The Sweetest Taste

Chapter 40 - Long days and even longer nights

The days slipped easily by, with Lysa back to making her daily deliveries to the residents of Nevarro.

Din had so far held off on going off-planet and taking up any work, making excuses about not needing the credits, and wanting to give Grogu a rest from long journeys in the N-1. When in reality, the real reason for his reluctance to leave had more to do with Lysa, and the sinfully enjoyable nights they spent together once the shutters were down and Grogu was fast asleep.

But it wasn't only the sex that was keeping Din here like a magnet. But the fact that his small cabin was almost constantly filled with the sweet smell of baked goods. That now Lysa's possessions littered his home, mingled with his. And that, when he saw her each morning after she woke, and each evening after she got home, her smile alone seemed to brighten Din's life. Like the warm sun breaking through the clouds on a stormy day.

He felt happier than he had in a long, long time. And Grogu seemed to be happier too. Enjoying the company of someone far more emotionally open that Din could ever be. Lysa trying to involve Grogu in all she could, despite her long hours out there on her speeder.

Din could tell that she was often exhausted, but she still put on a smile, giggled with Grogu, bantered with Din. Until finally bed time would come, and Din and Lysa would dance around going to the Sleeper. Both knowing they wanted the intimacy of the shutters closed, bodies pressed together, sweat beading along collarbones and hot moans escaping swollen and much-kissed lips. But still, they flirted and played it as cool as they could during the daylight hours. Mainly due to Din's helmet, barely allowing them the capacity to be intimate in anything more than a few lingering touches and looks.

Din was infatuated. Knowing now that this was not a passing fancy, or just sex.

To him it felt like so much more.

Din's feelings for Lysa mounting with every day that passed.

And this evening was no different.

Lysa, having finished her deliveries slightly early, had told Din that she was making dinner. And had proceeded to cook a delicious meal of Ronto meat, fresh vegetables and flatbread.

Just seeing her behind the counter, cooking away. A long pale belted tunic dress covering her slender figure. Blonde hair tied up neatly, and an absent-minded smile gracing her lips. Din had felt an ache in his heart he had never felt with another, as long as he had lived.

It had been a quick meal for Din, irritated with the inconvenience of going outside to eat in private. Wanting nothing more than to enjoy a meal with Lysa and Grogu in person.

But the Creed still called his name. And in spite of his indiscretion when it came to removing his helmet in the dark, when Lysa was still not able to see his face. He knew that removing it in front of her during a meal would be an insult to his very religion. Something he was not happy to do without a very good reason.

He had thought on his reasoning for removing his helmet at night with the shutters down. Knowing that it broke every rule he had fought so hard to abide by his entire life. But meeting Lysa- it was as though his priorities had changed. His need for her, overriding Mandalorian rule.

He burned for her. Every fibre of his being set alight by her touch, her kiss, her smile.

Sometimes he caught himself worrying what would have happened if their paths had never crossed.

What if Lysa had been trapped by Crix for the rest of her days, coming home to violence and abuse for the entirety of her life?

But each time, he shook himself, reminding himself that she was here. Safe. With him.