Burning Hour (Part 5)
Of everything I've written this is the story that's gotten the most love and I'm so happy that you are all enjoying it so much. 🥺
Surprisingly enough - I had to cut this chapter down because if I'd added everything I had originally planned to it would have been about 16k. With that said - I'm thinking it might end up being either six or seven chapters total. Anyway - enjoy!
Din Djarin x F!Reader (Virgin reader)
Pairing: Din x F!Reader
Word Count: 8.6K 😅
Warnings: (18+ NO MINORS) Angst, pining, slow-burn, language, mentions of hunting (hawking) age-gap (about 10-11 years, legal, reader is of age), implied homophobia (as a result of the times) Yearning, jealousy, oral-f receiving / dirty talk / p i v sex (wrap it up) vaginal fingering, breast worship / nipple play
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Masterlist Series Masterlist Part 6
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It was difficult to sleep.
The events of the day replayed over and over in your mind, enough to make your body vibrate with the excitement of it all. Din’s touch, his mouth - it had lit a fire within you and it made you giddy that your dreams of finding someone that truly loved and desired you seemed to have been answered; or so you desperately hoped. It was a double edged sword however. Poisoned fruit.
You were the future Queen, you had a duty to your family and the kingdom and as thus, knew that you’d never be truly free to marry him. This shoved Poe to the forefront of your mind.
Why are you wooing me so persistently sir? If you so obviously love another?
The thought crossed your mind briefly, that maybe Poe's intentions were less than chivalrous but you shooed them away. This was good news. Maybe they could come to an understanding.
Your thoughts drifted back to Din, much like they always did and you smiled to yourself. You thought about what he’d done, how good it felt - how much he seemed to enjoy it and now you understood what the serving girl had meant. It was selfish of you, but it didn’t stop you from hoping he wasn’t calling on her still.
I want you all to myself my love, only me.
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Poe was quiet as he broke his fast, his squire even more so; barely meeting your eye.
“Mr. Dameron, I’m curious to know if you enjoyed yourself at the tournament. I noticed the two of you quite happy in each other’s company before I retired to my chambers.” Your mother was speaking with a sly smile, trying - in what she must have thought was a cunning way - to push you both together and you raised your eyebrows at him.
“I had a lovely time, the Princess was enchanting as always and I know we have much to discuss. Princess - would you like to go hawking with me today?” If he was worried about what you could say, he didn’t show it.
“I’d love to Poe, I imagine you’re right.” You smiled at him and ignored the way his squire worried at the hem of his doublet.
“Wonderful! Din - I have some matters to attend to in the city and I will need you with me but make sure you send some of your best with Poe and the Princess.” Your fathers voice boomed through the small room and Dins response was a tiny nod, but it was more than that; you could feel his annoyance at not being able to accompany you.
Patience my love, you have nothing to fear.
“Lovely.” You smiled to yourself, letting him catch the smile on your face.
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The air was bracing, nipping at your skin slightly as you rode out into the open grounds outside the palace. The Mandalorians sent for protection were respectful, keeping their distance as you reached the little hillside perfect for hawking.
“I think this will do nicely.” His usual smile plastered on his face as he helped you off your horse.
It was easy to spend time with Poe. Easy to laugh and chat and enjoy the time with him. You’d assumed he’d get right into the conversation you knew had to be had but he didn’t. Instead you hawked, you enjoyed the fresh air and you thought about everything that had led to this moment.
“Poe, we have something to discuss” Your words were soft, spoken to him quietly so as to keep it between the two of you.
“Yes I imagine we do.” His smile shifted then, to something softer, something honest and hopeful.
With the hawks safely back in their cages you were free to wander a bit and he offered his arm like always.
“I expect you have questions for me.” His voice was low and for the first time, you detected a slight nervousness.
“I do and I mean to cut right to the heart of it, what are your intentions with me Poe? I will hear no lies from you, speak plainly.” It wasn’t something you wanted to think about but it simply could not be helped. He seemed taken aback.
“Nothing nefarious if that is your fear Princess. I have great respect and love for you, maybe not the love a man usually has for a woman but I do consider you very important. As for truth I will give it to you freely, but I also ask for discretion, as your friend and I hope you consider me so. I am indeed in love with another, but unfortunately people are not as tolerant to the kind of love I share with this person and thus we cannot be together openly.” He had such a sadness in his voice at this admission that it struck you, he had more in common with you than he could possibly know. “I meant what I said before. We would make a good match, not in the romantic sense but in terms of bettering this land. Helping people and giving to the less fortunate. We could have a happy life, while privately - loving other people.”
He let the words linger as you came to a small stream within the woods, the sun making the bubbling water sparkle despite the chill in the air and you thought about his words. Could this truly work?
