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feeling like I wanna rock with your body
“Tell me, do your New Republic contacts always give you outdated information?” Bo calls as she trudges through an overgrown, long since abandoned old Imp base.
“No. They must have heard you were coming.” Din teases back and she scoffs loudly as she pushes a branch out of the way. Instead of holding it for Din she lets it snap back and hit him in the stomach. He probably doesn’t even feel it but he pretends to groan as he plays along and she rolls her eyes.
“Look at this place, how did they think it was still in operation?” She gestures around them, pushing a few plants away from her as she waves her hands in the air.
“Well, nobody thought Mandalore was being used either.” She concedes his point with a little nod of acknowledgment as she brushes a flower away that she swears wasn’t there before.
“Not even a piece of beskar left to make it worthwhile.” She huffs instead.
“What about the company?” He’s teasing her, like he doesn’t know she was desperate to see him again and spend time with him alone. She’s missed him and Grogu so much since they left Mandalore a few weeks ago. She didn’t even expect to be back with him so soon but she wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity.
“It’s been tolerable.” She can’t even keep a straight face though as she says it and he laughs. Its distorted through the helmet and she has the sudden urge to hear it without the barrier of the beskar but she won’t push. She keeps her mouth shut and gives him a little shrug. They stumble out into the bright daylight and she squints before her eyes can adjust, she’s been holding her helmet against her hip as they meandered through the base so she could get a better look at things.
“These flowers are actually quite pretty. Do you think there’s something poetic there about beauty springing up here of all places?” She leans down to get a closer look at the pink and red flowers that surround the base and she hears Din shuffling around behind her.
“Maybe. They are nice.”
She opens her mouth to agree but instead of speaking she inhales a cloud of pollen that the flowers just released. She coughs then sneezes and her eyes water a little at all her bodily functions happening at once and then she coughs again.
“You okay?”
“Yes. I think I just got a face full of pollen that’s all.”
“What? Do you know what flower it is?” Din’s gone from playful to urgent in a matter of seconds and she’s not sure why.
“No. Why?”
“Certain pollen can be poisonous or cause severe reactions in humans, we should head back and get you checked out.”
“It’s not that serious Din, I feel fine.”
“You feel fine now but something could happen.” She rolls her eyes as he starts to power walk back to the ship. There’s a lot of low hanging rocks and the passageways they create are narrow so they can’t use their jet packs or even walk side by side so she reluctantly starts to follow him, even if she thinks it’s all a bit of an exaggerated reaction.
She shouldn’t have walked behind him because for five minutes all she’s been able to do is look at his ass. Her eyes have only strayed up once or twice to take in his broad shoulders and watch his hands swing by his sides. He has large hands and wonderful, long fingers. She blushes as she thinks about what those fingers could do. She feels herself getting wetter and she knows she shouldn’t keep looking but she can’t keep her eyes off of Din’s body. She knows how powerful it is, how easy it would be for him to manhandle her wherever or however he wanted her.
She swallows.
Her heart rate has shot up and she thinks it might be a side effect of whatever she’s just accidentally inhaled but thinking about the ways in which Din Djarin could take her apart isn't helping.
“We’re almost back. R5 can have that sample looked at as soon as we’re back at the Gauntlet.” Din turns to talk to her as the path widens enough for them to walk side by side. “Are you okay? You look a little pale.”
“I’m fine.” She tries to wave him off but her legs are feeling a little weak and she’s starting to feel hot, if anything she feels like she should be flushed not pale. “Let’s just get back and find out what it is. I think I need a shower.”
“If you’re sure?” He sounds concerned and she has to stop herself from finding it sweet because she can feel another wave of wetness between her legs and she needs to pull it together.
“Yes. I’m sure everything is fine.”
It’s not. She can feel that something isn’t right but they’re not far from the ship and she’d rather have a meltdown in private so she closes her eyes briefly, sucks in a deep breath and carries on walking.
By the time they get back she’s highly aware of how her nipples have hardened and that she’s only got wetter so as soon as the ramp is down she hands the sample to Din and makes an excuse about going for a shower to wash off any remaining pollen and practically runs for the fresher. She uses the crew quarters so that she can strip before she goes in and she leaves her armor and flight suit in a messy pile on the bed, desperate to get out of it because she can't stand having the material against her skin right now.
She doesn’t wait for the water to warm up and dives straight in, hoping the cold will shock her out of her mood. It doesn’t. She stands there until the water gets warm and she still feels just as horny as she did before she got in. The timing is awful, of course she’d start to feel sexually frustrated as soon as she was alone with Din. This wasn’t what she wanted after weeks of being apart. Bo had wanted to go on a mission with him and have fun, like they had done on Plazir-15. But here she is.
