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Part Seven of the Signs of a Lifetime Series

Pairing: Din Djarin x OC / fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6.3k

Warnings/Tags: smut!!!!!!, language, hurt/comfort, confessing feelings

A/N: finallllyyyy i’m so happy to get to this point in their story! thank you for reading! ♡

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Chapter Summary:

Finally giving in to their feelings and desire for each other, the inevitable happens between Alya and Mando... several times.

“Kiss me,” Alya said.

Mando leaned down, and it felt tentative at first as his lips brushed against hers, full of pent up, repressed longing ready to be unleashed. Alya deepened the kiss immediately and Mando followed suit, both of them sighing and moaning with the finality of it - something months in the making culminating into their lips finally colliding. He wrapped his arms around her and let them slide smoothly down to her ass, eliciting a groan from him, as their tongues flicked against each other’s and Alya bit his lip slightly. He tasted perfect, everything she had dreamed and thought and fantasized about - this all felt too good to be real. Their tongues continued to dance into each other’s mouths as Alya hungrily scraped her nails against his scalp and neck, pulling his lips even closer to hers.

Mando groaned quietly and pulled away reluctantly, continuing to hastily work the buttons of her pants. “Fucking need you,” he muttered, half to himself, as he crouched down, frantically planting kisses along her thighs. He urgently pulled the fabric to the ground, then pulled off her shoes and helped her step out of her pants. Now that she was fully exposed, without one bit of clothing left on her, she felt him slow down and pull back, seemingly taking it all in.

“Alya…” he crooned softly - his unmodulated voice saying her name sent another wave of desire into Alya’s core, the feeling threatening already to take over her entire body. She blindly reached out, unsure of where Mando was at. She felt him grab her roaming hand and hold it, pulling them back together again. He continued kissing her thighs more gently, some of the urgency gone as if he’d decided to simply enjoy every second of it instead of the rush he had been in moments ago. He sucked on the skin, then gave it soft flicks of his tongue afterwards. He was getting closer to the spot she desperately wanted him most, and Alya knew she was practically dripping, soaked for him already. He was taking his sweet time, she thought with equal frustration and delirious desire as he hips moved to find his mouth with each touch.

When he finally began exploring between her legs with his tongue, just a few small licks right on her clit, she gripped the back of his head, grasping at his hair. He moaned into her skin at the feeling of her hands running through his scalp again.

“Is this all for me, hm?” he murmured into her, tasting the slick folds of her as he ran his tongue through her. She was already practically seeing stars and he’d barely gotten started. She writhed, grinding her hips forward, urging him on.

“Please, Mando… f-fuck, it’s all for you,” she breathed, unable to think clearly, unable to say much else other than begging him for more..

His tongue dipped back down, skillfully licking through her and circling her clit, and she moaned uncontrollably at how good this felt after wanting it so badly for so long. He had brought his hand up, his tongue and fingers now intermingled, rubbing her clit and pushing inside her. She felt like she was already close to going insane, wanting more, needing more, when he suddenly stopped.

“I can’t take it anymore, I need to fuck you, need to feel you,” he gasped, breathing heavily and leaning his forehead against her thigh, already coated in a thin layer of sticky sweat from his own desire.

“Get up here and do it then,” Alya breathed out, desire clouding over every single thought in her mind. He rose up from his knees to meet her and kissed her again, passion and fervor lacing every touch of their lips. He reached underneath her ass and began lifting her up, and she quickly wrapped her legs around him, feeling his strong arms and middle supporting her. His cock was pressing rock hard against her as he carried her, and it sent a desperate noise out of her that it wasn’t buried deep inside of her yet. She had the sensation of being carried for several steps and felt something smooth and cold underneath her as Mando set her on what felt like a part of a console in the cockpit. She yelped slightly at the change in temperature underneath her bare ass and both her and Mando shared a quick laugh before he began kissing her again, and she could feel the smile on his lips as they touched hers. Alya opened her legs even further, allowing Mando to step in between them and push himself closer to her.

