The hand that wasn’t on his face was resting on the material of his pants, fingers curled slightly around him while you spoke. He grunted at your touch, looking down and then back at you. “Let me rinse my… I want to kiss you, I -”

“So stand up and kiss me, riduur.” You said it without thinking and at the sound of the Mando’a he nearly shot to his feet, hauling you up with him and kissing you in a fluid motion. The momentum carried both of you backwards, your knees hitting the end of the bed, but once again he kept you upright, his kiss urgent. The taste of yourself on his tongue was something that you weren’t used to - but you didn’t want to stop, your only thought of Din and the way he was touching you, almost claiming you the only way he could on the ship - taking advantage of every moment the two of you had together and indulging in your body. “Take these off, Din. I want to -”

You wanted to taste him, too - to use your mouth and hands on him, to return the pleasure that he’d just given you; not because you felt obligated or because you assumed he expected it, but because he was yours, and you wanted him to know it. “There’s another Mandalorian custom, and it…” He was rubbing the back of his neck, completely alert. “And even though we’re not …” He sighed. What is he trying to say? “The first time Mandalorians are together after their commitment ceremonies is supposed to be a chance to…” His eyes moved down, settling on your abdomen for a few seconds before they moved back up. “To grow a clan.” Oh. Oh, that makes sense. “That isn’t true or possible for us, but I still…” He reached for you again, hands settling at your hips. “I’d like to keep that tradition, if -” “Of course, Din.” You undid the button at his waist, both hands easing the material over his hips. “We’ll have plenty of time for everything else.” He nodded back, the uneasy look leaving his eyes and once his pants were off, the two of you climbed into the bed together, the man kissing you again. He didn’t stop you when you encircled him with your fingers, hard and smooth against your palm as you stroked along his length. You urged him to continue when he thrust into your hand, increasing the pressure of your grip to make up for the long minutes he’d gone untouched while taking care of you, but before too long, Din pulled away, nearly panting, and you could tell that he was trying to rein himself in. “How do you -” “I want to look at you.” He didn’t blink. “I want you to see my face.” With that, you had no more questions, tongue darting out to wet your lips as you agreed. “Lay back.” You did as he asked, settling down on the blankets and pillows, and waited, Din taking himself in hand and continuing what you’d started. It was the most physically vulnerable that you’d seen him - but as you watched him watch you, you realized that it wasn’t just physical; he’d committed to you verbally the night before - and emotionally as well, the removal of the helmet breaking down the last real barrier between you.

He wasn’t anxious; though you still couldn’t read his thoughts in the same way that you could others, you could feel that he was at ease - comfortable in his decisions and the position you were in, and that was good. He didn’t regret his decision, wasn’t letting his lack of experience in similar situations color his behavior. He wanted you to see him - and you wanted to look - every minute of every day, even though you knew it wasn’t possible.

“C’mon, Din.” You reached for him, pleased to see that the man moved closer to you on both knees, crawling between your legs and using one arm to brace himself as he leaned down, mouth landing on your throat. Once again pulling on his hair, you guided his head up, wanting to kiss him again, and when he did, you let go, reaching between your bodies to touch him again, Din’s large hand settling over yours a few seconds later.

He pulled away from you in the moments before he entered your body, eyes locked with yours, and at the feeling of him, you exhaled, the sound half breath, half moan. But Din’s eyes closed only seconds later, followed by his mouth falling open, a grunt escaping as he sunk into you as far as the angle would allow. Without your earlier orgasm, it wouldn’t have been possible - but the motion was fluid, Din whispering your name as he opened his eyes again, waiting until he had control over his emotions to begin moving in earnest.

That was different too - seeing his face and watching the way his muscles moved - the tic in his jaw, a slight curl of his lip as you began to meet his thrusts with movement of your hips, the way his sweat-damp hair curled and fell over one eye - those things were for you and you alone to see and love, the same way you were his - the reactions he drew out of you with each motion of his hips possible only because it was him in the bed with you. I love you, Din. So kriffing much. There were tears in your eyes as he lowered his head again, mouth next to your ear and various words in Mando’a little more than broken whispers. Copad gar. Linibar gar. Ratiin.

It was almost enough to push you over the edge again, but you were determined not to come before he did; It’s only right, you thought as you scratched your nails down his back, Din’s thrusts growing longer. “I want to see you come, Din.” Turning your head, you forced the words out, hearing the shudder as you fought to keep quiet - the thought of Grogu sleeping downstairs never far from your mind. “Want to -” “Too. Soon.” He grunted the words out, head shaking back and forth. “Too fast.” It’s not. He pushed an arm under your body, palm cradling the back of your head, and braced himself with the other, staring down at you. “Too -” “No.” Shifting beneath him, you bent one leg, winding the other around the back of his thigh. But it was the movement of your hands that surprised him, fingers gripping his ass and pulling him toward you, forcing him even deeper. “It’s not.” He quickened his pace, lowering his head again so that he could rest his forehead against your chest, both of you sticky with sweat, despite the earlier trips to the fresher. “Look at me, Din. Come on.” Letting go with one hand, you trailed your fingers up the center of his back, the muscles flexing beneath your touch.