Din my love, is this how it must be for us? Marry Poe publicly, but love you privately? Will you accept this secret life?
“Your squire?” The question popped out and you had to know, he was a lovely man and it hurt to think that others would not accept them because they were men. Why should men not love each other? Surely love is better than hate and scorn.
“Yes. His name is Finn, and I love him dearly.” The words were reverent, a prayer, his name sacred.
“And is Finn content to live this secret life with you? For us to play the happy couple at court for all the world to see while he waits for you in the shadows?” Your tone was soft, your hand rested on his shoulder, the questions genuine and he nodded with a sad smile.
“It is the only way for people such as us.” He kissed the fingers on your hand and it was a friendly gesture, reassuring.
“You would be free to love in private as well Princess. Your knight need not feel threatened by me.” He smiled at the shock on your face. “It is obvious. The way you look at him, the way he tracks you. How people don’t notice is beyond me.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and for the first time it was such a comfort.
You weren’t attracted to Poe - sure he was handsome and chivalrous, well liked and influential; all the things a suitor should be on the surface. More important than all that however, Poe was a friend.
“I do love him, desperately so. I imagine I’ve loved him all my life.” You couldn’t lie to him.
“I cannot blame you, he is quite handsome and I trust he will be happy to hear that even though the situation is not ideal, he can still have you all to himself.” There was no animosity, no hint of anger or jealousy - just a quiet support and it was as though a huge weight had been lifted from your shoulders.
“I pray he is content, it is all I can offer him.” You both walked arm in arm, back towards the horses.
“Have we come to an agreement then Princess? Will you marry me?” He said it with a playful bump of his shoulder and you laughed, giddy with the excitement of it all.
“Yes Poe, I believe I will.”
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The King’s business took much longer than he thought, keeping them out of the palace for most of the day and he let out a satisfied sigh when it was time to make their way back. He hoped the Princess would find time to meet with him although with Poe around it was difficult. The man was constantly underfoot.
She will marry him soon, what will I do then? Foolish Knight that I am.
It was getting harder to put those thoughts to bed and he wondered, not for the first time, what would happen when the day finally came.
I will have to watch you ready yourself for him, stand outside your door as he -
He couldn’t even finish the thought.
I’ll do my duty and protect. Or die.
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He accompanied the King to his apartments, entrusting him to other guards. He had to bathe, to eat and ready himself to take his place at the royal dinner table.
Maybe I can meet with her in the gardens tonight, maybe I could take her somewhere private -
“Greetings Sir, I’m sorry to bother you in your private time but I had to see you.” She caught him as he entered his chambers, pulling him out of his thoughts of the princess.
“Gisella, what are you doing here?” His tone was low, a little curt at having been cornered and she worried at her shift. He saw the trepidation on her face and he felt bad, it wasn’t her fault. “My apologies my lady, you caught me unawares.” He softened his tone, but he did not invite her inside.
“I did not mean to Sir, I just - I miss-” She sighed, defeated. “You have not called for me in ages, have I offended you somehow?” Her big eyes were wide with sadness and he felt unchivalrous. Just because he did not love her, didn’t excuse the way he’d ignored her.
“No sweetling. You have done no such thing. It is I who have offended you.” He bowed his head in apology and she perked up, stepping closer. “I thoroughly enjoyed our time together but I am afraid it has run its course.” Her face fell at his words, unhappy with their meaning.
“Have you grown tired of me?” Her eyes filled with unshed tears and he felt awful. When they had started their little tryst it had been fun. She was funny and pretty, willing and she knew how to handle him but when the Princess returned, he had no taste for her. He took off his helmet, letting her meet his eyes.
“I will be honest with you Gisella. I have no feelings for you, not the feelings you hoped I would. It is no reflection of you but I cannot pretend to feel what I do not. It would be unfair to both of us to keep going.” He took her hands in his, placing a gentle kiss on each to soften the blow of his words.
“Din, I don’t understand - we worked so well together. We laughed, we made love, we talked about all manner of things and I thought - hoped - that it would grow into something more. I could be a good wife Din, I could give you children and we could be happy.” She pressed herself against him, letting him feel her warmth. “You said you liked the things we did-” She ran her fingers through his hair as she spoke, her tone suggestive. “-you made me feel so good, teach me more Din. I can be better for you.” She pressed small kisses to his face, trying vainly to reach his mouth.
She was not wrong. He did enjoy her company, he enjoyed her body and her eagerness to please him but he didn’t feel about her the way he felt about the Princess, and he never would.
“Gisella, please don’t misunderstand. It is nothing you’ve done wrong-” He firmly separated her from his body. “-perhaps in another life, we would have had everything we spoke of and more, but not in this one. I am sorry. Truly.” He kissed her forehead softly, before entering his room - and closing the door.
