The two of them walk out into the busier parts of the city, their armor rattled as they strolled down the dark avenues and alleyways of the ring-shaped space station. Kia could tell the man walking next to her was on high alert. Citizens leaped out of the way as they walked by, but they are used to it.

She enjoyed watching his confident strides and stance, along with his wide shoulders and his expensive armor, glistening under the street lamps. However, she could tell he was a bit uneasy. Using the vital sensing equipment on her helmet, she could tell his heart rate is slightly elevated and his breathing is slightly labored. A nervous Din Djarin was...cute.

Kia had thought about this man, even before she's met him. Images from Grogu's memories reveals a sad and lonely, yet loyal and devoted parent who has gambled his own life to protect the child. As a child of the Watch, Din has risked everything to save his foundling. She found him appealing. A silent, noble, and handsome Mandalorian who is immensely faithful to those he considers deserving of his trust and friendship. His voice alone is the best facilitator, even through his beskar helmet. It's hoarse yet smooth, but also warm and enticing.

Although she just met Din, but she knows his type. She's met plenty like him in her life. Men like Din need something, or someone, to help them release the boiling pressure. Afterwards, they exhibit their true behavior and usually disappear without a word. Yet unlike those other foul men she's slept with in her past, Din was respectable and honorable in his actions.

Throughout the many years of his life, Din has never felt this nervous before. He feels pins and needles all over himself, but mainly in his groin. He feels like he's about to implode. His mind is racing, his body is trembling and his heart rate is erratic. Lewd imagines of her floods his mind, which churns his blood vessels and lacerates his ability to breath normally. Even though they were simply walking down the street, he's already half-hard as he anticipates their arrival at the hotel.

Yet he gave in and surrendered to her request of seduction. Thinking of touching her warm and soft body, along with her undeniable beauty has captivated him to a point where he feels like he's now the prey, but at the same time he's loving it. This power she has over him is addictive, almost sinful. He feels hot and cold flashes throughout his body, which brings him back to reality. He clears his throat to still his frantic mind, but when he hears her kind voice, he swallows hard, feeling unsure once again.

"We don't have to do anything if you don't want to," Kia modulated voice coming through her helmet, sensing his anxiety. His body feels like a furnace as he feels her small hand settle on the soft area of his side, between his back and chest plates. When she does this, he stops dead in his tracks.

"There's nothing wrong with this, but if you are uncomfortable then we don't have to," she tells him, but it was weird. Most men wouldn't think twice, but she knows he's not an ordinary man. "Have you...Uh...been with anyone before?" She asked boldly as she steps up closer to him, her hand still resting on the side of his torso. She knew he was from a very strict clan, and she has no idea if he's actually been with other women in his past.

"Are you asking if I'm a virgin?" He replied coldly, but she could tell there was a hint of nervousness in his tone.

"Yes," she answered softly.

It was an odd question, one which he has not been asked him before. "No, I'm not a virgin, but in the past it felt more like a chore. Get it over with so I can go back to work."

"It shouldn't be that way. It should feel like ecstasy, no matter who it is or how long it lasts. It should send a shiver down your spine and your legs shaking. It should leave you begging for more, even if it's only for one night," she explains, eager to show him affection and tenderness. Things that he obviously has not encountered with prior women. "If you're still interested, we can explore that together," she says confidently, offering him another direct invitation.

Yes! He wanted it. No, he needed it. And it's clear she was more than willing to give it to him.

"Y-yes," he replied very simply and shortly, his voice cracked with immense tension that he has not felt before. His heart rate then drops and he knows he will not be able to focus on anything going on around him.

"Then shall we?" She asked as she reaches down to hold his hand. She steps away and turns left down a busy street, "It's not far now," she says as she hears his heavy boots following her.

Sure enough, they walk past a pawn shop, a nightclub, and a store selling junk scraps and eventually locate a small cantina and inn. Once inside, they see only a few patrons at the bar enjoying drinks, as well as an orange-skinned Quarren man standing behind a tall counter at the main entrance.

"Welcome to The Rat's Nest. It's 15 credits per night," the innkeeper says in an unamused tone.

"One room please," Kia says. But as she takes out a handful of credits, she sees a long and muscular arm outstretched in her peripheral vision, and lands on the countertop to release a pile of credits. She swiftly spins around and rests her gloved hand on top of Din's elbow, "It's okay, I got it. After all, it was my idea," her voice is low but kittenish.

"No. I got this one, how about you get the next one," he says softly, helmet tilted down in her direction as his whole body goes stiff and firm. Neither one moving a muscle.

