𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 • din djarin

Chapter 10: Breakable Heaven*

chapter 10: breakable heaven •••

There's not much left to the summer after your ultimatum is set, and both you and Din try your best not to spend what time you have left mourning something you haven't yet lost. It proves difficult, though, as you feel the weight of it on your shoulders every time you meet his sweet, brown gaze. There's a light that hasn't appeared in the golden flecks of his eyes ever since you came back to the covert that day.

When Din's training, you spend time with your Mandalorian family. You play with the foundlings and teach them everything you know, hoping that at least one of them will play the role you intended to fulfill within this very covert. You also absorb your time with Zena, who took the news of your fate just as poorly as Din—if not worse.

When Din's not training, every moment is spent right by his side. There's nothing else you can do than take advantage of every last second you have together. Each day is spent taking walks and imagining the future after your time in the Imperial Academy, and each night is spent memorizing his lips, his body, and the pure feeling of him wrapped up entirely in you.

One day, you won't have that anymore; you won't have him. That day is tomorrow.

You're already thinking about this as Din's mouth continues his beautiful exploration of your own, as if he and his tongue are trying to memorize you in the same way you have him. You don't want to be thinking about your doomsday, though. You want to focus on the perfection that's him with you, one body, heart, and soul for the last time in a long, long time.

Just not forever. Please, not forever.

"Please." You say the plea aloud, hoping Din will take it for a cry for pleasure rather than a result of the desperate ache in every inch of your bones for him to never leave you. You wouldn't be opposed to having as much of him now as he can manage.

"Always." Din's response is simple, strained from his own ecstasy and certainly his own emotion, but it carries a weight that goes unsaid. His forehead's against your own, sweat coating his skin and yours—but it's better than tears, which have been more and more common these nights. "You will have me always."

You want to reassure him of the same, to remind him for the umpteenth time that you'll find him as soon as you're freed of your service, but you can't manage the words. The mixture of pure pleasure and vast devastation is so dangerous you can't speak. Only incoherent strings of panting breaths and gentle cries can escape, so you try to reassure him by raking one hand through his hair and the other over the skin on his back. Maybe the marks will go deep enough to leave him with this reminder of you.

Din's gentle with the way he holds your jaw, forcing your eyes to meet his own as he searches your gaze. "Use your words, ner kar'ta." He swallows hard, and you hope it's from pleasure, but the desperation in his eyes and the slight glaze of unshed tears tells you otherwise as he offers the same plea as you. "Please."

"Always, Din." You say his name as reverently as you can manage, never once straying from his gaze so he can sense your severity and deep meaning. "You..." you hiccup on a breath, hoping it's a pleased gasp rather than a sorrowful sob, "will always have me, too." You use your grip on his hair to bring his lips back to your own, wanting to taste them like this one last time as you whisper your next words upon them. "Par an ca'nara." For all time.

That's when you both break. No longer is sweat the only thing shared between your faces, as tears fall while the love between you rises. The knot within you breaks loose, one of pleasure and one of devastation, shattering you like splintering ice as you tremble from the physical and emotional ramifications of this last high with him. Din's the very same, though it happens moments later, evidence of a strength you'll always admire.