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Poe had agreed to postpone the announcement until you could explain what was happening to Din and for that you were grateful. It was hard to control the urge to blurt it out however, especially when you could feel his eyes on you at the dinner table.
Mila poured wine for you as your mother dropped hint after hint about what a future wedding would look like for you and you indulged her with a smile. It was genuine, but not for the reason she imagined.
You pictured getting married, the lovely gown you’d wear but the man standing in front of you wore a suit made of beskar and it was enough to steal the breath from you.
I pray you accept this secret life with me my love, it’s all I can offer you.
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The smile was plastered all over your face as you made your way to the gardens. Your feet bringing you closer and closer to him and it takes everything in you not to lift your skirts and run like a child. Especially when you finally reach your meeting place to find him smiling, hair ruffled, dimple on display.
Your body betrayed you and you practically flung yourself into his arms. You can hear him chuckle deep in his chest at your urgency and the heady feeling at being in his arms again makes you laugh.
“Hello my love.” He breathes the words into your ear, his big hands crushing you to him and you can’t even answer, your mouth pressing against his in response.
“Hello Din.” You finally answer. “I have news to tell you, I know you will not like it but there is a silver lining.” You smile up at him but his expression falters. His brow furrows slightly at your words and you know this will be tough for him to hear.
“Tell me, what is it?” He brings his hand up to your face, the warmth of his palm is indescribably comforting on your cheek.
“Well - I have discussed my future with Poe.” You see the flash of annoyance at the mere mention of the other man and you cannot help but smile slightly. “He has asked for my hand and I have accepted.” You brought your hand up to mirror his actions but he moves away slightly.
“You have asked me here to tell me that you will marry another man, and you laugh?” His tone wasn’t angry, it was hurt and you smile again despite yourself.
You will laugh with me, my love.
“You don’t understand, we have come to an agreement.” Your smile broadened but you saw the clench in his jaw and the hurt look on his face.
“You and Poe have made an agreement about me? Am I supposed to be thankful, Princess?” His voice had turned cold and you could see that he was offended. This was not going the way you’d envisioned.
“Peace my love, allow me to explain and you will understand my meaning.” You tried to get close to him again, hoping to calm him with soft words and light touches.
“What I understand Princess, is that I have no chance with you, I never have. I am a fool and I have been dreading this since I realized how I feel towards you.” He kissed your hands despite his visible anger, quickly separating himself after. “I understand that this must be the end, unless I were to challenge Poe for your hand but even that would be in vain.”
“Din Please I-“
“My apologies Princess. I am sorry to have ever entertained this.” He gestured at the two of you. “We must stop living in this fantasy. I beg of you to forgive me but I must be alone.” He pressed a chaste kiss to your mouth, silencing any words you had for him before he promptly left you in the garden.
You walked back to your rooms in a tearful daze. How could he misinterpret this so quickly?
“Your highness, is everything alright? Are you hurt?” Mila ran to kneel in front of your place on the bed and listened intently as you explained what had transpired. “Write him a note, your highness - I will see that he gets it.” She patted your hand before helping you undress.
“Thank you sweetling, perhaps tomorrow.”
You cried yourself to sleep.
—-
It all felt like some horrid dream, strange and far away but once the fog of sleep had cleared it all came rushing back. All of the lovely parts - his kisses, his tousled hair, his smile. And all of the awful parts; his anger, his hurt, his words.
Mila could be heard moving things around in your room, picking out your clothes for the day if you had to hazard a guess and the thought of breaking your fast with Din in the room was enough to make you sick.
Her face fell when she found you still in bed a little later, staring at the sky through the gap in your curtains.
“Your highness, are you unwell? Shall I bring your meal up here to eat privately?” She sat tentatively at the edge of your bed, she knew you too well.
“Yes sweetling, that would be wonderful - I don’t think I could stand to be in that room this morning.” You couldn’t keep the sadness out of your voice, could barely keep the tears out of your eyes and everything he said just came rushing back once again.
“He will come around your highness, you must make him listen.” She patted your hand and you pulled her into bed, hugging her tight. “Everything will be okay.” She spoke low as she ran her nimble fingers through the tangle of your hair.
She would never know the comfort she gave you in that moment.
“Perhaps I could write him a note - explain that it’s not what he imagines it to be - that he has no equal in my eyes.” You looked up at her with hopeful eyes and she nodded with a smile.
“I will deliver it, but I beg of you, get out of bed and eat something.” She gave you one last squeeze before leaving to get you something to eat. In the time she was gone, you managed to write him a note - nothing too in depth but a plea to listen. To let you explain, that you loved him above all others and your spirits lifted as you read it over.
“I have brought you fresh baked bread and butter, some soft eggs and tea - nothing too heavy your highness.” She set down the tray on your little table and looked at you expectantly.