"Oh, so there's already going to be a next time, huh?" She laughed playfully. He makes a sound in the back of his throat, a mixture between a growl and a groan as he lowers his helmet down onto hers.

"I'm confident in that," he says darkly, sending a quiver up her spine and a soft moan leaves her lips without her control. "Would you like that?" He says softly in his deep, husky voice.

"We'll see how you well you can behave yourself," she breathes out. He lets out a puff of air as she removes her hand from his elbow, "But if you insist, I'll be sure to make it worth the price."

Din drops the coins onto the table and moves back a few feet and stares at her, "After you," he says dryly.

Kia turns around to pick up the keycard and heads up the staircase to their room on the second floor. Din remained absolutely quiet except for his steady breathing and footsteps on the metal ground.

They walk down a dark and dingy hallway, past several equally filthy doors as they finally arrive at their room. Kia swiped the keycard along the locking mechanism on the doorframe. When the door slides open with a swoosh, it reveals a small, windowless room with a queen size bed and a tiny refresher.

The room is sparsely furnished with a nightstand on either side of the bed, as well as a small round, metal table and two aluminum chairs. Kia was the first to enter the room. As the door swooshes shut behind them, she locks it and removes her poncho then goes to toss it onto the bed. Next, she unhooks her jetpack and places it gently on the floor by the nightstand, then takes off her gloves and helmet, then resting them on the table by the refresher door.

"You can take off your helmet. I already know what you look like," Kia says. Din has now detached his jetpack and placed it on the ground by the table, but he stands completely frozen against the wall. "You can thank Grogu for showing me what you look like," she says with a playful chuckle.

To Din, this isn't one of those careless nights he has spent with sex workers, or with barmaids in random cantinas he has visited throughout the galaxy. And this was definitely not a long-term affair, like it was with Xi'an. Kia is a respectful Jedi Knight and a Mandalorian, as well as a Rebel in her own right. Someone who bends the rules to satisfy her personal needs and desires, something he would like to learn how to do.

"Come on Din Djarin, you can do it," she says as her bare hands found their way onto his chest plate. "Or should I call you Mr. Brown Eyes?" Her voice now soft, almost a whisper as she looks up at him.

When he didn't respond, she came up with a plan, "How about we play a game?" She offered, her hands now moving downwards to grip his belt buckle.

"Like what?" He breathed out, his voice quivering as she pins him up against the wall.

"Guess the correct number of weapons the other is carrying, the winner gets to chose one item of clothing to remove from the other player," she smiled wide at him. "But if the guess is wrong...then the other player gets to chose what to remove. But you only get one guess per round. What do you say?"

"You first," he blurts out, and she could sense a smile behind that voice.

"Well then. I say you have..." she says as she thinks what to say next. After a few seconds, she says softly, "Fifteen."

A low and dark laugh escapes his mouth, "Very close," he says with a low groan.

"So is it more or less?"

"I thought you only get one choice?" He replied in a low voice, his gloved hands move to grasp her belt. "This...off!" He demanded.

She usually would push back with other men, but with Din she easily complied. Her hands frantically fumble with her belt as she unbuttoned it and tosses it to the ground.

"Your turn, Din Djarin," she speaks with a sly grin, her hands return to his belt.

"Ten," the word comes out fast and hurried.

"You're very observant," she laughs.

"This," Din points to her chest plate, she moves back to detach it and drops onto the floor with a thud.

"My turn again," she smiled as she wedges her thigh in between his legs. "Twenty."

"Good choice," he rumbled deep in his chest. Without saying a word, she unbuttoned his belt and throws it aside, not caring where it lands. She reached down to unbutton his pants as he allows her to slip her hand inside his trousers and underwear. He gasped she she wraps her fingers around his warm thick cock, brushing her thumb along his leaking, sensitive tip as she gives him a few strong and slow pumps. He is larger and thicker than she had ever imagined.

As she begins stroking his thick cock vigorously, he gasps as his hips unintentionally thrust into her hand. His arms reach out along the wall to grip something, but there's nothing to grab onto. He makes a sound in the back of his throat, which sounded like a guttural grunt and a moan.

This type of intimacy and passion is not meant for someone like him. She's like a fantasy in the middle of his violent and bloody life. He is a killer. Hardened and cruel. However, Kia can see straight through his gruff exterior. He has never been able to enjoy lust like this.

He's always been too absorbed on his next battle, his next hunt, or his next job. He groans and curses as he begins to thrust himself into her clenched fist. As a Mandalorian Jedi, she is brave, highly skilled and very powerful. There is an emotion he is experiencing, a feeling he cannot identify flows through him as her soft fingers are wrapped around his hard cock.