Alya grabbed blindly at his clothes, feeling so much of his bare skin underneath them now as she slid her hands underneath the fabric, and with the blindfold on it almost made it more exciting to rake her hands over his chest, back, and neck. She was careful not to pull off any of his clothing that he hadn’t offered to, unsure of how his beliefs played into it, but he hadn’t stopped her yet. Despite wanting to rip off every thread on his body, she settled for this alternative. At the feeling of her touch on his bare back, Mando let out a small moan into Alya’s mouth as he continued kissing her, trailing his lips down to her neck now. He nipped and licked at the skin on her neck, then her shoulder, breathing heavily with desire.

“Everything you do, feels so good, so fucking good,” he mumbled into her skin. The rumble of his voice against her bare shoulder sent her shuddering slightly, hairs rising up on her arms and neck.

“I could feel even better…” she trailed off, breathing hard, reaching down to his pants and undoing his belt. He buried his face further into her neck, biting the skin there as she grabbed his cock in her hand.

He began letting out groans of pleasure as she rubbed his already throbbing cock with her hand, making delicate strokes around the head. The sounds he made were absolutely undoing Alya from the inside out, the way she could make him feel just as good as he made her feel. Mando began to unzip his pants fully, hastily moving Alya’s hand aside, unable to take it anymore, and then pulled her forward by the waist with a grunt until she was completely on the edge of the console she was sitting on. Unable to see, Alya only felt the tip of his cock resting against her entrance. She placed her hands on either side of his face, kissing him deeply as she rolled her hips forward and his cock slowly slid inside of her. Both of them were breathless and speechless for a moment, adjusting to each other before Mando began rocking his hips into her. It was slower, gentler at first, as Mando placed soft kisses across her face, lips, and neck. Alya tilted her head back and moaned softly, enjoying every sweet second of his lips connecting with her while she reveled in the feeling of him being inside of her. A moment she’d thought of desperately so many times, trying to accept that it may never happen, and now that it was… her body already craved more. After a few minutes of this gentle bliss, she threaded her fingers into his hair and pulled his head back slightly.

“Now fuck me like you mean it,” she ordered him, desperately wishing he could see the feral look her eyes would have if they had been uncovered. Her legs wrapped tightly around him, pulling him even closer.

Mando practically growled, and his hands grabbed her ass tightly, anchoring her in place as he began to plunge himself deeper and deeper, his thrusts suddenly increasing in speed. He was absolutely unleashing everything he’d been feeling for her, roughly pounding himself into her through ragged grunts. He was so big, stretching Alya to accommodate him as he pushed himself further and further up to the hilt. She gripped onto him tighter and gasped at the way he was hitting something deep inside of her - Alya had never felt like this with anyone before, this deep, satisfying pleasure that seemed so effortless between them. She was moaning and cursing, only feeling pleasure roaring through her that felt ready to burst at the seams already. She urged him deeper than he could go with sloppy, wet pounding of flesh being the only sound between them. Mando reached his hand down and began rubbing her clit as he continued slamming his hips into hers, bringing her closer and closer to climax. She was crazed, grasping for her orgasm, feeling it so close that she was almost in tears, begging him.

“Mando, don’t stop, fucking destroy me, give me everything,” Alya pleaded through her desperate moans.

“I’ll give you anything,” he replied, and with her words he began thrusting into her harder, and Alya rocked her hips forward with each one to match his pace, driving him deeper. She was being completely wrecked, and she didn’t care, she couldn’t get enough. She grasped onto him tightly, the tension inside of her ready to burst, and he could feel it and hear it. “Come for me, beautiful girl,” he cooed into her ear as he heard her breathing becoming more and more desperate for him.

She felt everything at once - a culmination of every thought and emotion she’d had about him, every fleeting moment spent with him and the empty feeling she had without him, the way it all led to this night. The many times she’d told herself this could never happen, but knowing it was bound to, how it seemed they were destined to always find their way back to each other. All of these things that had happened with Mando over the last year rose up in her, bringing her over the edge. Her head suddenly buried into his neck and she felt intense pleasure explode through her, unlike any she’d ever had with anyone else. It was magnificent, planet shattering, and she saw nothing but exploding stars behind her eyelids. Mando quickly gripped her chin with his fingers, pulling her head to where he could watch her as she whimpered and moaned. Alya pushed Mando as deep as possible within her with every thrust as she grabbed onto him tightly, her whole body shuddering, completely ravaged by her climax.

