Uncontrolled Love {Din Djarin x female OC}

{ 11 }

The next thing I remember is the light feeling of being carried, the feeling of strong arms hooked around my back and under my knees. The feeling of the gentle sway of walking and the feeling of the mattress on the bed that I said I wouldn't sleep in, gently dip under my body and the feeling of a blanket being placed over me. Then the deep sea of sleep flows over me.
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Birds chirp and the children play again, creating a soft welcoming noise that slowly wakes me up. The warm sun and the gentle breeze from the cracked window also helps awaken me from my sleep. My eyes flutter open, I lie on my side on the comfortable mattress, my head resting on the pillow and the warm blanket trapping my body heat close to me.

Damn it, I slept in the bed. That means Mando won. I think as I rub the sleep from my eyes. I stretch my hands up above my head, pulling the morning stiffness away from my joints.

The air flows over my exposed arms and I realise that I'm in my undervest. Which means Mando took my shirt off. I look around the room and see my boots on the floor by the door, He took my shirt and boots off. I can't help but feel a little embarrassed at this. Him carrying me and letting me sleep in the bed is one thing, it's kind. But helping me take my shirt and boots off as well, that seems more intentional, more intimate.

I wonder how difficult it is to remove clothing from someone who is asleep? I'm guessing not easy. I try not to think about that as it makes me feel extremely embarrassed, so I look over to the wooden floor and see the makeshift bed Mando made for himself. The blankets lie neatly on the floor, Mando had made the bed neatly. I'm slightly disappointed Mando left without me but I know he wakes up early and we both know how much I needed that sleep.

I roll back over onto my back, enjoying the peace and quiet. And now that I mention it, the lack of soft chatters from a small green child become more apparent. The kid is also gone and his bed is made. He'll be with Mando outside. Damn, I really need to start being aware of the kid and his whereabouts, one day he'll go missing and I won't even notice. Some baby sitter I am.

I keep thinking about the feeling of his hand flat against my back as he carried me, the feeling of him carrying me away from the fire and up into the hut. Heat flushes to my face at the thoughts and I run my hands over my face, as if this action would remove the blush that so obviously paints my cheeks.

After a few seconds I slowly peel myself out from the bed, sitting up, the soft breeze brushes against my exposed skin. I place my feet on wooden floor and push myself to standing. I look around the small, wooden hut again and I notice a neat, folded pile of clothes next to my bed. I walk over to them and grab it, wrapping my hands around the black fabric. I hold the top and shake the fabric, which reveals that it's one of my black T-shirts. Mando must have found them and folded them for me.

A small smile creeps onto my face at this, this simple but sweet gesture means more to me then I think he'll understand. I unfold the rest of the pile and it consists of a pair of grey socks and underwear. Yes, underwear. As in bra and pants. I let out a mixture of a embarrassed groan and giggle and clamp a hand over my mouth. Well that's embarrassing. Mando has seen my underwear. Lucky guy. I think and chuckle as I quickly grab the pile up and start to get ready for the day.

I try and detangle the ginger mane on my head with my fingers but it doesn't work, it just tugs at my hair painfully, so I give up. Resulting in my hair staying like a curly, frizzy mess. I clean myself up by splashing cold water from a bucket in the corner of the room on my body, the chilled water sends a little shiver through my body as the water runs down my neck. It's not much but at least it will take the body odour smell away. I find a towel to dry myself with and then pull the black shirt over my head, impressed at his choice of clothing given the weather. I cover my torso with the shirt as I pull it down. My fingers accidentally brush over the newly healed blaster wound and I wince a little, I should be more careful. I don't want it to open back up again, especially since it's only just healed. I lace up my boots and straighten up, readying myself to walk into the open air.