“Sit and eat with me - and then we can speak about you delivering this for me.” She nodded and sat with a smile.
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“Where is my daughter?” They had all been waiting on her but she hadn’t come down. He was worried about her, but his pride stopped him from knocking on her door himself.
“Is she okay? It surprises me that she hasn’t joined us.” Poe’s face was the very picture of worry and it was lucky he wore the helmet, or his expression would have given him away.
“I assure you my lord, your highness, she is well. She is indisposed at the moment and begs your forgiveness. I am to fetch her something to eat.” Her handmaiden was apologetic.
“Please make sure she eats more than a few bites, it will help. Some tea as well.” The Queen spoke to the girl and she nodded as she made her way to the kitchens, she caught Dins eye before leaving however and his mood darkened further still.
Din had the nagging suspicion that this had everything to do with what had happened the night before.
You are a fool Djarin, you hurt her.
He felt terrible, like some sort of monster - a predator that had stolen a tiny part of her heart and then ripped it up in front of her face.
What am I to do? Am I to watch happily as you marry this man? Am I to hope you’ll have time for me? Maybe one night when he’s called away I can slither into your room like a thief and steal a few more kisses before he comes back? Shall I kill him for you Princess? Start a war for your love?
He sighed silently, his hands gripping his sword tight enough to turn his knuckles bone white, lost in his own thoughts.
—-
The light at this time of the day was absolutely gorgeous. Autumn was well and truly here and everything had taken a golden hue. For once, you were glad Din was not present.
“I imagine your conversation with him did not go as planned.” It wasn’t a question, he had seen the look on your face and it made no sense to lie.
“It most certainly did not.” You smiled sadly, the two of you sitting in the courtyard. Poe was reading a book borrowed from your library as you tried to occupy your thoughts with needlework but it wasn’t going as planned. Your stitches were not up to your usual standard and despite your annoyance you weren’t going to put it down until you finished. “He barely let me get the words out. I suspect I offended him.”
“How so?” He tilted his head in confusion, his attention moving from the words on the pages in front of him to look you in the eye.
“I could see that he was upset that I have accepted your proposal-” You made sure to lower your voice. “-and it made me laugh because I know he has nothing to fear - you and I have come to an agreement but he thought I was mocking him.” You could see the genuine concern on his face.
“Should I speak to him? Do you think that would help?” He placed his hand onto yours and you knew that would be a bad idea.
“No - as much as I appreciate it I don’t think that would go over well without him knowing about us.” You placed your hand onto his in thanks. “How does Finn feel about this whole situation? I meant to speak to him myself but I have been preoccupied.” You had noted that Finn wasn’t in attendance.
“We have both accepted that we cannot live life as open as we’d like - he is content to learn that you are accepting of us.” He smiled fondly at you. “We must adapt.”
“Isn’t this lovely? You two look right at home together.” There was genuine happiness in your mothers voice and you fought the urge to roll your eyes at her. She wasn’t wrong per say - but not for the reasons she imagined. Poe was a dear friend, that and nothing more.
“Your highness.” Poe made to stand but she waved him away.
“I am happy to see you getting along this way and I am hopeful that you will have good news for us soon.” For a moment you saw your mother, not as the Queen she always portrayed but the secret side to her she only ever showed you. The one who held you close when you were ill, the one who told you stories as a child. The vulnerable woman who worried about your well-being.
“Yes, I expect you will have good news soon Mother.” You smiled up at her and her face lit up, that private smile gracing you both before it was put away.
“I am very happy to hear that my darling.” She composed herself again, and then she was gone.
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It was hard not to pace around the room, Mila had left with the note and your heart in her hands what felt like ages ago and your nerves were frayed. It felt as though your heart was in your throat, constricting your airway, pulsing in your ears and it didn’t let up. It wouldn’t let up, not until everything was as it was. It was your fate to wait until she came back.
You tried to focus on your breathing, on calming your body but it was no use.
I am practically vibrating, and it seems as though the hem on my dress is paying the price.
You watched almost outside your own body as your hands worried at the fabric, pulling and straightening, smoothing away invisible wrinkles until finally she entered the room and lifted your heart; only to smash it again. You could tell something was wrong by the worried little frown on her pretty face and you were upset to see the note still in her hands.
“He didn’t care?” The voice wasn’t your own, it was a sad creature in the grip of despair.
“Not just that your highness, he would not listen. He would not read it and would hear nothing of your reasons. Would hear nothing of your wishes to meet him tonight. I promise you I tried but he told me that he knew all he needed to know and wished to suffer no more hurt. I could hear the sadness in his voice but I couldn’t see his eyes.” She was apologetic, but there was an anger there.