“Oh my - fuck,” Mando whimpered at her deeper thrusts and sensual moans right in his ear, shuddering and bucking his hips forward as he suddenly orgasmed along with her. Alya’s legs tightened around his body, pulling him in while she rode him through his climax, feeling his warmth filling her.

They stayed exactly as they were for several minutes, Alya’s head resting against his neck and shoulder, and Mando still buried deep inside her, both breathing heavily as they attempted to come back to reality. Mando tried to pull back slightly, and Alya left her legs around him, tightening the grip, giving a noise of protest.

“Just wanna stay like this forever, right here,” she said into his skin, not budging from where they sat.

Mando began kissing the top of her head, and she tilted her head to meet the kisses, their lips coming together gently, but Alya deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue into his mouth. Mando moaned slightly at the feeling of it along with his cock still being buried in her. She felt sore from taking all of him so roughly on their first go, but found herself already wanting more, more, more. Their kisses deepened, Alya reveling in the sweet taste of his mouth again, and feeling her core already heating up again at the way his hands instinctively began touching her face, gripping it as he gave in to the kiss just as much as she was.

“I’m gonna get hard again if you don’t stop that,” he teased her, reluctantly pulling away from her mouth.

“And that’s a problem?” Alya chuckled, drawing lazy lines along his arms with her fingers.

“Absolutely not,” he said, kissing her again. “But I need a… minute. That was…” he trailed off, seemingly unable to find the right word.

“Yeah… it was,” Alya agreed, unwrapping her legs and scooting her hips back enough that Mando could step backwards, and he then wrapped his arms around her.

“I can put my helmet back on, so you can take this off,” he offered, tugging slightly on the blindfold.

“That’s okay, I want to stay like this a bit longer. I like hearing your voice,” she replied.

“You could always hear my voice,” he said, sounding perplexed.

“As sexy as your helmet voice is, this one wins.”

“My… helmet voice?” Mando breathed out a laugh.

“I’m sure there’s some fancy technical term for it, but I like helmet voice,” she said, pinching him on the arm. Some selfish part of her wished he never had to put the helmet back on, that she could stay listening to him like this forever, and move the cloth from her eyes and gaze upon his undeniably gorgeous face, stare into his eyes, whatever color they were. She knew though, that the respect she had for him could always outweigh that selfish desire, and she’d be happy to take whatever parts of him he could give to her.

“Okay, I won’t go back to my helmet voice just yet then,” Mando said, planting a light kiss on top of her head. “But I will miss seeing those eyes of yours.”

“You’re one to talk, knowing I can’t look at yours, you big tease,” she said, feeling Mando slip away out of her arms. Still blindfolded, she waited patiently, still sitting on the console as she heard him shuffling around in the cockpit. He returned a moment later, handing her some fabric - her clothes. He offered to help her get dressed considering she was insistent on continuing to wear the blindfold, and she let him. It was strangely intimate, something she had never experienced before as he pulled her shirt over her head gently, trying not to mess her hair up too much or shift the blindfold. She nearly laughed at the thought, considering her hair was likely completely ravaged from the way they’d just fucked. When he got to her bottoms, she stopped him before he could put on her pants, opting to stay in just her underwear.

“I see what you’re doing…” Mando said cheekily as she now stood in front of him without any pants on, posing with her hand on her hip and head tilted.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” she smirked in reply.

“I’m not falling for it,” he said with an air of decisiveness that she seemed certain he would break. “Come here,” he put his arm around her as she laughed, his hand guiding her by the lower back over to the pilot’s seat . Mando sat down, pulling Alya onto him and she rested comfortably on his lap, her legs stretched out, hanging off the chair. She let her mind focus on the feeling of his strong thighs underneath her, unencumbered by all the armor. She put her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder, close enough to his chest to hear him breathing. Mando gently rubbed her thigh absentmindedly as they sat, the soft touch warming Alya from the inside. This was absolute bliss, she thought, taking in the feeling and smell of him that completely surrounded her now.

“I- I know you were joking, but the comment about not seeing my eyes, or me. Does it bother you?” Mando said, apprehension in his voice. She knew he took a risk by asking this question, seeing as her answer could decide the trajectory of things between them.

“Obviously not…” Alya said, trying to be lighthearted. When Mando didn’t respond and she could still feel his tension, she continued. “No, not really. Of course I would like to, but I’ve learned to see you in different ways, if that makes sense. I know this is important to you, so… the short answer is no, it doesn’t bother me.”

