Din's POV

Once Din Djarin discovered that his clan was still alive, it had taken at least three months to track down a rumor of what remained of his old covert, which eventually led him to an unknown space station in the Outer Rim. Although he no longer felt like one of them, and he knew they would not accept him once he told the truth, yet he still felt compelled to seek them out.

However, his situation has now changed. The weight of the responsibilities that comes with the title of Mand'alor is on his shoulders now that Kia, along with the remnants of her clan, have so graciously invited him into their newly formed tribe. After three days of isolating himself inside one of the old buildings in this unfamiliar place, Din has had the time to mull over his answer. It continues to pester him tremendously that the only family he's ever known, had undoubtedly exiled him from their tribe without any care or concern for his well-being.

For three desperate days Din has spent in this isolated space, left to his own thoughts. The consequences of being cast out of his old tribe had haunted him, until they suddenly no longer did. It had taken him days to come to terms with the fact that following The Way is not all that made a Mandalorian. His creed has been his protection and his pride for the majority of his life since he was a child. But after meeting with others within his society from different clans, he has come to realize that there is nothing stopping him from keeping his identity, which he held onto so tightly for years, in spite of his sins.

He could no longer give reasons for his fears of what might happen if he were to remove his helmet again. He remembered how he felt so mortified and naked, so disgusted that the first living being to see his eyes since he was a young boy was a sinister Imperial officer on Morak, and he never wanted to feel like that again. Yet in the end, the only justification he could think of is that he did it undoubtedly and intentionally to save his foundling.

This new tribe is offering him a reprieve. To him, it felt like he has been given a pardon, a chance to rewrite what his faith means to him, something he never thought he would be ever be allowed to do. Swearing to a creed is not something he felt he needed to do any longer. One thing he does wish to do, is to redefine what it means to be a Mandalorian and find his own way. He's still not entirely sure if he's going to accept his role yet, but he does wish to seek out more of his kind.

And on his third night of solidarity confinement, there was a new feeling deep inside him that he could not shake, a yearning for comfort that he never thought he needed before. He thought about that night he spent with Kia, how soft she was pressed up against his nude body. It was shameful and he felt so disgraceful to want her in the way that he does.

Kia is powerful in every sense of the word, a beautiful instrument for him to release his pent up emotions on, something he had never thought he desired. He felt he didn't deserve her kindness. But she is not naïve or ignorant by any means, and she was definitely just as willing as he was. He didn't know how she had infected him the way she did. Tonight, he couldn't fucking stop thinking about her. And right now, on this particular night, he needed her skin like he needed to breathe.

Kia's POV

For a good part of three days now, Din Djarin has locked himself inside one of the vacant cottages. No one has dared to approach his door, except to only offer him food and water. Kia knew he is hurting and she desperately wanted to ease his pain. She knew his type. For most of his life, Din was told not to display his sentiments to anyone. Because it would be a disadvantage to feel anything other than the need to survive in battle, for it could make him unsteady and vulnerable to an attack.

Kia knew that his entire world has been flipped upside down in such a short period of time. His beliefs shattered, his clan had turned against him, and now he's being offered to join a new tribe of Mandalorians that he's only just met a few days ago. She wanted to hold him, to tell him everything will be okay and she was going to do anything in her power to help him. She missed the warmth of his arms, but she knew it was best to leave him alone.

The rest of the group have been rather restless and did not know what their next plans are. With the Manda'lore indisposed, they had no idea what they were going to do. Topics of conversations were usually about possible locations of other coverts, all scattered throughout the vastness of space. Other than Krownest, a few other planets came to mind, such as Concordia, Dxun, Vlemoth Port and Kalevala. Meeting with other Mandalorians will not be an easy task. They know some may even be reluctant to join their cause. Or worse, side with the Imperials!

The Force was uncooperative. Meditation sessions with Grogu has been unstable and their minds were distracted by their brooding beskar-clad companion, who has isolated himself in one of the abandoned house and hasn't come outside in days. The baby has been cranky and has kept her up at night ever since. Grogu felt his father's emotions, and Kia had to reassure her young padawan that the man simply needed his space and he still loves him.

"A Jedi must always have patience, ad'ika," Kia communicates telepathically to the tiny green bundle in her arms, settling the baby down gently onto his bed as she tries to comfort him. A song in Mando'a begins emitting from her lips, a lullaby that once soothed her as a child in her old covert. Most of the time it works to calm the crying baby, luckily for her it seemed to do the trick tonight.

It was now well past midnight as the baby finally falls asleep. Exhausted and worn out, Kia walks out of the back bedroom of her home and locks the door behind her. But before she could turn around, she felt a man standing behind her. She knew who it was and it relieved her.