“Speak truthfully, say what you will not.” You locked eyes with her and gave her a small nod, signalling that you wanted her honest opinion.
“Well, truthfully speaking your highness, I am angry. How can he be so hurt and claim to love you so but then refuse to listen? If he would stop being so proud and foolish he would know that he is the only one you want. He would know that Poe is no threat and this nonsense could end. This is unnecessary heartache and it-” Her speech faltered at the small smile on your face, her ardour touched your heart - that she could care so much about your happiness. “It’s useless your highness.” The bite had gone and she smiled back.
“You are right, sweetling. He is being dreadfully obtuse, I appreciate your sentiments and you have my love.” You kissed her cheek. “I must make him listen.”
“How will you do that, your highness?”
“With your help.” You had a plan, and it had to work.
--
Turmoil.
That was the only way he could describe his state of mind.
Her handmaiden had come with a note and just the sight of her flowing script sent him into a frenzy. He wanted no part of it, wanted to know nothing more of her accepting Poe.
He had tried to end it quickly but he had to give it to the girl, she was determined but he had made up his mind. After her various attempts of showing him the princesses words, he finally managed to send her on her way.
How had this all gone so wrong? He had been the dependable protector; The Mandalore. He was trusted to keep this family absolutely safe. How had he gone from that to this jealous, love-sick creature? Lusting and yearning after this woman, forgetting himself. He had to be better, try to get himself back to how he was.
But how can I forget about you my love? How can anyone compare? Maybe I should bury my love for you in someone else as you will undoubtedly do yourself with Poe. Although Gisella doesn’t come close, she would make a good wife - she might help me get my head out of the clouds.
He stared at his helmet, contemplating on whether or not he should go and find the girl.
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“How do I look?” Her smile wasn’t encouraging you.
“You look completely ordinary, your highness, it’s a little strange.” She was circling you, adjusting the woollen shift, making sure the simple corset was laced right.
“That’s rather the point.” You said it goodnaturedly and she laughed, fixing your skirts before she dressed you in her simple cloak.
“No one will recognize you, you should let your hair down.” She helped you and when you looked in the mirror you understood what she meant.
“He will not know me. It’s perfect.”
You won’t get out of this so easily Din, you will listen.
“You know where to go, your highness?” She was nervous, now that it came down to it she feared you’d get caught.
“I know every inch of this place sweetling, if anyone comes I am not to be disturbed.” You kissed her cheek quickly before quickly making your way out the door.
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I feel invisible.
No one looked too closely at you, and if when their eyes did find you it was barely a glance before they moved on to other things. You were for all intents and purposes a maiden, a servant girl.
It was utterly thrilling; a lovely reprieve from your everyday life. No one bowing, no one asking what you’d like, no Mandalorian shadow behind you keeping you safe. It was freedom - pure and simple and you cherished it all the way to his room.
He opened the door in a huff and almost didn’t recognize you at first.
“Princess? What are you doing here? Why are you dressed like that?” He was more confused than anything at first. The shock of you standing there in Milas clothing and if you hadn’t been so angry at him, you would have laughed.
“So you do remember me.” It wasn’t a question, and you let him take it in before you pushed your way through to his humble apartments. For once in all the time you’d known him, he didn’t know what to do. He was at a loss but his mind quickly recovered and you saw the panic, the reality of the situation set in and you waited for him to ask you to leave. He didn’t disappoint.
“Princess, you cannot be here. If you are discovered - it would be bad.” He left it there as he stood by the door. You made no move to obey him.
“No. I have had enough of this. You will listen to me Din Djarin - I am tired of you not listening to me.” You crossed your arms over your chest and his frown deepened.
“We cannot do this -”
“Oh yes we can, and we will, now I command you to listen to me. As your Princess, as your future Queen -” You softened slightly. “As your love, I need you to listen to me.” You stood your ground and he wilted slightly, yielding with a defeated sigh.
You took the moment to look around. The soft light of the moon was shining through a modest window, aided by a few candles. It was sparse, filled with only the essentials. His bed, large and soft, no doubt filled with down and you noticed that there was no canopy.
He rises with the sun.
He had a small table, chairs and more books than you ever would have thought. It made you smile to think of him here, reading the histories of other Mandalorians that had served. Learning from the Mandalores which came before him.
“What would you have of me Princess. I am listening.” He seemed chastened, docile. He walked over to the small table and sat, ready to finally hear your words and you took in his appearance. A loose-fitting white tunic and simple dark brown woollen breeches - not in all of the time you’ve known him have you ever seen him looking so comfortable, so soft and unguarded.
“It is unchivalrous of you to treat me this way Sir. I am not someone to be ignored, least of all by you. If you had bothered to wait until I explained you would have known that I am yours. Now and always. Maybe not the way I would have wanted, but you have nothing to fear, from any man.” You approached him where he sat and kept the smile to yourself at the shame on his face. “If you would have bothered to listen to me my love, you would have learned that Poe does not desire me. Not in the same way you do.”
