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[talentedscavenger]

PSL for Din 'Mando' Djarin and Rey

Because, what are timelines?

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Body Heat Meme
Unexpected domesticity shipping meme + Bonus, they found a home with each other.
Ways to show affection + Bonus, cuteness

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Cuddles and long nights

[talentedscavenger]

[ Another day had come to an end with no leads to the location of a Jedi or any Jedi. There were times when it felt like the galaxy was sending them on a wild chase, just to see how far they were willing to go before giving up, testing the strength of Din's promise. Rey wasn't sure if the Mandalorian felt frustration or relief as each day left them no closer to finding a day than the previous day. She seemed to think he enjoyed it. More time with the kid. Their bond becoming stronger, and when the time came for the two to part...would either one be willing to let go?

Would Grogu want to let go of his father figure? Would she be willing to let go of the little guy? He was sweet, good nature, even though he was a bit mischievous. Born out of curiosity and a desire to test the boundaries (or patience) of their parent.

Whatever the case, they had camped out far away from civilization. Grogu was asleep in his pram which left Rey and Din alone for the evening. Her stomach wasn't gnawing at her. The hunger pains that accompanied her every night had stopped when she joined Din's crew. As it were, she was sitting on the small bunk, fingers undoing her hair style, one small bun at a time.

She didn't need a mirror to know where she had to part her hair, or how much she had to gather to ensure the bun wouldn't lopsided or too big. Years of practice had made it to where she could easily do it with little assistance. It might surprise Din to see how much she actually had. Rey's brown locks brushing against her shoulders. A small brush resting on her knee while her small hair ties and pins sat in front of her.

Taking out the last pin and setting it aside, she started to brush her hair, slow methodical movements starting at the end of her locks then up to her scalp. Very boring, but needed to make sure her hair wouldn't get in face.

If Din saw her taking care of her hair, she didn't notice or comment unless he approached her in which case, she would feel embarrassed for taking so long to do her hair.]

[ofclanmudhorn]

[Din was starting to think that the proverbial needle he was searching for had truly passed into myth. All of the information he had found on the Jedi was of their past greatness, but none had uncovered their secret hideout. He knew he would soon have to change his strategy, but something kept him from doing so. He knew he was attached to the child, regarding him as his own, and the more time passed in their search of a Jedi, the less he was tempted to think on how he would have to let the child go. Despite how chaotic the Galaxy was, there was comfort and happiness in the routine they had built for themselves on the Crest, and Din was content with it. Enough that he found himself considering starting to train Grogu in the Way of the Mandalore, in case his quest remained unsuccessful.

And there was also Rey to consider in his quest now. He didn't want to break her heart by taking the child away from her as well. It was clear by now that the mischievous foundling had carved a rather large nook into her heart, and Din wouldn't have it any other way either. They were a family, a Clan of three, and as far as he could remember since losing his parents, Din had never felt this content with his life.

The planet they had landed on was a swamp one, the air thick and heavy even at night, enough that Mando had opted to keep the gangplank open for the night, setting trip wire around the ship in case someone felt brave enough to try and jump a Mandalorian on his own ship. When Grogu had fallen asleep peacefully in his pram, Din had opted on cleaning his armour, working on adjusting or repairing a piece here and there. Ever since that night when Rey had patched him up, when he had told her how he felt about and her about him, he had felt more at ease without the Beskar around the brunette. And with the heat of the night, it felt easier to breathe without the heaviness of the armour and the protective layer underneath.

He was just finishing reloading Whistling Birds in his vambrace when he looked up to see Rey working on undoing her buns. Putting down the vambrace on the crate he had been using a work table for his armour, he watched as she moved her fingers through the dark strands, stirring something in him that wasn't just tenderness. There was something appealing to watching her go through something as intimate as brushing her hair, and Din couldn't fight the temptation of wanting to be the one running his hands in the brown curls.

He stood up and walked to her, raising a naked hand to her hair with a small tilt of his helmet:]

Can I?

[If she would let him, Din would let his fingers slip into her hair, feeling the silkiness of the strands against his skin as his breathing hitched slightly. Once there was no length of hair to run against, he'd rest his hand gently on her shoulder, his fingertips gently pressing against the back of her neck.]