She also can’t kid herself into thinking she wasn’t aching for him back then either. She hasn’t stopped wanting Din Djarin since their little stroll through the mines back on Mandalore. She has to make a decision. She can’t concentrate like this so she needs to clear her mind. It seems as though pushing the thoughts and feelings away isn’t going to work this time so with that in mind she makes her choice.
She slowly trails one hand from her hair down her body, her fingertips just grazing her skin as she goes. She stops at her breast and gives her nipple a light twist, making herself shudder. She feels more sensitive than usual so this shouldn’t take long. She quickly moves on, brushing against her stomach before she’s reaching down further. Her finger is feather light as she strokes against her folds and she squirms in anticipation. She knows that the water from the shower isn’t the only reason she feels so wet down there and she gives herself one, two more strokes before she’s slowly pushing a finger inside of herself. She sighs quietly as she pulls it back slightly, just the tip of her finger remaining inside. She repeats the motion a couple more times and each time she lets her finger slide deeper and deeper.
Her other hand slams against the wall of the shower to steady herself as she curls her finger and finds what she’s looking for. It makes her legs shake a little, her knees were already feeling a little weak but she presses a little further in anyway and moans quietly to herself. She can feel a white hot pressure building up in her stomach but its not enough so she withdraws her finger and slides another in. The stretch feels good, not too much but enough that she feels fuller and she now has two fingers to double her pleasure. She moans again and her mind flashes to Din, hoping he’s still up in the cockpit and nowhere near the crew quarters. She turns her head into her shoulder to muffle the noise that comes out of her mouth when she thinks of Din.
She wonders for a moment, what it would be like if it were his fingers inside of her right now. She’d be stretched wider and his fingers would go deeper but she knows he’d be able to find those pleasure spots pretty quickly and focus on them because he pays attention. He’d see her eyes roll and hear the little gasps she would let out and he’d know what to do. It makes her whimper, thinking about how good having his hands on her would feel.
Then she blinks and shakes her head. She can’t think of him right now, it feels a little wrong too fantasise about him when he’s right here on the ship with her. So instead she focuses on the feel of her own fingers. She’s used to it now and she feels steadier on her feet so she slides her hand down the wall and then brings it into her body. With a shaky finger she rubs over her clit and lets out a loud groan that she tries to cut off by biting her lip. She thinks she hears a noise outside but she assumes its probably the ramp being brought up or R5 clattering around, she pays it no mind anyway to focus on getting herself off. She puts a bit more pressure on her clit and rubs a few more times in tandem with the rhythm of her fingers and she can feel her breath quickening and her body tightening in anticipation.
She can’t keep silent when she comes, letting out a half moan half gasp as she tips her head back, letting the feeling wash over her along with the water. A few moments later she slides her fingers back out of herself and quickly washes up. She does feel better now and her heart rate might not have completely returned to normal but she feels less like she’s two seconds away from jumping Din if she sees his ass or hands or those lovely broad shoulders again. Once she’s out of the shower she finds a towel and dries herself, holding the material over her mouth and nose when she slips back into the crew quarters. She doesn’t want to accidentally inhale any remaining pollen after she’s gone to all that effort to wash it off so she rushes through the room, the door slides open for her and she drops the towel and steps out. She wants to leave anything that could’ve been contaminated in there but now she’s standing naked in the corridor.
A shot of heat burns through her as she thinks about what would happen if Din found her strolling through the ship naked. In her fantasies it goes down a route that ends up with her back pressed against a wall and Din’s face between her legs but she comes crashing back to reality when she remembers that there’s a large chance that Din would make an instant retreat and not be able to look at her for weeks even if he stayed on Mandalore.
She sighs, annoyed with herself for constantly thinking about him, and takes the few steps down the corridor to the captain’s quarters where all her things are. She has a spare flight suit she can change into and she’ll have to wait for her armor to be inspected and cleaned once they reach Mandalore but if they happen to run into trouble before that she’s sure she’ll be able to manage just fine. She has a spare pair of underthings but no support band so she’ll just have to hope they don’t run into trouble on that account but she quickly changes and heads off to the cockpit. She still feels a little off, as if something isn't quite right with her but she shrugs it off. She hasn’t broken out in hives or a rash and what else would pollen do besides make her sneeze. Bo rolls her eyes at her paranoia and pads through the ship.
“Hey.” She calls to Din has she comes up behind him. He’s sat stiffly in the pilots chair but he does turn his head to acknowledge her.
“Ready to go?”
“Yes. Let’s get back.” She sinks into the co pilots chair that Din usually occupies and likes to think that she can feel the imprint he’s left there. That she can smell him in the air around the console. She’s being ridiculous but there’s still a small fire burning under her skin that has her thoughts bouncing from one inappropriate place to the next.
“Do you feel better?” Din’s voice cuts through her thoughts and she jolts a little. She’s constantly aware of where he is but sometimes his voice will still catch her off guard.
