Under the Beskar

A Lesson in Trust

DIN'S POV

He had fallen asleep to the memory of her tongue gliding along his cock. It was a forbidden pleasure that he has never experienced before with anyone else. The way her dazzling blue eyes looked up at him when he moaned her nickname. She is a temptation who has entrapped him in her web of lust. Her attempts to get under his skin, to remove the layers of toughness he has built up over the years, and to make him feel weak and vulnerable has been a success. Not that he's complaining. In fact, it feels more like a shot of adrenaline whenever she's around. Giving up control is unusual for him, but for once he doesn't mind it when he's with her. She makes him feel more alive.

Now that she's had a taste of him, he wants a taste of her and to show her what he can do. It felt so personal, strange and unconventional, in spite of the fact that her touch is so comforting, irresistible, and filthy all at once. This entire situation is bizarre because he never expected or wanted this. They hardly know each other, practically complete strangers. Yet he has always viewed intercourse to be more of a survival method than simply pure pleasure. He never thought he would ever want to kiss someone all over, for hours and hours. He doesn't deserve her or her kindness. He captures people for a living. He is a bounty hunter, the most feared man in the galaxy. It is who he is. Just the sight of him causes most people to run away. Yet his intimidating appearance seems to have the opposite effect on her, which he is not accustomed to. Then a soft knock on the door wakes him from his daydreaming, he quickly puts his helmet and tries to not think about the previous night. But that's easier said than done!

NIA'S POV

She doesn't know what came over her last night. Originally, her plan was either to distract him or offer him a reward for not turning her in. It was a selfish move on her part, but it felt even better than she thought it would. It had activated something deep inside her that she thought was latent. The urge to make him whimper and moan, to see a man so closed off become so undone as a result of her actions was very powerful. She never felt that amount of dominance and passion with any of her former partners or affairs.

Her desire was confined to that specific moment in time, but there is something about him that has her seduced. He's a total mystery and a legend, which is probably the reason why she is so attracted to him. She wants to know the real him, the uncertain and anxious man beneath the armor who probably has never allowed himself to enjoy the finer things in life. Even though she has a hunger for him so ferocious that it's devitalizing, yet she knows she must put aside her urges and push back her emotions. She's seen what it can do, how easily can it blind someone and corrupt their judgment, which could lead to an unavoidable undoing. It's the responsible thing to do. She starts her morning as usual with another treatment on his leg.

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"Good morning, Mando. May I come in?"

"Yes," he replied timidly as she enters the room, but doesn't look at him as she moves the stool towards him.

"Today you should be able to walk with your armor. I'm sure you're happy about that," she says sits down with her crystal and begins the process. She uncovering his injured leg, but before her hand touched his skin, she can sense a strong feeling of nervousness coming from him.

"Is everything alright?"

"Uh...about last night..." he begins to say, but clears his throat and takes a deep breath before continuing. "Thank you."

"Oh. You're welcome."

"I know that was a...one time thing."

"Yes, it was," she replied as she lowers her hand down onto his leg. This time the pain was hardly noticeable, some tingly feeling and pressure, but not much else. As she works her way up the same path towards his hip, his heart began to pound rapidly and his body turns to steel.