I like it, loose like that. [He said softly. He knew it wasn't practical, but she was looking beautiful with her hair down.]

[talentedscavenger]

[The hot and heavy air was constricting at times. It felt like the warm air was pressing down on her lungs, making it hard to breathe, coupled with the humidity of the swamp, it was a wonder that anything managed to live on the planet. Yet, the same could be said on Jakku. The desert sun beating down on the sands, making it scorching hot. At the night, the temperatures dipping below freezing. Dry heat was easier to handle in some respects--finding shade and drinking water to not dehydrate.

In a swamp, it felt like nothing would do to ease the heat or humidity. At least aboard the Crest they had some shelter from the weather. Some being the keyword. It was still warm enough that Rey was tempted to take off her tunic and sleep in the bindings that protected her chest. Her clothes were sturdy and light (in color and texture), but they didn't help much in this weather.

Rey was prepared to have her brush go through her hair for another pass when Din approached her. Her attention snapped to him, realizing he didn't have all of his armor on him, or all of his layers. He wouldn't need it--not with this heat. His hand, sans glove, reached out to her, asking to touch her hair.

It may have seemed like a small, almost innocent question but the intimacy was not lost on her. She nodded her head, giving him the permission to comb through her brown locks, suppressing the urge to turn her head just so her lips brush against his palm. The idea caused a faint twinge of pink to rise to her cheeks and only deepened hearing that lovely compliment.

Rey briefly glanced away, struggling with the compliment, but not out right rejecting it.]

Thank you. [The words were murmured, taking in a slow breath before looking back up at him.] I have to redo my hair every few days otherwise, it'll get in the way.

[Which could easily be remedied by cutting her hair to a shorter length, but she outright refused to do that. Her hair, the style, was one of the few things she had that reminded her of her mother. The woman's face was nothing more than a faded memory, but she could recall the times she sat in her lap as she brushed and put Rey's hair into its three bun style.

Rey began to bite the inside of her cheek, feeling brave and stupid for what she wanted to do. Swallowing her pride, she gingerly placed her hand on his, gently guiding his hand away from her shoulder to rest on her cheek. Electricity danced through her, touching Din without anything in the way.

Was it wrong that she wanted more than a mere touch? Or a hug? No, she wanted to be held, but without something between them. She wanted to feel his skin on hers, but his helmet would be a challenge--maybe? Nor would she ask him to remove it outright.

Instead, she gave into her desires slightly. Turning her cheek to press her lips to the palm of his hand, her heart skipping a beat in giving Din a 'kiss' of her own.]

[ofclanmudhorn]

[He nodded once at her explanation, knowing her tying up her hair was done so out of practicality. Still, part of him wanted to suggest she'd wear them down more often, especially on the ship, but Din didn't voice it out. He wasn't sure it was his place to ask of such things, especially since it would be a bit selfish of him to do so. He couldn't offer something similar, though he doubted there was an appeal to his own messy locks sticking out as they usually do when he takes off his helmet. For a moment, Din wondered what it would feel like for Rey's hand to run through his hair, or even fist into them in a throes of pleas-...he needed to stop letting his thoughts run wild like this. It was torture more than anything else, really.

His thoughts were cut short with the feeling of Rey moving his hand from her shoulder to her cheek, and Din couldn't help himself and smiled softly underneath the helmet. Ever since he had worked the courage to cup her face those weeks ago, he had wondered how her skin would have felt against his, here she was, offering the feeling freely. A callous thumb slowly ran over the curve of her cheek, marveling at the softness of her skin, just like he had imagined it to be. But he didn't have time to bask in the feeling of it: Rey turned her head and pressed a kiss in his palm, and his breath hitched audibly.

There had been more touches since they had confessed to one another, but they were always subtle ones. Lingering fingers on her waist to move past her in the cockpit here, his hand pressed in the small of her back to guide her to the marketplace there, but never a touch this intimate, and Din found that he was craving for more as well. He wasn't sure of what he could ask of Rey, too afraid to push a boundary that would have her run for the hills. Instead, he waited for her to take what she wanted out of him, more than ready and willing to give her all that she desired.