“A little. I still feel a little off though. Did you give those samples to R5?” She asks, tapping against the console to give herself something to do. Din clears his throat and his shoulders come up a touch as if he’s embarrassed. That gets her attention and she turns her seat around to look at him properly. “What?”
“Nothing. I gave them to him.” He shrugs and what she’d normally find endearing is irritating her a little, what won’t he tell her? “He has the results.”
Bo eyes him for a moment before she stands up, they hit hyperspace quickly so she can move around again and she narrows her eyes at the back of Din’s head as she turns to go find R5. The droid is charging so she has to cajole him to talk to her but the little thing eventually gives up the results.
Oh no.
This can’t be good.
R5’s display is showing that the flower has been identified as Estross and according to the databases that have been scanned, Estross is a flower who’s pollen can induce a spike in hormones that, in humans, will lead to an increased sexual desire. She sucks in a breath as she feels a prickle of heat between her legs. Her hands come up to her face as she feels her cheeks flush in embarrassment. Din has seen this, he knows just what is happening to her right now. She needs to get back to Mandalore where she can hide away in her rooms until Din has to leave and hopefully also get the antidote administered. She quickly stands up from where she was crouched in front of R5 and hurries back to the cockpit.
“How long until we’re back to Mandalore?” She screeches to a halt as she realises she was about to stand behind Din and rest a hand on his shoulder like she normally would. She needs to keep her hands to herself right now.
“About 3 hours. Will you be okay?”
She’s blushing furiously at his question because she knows what he’s implying. Will she make it back to Mandalore before she needs to orgasm to clear her head. She groans and goes to flop back into her seat.
“I’ll be fine. I’ve been horny in public before.” She snaps and immediately regrets it when Din turns to look at her. She runs a hand through her hair, unhindered by her usual headband and sinks further into her chair.
They sit in silence for a while, Din has busied himself with something on the comms and she’s staring aimlessly out of the window as hyperspace passes by, every now and then becoming acutely aware of being alone on the ship with Din now that R5 is down and charging and every time she has to close her eyes and breath through the surge of heat that runs through her. It gets worse over the next half hour and she keeps having to squeeze her thighs together to ride out the worst of the havoc her messed up hormones a wreaking. She could go back to her quarters and get herself off again, she knows her body well and she’s sure it would be easy but if it didn’t work before it probably won’t work now and Din would know what she was doing. No, she’d rather sit here, clenching her thighs every other minute than have to slink away in defeat.
It feels worse than it did as they had walked to the ship, which she’s not sure how that’s possible because she is determinedly not looking at Din but maybe its because she’s aware of what’s happening. She can feel her pussy throbbing and she squeezes her things together again just as Din turns to look at her.
“Are you alright?”
“Fine.” She grits out, determined not to let him see how affected she is. She’s wanted him for months and not been able to have him, this just feel slightly worse than those times before they reclaimed Mandalore because she's so aware of wanting him. She abruptly changes her position so she’s sat on her hands, making sure they don’t stray and she can feel Din’s gaze on her.
“You know I could-“ Din cuts himself off as he shifts and she can’t help but mirror the movement, wanting to feel any kind of friction she can get but it doesn’t do anything for her, its not nearly enough. “Would you like some help?” He offers instead.
“Some help?” She raises an eyebrow at him as she looks him up and down.
“Yes, with, you know, the pollen thing.”
“If you can’t even say it how are you even going to help me?” She’s being a bit mean but she doesn’t want him to help her out of pity or something.
“I’m trying to save us both the embarrassment of saying it so bluntly.”
“Oh it’s embarrassing, is it?” She mutters darkly as she looks away from him. This is not how she ever dreamed of having Din make some kinda of sexual advance, this is possibly worse than if she’d just absconded to her quarters and kept her hormones at bay by masturbating until they reached Mandalore.
“Bo.” He’s irritated with her but welcome to the club. “I’m not trying to embarrass you. I’m trying to help you. It's the honorable thing to do here.”
“No offence Din but if you’re only offering to sleep with me out of honor I’d rather you didn’t.” He tilts his head at her in that way that he does, asking a silent question and she sighs. She can't sink any lower than being slowly driven out of her mind with frustration as she desperately tries not to touch herself so she decides to come clean. “I’d prefer that you want to sleep with me because you like me, because you’re attracted to me and want to try out a relationship. Not because you think you should because I was stupid enough to inhale some unknown pollen because I didn’t have my helmet on. I’m attracted to you, Din, I really like you and I do want to have sex with you but only if you’re willing because you want it. Not because you think that’s the best way to serve me or something, ok? You’re an honorable man, Din Djarin but a line has to be drawn somewhere.”
He’s silent for a moment, then two and she shifts a little, partly because she’s worried she’s made him uncomfortable and partly because she needs some kind of pressure, some relief, anything and her hands are still trapped under her thighs.