Mando seemed to exhale heavily now, as if he had been holding his breath waiting for her answer, and Alya felt his muscles relax some under her. “It’s all very normal to me, growing up this way, but I realize it can be a lot to ask of someone. To be with you, and not know that part of you.”

Alya nodded, contemplating her answer for a minute. “It hasn’t crossed my mind as much as I’d think it would, to be honest. It’s odd - I just saw you for that first time and felt like that was you, or the you I needed to see, so I was alright with it. Plus, now I get to feel your face like this-“ she reached up awkwardly without her sight, pawing at his face haphazardly, “And annoy you.”

“Never annoying,” he said with a small laugh, tenderly grabbing and holding her hand that was on his face. “A little strange, maybe.”

“Strange how?” Alya asked.

“Strange like… nobody has touched my face except for me in…” he pondered, “A long time. Since I took the creed.”

“Nobody? No other… people, you’ve been with?” Alya felt almost ridiculous for asking, sounding like some possessive partner, but she was genuinely curious about that part of his past.

“None. I never took the helmet off for anyone else.” Mando pulled her a little tighter against him as he spoke the words. “Just you.”

“But… why?”

“I think you already know, freckles,” his voice went low with the power behind the implication of his words. Alya felt a pull on her heart, in her gut, like she was on the verge of panic, but couldn’t put her finger on exactly why. She was surprised to hear that she was the first one he’d done this for, and was equally pleased and terrified by that fact. How could she deserve that, be that special? She simply nodded into his chest, unsure of how to respond.

“What about the creed? You were young when that happened, right?” she asked him.

Alya felt Mando nod his head against her. “When you come of age, you speak the creed and vow to never take your helmet off in front of another living being.”

Alya drew her eyebrows together, concerned. “But didn’t you technically do that? Tonight?”

Mando sat silently for a beat, considering her question. “Yes, technically, but you aren’t seeing my face, and that’s what’s important. That when you picture me, it’s with the helmet, even though you’ve been in my presence with it off.”

“Are you fucking loopholing your Mandalorian creed for me?” Alya blurted out, shocked.

Mando laughed heartily, then said, “If I am, it was worth every second.” She playfully hit his arm at his response.

“I’m not trying to get you in trouble or disowned or whatever, so you better be sure about all of that,” she scolded him.

“It’s okay, I promise.” Mando rubbed her arm reassuringly.

“It all sounds so interesting to me. Foreign, but interesting. Taking this creed, having a… group? A tribe?”

“Clan,” Mando clarified for her.

“A clan. I can tell it’s a place you truly feel like you belong, so I couldn’t live with it if I stood in the way of that. If anything is ever jeopardizing it, I need you to tell me.”

“I will,” he promised, and Alya felt he meant every word, but her apprehension wasn’t subsiding quite that easily. Had he really risked everything he’d been raised on and vowed just to be with her tonight? She tried to shake off the nagging thought and just enjoy the moment, but she knew how it felt to so desperately and completely not belong anywhere in the galaxy, and that was the last thing she wanted for Mando.

“What about you, huh? Your clan?” Mando asked, nudging her slightly with the arm that was supporting her back.

“I feel like you already know the answer. I don’t have anything resembling a clan,” Alya replied curtly.

“But you had to grow up somewhere…” he pressed her. If Alya didn’t have the blindfold on, she would’ve shot him a warning look out of pure instinct. Instead, she bit her lip, debating on her next words, wanting to try to give him some of her truth.

“Mmmm… I did grow up somewhere - somewhere shitty, with shitty people.”

“Is that what your nightmares are about?” Mando asked boldly. This time Alya nearly took the blindfold off to give him a stern glare, but resisted. Nobody had ever tried asking her questions like this, or maybe it was that she’d never given anyone a chance to. Maybe it was time to give someone a chance to do it, she thought with apprehension, unsure if she could follow through on it.

“Yes,” she replied curtly.

“I know it’s not something you like talking ab –”

Alya sat up a bit straighter in his lap, turning her head towards his. “It’s just too much. I can’t put the first two decades of my shitty life in your hands and expect you to deal with it. They’re… bad people who did bad things.”

