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[talentedscavenger]

PSL for Din 'Mando' Djarin and Rey

Because, what are timelines?

Index:

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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[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. ]