“You make me honorable.” Is how he chooses to break the silence.
“What?” She blinks at him, taken aback by his statement.
“Before I met you I never tried to be that honorable but you make me want to be better.”
“Oh.” She doesn’t quite know what to say, unsure of what he's trying to tell her and they settle back into an uneasy silence until he breaks it again.
“I’m attracted to you too.”
“Really?”
“How couldn’t I be? You’re beautiful, Bo.” She flushes again and looks away from him but she can’t help the smile that spreads across her face. “You’re not out of your mind or anything are you? I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
She laughs as she stands up. “Believe me, if I were out of my mind I’d have already made a move on you. I was struggling not to say anything when we were walking back. You look so good all the time.”
“You don’t know what I look like under this.”
“I don’t need to. You’re beautiful too, I know you are. I’m attracted to more than just your face and body, obviously. But right now, I can’t stop thinking about what those fingers can do, I know you know what you’re doing, so if you’re willing please tell me. I’m not sure how much longer I can last Din, I need to come and I’d much rather do it with you than by myself.”
Din spins the chair so its fully facing her and he spreads his legs a little, then he reaches for her hand. She goes eagerly, ready to see what he has in store for her and with little worry that she’s coming across too keen. He already knows how badly she needs it, needs him so why hide it. She goes to him and when he grabs her hips she straddles him and sinks down into his lap, groaning as she goes.
“You can’t keep making those noises Bo.”
“Oh? Why not? They’re all for you anyway, you’re the reason I’m so pent up right now. If I were with anyone else it wouldn't be this bad, I’ve wanted you for so long.”
“Really?”
“Of course, you made it so easy to fall for you and you weren't even trying. You said you’d serve me until my song was written. so serve me, Din Djarin.”
His hands come round to squeeze her ass and she sighs happily, she’s finally getting what she wants. Or almost, she wants to kiss him but she doesn’t want to push so she just reaches up to wrap her arms around his shoulders and rests her forehead against his.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, come on!” She grinds her hips down and he lifts his to meet her. She rolls her hips again and he moans quietly. The friction is enough to make her feel a little boneless, finally getting some substantial. She finds herself completely soaking for him pretty quickly, she can feel how damp her underthings and flight suit are and she wonders if Din can feel it too. “Can you feel that?” She pants out.
“Feel what?”
“How wet I am for you, I’m dripping, Din.” She hears him suck in a breath and she reaches behind her to take ahold of one of his hands and bring it around so she can see it. She quickly removes his glove and guides his hand between her legs, which are spread wide around him.
“Fuck.” He hisses once he has his palm on her and he presses the heel of his hand against her and she moans.
“Din I need you to do something. I need more.” Dutifully his hands come up to fiddle with the opening of her flight suit, he doesn’t need to take the whole thing off thankfully, and soon she feels the cool air of the ship hit her folds. Goosebumps breakout along her skin and she trembles a little but not from the cold. She’s waiting for him to touch her, she needs him to touch her. A gentle brush of fingers makes her throb. She can feel all the blood in her body rushing to that singular point.
She’s about open her mouth and whine for more when a knuckle rubs against her clit and she gasps in surprise. She hears him chuckle at her and she rolls her eyes.
“I need it faster and harder, Din, this all feels like too much. I can’t-“ She cuts herself off as she grunts in frustration. She’s starting to feel a little lightheaded with it all and she needs an orgasm, she needs to come, she needs him to make her come, it’ll help. She knows it will. He makes a noise of acknowledgement and quickly thrusts a finger into her. The moan she lets out is louder than any other noise she’s made today but he deserves it. His finger is long and thick and she’s begging for a second before she’s even used to the first and he quickly obliges her. She hooks her arms back around his neck and his free hand holds on tightly to her hip. He manages to rock them back and forth and it just makes his fingers feel even better.
She feels hot and weightless as she feels her orgasm building and she buries her face into his neck, the cool beskar is bliss against her warm cheeks. He keeps pulling whimpers out of her as he finds new places to press into but also comes back to that one spot that feels amazing. When he feels her start to clench down on him he brings his thumb up to rub against her clit and that’s it. She’s pushed over the edge easily and so quickly she almost doesn’t see it coming. He keeps his rhythm up throughout her orgasm and she groans as she comes down from the high and still feels him pumping his fingers in and out of her. It feels amazing and she fees lighter but she’s still not quite satisfied. But she’s sure it will be fine.
“How was that?” He asks as he slowly lets his fingers slip from her, which makes her whine a little but his hand on her hip squeezes and she relaxes against him. She hums as she collapses against him and settles her head against his chest plate.
“Good. Great. Would recommend. Except nobody else is getting that off of you apart from me, right?”
“You’re the only one for me, Bo.”