“At your expense?” Mando’s voice was so soft, so non-judgemental and warm that Alya felt herself loosening up the tiniest bit. Just enough to let him in, even if it was only a crack.

“Very much at my expense. And no matter how much they told themselves it was the right thing to do, they knew somewhere deep down it wasn’t, and didn’t care,” she said, sighing and frowning as she thought about all the memories that Mando’s questions had brought up for her. Her heart ached already, and his next words, so caring, so sincere, nearly broke it.

“I wish it was different for you,” he said. “You deserve so much…”

“I wish that too,” Alya choked out, unable to express anything further. All she had known was mistrust, pain, dysfunctional relationships - and maybe this was one of them in its own ways, but it didn’t feel the same. Mando had no ulterior motive, he’d made that plain the day they met. He wanted her, and he showed it, for no other reason than for her to know that fact, to engrave it into her heart. He wanted her. It was possible for her to be wanted for who she was, Mando had begun proving that to her bit by bit.

“Maybe sometime, I can share it with you. I don’t think I can yet,” she cast her head down, feeling ashamed that she didn’t know how to do any of this, to be open to the one person she truly wanted to be vulnerable with.

“It’s painful, I understand that feeling,” he said considerately, trying not to force her any further in the conversation. “I’ll tell you about that sometime, too,” he promised.

Alya nodded as she rested her head back onto his chest. “Thank you for not pushing me too hard. I’m sorry.”

“Never apologize for that, okay?” Mando replied, kissing her head again. Alya lifted her head and pulled his head down towards her, kissing him in reply. They spent several moments just relishing in the feeling of their lips together, both breaking off periodically to delicately kiss various parts of each other’s faces, always returning back to their partners lips. The newness of the feeling still struck Alya, sending her mind reeling. She still wasn’t sure this night was entirely real, the way she and Mando were now just freely kissing each other, sitting this close, no denial or avoidance of it anymore, like it was the most natural, normal thing in the galaxy to be here like this together.

“Mmm,” Alya moaned faintly, feeling heat pooling between her legs again at Mando’s tender kisses trailing down her chin to her neck. He sucked lightly on the skin, eliciting another noise from her as she began to wriggle slightly in his lap with desire. “Mando…” she breathed, feeling him getting hard underneath her.

His head traveled lower, now kissing just where the top of her breasts sat inside of her shirt, his hand coming up to squeeze them tenderly, rolling a finger over one of her nipples through the fabric. Alya’s head dipped backwards, a sigh escaping her lips. Mando’s touch became hungrier, pulling the shirt up so that more of her was exposed as he squeezed tighter, cupping and kneading her breasts before she felt his mouth covering her nipple and sucking. She squirmed more, trying to find an outlet for the desire now coursing through her again. Mando took his time, enjoying her every desperate movement and sigh as he sucked and flicked his tongue on each nipple.

“P-please,” she begged, her hips practically moving off of his lap at this point.

“Stand up for a second, I have something to give you,” he said, his voice low and suggestive again. Alya slid off his lap, standing in front of the seat as he stood up next to her, then he spun her and sat her down on the chair. She was still blindfolded, unsure of where he was heading next, what his next move was. She lifted her eyebrows in surprise when the next thing she felt was Mando suddenly kissing one of her shins, then moving over to the other one. He took his time, his lips fluttering up both sides of her legs, tickling Alya slightly, but just the right amount to send electric sparks across her body.

“You.” Mando said, placing a kiss on her knee. “Deserve.” A kiss on the top of her thigh. “Everything…” A kiss on the inside of her thigh, close to her panties. Alya moved slightly under the last kiss, scooting forward to the edge of the chair and parting her legs further to urge him to continue.

“Eager, are we?” he said with what sounded like a smirk to Alya.

“For you, always,” she replied. Her words urged him on, as he pulled off her underwear and took her in, sitting half naked in front of him, legs spread open, his for the taking. A small sigh of appreciation escaped his lips before he could even help it.

Mando leaned in, kissing all around her inner thighs, flicking his tongue on the sensitive skin and teasing her. She continued pushing her hips forward, her aching desire looking to find some relief with his mouth. When Mando finally swiped his tongue through her folds, she let out a moan, immediately feeling the pleasure of it tingling inside her core. He made quick work of it, eating her out with a furious passion that had her hips rising to meet his mouth over and over. She moaned his name, unable to believe how good it felt, how he already seemed to anticipate exactly where she needed his mouth next.