You weren’t prepared for the intensity of his stare as he opened his eyes again, meeting yours briefly before he closed them. His hips stuttered once, and then the man began moving faster - thrusts short and quick, his eyes still squeezed shut. He cried out when he came, his entire body going rigid for long moments, and Din’s lips parted as he spilled inside of you. You closed your eyes then, too, urging him to press his chest to yours, to rest his cheek on your shoulder as he slowed the movement of his hips.

It didn’t matter if you came again - you were content to enjoy the feeling of Din above you, his weight comforting, but when the two of you shifted, the short, coarse hair at his base rubbed against your skin and made you hiss in pleasure, unconsciously circling your hips and chasing the feeling. Despite the fact that he was tired, Din picked up on your movement, rolling his hips into yours slowly without pulling completely out of you. It only took a few movements and then you came, too - the high not as intense as earlier, but still just as fulfilling.

You felt yourself tighten around him, Din groaning at the feeling of you drawing him back in slightly, and when you finally let your hands drop from him and onto the bed, he took a deep breath, nuzzling against the side of your face and saying your name. “You alright?”

You tried to answer, but no words came out; instead, you just nodded, sighing as he pulled himself off of you and then lowered himself onto his back beside you. It took a few seconds of searching through the wrinkled blankets, but you found his hand, linking your fingers together and squeezing, the man’s grip tightening in reply. You were both catching your breath, the bright light of the room almost too much after so long of it being what you needed.

“You know …” You cleared your throat, turning your head toward him. “Being able to use the Force to move things right now would be really nice for that light switch.”

He chuckled in response, rolling onto his side and using his free hand to cup your cheek, kissing you quickly. “You’ll learn. Grogu can teach you.” At that, you laughed, the man’s quiet reply joining yours only seconds later. Maybe he can. And maybe I’ll just get better on my own. “I’m gonna go check on the kid, get something to clean us up with.”

He disappeared shortly after, only pulling on his pants before he left the room, and you watched him go, still laying on the bed. You knew that it wouldn’t always be the way it was on the ship - that the Razor II was an insulated bubble - the confines affording you closeness and privacy that a lot of other people would have hated as more time passed. But you didn’t - and you didn’t think Din did, either, especially when it meant that he could walk around without worrying who could and couldn’t see him. We’ll make it work.

With a sigh and a stretch, you sat up, already feeling slightly sore and overtired, but instead of letting the fatigue win out, you redressed in the shirt you’d been wearing, pulling the top blanket off of the bed and replacing it with a different one, giving yourselves a clean place to sleep. By the time Din got back, you were ready for him, taking the damp cloth from his hands and wiping yourself down, his eyes never leaving you as you did. That done, you traded the shirt for pants, your outfit similar to his - and then took the bottle of water from his hand, taking a long drink. “Thank you.” He nodded, flipping the light off, and when both of you were comfortable in the bed again, you asked about Grogu.

“Sound asleep. I opened the pod and he was snoring. I know when he’s faking it, and he was out.” That made you happy - knowing that even though you and Din hadn’t exactly been quiet, the kid hadn’t woken up. That means that we don’t have to … wait until he stays with Peli or Cara or … “We should sleep for a few hours.” He held you against his chest, fingers running idly down your side. “And then when we wake up -”

“Sounds like a plan, Din.” You moved closer, breathing deeply. “Because I’m kinda tired.”

—

He woke up a few hours later, as did you, and the two of you didn’t turn the light on that time, instead shedding the pants you wore and barely moving from the positions you were in. Din took you from behind, his movement slow and much more controlled, the man’s mouth roving between the back of your shoulder and your throat as he murmured to you in a mix of Basic and Mando’a, your quiet replies urging him to keep going. You heard familiar words - like jate’kara - and phrases, like ner vencuyot, a shiver running through your entire body at the way he referred to you as his future - and when you finished, both of you drifted off to sleep again, not even bothering to get redressed.

He was gone when you woke up, but you expected that, knowing how early Grogu had probably gotten up, and once you’d pulled on new clothes and tied your hair back, you went looking for them.

You didn’t look far - the two of them in the cockpit, Grogu settled into one of the extra chairs and Din in the pilot’s seat. Hi. You waved at the kid, giving him and smile and then leaned over the back of Din’s seat to press a kiss to his cheek. But instead, you found his upturned face waiting, the man grinning. “Good morning.” He hadn’t bothered to smooth out his hair, the curls wild and fluffy, sticking out at all angles, and you wasted no time kissing him, biting your lip as you straightened up and moved to the empty seat.

“Have you been up long? I don’t even know what time it is.”

“Only an hour.” He gestured to the nav screen in front of him. “Got a message from Mandalore, and one from Fett. He wanted to know how things went, and they were wondering when we’d be back.” Too soon. “Sent a message back to Mandalore, but I haven’t gotten back to -” “Well I’m here now. We can send a message together, and he’ll know how it went.” Din nodded, leaning forward to push a few buttons. Oh. “And, Din?” Glancing over, you cocked your head to one side. “You didn’t flinch this morning when I walked in. No helmet, and -” “No, I didn’t.” He smirked at you, ducking his head. “We’ll call Fett. And then … then we need to talk more about Mandalore.” Great. You sighed, swallowing hard. At least there’s one thing to look forward to today.

—

Copad gar = want you

Linibar gar = need you

Ratiin = always

Ner vencuyot = my future

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