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Arms Wide Open - Chapter 7

His breath subtly deepened a bit more, and you could imagine his eyes darkening with desire. For the first time in your adult life, that wanting image felt safe and even comforting - not taking or pressing…

“Please?” He asked - he didn’t demand. How different this was from your past dalliances.

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Summary: Intimacy in the dark…

Notes: Let’s assume that all safe sexual practices are being employed here, whatever they may be in the Star Wars universe.

Also we’re going to pretend that Din owns a real shower, not a sonic.

Warnings: Non-explicit sex (minimally descriptive), vague allusions to past sexual trauma. Rating on AO3 is now updated to Mature. Minors DNI.

Word count: 1.8k

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You kissed and simply explored for a very long time. How was it that you could be so damned aroused and yet so patient?

But as it turned out, it wasn’t so much the sex that you wanted but rather to know this man intimately - all of the parts he wouldn’t share with anyone else…

His face… his hair… his mouth… whatever skin you could reach… You had never had intimacy like this - earned in exchange for real trust and affection.

Of course, that certainly didn’t mean you wouldn’t like to explore his other parts, too.

You would not take any agency away from Din to decide when or if to cross that barrier, but you could demonstrate your willingness and leave it for him to pursue if he so desired.

And that’s how your shirt came off, tossed to the side on the floor behind you.

Din froze momentarily, not having expected this development so abruptly, but his want to proceed became clear as his hands moved up to cup your breasts over the fabric of your chest bindings.

“Can I?” he asked in a strained whisper.

Oh, stars… you could feel his arousal now. This was happening.

“Yes.” The word barely made it out of your mouth before his lips were on the swell of your breast, moving along each inch of newly exposed skin as his fingers pulled the fabric down and off achingly slowly until it was tossed to the floor, as well.

Your breath caught in your throat as he took one nipple in his mouth and used a hand to grope the other before moving to the other side. Your heart was beating wildly with anticipation, and your breath was erratic due to the building arousal. It was embarrassingly difficult to control the motion of your hips.

His hardness was pressed right up against you in this position, and he seemed to be struggling, too, breath heavy.

Bless him for not making you ask out loud because, no sooner did you reach that point of desperation, were his hands traveling down to the waist of your leggings and tugging them slightly down for better access.

“This is okay?”

“Please, Din…” you begged, bringing his fingers yourself to slip inside of your underwear, guiding him to precisely where you needed him.

And boy, did he remember what to do once he got there. It didn’t take all that long before you were shaking in his lap and holding on to his neck for dear life.

Instead of the self-serving dirty-talk other men had offered in this scenario, Din whispered the sweetest words of quiet encouragement in your ear - and of all things, that was what put you over the edge.

It took several long seconds, collapsed against his chest and catching your breath, to recover from the most long-awaited and hard-earned orgasm of your entire life. It had never felt quite like this with anyone else before, and you desperately wanted to find this pleasure with him…

You lifted your head to kiss him one more time before asking the ultimate question, taking a small risk and laying your fingers lightly over his erection, still confined under the fabric of his pants.

“Do you want to?”

“Please?” He asked - he didn’t demand. How different this was from your past dalliances.

He hissed into your mouth as your hand palmed him a few times with more intention while dropping off his lap to kneel between his legs for a moment, giving you more space to fumble in the dark for his zipper and help him pull his pants and underclothes down his thighs.

You took the liberty of touching him, too, for just a minute, rewarded with a few small whimpers of quiet pleasure. But this was not what you both really wanted, now was it?

Standing to remove your remaining clothes, you climbed back over to straddle his thighs.

“Ready?” you asked, caressing the back of his neck affectionately.

He huffed and leaned forward to kiss you lightly, though his voice betrayed his need. “Very.”

You sunk down on him exceedingly slowly - it had been a very long time, and while it felt absolutely amazing, it was a bit intense at first. Gods, he was so sweet about it, nevermind his own pressing arousal, making sure you were alright when you paused partway to adjust and gently encouraging you to relax.

“You’ve got me in a death grip, mesh’la. Just take a few deep breaths. We can stop if you need to.”

You did not want to stop.

Eventually, after some calming breaths and a concerted effort to relax your pelvic floor as he rubbed your shoulders comfortingly, you were able to settle on him fully.

And after that, it was fireworks.

You moved against each other slowly this first time, likely an effort on his part to ensure you weren’t injured, but that was okay because the position allowed a very satisfying depth.

Stars, it felt amazing and connected and safe… and just so good…

There was little talking, your mouth continuously occupied - kissing anywhere and everywhere possible as your hands roamed under the shirt he was still wearing before moving to wrap around his neck, keeping close as he neared the end.