“Been wanting to taste you like this, sweet thing,” Mando said, suddenly gripping her hips, his fingers pushing into the plush skin of her thighs and ass, pulling her even closer as his tongue found its way to her entrance, pushing inside of her, then pulling out several times as she writhed under him. He groaned, tasting how she continuously flowed out her desire for him as her moans began to climb towards a climax. He quickly moved his lips, sucking on her clit, and Alya thought she was about to die from it, how good his warm mouth felt on her. His tongue alternated between flicking and sucking the spot until she cried out his name, coming into his mouth as her climax wracked her body with shuddering movements. He was completely shattering her world for the second time tonight, so easily, so effortlessly, she thought as she felt the explosion of pleasure through her body. She sat in the chair, slumped and limp, breathing heavily after coming down from it.

“So fucking good,” Mando murmured, barely able to pull his mouth off of her as he licked a few more times, Alya’s hips bucking with the over sensitivity following her orgasm. Despite that, she knew that if he kept going, he could make her come for hours if he wished. “Could do this all night,” he said before giving her one last lick.

“Don’t tempt me,” she said with a satisfied sigh and chuckle, finally able to sit forward as Mando reluctantly pulled away from her. He pulled her underwear back on for her, then he moved, leaving several moments of indistinguishable noise until he returned to her side and she felt him untying the blindfold from her head. He stood before her with the helmet back on, leaned back slightly against the controls that were across from the pilot’s chair where Alya sat. While she loved being able to kiss him, feel his face, and hear his unmodulated voice, she had missed seeing Mando in this brief time she’d been blindfolded. Her gaze softened, looking up at him and taking him in, realizing this was the first time they were locking eyes since they’d fully given in to their desires.

“Wait…” she said suddenly. “If you said that you’ve never taken your helmet off for anyone else like this, was that your first time… doing that?” She looked up at him, awaiting his answer.

Mando’s body language now seemed slightly surprised and shy at her questioning as he shifted slightly where he leaned on the console, but he nodded in reply. “Er… yes, it was,” he admitted.

“Maker, you have a born talent or something then.” She blew out a breath, showing how shocked and impressed she was with him.

“Thanks, I think…” Mando replied with a curious, sideways tilt of the head.

Alya laughed slightly. “I’m serious. I’d never be able to get enough of that.” She smirked at him.

He closed the gap between them, cupping her cheek with his still bare hand. “Good thing we’ll have the opportunity to test that theory plenty of times then, huh?” His voice was low and flirtatious now, clearly having his ego inflated with her satisfaction at his skills. She continued to give him a cheeky smile and reached her hand up to the one he had on her face.

“Oh, will we?” She raised an eyebrow.

“I’m planning on enjoying doing that many, many more times, mesh’la,” he purred, stroking her cheek.

“Mesh’la…” she repeated back to him, “Is that… Mando’a?” Alya furrowed her brows slightly at him, thinking over the list of languages she’d heard over time.

Mando nodded, grabbed her hand softly, and simply said “Beautiful.”

Alya beamed up at him, mouthing her gratitude shyly to him. She didn’t know why she was feeling so suddenly shy at the compliment - he’d just seen her naked for fuck’s sake. Maybe it was the way he’d used the language of his people, something so near and dear to him, to profess his feelings to her.

“Want to go to bed?” Mando asked, rubbing circles with his thumb on the hand he held.

Alya felt her chest tighten in happiness at the thought alone. She hadn’t even considered it - where she would sleep now that she wasn’t so out of it from her injuries. She wanted nothing more than to squeeze onto Mando’s little bed together, his body close to hers the entire night. To go back to her ship and sleep alone didn’t even feel like an option to her after the night they’d had together. She smiled and nodded in response to his offer, starting her way out of the cockpit and towards the hull.

Mando had left out a fresh blanket on the bed, and he dimmed the lights then climbed in, making enough room for Alya to curl up next to him. Alya laid back into him with a soft sigh - she was exhausted from all the highs and lows of the last few days. Mando was leaving his helmet on, and despite her worry that he may be uncomfortable sleeping like that, she didn’t want to press him on the matter. As she tried to sleep, the weight of their recent decision was on her mind now that they were resting comfortably, having gotten their pent up energy and lust for each other out of their systems for now.