“Good.” She preens a little as he rubs his hands along her thighs. “You’re the only one for me too.” It comes out as a whisper but she knows he can hear her because he gives her thighs a gentle squeeze before he carries on stroking them up and down. He hooks his hands under her for a moment and scoots her further into his lap so they’re pressed even closer together, properly chest to chest and she sighs happily.
It only takes a few minutes for her to start feeling restless again but she ignores it, Din might have helped her out but she doesn't want to ruin this by going too fast. She wriggles around in his lap to help settle herself until he presses down against her thighs and grunts.
“Stop moving so much.”
“Sorry, I just feel off still.” She admits when she feels her heart rate start to climb again and feels her underthings getting damp again.
“It didn’t work?” He doesn’t sound that disappointed and she hides a smile against his chest plate.
“It did, just not for that long I suppose.” Her nipples have hardened again and she presses herself further into Din’s chest to feel the cool beskar against them, soothing her hot skin. It also sends a pulse down to her pussy though when the coolness just makes the already sensitive nubs tighten further. She swallows down a little moan and gently rocks her hips. Din grunts again and his hands move around to firmly cup her ass again. His fingers don’t quite manage to hold all of it though and he groans quietly.
“Can finally touch you.”
“You’ve done more than that.” She teases even though she knows what he’s talking about, she’s felt his eyes on her behind more than once. He can be so unsubtle. Just to wind him up further she rocks her hips again and his come up to meet her. He’s hard against her folds and she gasps. She isn’t sure why she wasn't expecting it but feeling him against her is pure ecstasy for a moment. She needs him. She already knows it’ll be good just from the way he moves against her now. She closes her eyes and lets images of him sliding into her, thrusting in an unrelenting rhythm until he pushes her over the edge and she comes, pass through her mind as they grind against each other.
She feels another wave of wetness and on instinct she goes to clench her thighs, as if if she squeezes hard enough she’ll be able to keep it all inside of her but she still has her legs wrapped around Din so all she does is attempt to crush him between her thighs.
“Fuck, Bo.” His grip on her ass tightens and he presses further against her, his erection straining against his flight suit. She’s had enough, she needs him again and she needs him fully.
“I need you to fuck me. Please Din. If you can, I need you to fuck me.”
“Shit. Of course I can.”
Bo pushes herself up so she can give him some room to open his own flight suit. She can’t take her eyes off him and she licks her lips, her mouth watering, at the sight of him when he pulls his cock out of his suit. She’s desperate for him again and she’s confident that he’s going to deliver for her. She shivers when his fingers run back through her folds again so he can cover himself in her. They groan in unison at the act and she’s so eager to be on his dick and she knows its not just the pollen. She has been waiting and hoping for this for months and now she’s about to get it. Finally.
“Are you ready?” He asks and she gives him a look that makes him laugh. “Alright, alright, let me help you.”
And she was right about him being able to move her around as he wants because he’s lifting her into position and she uses her grip on his shoulders to slowly sink onto him. Gravity works with her as she sinks further and further down and she feels him deeper and deeper. She can’t hold back the loud moan she lets out, she feels it come from her chest but she’s already obsessed with how he feels, she wants this for the rest of her life. He keeps hold of her hips, not letting her do this alone as he drives his own hips up to meet hers and they both groan. Her fingers dig into his shoulders at the pressure of having him so deep inside her creates and she lets out a whimper.
“Feels good.” She manages to get out and he nods in agreement.
“Do you want me to-?” He rolls his hips for emphasis and her eyes roll with them.
“Yes. More. Now.” He’s not even started to thrust into her properly and she already can’t speak in full sentences. She wonders how much of it is the pollen but she has a feeling that she’s just mad enough for him that this was an inevitability no matter when or if they’d finally had sex. His first thrust catches her off guard and it punches a breathy moan from her, its rough and deep but that’s just the way she likes it. He already knows exactly what she wants without her even having to tell him. He continues to drive up into her and she follows his pace, which is steady and unfaltering. She can feel heat building in her stomach once again and she knows what’s coming. The wet sound of him moving in and out of her makes her flush but she enjoys it, you can hear how much she wants him and she hopes he knows what kind of desire he lights up in her. Din’s hand releases her hip to reach between them and rub at her clit and her vision whites out. She moans and clenches around Din’s cock, which sends him over the edge with her.
Once they’ve both recovered they spend a few minutes just panting together, she’s laying boneless over his chest and he’s stroking up and down her back gently. His fingers drawing mindless patterns into her suit. He’s still in her and it feels good, she feels satisfied so she makes no moves to get off him and he doesn’t seem to mind. She sneaks a hand into the collar of his flight suit and strokes her fingers over his neck and he sighs.
“That was good.” He murmurs as he leans forward to press his forehead to hers.
“It was.” She agrees and shifts a little to get closer to him, then winces when she feels his cum leaking out of her and running along her thigh. “We should probably move.”
