Under the Beskar

A Turning Point

The next two days continue to be lengthy and stressful. Nia hasn't stopped her duties at the clinic while Din has been busy helping in the community, not only with the repairs on his ship, but also with assisting to rebuild some of the damaged structures. Din and Nia both have agreed that whatever happened between them was meant only for that one moment in time, and would never occur again. However, each day that passes gets harder and harder to avoid the fire that's burning between them.

DIN'S POV

His mission to is to continue to view her as nothing more than a healer doing her job, but it's failing him each time he sees her walk by. It is because of his stubbornness. Even though he's used to the loneliness and misery, it gets very tiresome after awhile. And he's fucking sick of it. He has tried to avoid her, but the more he holds in his true desires, the more he wants her. He tries to push aside all of his very inappropriate thoughts, but it's not working at all! She is on his mind every minute of the day. He feels his eyes linger longer than they should on her figure whenever she walks by. He notices the way she returns his gaze each time with a gentle smile and a wink, and he admires how her skin and curvy hips are out in the open for him to explore. He's not a fool. She's doing it on purpose and it feels so painfully inviting. Her attempts to get his attention is working. Din gulps, the memory of her mouth on him is throbbing inside his head. Perhaps he should come up with an excuse to see her. Make it seem like an accident!

NIA'S POV

The Mandalorian is a curiosity and a temptation, a source of lust that is eating her up from the inside. He's appealing and enticing. The taste of him still lingers in her mouth, even after several days. She wonders if she'll ever be able to completely remove his taste from her tongue and her mind. His unexpected arrival symbolizes a signal of hope for her to give in to her desires and seek out a happier life. She's been wearing more tightly-fitted clothing recently. Every time she walks out of the clinic for a break, or to run an errand, she notices his eyes are glued to her from a distance. He was a man she could not figure out. One minute he's evading her completely, other times his helmet is fixated on her as she walked pass his workstation. As she is in the her office in the back of the clinic, working on patient records, she hears her associate calling to her.

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"Asra! The Mandalorian is here looking for you," Maya yells from down the hallway.

Nia's stomach turned, her heart rate increased, head is spinning as she hears the clanking of metal and heavy footsteps approaching her. Once he's inside the office, she hears him close the door and lock it. She feels him walk up behind her, but she doesn't turn around. He continues to move closer to her, the humid air from his breath is constructing him under his helmet. Her back is now up against his beskar chest.

She hears him remove his gloves and the gentle sound of fabric falling on the ground, followed by buttons being pressed and metal touching the desk. He had just removed his vambraces as well! When she feels him take another step closer, she freezes as he plants his hands down onto the desk on either side of her. She looks down to see a huge gash on his left hand. It doesn't appear to be an accident. It was too clean of a cut. He always wore gloves, so how did this happen?

"Din, did you cut yourself just so that you could see me? Normally I would be creeped out by this, but coming from you is rather cute," She says with a laugh as she lightly touches the cut on his hand. He doesn't speak. She feels him get even closer towards her, pinning her against the desk as his body goes rigid while she softens on the inside. She closes her eyes and within seconds, the cut is gone and no longer visible. "There, all better."

He doesn't move away. His large hands settle on top of hers on the desk. Slowly, he glides his hands upwards over her wrists, forearms and shoulders. The skin on his palms were warm and smooth. The next thing he does causes her to gasp and flinch. He moves back slightly, his hands reach up to his head. She hears a small click followed by a soft hissing sound. Then she feels a huff of hot air on the back of her neck, which gives her goosebumps. She sees him place his helmet down onto the desk beside them. His hands move to grip her waist as he buries his forehead in the crook of her neck. She feels him behind her as he presses his hard erection into her ass.