Under the Beskar

Moonlight Confessions

NIA'S POV

It must be sometime in the middle of the night, the sun has not yet risen above the mushroom forest of Felucia. The moonlight shines through the kitchen window. The fireplace had already burnt out and the rain has stopped. Nia is astonished at how many times that man could cum in one night. He has the stamina of a God and the strength of two men. She had to give herself time to recollect and recover from the extreme amount of physical energy that occurred hours ago.

She was just about to fall asleep when she feels the steady pressure around her head loosen, and then she realizes that he had removed the blindfold. He pulls the satin fabric up and sets it aside on the nightstand. She opens her eyes and is greeted with the familiar darkness of her home. A soft smile spreads across her lips when she feels his chin move down to kiss her forehead, his arms wrapped around her. The light from the moon allows her to see the contours of his silhouette laying on the bed.

After a few minutes, she feels him roll over and stand up. Then she hears him walk across the room in the dimly lit cottage. Without warning, she gets blinded temporarily by the light in the refresher. As her eyes adjust, the image of a very naked Din Djarin is standing at the entrance of the bathroom. She can see the shapes of all the dips and curves of his back, his hips, his legs, his broad shoulders, and his round muscular ass. His messy brown hair on top of his head is glowing from the light. His arms are bent at the elbow as he rests the palms of his hands on the edge of the doorway. Then he looks over his shoulder slightly, just enough for her to see the outline of his forehead, nose, lips and chin with some facial hair. It's almost like he - wanted - her to see him. After a few seconds, he steps inside and shuts the door.

DIN'S POV

He stands in front of the mirror, completely naked in this woman's refresher. As he stares at himself he wonders, who is he? Is he Din Djarin, the man from Aq Vetina? Is he the infamously merciless, faceless and nameless Mandalorian bounty hunter without a clan? Or is he the leader of an entire planet? Or is he all of these things? He doesn't know. He doesn't know what he's going to do once he leaves this planet. Perhaps go back to bounty hunting, roaming the galaxy alone once again.

As he continues to stare at his reflection, he wonders, what would Nia think if she saw his face? Would she like what she sees? Dank ferrik! How is he going to let her go? The smell of her, the smooth warm skin on her neck, and how she gave him the permission to do anything he wanted to her. He wants to pull her into him and not let her go. He hadn't actually planned to show her his face tonight. He wants to get this out off his chest but without all the difficulties. His creed is already broken, so what's the point in hiding from the people he cares about and trusts? Because in this moment, it's not if he'll show her his face...but when!

As he uses the toilet, he wonders if she saw him without the helmet, would she stay if he'd ask her to? Then again, his life is dangerous and filled with violence. It's not that she can't handle herself. He saw firsthand how well she fights in battle, a skill he respects and admires. She's also quite talented at healing and caring for the helpless, another characteristic he appreciates and thinks highly of. If anything ever happened to her while she is with him, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself. He remembers the pain he felt when Grogu left him. Yet knowing that the kid is safe with the Jedi, has helped him cope from the grief he's experiencing. Attachments are dangerous! He thinks to himself as he turns on the faucet at the sink, then splashes cold water on his face. He turns off the water and then switches off the light before exiting the bathroom, then walking over to the bed and laying down on his back next to her.

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As they lay together on the bed in silence, the moonlight from the kitchen window lighting up the small cabin. Her head on his chest, his arms wrapped around her as he holds her tightly against his beating heart, but she can sense something is bothering him.