“I don’t understand.” He asked softly, that crease reappearing between his brows, the confusion evident. “If he doesn’t desire you, why is he courting you so aggressively?”
“Poe is in love. He is in love with someone that, much like you and I - he cannot be with openly.” You gave in to the temptation and ran your fingers through his hair softly as you spoke. Despite the annoyance you felt, you had to touch him. “He is committed to this person, and our marriage would be a means to use his power and influence to help the kingdom. It would also be an end to questions about his lack of a wife. A chance to be happy, without judgement.” He leaned in to your touch, his eyes closed and you knew that his time brushing you aside was as painful for him as it was for you.
“Who is this person? Why can he not be with her openly?” He took your hand in his, kissing your palm.
“Him. He cannot be with him openly. Not everyone is accepting of their love and although it makes no difference to me I understand his need to keep it a secret.” He seemed slightly shocked.
“I see, and he has no problem with your marriage to him being a farce? He knows about us?” He held your hand in his, unable - or perhaps unwilling to let you go.
“It wouldn’t just be a farce Din, he is my friend. We would have a lovely friendship, companionship - nothing more. He does know about us and he wanted me to assure you that he is just a friend and that anything that happens between us that vaguely even resembles romance - it is just an act. Do you see now why I couldn’t help but laugh?” Your anger had evaporated, dust blowing in the wind while being able to be so close to him.
“I have behaved shamefully my love, I pray you’ll forgive me.” His voice was pained, embarrassed. “There isn’t anything I can say other than I am sorry.” He pulled you close, his arms wrapping around your waist - his face pressed into your belly.
“You must make it up to me.” You smoothed the lines in his face with your thumbs as you spoke, as if you could take them away. “I want to be with you, I want to lay with you.” He pressed kisses to your sternum.
His head shot up and you saw the realization hit him.
“Now? Here?” His eyes flashed over to his bed. “This space is not worthy of you.”
You could see him evaluating his rooms, the size of his bed - the sparseness. None of it mattered to you. He was all you cared about.
“I don’t care, I just want you.” You pulled him up off the chair, guiding him slowly over to where you wanted him. “Take me to your bed.” You pressed your mouth to the tawny skin of his neck and you couldn’t help but taste his skin. “Do you not desire me?” You spoke softly, noting with delight how his breath hitched when you bit his shoulder through the fabric of his tunic.
“Of course I do Princess, let me show you just how much.” He lifted you onto his bed. “I want you to see what I think about.” You could see his manhood rising - a slight tenting in his breeches, it made you ache.
Finally - I will know you as a woman knows her husband.
You felt the heat crawling up your chest, felt it in your ears and you thought about what he’d done to you in the alcove.
“Din?” A tiny bit of hesitation coloured your voice and he looked up. “The thing you did in the alcove - with your mouth.” He smiled slightly as he undid the laces of your corset slowly - unwrapping you like a present.
“Yes my love? Ask me.” He knew. He knew and he wanted you to ask him. His hands slowed, molasses slow as he pulled your hose and undergarments off - leaving you in just your woollen shift.
“Yes. Could you do that again?” The urge to cover your face was immense but you fought against it to keep your eyes on him.
“You want me to eat your pretty little cunt again my love?” He smiled slyly, his big warm hands rubbing at the sensitive skin of your thighs as he watched you. He laughed low at the gasp and it all made your arousal flow - made it drip out of your womanhood and onto his linens. You nodded, leaning back on your forearms, biting your lip in nervous excitement. “Do you have even the vaguest notion of how good you taste? Of how much I relished the smell of you? The feel of you flooding my mouth with your pleasure?” You watched him speak in awe, your nipples pebbling at his words and the fervour in his voice.
He pulled his tunic off and you noticed the scars on his torso, proof of the battles he’d won, of the hard work he’d put in to be who he was today and it was lovely. The sacred map of your heart made flesh in another person. He let you drink your fill of him as he stood, undressing fully and your eyes widened. There was a light dusting of hair on his belly leading down to a patch of dark curls at the base of his sex; it was at full-mast.
Dark red and thick and your thighs trembled at the knowledge that he’d be inside you.
“Are you afraid of me Princess?” He tilted his head to bring your attention back up to his eyes and you knew he could see the nerves on your face.
“I am nervous, not afraid - but I know you will be gentle with me.” You leaned up and took off the last article of clothing standing in the way between you and you swore you saw his manhood twitch.
