Bounty hunting is a complicated profession

Overcoming

You were sitting on Mando's lap, straddling him. His shirt on the floor where you had thrown it a moment ago and his hands, big and warm, underneath your clothes, caressing your back.

Slowly, he raised them, pulling your shirt up over your head and leaving your upper body completely exposed to him. You rested your hands on his chest, feeling his heart beating hard and fast.

How did you end up like this?

Your hand was hurting and he was going to bind it then, how had you winded up in this position?

You tried to reason what had happened... but his hands were moving over to your breasts, playing gently with your nipples, and you lost track of your thoughts.

"Mando" you whispered.

He grunted softly and, grabbing you firmly around the waist, he straightened up so that your heads were at the same level. You could feel his eyes on you as he pressed you down against him, grinding his bulge along your crotch. Unconsciously, your hips started rocking on him, rubbing on him, a faint squealing sound leaving your mouth as you did so. 

His chest was heaving under your hands and you could hear his breath quickening through the modulator in his helmet. Little by little, he moved one hand down from your chest to your trousers' waistline, slowly reaching inside.

You moaned at the touch of his hand on your skin, on your belly and reaching down. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you saw your face reflected on the visor of his helmet. Flustered, you lowered your head, resting it on the crook of his neck.

Absent-mindedly, you raised your hips to make room for his hand while you kissed his neck, tasting him, down to his collarbone. He exhaled hard, moving his hand inside your pants, teasing you, caressing the inside of your thighs up and down, purposely stopping before reaching too high.

You felt hot, like your body was on fire; you were dripping wet and he could feel it. Your breath was coming shallow as you whimpered weakly when his hand reached higher.

"Mando" you moaned in his neck "please…"

He gulped loudly.

"Hey"

Your eyes snapped open, blinking quickly as you tried to focus your sight. Mando was standing in front of you, a bowl of soup in his hand. Startled, you sat upright, your book falling to the floor, your heart about to burst out of your chest.

A wet dream, huh? How long had it been since you had had one of those? A part of you felt relieved about it, if you were having one of those it meant that you were overcoming, albeit little by little, what you had gone through. Still, it was extremely embarrassing it had been with Mando.

"Sorry" he apologised for waking you up "I brought you food."

Shaking your head, you took the bowl of soup and buried your face behind it in an attempt to hide yourself from him. He sat on his chair. He moved around with ease, almost no trace of the stiffness of the night before. If you didn't know him so well, you probably wouldn't have noticed the slight rigidity lingering on his body.

He smelled fresh and you could tell he had taken a shower. A flash of images from last night mixed with your dream came swirling to your head. In a rush, you gulped the soup down, burning your tongue in the process, and got up.

Although you were trying to act as natural as possible — and you truly believed you were nailing it — just as obvious as his physical condition was to you, your oddness was to him. Still, he said nothing as you left downstairs to the refresher.

Inside it, it smelled just like he did but much more intensely. For a moment, immersed in his aroma and with the pictures of your dream still roaming freely on your head, you thought about it. You thought about letting your hands run down your body, following the water stream from the shower, exploring every inch of it, and getting a much needed release. Then, you turned the shower handle to cold, feeling the nerves on your body screaming in pain and your muscles twitching and trembling. It was sheer agony, you thought, as you swallowed air in large gulps. Just what you needed.