“Probably. Do you feel better?” He’s still running soft fingers along her spine and she shivers.
“Yes. Hopefully that’s it.”
“But you’ll let me know if it’s not?”
She pushes away from his chest so she can look down at him and she knows she’s doing the typical Mandalorian head tilt as she looks into his visor.
“I’ll let you know.” She promises and then she attempts to stand up, trying to ignore the way her legs are shaking a little.
“I’ve got you.” He scoops her up into his arms and she feels her pussy give a valiant attempt at another throb at the ease at which he picks her up but she’s tired and spent and she’s sure there will be another time. A small part of her is a little thankful for the pollen because who knows when either of them would’ve confessed without it but she doesn’t voice her thoughts right now, instead she revels in the feeling of finally being in his arms.
———
The rest of the flight passes without an issue and they spent the time sat together in the cockpit, Bo stays curled up in his lap and they talked aimlessly of what they’ve been doing without the other for the past few months. He tells her about Grogu’s adventures and she feels an ache deep within her with how much she’s missed the kid. She hopes he’s missed her too. She saw him briefly before her and Din had to leave and he’d clung to her and cooed and then squawked when she’d had to hand him over to the Armorer. She has to peel herself out of Din’s lap eventually when they drop out of hyperspace to land back on Mandalore. She watches him navigate the ship effortlessly through the still cloudy atmosphere and they cruise over the planet. Her eyes zero in on his still gloveless fingers spread over the console to tap away at some buttons and she has to cross her legs and pinch her thigh to snap herself out of it.
Once they’ve landed she goes to help R5 out of his port and sets him off trundling along to the lab to hand over the flower sample and makes sure to pass on the message that anyone who handles it should keep their helmet on. Then she calls for a droid to take her armor and flight suit away for a deep clean and she’s just returning from the captain’s quarters when Din finds her. The door slides shut behind her and she ends up pressed against it when his body boxes hers in. She takes a deep breath and looks up at him, his helmet is tipped down to face her and she’s fleetingly reminded of the day they’d first met on that Imperial ship, how he’d got in her face when she wouldn’t back down.
How much she’d enjoyed it.
She’s been attracted to him from the first time they’d met, he’s always captured her attention and he’s always had a magnetism that’s drawn her in.
It feels like he towers over her, his body is wider than hers and its like he’s surrounding her, with her back up against the door all she can see is Din. She reaches up to trail one finger down his chest plate as she keeps eye contact with the visor.
“Can I help you?” She raises an eyebrow at him and lets herself give him a little smirk and he takes a step towards her so now they’re chest to chest with her hand trapped between them.
“I was coming to ask how you felt, do you need to go to the medbay?”
It’s sweet of him to ask, to check on her. She looks him up and down and suddenly she wants him more than anything. He’s always so sweet to her these days. Except when he’s not.
“I’m not sure anybody in the medbay can help me like you can, Din.” She puts a small emphasis on his name, looking up at him through her lashes as she lets her hand trail further down his torso. He surely can’t feel it through is armour but she knows he’s very aware of where her hand is heading. His own hand comes up to cup her cheek and she leans into it, enjoying the feeling of his skin against hers.
“You still feeling it?”
“I think so. Will you help me again?” There’s an attempt somewhere in her request to be coy but she’s not sure how successful she is or if it even matters because right now, the way Din is drawn into her, she’s pretty sure she could ask him for anything and he’d give it to her.
“We’re back earlier than expected so Grogu won’t be missing us.” It’s a statement but she knows what it means.
“I think its time I showed you my new quarters here on Mandalore then. I think you’ll like them.”
“I’m sure of it.” His voice is low and gravelly and it sends a thrill down her spine and straight between her legs.
They don’t run to her quarters, that would be undignified, but they walk at a speed that just screams ‘I have places to be’ so nobody stops them, nobody questions just where they're going and what they’re doing and she’s never been more grateful for her authority than in this moment. As soon as Din is through the door she turns around to lock it, making sure nobody will disturb them and then she turns back to look at him, ready to pounce.
“I had a thought, before we started.” She hums in question as she steps forward to start removing his armor for him, making quick work of his vambraces and setting them down neatly on a nearby table. “Do you have any fabric? Just something we could use as a blindfold?” She takes a half step back and pauses to look at him and her confusion must show because he laughs, it’s a lovely deep chuckle. “I figured I could take the helmet off if you can’t see me without it on.”
“Ah. Good idea. Wait here, I’m sure I have something.” She darts away to start rifling through some drawers, sure she has something that will work and she hears the clanking of his beskar as he removes the rest of his armor. After a few moments she finds something that could work and pulls out a length of black fabric and waves it at him triumphantly. “Perfect.”