“I will be whatever you desire, forever.” He crawled towards you and you took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his manhood on your hip as he lay on top of you and you half expected him to get right into it but he smiled, fully in control of himself despite the state of him. “I am going to take my time with you Princess, you will cry out in pleasure many times before my cock goes anywhere near you.” He kissed you then, hard enough to bruise and you felt yourself clench.
“What will you do to me Din?” You ran your hands down his back as he kissed your neck, feeling more raised spots, more scars and you traced them idly.
“First-” He moved down to your breasts. “-I want you to be so wet you can hardly stand it. I want to find what you like - see what feels good.” His tongue poked out then, laving softly at one pert nipple and then the other. A little moan escaped your mouth then and you were enraptured - it was almost magic, how he could pull it out of you. He continued, smiling into your skin as he worshipped your body. His mouth a steady suck at your nipple and you couldn’t help but stare at him in open-mouthed silence. “Good?” He watched you nod as he showed the other the same attention.
“Really good Din.” You ran your fingers through his hair but it turned into clutching him to your breast when he bit you softly. “Oh- that was, that felt really good.” It had made you gasp slightly, the little shock of pain ramping up the pleasure and he did it again.
Again and again, he switched between the two and then you felt his fingers at the apex of your thighs. He moaned at the slick pooled at your entrance, pulling away threads of you to taste.
“I want you like this first, with my fingers and my mouth at your nipples.” He rubbed at the pearl of you and it was almost shocking how fast you seized up, your opening fluttering around nothing. Your lip raw in your mouth from trying not to scream and he smiled when he pulled away. “I think you’re ready for one.” He slid one thick finger inside and it was strange but not unpleasant. “Too much?” He watched your face for any signs of pain.
“No, it doesn’t hurt, just feels strange.” He rubbed at the bundle of nerves and it shifted. “Th-that helps.” You moaned out the words, the little circles from his thumb lifting you up again and he smiled. Kissing you as he continued his onslaught.
“Let's try one more finger.” He kissed you softly and you felt the stretch then, there was a little burn but it didn’t last, and when he curled them inside you there was a delicious pressure that made you moan into his mouth. “Yes - there it is.” He kissed you again, moving down to bite at your nipple again and it only took a few seconds before you were soaring; falling.
“Good girl.” He kissed you again before pulling his fingers out and shoving them in his mouth greedily.
You felt wetness, his sex leaking fat pearly drops of arousal onto your skin and you wanted for all the world to explore him as he was exploring you. You moved to touch him but he stopped you.
“Wait Princess - believe me there is nothing I want more, but I want this to be about you.” He kissed your palm before bringing it back to his neck. “Now, I want you to flood my mouth once more.” He smiled as he moved down your body, taking the time to lick at your nipples again. He seemed to want to kiss every inch of you. Your ribs, the soft skin of your belly, your hips - the soaked curls on your mound.
He spread your thighs, making space for the breadth of him between your legs and it looked to you as though he was drunk on the smell of you. The intensity of his gaze was enough to make you want to close them but he dove in, parting you with his tongue. Ripping away all thoughts of stopping him.
“God Din - that feels - that feels so good.” You leaned onto your forearms again, needing to watch him and the flutter of his lashes, the sight of the flesh of your thighs spilling through his fingers - it all made the arousal flow right where he wanted it; into his mouth.
His big hands moved underneath you - to the meat of your ass, pulling you closer to his mouth. He ate you like a man starved, stoking the fire burning in your veins. His tongue was probing into you, gliding up to circle around the pert little button of your pleasure and it almost maddening how fast he could make you fall apart.
“Is this what you wanted my love?” He kissed your sex the same way he kissed your mouth as he spoke and you nodded quickly, wanting him to get back to what he was doing. “Tell me - tell me how good it feels.” He watched you, making a show of spearing into you with those long fingers.
“Oh- yes, yes Din it feels so good, please give me your tongue again. I’m so close.” His mouth was sucking your little bundle of nerves, making the last few words a breathy moan. He worked in tandem, fingers curled inside you as his tongue glided and glided and glided until the coil snapped and the wave of pleasure radiated out from your core. Down to the tips of your fingers and toes, your breasts.
“Din please - stop, I can’t.” You tried to push him away as you lay there, boneless.
Your ears were pounding and it called to mind that feeling when you were a child, when you’d run as fast as you could. The wind in your face, your blood pumping in your ears - your feet carrying you as fast as you could until someone stopped you or until you simply couldn’t run another step.
How do you do this? How do you make me feel this way?
He couldn’t help but kiss his way back up and you felt the dampness on your skin wherever he touched you, a little trail of your arousal like a map leading to some great treasure.
“It fills my heart with joy to see you like this. Naked and satiated on my bed, happy - mine.” He kissed you softly now, his tender heart in your hands and you vowed to yourself then silently to keep it safe. To protect this part of him, lock it away.