"The baby is asleep," she whispered softly, trying not to disturb the irritable infant. No response. But she does hear him take a long and deep breath, but it sounded unrestricted and she felt the heat on the back of her neck. It was Din, and he didn't have his helmet on.

"Are you hungry?" She asked him softly, still not turning around to look at him.

"I want to find others," he finally says. His soft, deep and unfiltered baritone boomed from behind her. "But I...I don't know where to look."

"We will help you," she whispered before spinning around to find that he not only doesn't have his helmet on, he has totally removed all of his beskar. He's wearing only the white longjohns that is normally worn underneath the thick flight suit, along with his heavy boots.

"Din?" She whimpered softly. She was a bit confused of his current attire, so undressed and exposed like this.

"I have no idea what I'm doing," his voice is cracking, like he has been crying. Here is the notoriously ruthless bounty hunter, literally stripped of his armor and bearing his soul to her.

"You have friends here who want to help. You are not alone," Kia whispers as she outstretches her hand as it settles on his soft white shirt. He is so broad with his wide chest and shoulders. Her hands gliding up and down his pectoral muscles. She looks down and noticed the bulge in his pants. He stares at her with such of an intense desire and hunger that it made her quiver. She's wearing a yellow nightdress that settles just past her knees and bare feet.

"Ni linibar gar (I need you)," he says softly in Mando'a.

"Ni cuy' olar (I am here)," she answered back in their native tongue.

The next thing he does felt like a primal reaction, he crashed his lips onto hers with such force that she nearly bites her lip against his teeth. He kisses her passionately and eagerly. She is like the first drink of water after walking all day through a hot desert. Her taste and smell made him ravenous, opening up something inside of him. A deep longing at his core that he tried to fill with years of training, bounty hunting, and dedication to his creed.

The empty feeling he's feeling, the desire for the touch of another warm body that had become too much for him to bear. The entire experience is electrifying, intoxicating, and wild! Soon she felt his warm bare hand sliding up her thigh and under her panties as he squeezed the pillowy flesh of her ass, not caring where they are. He couldn't wait any more.

"Fuck..." he gritted out. Losing all sense of self-control, he moves to grab her shoulders to spin her around, frantically pinning her stomach to the hard surface of the wall. He kisses and bites on her neck, sucking her soft skin into his mouth as she feels his hard cock pushing up against her now dripping wet pussy.

She's equally passionate as she begins to desperately pull her dress, lifting up the fabric to reveal her lacy underwear. His breathing is uneven as he moves to quickly yank down his pants as they fall down past knees, watching her pull down her panties as they fall to the ground and she kicks them aside. He maneuvers himself in between her legs and spreads her open.

"We have to be quiet," she whimpered softly as he tightly grabs onto her hip with one hand, his other hand slithers up and inside her dress. He grabs a fistful of one of her breasts and groans into her neck as the tip of his cock presses at her wet entrance.

"You're so wet, mesh'la. Can I...I need to feel you...please..." he moans into her ear and all she could say was 'uh huh' as he shoves himself full-force into her one snap of his hips. He was all over her and it took her breath away.

"Oh, Din. I've missed you," she cried out while trying not to wake the baby, her head snapping back against his shoulder as he pulls out then thrusting upwards again.

"Ah'Shiiiii-" he groaned as he starts hammering his cock into her at a brutal pace. She could hear him breathing through gritted teeth.

"Harder," she begs and Din closes his eyes as sweat forms on his forehead and cheeks.

"Kia..." he groaned her name as he begins eagerly thrusting his hips, lifting her up at a pace that has his legs throbbing and his lungs gasping. Slapping of skin and wet clenching sounds echo throughout the house. She needed it faster as he shoved and slammed and fucked her into the wall. His movements were desperate and filled with a desire to smother something.

"Can you be mine?" He groaned, pushing harder and rougher into her.

Kia gasped the word out, "Always."

Din's hands tightened his grip on her in response to that word as his eyes roll back. She whined when he pounded himself in deeper, the slick wetness making sounds between them.

She leaned into him, shutting her eyes as she tilted her head up off the wall. Arching her back as she felt him pressing against her, enjoying the feeling of being filled with him, knowing he was here with her, and that his sounds were because of her body enveloping him. He loved the way she was so wet for him and so willing.

"I only ever want you," she whimpered softly.

"I'm yours, mesh'la," he grunted as he felt her cunt clenched hard around him.

"I'm...I'm..." she came so embarrassingly fast, calling out his name in a muffled cry. And he was soon to follow, filling her up as he cursed and grunted his way through his release. His hips jerked to a stop, remaining inside of her a few more moments as they catch their breaths.

Her legs wobbly as he pulls out and sets her down, "Come shower with me," she tells him breathlessly.

"Ok," he pants.