𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 • din djarin

Chapter 6: Ardent Admiration

chapter 6: ardent admiration •••

When you wake up the next morning, you're convinced yesterday was a dream—until you lift your head and meet Din's affectionate brown gaze as he smiles sweetly at you. You return his smile as he brushes his hand over your head, a movement you know he's been repeating even while you slept.

"Jate vaar'tur, cyar'ika," Din says softly, his voice a pure rasp in his effort to keep it quiet. When you furrow your brow at the unfamiliar words, Din smiles more. "That means 'good morning.'"

Your smile returns as you nod. "Good morning, Din," you greet, your stomach filling with butterflies when he kisses you softly.

"Did you sleep well?" Din asks as soon as he pulls away, his tone full of genuine concern as he sets a careful hand upon your cheek. Your heart flutters in your chest when his thumb runs over your skin, his gaze searching yours for true and honest answers. Even something that seems as simple as sleeping means everything to Din.

"I think that's the best sleep I've ever had," you confess honestly, giggling a bit as relief washes over Din's features.

"Good." Din grins brilliantly, though it falters slightly as he begins to focus intently on something. You realize when his knuckles brush down the side of your face that it's you. He's speechless for a few moments, making you bite back a smile as he shakes his head aimlessly. "You are so..." Din trails off, still unable to put proper words to his thoughts.

You whimper in embarrassment and try to hide your face in his neck. "Dinnn," you drag, unable to resist smiling when you hear him laugh and reach for the sides of your face. Soon, you're drowning in his brown eyes again, watching as they glow with each word he says.

"Don't hide from me," Din urges you softly, his nose brushing against yours before he kisses you again. "I want to memorize you." He kisses you yet again, becoming more passionate with each one. "With my own eyes." His next kiss nearly takes your breath away, leaving you to look at him with helpless affection as he gently eases his way above you. "Before... it's too... late." Din kisses you over and over again, something you gladly reciprocate as you hold his face tenderly between your hands—afraid that you'll lose him if you let go.

Refusing to think about the implications of Din's words, you urge him even closer to you, trapping you between his body and the bed as you breathe your life and your love into him. He does the same to you, suffocating you in that beautiful way that makes air itself seem ineffectual. Your lungs burn with the same flame your heart does, burning hotter and hotter the more Din melts against you as the galaxy fades around you.

That is, until you hear footsteps outside the curtain of the room.

Din pulls away quickly yet reluctantly, looking over his shoulder before he falls back to your side. You keep a hand pressed upon his arm as the curtain swishes to the side, revealing Zena as she carries two bowls with a warm smile.

"Su cuy'gar, cyarike," Zena introduces, a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she sets the bowls down upon a table beside Din's bed. Hello, sweethearts. "Sleep well? Or at all?"

"Vod'ika," Din warns, raising an eyebrow at his sister.

Zena shrugs innocently, narrowing her eyes as she studies something on Din. She smirks with satisfaction as she circles her finger over her own lips. "Ge'tal." Red.

You look over to see Din's cheeks flushing as he gets up from the bed. "K'uur." Hush. As embarrassed as Din might be, he still smiles at his little sister, kissing her forehead and then gesturing to the bowls. "Vor'e, vod'ika." Thank you, little sister.