“I am ready now my love.” You pulled him into the space between your legs. “I want to see you fall apart now.” He hissed when you touched him softly, the skin of his cock surprisingly velvety.
“I will go slow, open wider for me.” He lifted your legs high onto his hips and you watched as he fed himself into you, worked his cock into you slowly.
You were wet, as wet as you’ve ever been in your life and yet - it was a stretch. There was a burn, a pinch of pain but it was nothing compared to what you’d been led to believe and he took his time. Your comfort was his only concern despite the look of pain on his face. You looked up to see his eyes, watching where you were joined. There was sweat on his brow, a tremor in his arms where he held himself up, his thighs pressed up against the backs of your legs. He was holding himself back.
“You’re doing so good, taking me so well, just a little more.” When he was fully sheathed inside you he groaned; a low rumble deep in his chest. It was an intense feeling of fullness, a burn that wasn’t completely unpleasant, but not pleasurable. “Gods above, you’re squeezing me so tight - feel so good. Am I hurting you?” His hair was matted to his face and he looked to you then for all intents and purposes like an angel.
“No - it’s a lot, I feel full.” You brought your hands up to his shoulders, grounding yourself with his body and he couldn’t help but moan at your words.
“Once you become accustomed it will feel better. Reach down, feel yourself spread around my cock.” He took your hand and brought it down to feel and you gasped. Never had you ever felt this wanton, this beautiful. He took your hand and urged you to touch yourself while he was inside you. “Show me how you do it to yourself.”
He lowered his head, his tongue obscene in your mouth and you obeyed, half believing you wouldn’t be able to do it again but you did. He added another layer of pleasure and when he slowly started moving, in and out you felt yourself bearing down again.
Another wave of slick leaked out of you, making his thrusts loud, it felt good - it felt right.
“A little more Din, a little faster, a little harder - please.” You tightened your legs around his waist, your fingers sped up and when he obliged you heard the wet suck of your cunt - no part of you wanted to let him go.
“You hear that? Hear how wet I make you? You hear me fucking you Princess?” He was letting go, his movements frantic and rough but so so good. You could feel the sweat on his lower back, the strength and stamina translating into the bedroom perfectly and when he lowered his head to capture your nipple in his mouth you clenched around him, screaming louder than you meant to as you drenched him in you.
“Oh god - I’m close - where? Where?” He was in a frenzy now and a madness took over you, you locked your ankles on his lower back and kept him inside. You felt him twitch, felt him empty himself inside you and once he was done he collapsed onto you. His full weight was overwhelming as well as completely addictive.
you rubbed at his back, soothing the tense muscles there while he caught his breath.
“Princess, I should not have finished inside, what if you- what if my seed takes?” He pulled out with a hiss and lay beside you. His body was completely relaxed but his face was a mask of worry.
“Then I will have a child with the love of my life. What could be wrong with that?” You kissed him softly and despite his fear, he smiled.
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Your eyes were heavy.
You had settled on your stomach, naked and unselfconscious while he lay next to you on his side. He was running his hand down your back, content to stroke your skin, from the top of your shoulder down to the swell of your ass.
His warmth practically lulling you to sleep and it was hard to recall a time where you’d ever felt this comfortable. He watched himself touching you, soft and slow, thorough. His lips pressed against your shoulder every few minutes; almost as though he kept remembering he could.
“I hate to trouble you right now, when you are so lovely and replete but what happens now?” He pressed himself closer still.
“Hm? What do you mean?” Your eyelids were so heavy and his touch was so soothing, it was hard to keep up.
“My love, as much as it pains me to say it, you cannot stay here.” Another soft kiss to your shoulder. Another caress of his hand. “I must get you back to your rooms, and we must discuss what happens next. You, Poe and I. How are we to make this work? Will I sneak into your bed every night?” His voice wasn’t helping. It was so low and it reverberated through your bones, a lullaby in itself.
“Whatever works, I don’t care where we sleep, so long as you are with me. Once Poe and I are married we will find a way to be together privately. I suppose I must announce it now-“ A big yawn escaped you and he sighed. The end of your night together had come. “-Gods above Din I don’t want to leave.”
“I know, I don’t want you to either - but I imagine your handmaiden is sick with worry and things must appear normal.” He placed a kiss onto your temple before getting up.
He gathered your things and you studied his body once more, so many scars, so many marks and freckles.
I will memorize every single one.
He pulled his breeches on before helping you dress.
“Helping you dress is not nearly as enjoyable as helping you undress.” A little smile played on his lips and you slapped his shoulder playfully. Much too soon though, the moment was gone, and reality set in. “Be safe my love.” He couldn’t help but lick into your mouth before sending you off into the dark hallway.
“I love you.” You spoke the words into his mouth.
“And I love you, desperately.” With that - you were gone.
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