When she pulled back from pressing the kiss to his hand, Din slowly ran his thumb over her lower lip, his skin dragging along the plush feeling of the skin there. He would be lying if he said that he never thought of how her lips would feel against his, of how her mouth would taste, and if he could draw sweet sounds out of her by pressing his own mouth against the skin of her neck. The mere thought of running his tongue against her skin and tasting her properly was deafening enough that Din had to anchor his mind to reality by reaching down to wrap his other arm around Rey's waist, pulling her up and into a hug, his helmet slowly leaning against her forehead again, his other hand still cupping her face gently. He pressed her body flush against him, humming contently.]

[talentedscavenger]

[Rey didn't know what she could--should ask Din. He had given her so much; a way to escape Jakku, shelter, a job, and more importantly a home. She didn't want to take advantage of him, make him feel as though she was using him as a means to an end. Her experience in the realm of intimacy was limited. She knew had an idea of what love was, of what two people should do when the feeling had overcome them, but she had never experienced it herself. Was it too soon to say that's what she felt?

Not a passing fancy. Not a fling, or brief heat that would pass in weeks or months? Her feelings for him were real, and there wasn't a doubt his feelings for her were the same. Yet...she wasn't sure what she wanted to do. How much she should take and when she should stop.

Rey hoped in kissing the palm of his hand that she hadn't crossed a line. Touch was very scared to both of them. Her having grown up with so very little of it. Touch starved and needing it more than she could say. Din wore layers beneath his armor, a physical divide between him and the galaxy. Perhaps, that barrier helped to numb him in a way--make it easier when he had to kill his targets. When he did touch something or someone with his own hands, his skin, it was special...magical, even.

The hitch in his breathing told her it was, giving way to a sly smile that was hidden away in the palm of his hand. She wondered what would happen if her lips travelled to his wrist, kissing his pulse. If his breathing would hitch again, or if he would hold her tighter to him? There had been nights where she wondered what it would be like to kiss him. If his lips would be as soft on her skin as hers would be on his. The thoughts left her tossing and turning, making an ache bloom in her body in a way that made it difficult to ignore...

Yet, her mind kept conjuring images of his hands exploring her body. His lips brushing over hers, and his tongue exploring her mouth. If his body would fit hers in a similar but different way.

Slowly, Rey pulled back, trying to gauge Din's reaction as best as she could. She was prepared to ask if she had overstepped any boundaries when he drew her onto her feet, pulling her into a hug. Her hair ties and pins fell onto his bed, but she didn't care. She felt the cooler metal of his helmet come to rest on her forehead, another intimate moment than made her heart race...and wish for more.

Stars, he was going to drive her insane wasn't he?]

Do you want me? [The soft words left her lips before she had the chance to think. Realization hit her instantly, making Rey bow her head in an attempt to hide the redness on her cheeks.]

I mean, that is...I would...like to kiss you. And hold you, Din. [More than what they were doing now, but was that obvious? It felt like it should be obvious. And he wouldn't be able to do much without take off his helmet.

This was all assuming he'd even say yes to her question.]

[ofclanmudhorn]

[Din would have been lying if he had ever said he never had similar thoughts about Rey. That one night in the cold where she had sit between his legs, her body pressed into him, her head on his arm, had definitely been where the spark of desire had struck him, but he had been rather good at ignoring it, putting on the account of not having been around another person for so long. But time had passed, and now that he knew how she felt about him, that spark had turned into an ember, burning slow but steady, enough that it wasn't something Din could ignore anymore. He knew his gaze would linger for longer than it should when she was around, grateful that the helmet would hide where his eyes would run along her body.

He knew was lust was, he had sex before, in his youth, quick and hard and dirty, to burn off the excess of adrenaline when a hunt or a mission would have turned more dangerous than expected. But this, what he felt when he looked at Rey, when she would pass him and that the air would carry her scent, it was something else entirely. It wasn't as much as of a desire to take, but to give, to make her his just as much as him being hers. He wasn't sure this was love, he hasn't seen it often in his life, but he knew that Mandalorians mated for life, and he thought this was certainly the feeling his brethren had when they chose their 'riduur'.