He sees this part of himself as a separate person than what is standing in front of her. Right now, he's not a bounty hunter or a Mandalorian. He's just a man starved for affection and touch. For far too long, he has denied himself these pleasures, and he can no longer control his lewd desires. And right now, in this moment, he doesn't...Fucking...Care!

"May I?" She asked as she gripped onto the button of his trousers. Heat burned under his skin, and he has completely lost the ability to deny her, and there was no going back now. He would say or do anything to have her keep touching him. His cock twitching in a painfully pleasant way as she continues stroking him. He nodded to give her permission to continue. She slowly maneuvered his pants down as she knelt down. Even though she was on her knees, she had all the power.

His cock was painfully hard as he tilted his helmeted head down to look at her. In this moment he felt like he was being torn apart. Where agony, sorrow and loneliness twisted to a boiling point, powerful than beskar and hotter than a lightsaber.

Kia knows that they have already gone way too far and they can't go back. This will most likely alter the way they view and interaction with each other, but she didn't care. She desperately wanted him to feel good. Wanted him to let go and to show him how life can be wonderful.

When grips the base of his cock and puts the red swollen tip in her mouth, swirling her tongue around to taste his pre-cum, his knees buckle and he bends over and nearly losing his balance.

"Oh, shit!" He cursed.

She released him with a wet 'pop' and looks up at him, "You like that?"

"Fuck yes..." he breathes out as he tilts his head back against the wall, every muscle in his body is stiff to a point of snapping. His whole body goes even more rigid, if that was even feasible. She grabs his waist, hallows her cheeks, and takes him in her mouth and he losses his fucking mind.

"Ah, shitshitshitshiiii-" he cries out when she swirls her tongue up his shaft, he grasps fistfuls of her hair in a vise grip with both of his gloved hands, "...Ngh, your s-so..."

She opens her jaw more and take him in further so he can feel her throat. She slowly starts bobbing up and down, dragging her tongue along the underside of his shaft to get him good and wet.

When he looks down at her, meeting her eyes instantly, he's completely spellbound as he watches his cock disappear into her mouth. It felt liberating! Of all the pain he has been through recently, which lead up to this moment was fucking worth it! He's never felt so alive and turned on in his life. He feels like he's about to explode when her lips touch the base of his cock, and one of her her hands drops to cradle his balls.

She swallows his length, letting her other hand slide down between her legs to rub her clit as his cock pulses in her mouth. She can tell he won't last long. She enjoyed watching him let go. She took pride in knowing she has reduced such an fearsome, reputable bounty hunter to the level of any other man.

"Holy, fu..." he blurts out. There's a moment before detonation where he lifts his head up off the wall to let out the loudest moan she's ever heard from a man. Then, without his ability to control his actions, his cock immediately begins throbbing in her mouth, his balls working tirelessly to pump its contents through his shaft, the grip on her hair turns to steel. He cums for several minutes, it seems. Releasing all of his pent up energy.

It's like his soul left him and he's flying through hyperspace. White stars flash before his eyes, and for once, he is not troubled by images of Grogu leaving him for the Jedi. Electricity zaps through his body, his stomach coiled up and his limbs tense beyond their maximum limits. His cheeks are flushed as he feels sweat dripping down his chest and face under his helmet.

"Fuck," he says breathlessly as he feels her milk every last drop of seed into her mouth. She drinks everything he gives her, draining him until he's utterly depleted and used up, trembling in pieces against the wall. He lets go of her hair as his whole body eventually goes limp. His chest is heaving as he gasps for breath, he leans forward, his hand grips hard on the back of the metal chair next to him to stabilize himself.

"Do you feel better?" She asked as she wipes her saliva from her chin with her hand, her voice raspy as she pants and breathes heavy.

"Fuck yes," he said, his breathing still heavy. "I needed that. Thank you, but you got nothing out of it."

"Oh I did, believe me. But you do owe me," she says with a smile and a wink.

"I do, so get naked and go lay down on the bed," he ordered as he catches his breath.

"As long as you get undressed too," she says as she stands up. There's no rule on a Jedi who saw your face through the mind of a Force-sensitive infant, and he no longer has a reason keep himself hidden from her.

"Deal," he pants as he removes his helmet.

"There you are," she smiled at him as she begins removing her armor. "Such a handsome man, has anyone ever told you that?"

"No," he says as he begins removing his own armor.

"You are," she says softly as she removes the last of her armor. "Now come here. We're not done yet."