Still, you broke the silence to reassure him before he would have to ask, putting his mind at ease:

“It’s safe if you want to…”

He swore under his breath - as if this wasn’t already incredible enough, he was allowed to finish right here inside of you.

Gods, he realized in the haze of pleasure, he might love you…

Your patience… your kindness… just everything about you… you… you…

He came with a muffled groan, face buried in your neck, and you rode out the aftershocks with him, staying put while he recovered his faculties, rubbing circles on his back soothingly.

“I think that went well…”

He laughed against your collarbone before lifting his head to kiss you properly.

“That was downright incredible… and it was just the first try…”

“Hmmm…” you hummed, smiling against his cheek. “I hope there will be many more… You’re still in your clothes - that must be remedied next time.”

Truthfully, he was thankful that you didn’t push him tonight, and it was part of what he’d grown to love about you - you simply accepted all of his limits, no questions asked. He felt naked as it was without the beskar, and skin on skin might have been too overwhelming with all of the other unfamiliar sensations of this sort of intimacy, at least this first time.

“Do you… want to stay the night…?”

This felt like a full circle moment. You’d accidentally spent a night on his couch the first day you met - and now you would spend the night in his bed with full intention.

“You’re pretty serious about me, huh?”

He paused before responding to that. “Yeah, I am. Is that okay?”

“More than okay, Din. The feeling’s mutual.”

He released the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and encouraged you to stand up before securing his pants and doing the same. His hand tangled with yours.

“Come on. I’ll guide you.”

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You woke up the next morning in a panic, a warm hand clamped over your eyes.

But a familiar and soothing voice brought you quickly back to reality.

“Hey, hey… I’m sorry… it’s just too bright in here now that the sun is up.”

Oh, yes. You sighed happily in remembrance of the previous night’s events.

“I’ll keep my eyes closed. Promise.”

His hand lifted off your eyes to smooth over your forehead while his mouth met yours.

“I’ll never tire of this,” he murmured between kisses. “Stars, you’re beautiful, Flora. I couldn’t see any of you last night.”

Oh, gosh, you were still naked.

You’d never believed any part of you was particularly beautiful, especially as age had started to gray and wrinkle what few decent attributes you possessed. But the honesty in his voice almost made you believe it.

“I have yet to see any of you, though. It’s a little unfair - don’t you think?”

“Well,” Din started, running his hand over your breast and traveling down to the apex of your thighs. “I could put on my helmet, and we could remedy that right now.”

“I…” you struggled to respond, old fears suddenly resurfacing unexpectedly. “I don’t think I can… I’m a little sore… I’m sorry…”

“Flora, no…” he responded immediately to your tone, moving his hands away from your body and instead cupping the side of your face. “You never have to apologize for that. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

The relief you felt in that moment, the confirmation that this man was not like the others, brought you to tears. You cleared your throat and quickly wiped them from your closed eyelids, praying he didn’t notice. It wasn’t his fault.

“No, it’s just been a long time,” you replied with a sniff. “I trust you not to hurt me. Please know that, Din.”

He observed you for a moment, puzzled by your subtle emotional outburst. Had others been unkind to you in such intimate encounters? He’d murder those men if you asked.

“I have another idea if you’re up for it.”

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You were perpetually intrigued by this man.

Here you were standing naked in the shower… with an equally naked man… in the pitch black dark of the locked fresher…

And there was no groping… no begging or coercing… no expecting you’d do anything but actually shower with him in the dark.

In fact, despite the banality of it, it was exhilarating to know that he was willing to be so vulnerable with you - more than he’d been with anyone else in many, many years.

You couldn’t see him of course, but he didn’t turn you away when you pressed your body against his in an affectionate embrace - skin on skin. Maybe it was easier for him this way - easing into it… no pressure to push his limits with this new intimacy. It must be overstimulating when you normally walk around covered in multiple layers of canvas and metal.

You stayed like that until your skin started to prune. You really wished this night-turned-morning didn’t have to end.

But alas, Grogu needed to be retrieved, and you had duties to attend to at the greenhouses.

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After the armor and helmet went back on, you walked hand in hand to your cabin so that you could change your clothes and share a quick breakfast before heading to Karga’s home in the town center.

Greef winked knowingly at you as he placed Grogu back into his father’s arms and gave Din a little jab in the ribs, whispering to find him later for a chat… ‘about business matters, of course’...

You couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps you’d found more than love and companionship here on this little backwater planet.

Maybe you’d walked right into an empty place in this little makeshift family…

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Epilogue

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