But her question had definitely fanned the flame of his desire for Rey, and Din moved his head to the crook when she bowed hers down. He hugged her tightly, and as if her words were giving him permission to, his mind couldn't help but to focus on the way her curves were pressed against the planes of his body, and the soft sound of something that was both a groan and a whine left his lips:]

Yes, [he said gruffly.] Stars, yes I do.

[And then she mentioned kissing him and kriff, he wanted that more than anything else at the moment. But taking his helmet off at this moment is out of the question. Not that he didn't want Rey to see his face, but the implication of that was too premature: he wanted to tell her what it would mean for him to show his face to her.

But she was part of his Clan, it would still be okay to take it off if she couldn't see his face, right? For Din, it was just a matter of time before he would be ready to show her his face, so this wasn't cheating the Creed, right?

It was hard to think, with his helmet on her shoulder filling with her scent, and his imagination filling with thoughts of her writhing with pleasure underneath him. His mind quickly made up, he moved back, his eyes searching her face for any traces of doubts when he asked her:]

Do you trust me, Rey?

[Before she would answer, his hand grabbed an old blanket for the kid, one Grogu didn't like much, and using his vibroblade from his boots, he tore a long strip from the thick material. What he had in mind seemed like the best compromise that would let him keep his Creed and let him kiss her nonetheless.]

[talentedscavenger]

[Rey felt her heart practically leap into her throat from Din's answer. There was a part of her that had been worried he might say no, or pull away due to his Creed or because it wasn't the time or the place for such a question. But, as their bodies were pressed against each other's, it was becoming harder and harder to ignore the chemistry between. The flame of desire that was steadily building to a wild fire.

She hadn't had sex before, batting and kicking away the hands of those who wanted to use her for their own gain in exchange for extra portion packets. There were some scavengers who used their bodies in such a way, but Rey couldn't do it. She didn't want another's hands on her. A scavenger was a slave in all but name, having to work in the hot sun for food and water. She already worked for Unkar, and refused to be treated as a plaything for someone else.

Din though...she was ready, and willing to explore that part of herself. To have her body be explored by hands that weren't her own.

But, Stars, could they even get that far if she couldn't see his face? He must've been reading her thoughts as he pulled back and asked if she trusted him. Rather than doubt crossing her face, there was a hint of confusion due to what he was grabbing.]

Yes, I do.

[He had a long strip of an old blanket now, what did he intend to do? Tie her? That wasn't a Mandalorian ritual--right? Or did he--Or did he want her to wear it over her eyes?

The confusion began to melt away. Rey found herself biting her lower lip for a moment before asking:] Are you going to blindfold me?

[ofclanmudhorn]

[He saw the confusion in her eyes when he presented the long strip of fabric and suddenly Din felt panic grip his heart. Had he read her completely wrong? She had asked him if he wanted her, and Stars he did, but he had thought she had meant now. Or at least for them to kiss. But now, he was wondering if it had only been curiosity and not the willingness to explore that part of their relationship.

He had never asked about her past in that regard, assuming right off the bat that she was most likely inexperienced, given her age and the fact that she seemed to keep to herself when he had met her on Jakku. He had every intention to wait for her to come to him for anything physically intimate, not wanting to pressure her in anyways, but he realized that the blindfold might be more than she wanted to bargain for. He wasn't against exploring...spicier ways to have sex, but it seemed that he had gone ahead of himself here.

He moved back slightly, giving her the space he thought she might need from him, heat exploding on his cheeks:]

Hum, yes? I...I thought it would be a good compromise? So I could...kiss you without you seeing my face...I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable....we don't have to if you don't want to...

[He was truly sounding far from the assured bounty hunter he presented to the rest of the world, but truly, he didn't want to make Rey uncomfortable. He didn't want her to love him less because he wanting to kiss her and hold her more than she might do.]

[talentedscavenger]

[Oh no. It seemed with a single question, Rey had unintentionally caused Din's confidence to falter. Which was really cute and sweet in a way. It was hard to not crack a smile, or let out a chuckle. He was trying to find a compromise to the obstacle in their path and wanted to make sure she would be okay with it. Really, it made him all the more endearing to her.

He was putting aside his needs to make sure she was comfortable with being intimate with him.