“Did you really mean what you said? About why you haven’t been reaching out to me? Everything you told me?” Alya asked, angling her head slightly in Mando’s direction.

“Of course…” he said, sounding surprised by her questioning “I meant every single word I said to you tonight, Alya.”

“Not just excuses to get me into bed, then?” She fully turned her body towards him now so that they were facing each other on the bed. She despised that her comment, while sounding like a tease, had complete truth hidden behind it. Mando was no fool, and she knew he would pick up on it immediately.

“Do you think so little of me?” A small bit of hurt laced his tone.

“No, not at all.” She sighed with a shake of her head. “Of me… not you,” she mumbled. She hated this insecurity that lived inside of her still, despite Mando’s words and actions tonight and the way he’d treated her with almost nothing but kindness and care since she’d met him. She didn’t know how to accept it as it was, thinking he could be just like everyone else that had come into her life - someone to use her, to abuse her, to leave her if things got difficult. She wanted to give him more credit - it was their first night being together like this after all, but old habits die hard.

Mando gripped her face suddenly, the familiar feeling of the beskar helmet and visor boring into her. “I don’t think I can lie about how I feel when it comes to you. If I put doubt in your mind, I understand, and I’m sorry. I hope you know that I care about you… very much,” he said, the last words coming out somewhat apprehensive, maybe scared it was revealing too much, too soon.

“I know you were trying to give me what I said I wanted… I don’t know why I lied to myself for so long. I should be the one apologizing, I think, for letting you believe I didn’t care about you like this.” Alya suddenly felt the guilt of that realization threatening to crush her. She had denied both of them the pure, uninhibited joy they’d experienced tonight by trying so hard to run like she always had. Her fingers curled around the back of his neck, lovingly stroking the skin there. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her voice cracking slightly. Mando touched her face softly still, assuring her all was forgiven. “I care about you… so much,” Alya added, echoing Mando’s words to her as she pulled herself closer to him.

“You had your own things to work out, I know. I wanted this, but I would have been happy just to help you and see you safe when I found you,” he said. “Being with you tonight was unexpected, I never came here for that, but it was… so…” he trailed off with a hint of sleepy desire creeping into the breathy words as the memories of the evening came over him.

“I know, “ Alya breathed, returning the sentiment, feeling the way that being with him was practically indescribable. “My god, I’ve wanted to fuck you like that since the second I met you,” she confessed, leaning her head against his helmet, her body instinctually arching in even closer to his.

“Me too…” Mando replied. “I was starting to think I couldnt take it anymore, fucking needing you like that. Thinking about you every minute.” His body arched closer now too, sending a pulse of desire through Alya where the hardness in his pants pressed against her now.

“All I wanted… was to just be with you, whatever that means. I missed you when we weren’t together, and thought about what happened tonight so many times. Just wishing for you, always. I can’t believe I almost fucked all of this up,” Alya’s voice tumbled out of her, freeing all the thoughts she’d tried locking inside for all these months.

“We’re here now, mesh’la, stop worrying,” Mando replied. They both made tired, lazy movements as they touched each other in different spots, stroking their hands along the other’s body, both of them still unable to believe this was their reality now. The ability to touch the other with no inhibitions, wanting to make up for all the time they had lost not being together. Alya could feel the heat threatening to build between them again at every touch, knowing she could never tire of the way it made her feel.

“Fuck… we’re exhausted, we need to sleep, right?” Alya said, despite feeling like her body was already half ready to go another round with Mando. But her brain felt tired, ready to short circuit at any moment, needing a real night’s rest. She wrestled internally for a few moments between pursuing him again or sleeping as she awaited his response.

“Right, you’re right…” he said, coming to his senses. “We always have tomorrow. I’ll fuck you all day tomorrow.” Mando sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than anything, and Alya knew she was fighting the same desire he was.

“Tomorrow,” Alya echoed with a chuckle, nuzzling into his body, “Or… right now,” she added, peering over at Mando to gauge his reaction. A sultry chuckle escaped through the modulator before he pulled her in closer, flipping her back down onto the bed, now positioning himself over top of her and settling his hands on her hips.

“Right now it is,” he said, before Alya lost herself to his pure bliss once again.

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