He holds his hand out for it and she gives it over to him easily. The moment brings her back to when he handed over the Darksaber to her, making sure she had a good hold of it before he let go. Bo had desperately wanted to brush her fingers against his then, eager to get a feel of him but she decides this was worth the wait. He reaches up to wrap the material around her head and she closes her eyes, letting the soft fabric block out any light. His deft fingers tie it in a secure knot and he must hold up some fingers but she can’t see anything and her wrong answers must satisfy him because she hears the hiss of his helmet releasing.
Her body tingles in anticipation and she feels giddy at the thought of what’s about to happen when she hears him set the helmet down gently then pad back towards her. She reaches for him and her arms easily slot around his neck, he bends down and yanks her up and her legs automatically wrap around his waist. She feels his hot breath just under her ear as he presses kisses there and walks them over to her bed. He sits down and now they’re sat how they were on her ship but instead of an uncomfortable pilot’s chair they have her bed under them instead.
“Can I kiss you?” His voice is even better without the helmet to distort it and she feels herself flush.
“Please kiss me.” And he does. He has a moustache, she realises that pretty quickly and he has some stubble too but she’s not sure its a full beard. His mouth is hot against hers and she moans into him. It’s messy and wet but she likes it, she can’t get enough of Din Djarin. She lets his tongue explore for a bit but she wants more. She breaks away to pepper kisses down his neck and she reaches up to pull his collar down so she can access more skin. In return he goes for the zip of her suit and tugs at it lightly.
“Take it off.” She commands and he obeys her as he slides it all the way down until she can feel the cool air on her back. He kisses her again as he helps her get her arms out of the tight fabric, then he’s yanking it down so it pools around her waist and with no support band on he has immediate access to her chest. He must like what he sees because he kisses her again, eagerly pressing his mouth to hers as he reaches up to cup her breasts in both his hands. She sighs against his lips as he rubs over her nipples and she pushes forward into his hands, eager for him to give them some attention. He gives them a light tug and at her muffled gasp he breaks away from the kiss to brush his lips down her neck and chest until he reaches his goal. He drops his left hand, letting it come up and tangle in her hair, but his mouth soon takes over and he takes her nipple between his teeth. His mouth can’t have got hotter but it feels like it has as his tongue flicks over her too and she moans. He tugs on her hair and her head falls back, probably the perfect picture of bliss if anyone walked in on them.
Her fingers dig into his shoulders and she rocks her hips against him, it all feels familiar except now he has more access to her body and she has his in return. She runs a hand through his hair and lets herself explore the texture of it, he has curls and she wonders what colour they are. She hadn’t noticed back on Moff Gideon's ship years ago, too caught up in her own worries to care but now, now she wants to know everything about him. She rocks her hips into his again and he groans into her chest before he breaks away.
“Need you on your back for me, Bo.” She’s nodding before he even gets the full sentence out and she starts to get up but he beats her too it. Standing up and turning to gently toss her down onto the mattress. She pushes herself up towards the headboard in a way that probably isn’t very attractive but she doesn’t care, she needs him now and he seems very willing to let her have him. He doesn’t join her immediately though and she frowns as best she can with a blindfold over her eyes. Maybe he needs some encouragement. She spreads her legs for him and reaches down to stroke a finger along her folds, once, twice, then even lets the tip of it dip into her before he’s quickly landing on the bed and scrambling to get himself between her legs.
“Shit Bo, you can’t just do things like that.” He growls, reaching for her wrist and pulling her hand away from herself, pinning it to the mattress beside her head.
“You seemed hesitant, I need something now Din and if you weren’t going to do it I thought I’d better do it myself.” She slowly brings her free hand up to her chest and lets it wander down her body, feather light. It slides down the valley between her breasts, down across her stomach and then further. She gets as far as her folds again but before she can even properly touch herself his other hand is shooting out to grab her wrist again.
“You’re so impatient. I was taking my suit off.” He gripes, he’s leaning over her properly now, pinning both her wrists to the mattress and she laughs. His nose dips down to brush against hers before he plants a quick kiss to her lips and she lets herself have a brief fantasy of how his nose would feel as it rubbed against her clit as he ate her out and she shudders in pleasure without him even having to touch her. He releases one of her wrists and she whines is disappointment before he’s manoeuvring her until he has both wrists in one hand up above her head. She feels a thrill run through her again at the knowledge of how large his hands are, how he can easily keep her where he wants her.
Automatically her legs come up to wrap around him, digging her heel into his ass to usher him forward, driving her point home that she needs him right this very second or she’ll be driven out of her mind. He snorts but uses his free hand to line himself up. He brushes the head of his cock against her pussy and she moans, knowing she’s soaking and ready for him. He must know too because then he’s pushing into her. She’s already had him once so she knows how it feels to have him inside of her but that first thrust in is just as delightful the second time around. She feels her back arch off the bed slightly as he bottoms out.
“You feel amazing.” She has to tell him right now how good he makes her feel and he lets out a noise between a gasp and a laugh.