Rey moved forward, closing the space he created. There was a shake of her head as she brought a hand up to gently run up his chest.]

It's a great compromise. I was... [She could feel her cheeks getting warm as she admitted:] Thinking the same thing.

[Her eyes forced on his visor, letting him seethe bashfulness play out on her features. Stars, she felt so...embarrassed, and yet it was slightly funny? In a 'great minds think alike' sort of way.]

I want to do this. [Rey confirmed in a soft voice, her hand running down his arm down to his hand that clutched the strip of fabric.] I trust you, Din.

[He could blindfold her, and she had complete trust he wouldn't take advantage of her. He wouldn't try to do anything untoward her. It would certainly make things...interesting between them. Though, Rey wondered if she would ever see his face. A question that wasn't too important presently. Not when she wanted to feel his hand roam over her body and feel his lips on her skin.]

[ofclanmudhorn]

[There should be a part of him that was embarrassed for sounding and feeling like a young, inexperienced buck, but in truth, Din didn't really care how he might look to anyone else but Rey. And all he wanted was to do right by her, and if that meant stumbling around until he found the right footing to stand on when it came to intimacy, then so be it. There would be plenty of times once she was truly comfortable with him where he could show prowess in bed, or so Din hoped.

Relief washed over him when she closed the gap between them, reassuring him that he hadn't read her wrong at all. He nodded once, his confidence quickly returning:]

Good, [He said as he moved to tie the piece of fabric over her eyes and behind her head]. I want you to promise me you will let me know if I move too fast for you. Or do something to you that you're not comfortable with, yes? I'll swear I'll stop, and that'll be it. No shame, no questions, unless you feel like telling me why.

[He needed her to know that he would always respect her boundaries, he needed her to know that this was all about herself and that he would never intentionally hurt her.

Once the blindfold was in place, Din moved her hands to his waist so that she could feel where he was when both of his hands left her to lift the helmet off his head. There was the soft hissing sound of the pressure seal breaking off and then the dull sound of metal hitting metal as he put the helm of a shelf nearby his cot. There was a nervous breath that left him when he took one of her hands and brought it up to his cheek, a silent permission to touch him, as his face turned so he could kiss her palm, just like she had done moments before.]

[talentedscavenger]

[Good.

The word made Rey swallow her nerves, closing her eyes as the blindfold was placed over her eyes. A deep breath to calm the fluttering in her heart, listening to Din’s voice. He wanted her to promise him to be honest. Whatever she wasn’t comfortable with, she would tell him. He would stop.

No questions.

No guilt.

No shame.

They would go at her pace. If she wasn’t ready for something, she could tell him and nothing would change. He wouldn’t think less of her. He wouldn’t pressure her. Rey’s heart swelled, knowing how much thought Din was putting into this—into them.

It wasn’t going to be a fling. What was between them wouldn’t dissolve in a matter of seconds or minutes. It was real. It would grow, if tended to, if they continued to think of each other—protected each other, and cared for one another. ]

I promise.

[A vow she wouldn’t take lightly. One she would honor. She hadn’t tip toed around a situation before, and this? This wouldn’t be any different. But, she wanted to find out what he liked. What would make him gasp or sigh happily—what his voice would sound without the modifier.

Blindfold secured, he placed her hands on his waist. Rey found herself mentally visualizing the room, where they were in relation to the bunker, to the door. The soft sound of his arms moving up, the hiss of the pressure seal of his helmet adding to the image she was creating in her mind.

Her heart skipped a beat having her hand on his cheek—the faint feeling of roughness. Not clean shaven, but nearly close to it. His lips brushing against the palm of her hand sent another shock through her, making her bite her lower lip.]

….Din.

[She whispered his name like a prayer, hoping she wasn’t imagining the whole thing. Hoping she’d hear his real voice.

Her thumb brushed over his lower lip as she closed the distance between them. Her body moving to press itself against his, just like they had done earlier. She gently guided his head downward, slowly moving in for her to press her forehead to his. The ‘kiss’ they had been so used to sharing. Skin on skin.

Her nose brushing against his, breathing in his scent and although she couldn’t see his face, she hoped he could feel how much she wanted him—emotionally, and physically. There was no one else for her. ]