“You think I feel good? You feel better.” He punctuates his words with a small thrust and she moans, clenching down around him. “Fuck.” He whispers as he falters and she smiles to herself, proud at being able to take him apart without even a touch. He stops then, just letting himself fill her for a moment and she whines a little. She needs him to move. She struggles against his hold on her wrists as she digs her heels into his ass again but he just holds her tighter and leans down to kiss her neck. She can feel his smile against her hot skin.
“Din, please. Need more.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. Now.” She’s making demands again but she’s so hungry for him, all of her yearning has collected inside of her and the quick fuck on the ship was good but now she can have him again and she needs him to move. “Please.” She adds then, hoping it’ll spur him into action.
“Like you needy like this.” He says it into her neck but she hears him and she huffs but she knows if this is what he wants she’s ready and willing to give it to him whenever he wants it. He decides to end her suffering and slowly roll his hips, sinking even deeper into her and she feels her eyes flutter shut at the sensation. He decides that’s how he’s going to do this, slow and deep and she feels pleasure bubbling under her skin. She spreads her legs impossibly wider and he somehow goes deeper, hitting all the right places, right where she needs him. She moans loudly and nuzzles at him until he gets the message and lifts his head to kiss her again. He drags himself in and out of her in such a delicious way that the quick, hot sex in the chair earlier slips from her memory.
All she can feel right now is him, in her, around her. When she breathes in all she can taste and smell is him, he’s all she knows right now and she loves it. He fucks into her again and again and the pleasure builds slowly but it builds. It sits deep in her stomach for a while but it starts to spread to the rest of her limbs soon enough. She clenches without thinking and he wavers, his rhythm skipping a beat and she rolls her hips in return, filling in and encouraging him to go a little faster now. He obeys her silent order and slowly speeds up until he’s roughly pounding into her and the memory of the ship slams into her all over again. She cries out, unable to hold back her enthusiastic noises and he returns them over and over. He hits that special spot again and again and she’s going, feels the pleasure bubble over from its place under her skin and she lets it go.
She comes too a few moments later to find Din still going, so she whispers some encouragement into his ear, tells him he's good, that he did so well helping her, that she can’t wait to do it again and again for the rest of their lives and he orgasms quickly, filling her up and then collapsing in the most gentle way he can, right on top of her. She makes a happy noise of contentment and after shaking her wrists out she starts to run her hands through his curls, twisting some around her fingers occasionally in a way that makes Din grunt at her but he doesn’t stop her from doing it.
They have to get up eventually and they move into the fresher to clean each other up. They make fast work of it and quickly move back to the bed, not quite cuddling but in each others space, letting their hands wander over warm skin. He pulls her towards him and she leans on his chest, mirroring how they were earlier but now she’s laid almost on top of him instead. She traces absent patterns along his chest as they talk, not about anything in particular but its nice, quiet. She feels a well of affection and fondness for him that she’s never felt for anyone else before.
“I don’t want to sound too grateful for inhaling unknown pollen but I am glad it lead to this.” She admits, avoiding eye contact as she follows the path of her finger. His hand comes up to settle on top of hers and its his gentle way of forcing her to look up. So she does. She can’t see him of course, still blindfolded as she is, but the notion of making eye contact is there. She would be looking at him if she could.
“I also don’t want to sound grateful to a plant but I’m glad we got here too.” He gives a stray strand of her hair a gentle tug and she bats him away.
“I’ve missed you. You and Grogu.”
“We missed you too. I missed you. I really like you, Bo.” He stops to yawn. “We should talk about this later though.”
“You’re right, let’s just bask in it for now.” She settles her head against his chest and soon they’re both sound asleep, the activities of the day having exhausted them and they spend the night holding tightly onto each other.
They’ll figure out the details of their relationship status in the morning and they’ll broach the subject with Grogu then too but for now they’re blissfully unaware of the world around them as they sleep on. They don’t see the message R5 sent them with the results from the lab either.
The pollen from an Estross flower is not life threatening to humans. Pollen inhalation will lead to an increased sexual desire and libido for a few hours, at most a day but that is rarely seen in a subject, unless the antidote (see attachment) is administered or the being subjected to the pollen works out the sexual frustration in another way.
This is the what the lab found. They have the antidote if you need it. Hope it helps and that you’re okay.
R5.
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Axe was passing through the labs when he spotted it on the floor. There aren’t so many flowers on Mandalore, sure there’s more than there was when he was growing up but he’s never seen this one before. He bends down to pick it up and brings it closer to his face as he stands back up, trying to get a better look at the red and pink pattern.
“What are you doing?” A voice startles him and he nearly drops the flower.
“Nothing.” He tries to sound innocent but he doesn’t quite manage it when a large sneeze interrupts him as he inhales a cloud of hazy pollen that the flower just released.
That can’t be good.