While back on the ship, Din is in full armor and sitting in the cockpit as they headed back for Krownest. Helmetless, Kia sat in the seat behind him and watched his gloved fingers hit the controls for autopilot. He seemed to be distracted by the way he stares out into the blue streaks of hyperspace. His silver armor reflecting all the light around him. Yet she could not help the suggestive temptations that penetrates her mind. It's as if he felt her glaring, he spins his chair around to look at her.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"Nothing. I just dozed off," she says, trying not to show him her flushed cheeks.

Then she stands up and says, "I'm going to take a shower," and climbs down the ladder. Still feeling a bit disgraceful, regretting the manner in which she killed those troopers. Even though she felt they deserved what they got, yet she couldn't help but feel like she let Luke down.

When she got to her room, she started stripping herself of her armor and weapons. Then she began thinking about the first time she met Din. How she was instantly attracted to the powerful Mandalorian in beskar; the unlikely guardian and parental figure to a child of Master Yoda's species, and the accidental ruler of Mandalore. They had gone from total strangers to lovers rather quickly. A relationship neither of them anticipated, yet curious and eager to see where it would take them. But she sensed goodness and strength in his presence, and his love for Grogu was returned tenfold.

She loves him, so very much, but being Din's romantic partner and lover was not part of her initial plan. Yet she cannot view her life without him or Grogu. Regardless of the outdated Jedi codes regarding attachments were, she will always have her Mandalorian culture and family. She never thought she would ever have to make this decision, but it's one that she feels very strongly about. Being with Din just felt natural. Their relationship is still changing, and it both excited and scared her. She was never a stranger to desire, tenderness, or yearning.

Over the years she had never given these emotions a second thought. She had been content on her own, finding quick comfort whenever she had the need for it. For her it was mainly meaningless flings with no intention, other than pure survival or stress release. She never had an interest in sharing any part of herself or her life with anyone. Up to now, all those feelings she tried to suppress during her training with Luke, came alive the moment she met Din on that space station.

What was supposed to have been a casual affair at first, their initial physical attraction had deepened quite fast into something so much more. She feels her affection for him intensify and shift with each passing day. She is afraid to lose him, and the feelings she felt towards those who had casted him out, both both enraged and saddened her. Regardless of where this relationship will take them, she is willing to risk her title of Jedi Master to create a life with this man named Din Djarin.

***

As Din watched Kia leave the cockpit, his mind wandered to more interesting, and perplexing thoughts. After the time he's spent in the old mines, Din now recognized how much he needed Kia in his life. The events on Mandalore shook him, left a mark deeper than any scar on his body. He wants to keep her safe and give her his time and closeness. If he knew the right things to say, he'd have said them by now, but he's not as good with words as she is.

He hasn't felt like this before. He knows he loves Kia, but he has no idea what to do about it. Mandalorians are caring but not overtly affectionate. He was never close enough, nor stayed long enough, with any family to have observed loving adults interact with one another. As he grew up, he was rarely at the covert and never witnessed his comrades falling in love, even though he knew some of them were married. He vaguely recalls his parents loving and caring for him, yet he can't remember how they behaved towards each other. He likes to think that they loved one another very much. So what should he do about this woman he loves?

He is a man of action. So it's strange to not be actively doing anything about these feelings he is having. In his past he would curse, shoot, break or punch in response to his emotions. His combat trainers often warned him about allowing his temper to control his actions. He gets into enough brawls, he knows he needs to avoid the ones that don't serve a purpose. But being happy, relaxed, or in love? He's never felt any of these to know how to react. Having a family or a domestic life are total mysteries to him and he knows nothing about love. Right now, perhaps it is enough to simply enjoy the sound of her laughter, or the way her mouth curves whenever she smiles. This is all he needs for now, he thinks.

***

As Kia wraps a robe around herself, she hears the clanking of metal above her and she can no longer contain herself. Stepping down the ladder, she sees the soles of Din's boots as he descend from the steps. His armor crashes with the impact of his landing. The second his feet hit the ground, Din hears her voice from behind him.

"Hello, Mando," she says seductively. She's never called him that before, he recalls to himself. But when he spins around to face her, he inhales sharply as his whole body goes stiff to the point of snapping. The sight of her leaning against the bedroom doorframe, wearing nothing but a thin white robe that's loosely tied at the front, he clenched his hands into tight fists and his chest began to heave with every deep breath he takes. "So — are you going to take off your pants? Or do I have to do it for you?"

Oh, well two can play at this game, "Are you threatening a Mandalorian?" His dark voice boomed out of his helmet's modulator.

"Oh no, of course not," she teased as she approached him rather fast, closing the gap between them in two large strides. "Are you?" She smiles up at him, planting her hands on his chest plate as she pushes him up against the ladder, her breath now fogging up his visor.

He gulps visibly, "You shouldn't taunt a bounty hunter unless you are prepared for the consequences," he growled deep, but she could sense a smile behind his helmet.

"Oh, and what are you going to do about it? Teach me a lesson?" She threatened him playfully. Her dark chuckle is a buzz of breath that fills the space beneath her and his beskar breastplate. Without warning, she reaches for his blaster that's on his hip. With lighting speed, she grips the handle and pulls it out of its holster and tosses it a few feet away from them. "Do you yield?" She asks as she inches even closer, her gaze sweeping him in a question, a challenge

"I'm still armed," Din points out darkly, gesturing to his belt and the knife in its holster by his hip. She's so close to him now, and he could easily subdue her, but he doesn't. The sudden idea of giving her the upper hand became appealing. He lets her lean in and slide the knife from its holster, tossing it in the same direction as the blaster.

He's already fully hard from the combination of adrenaline and arousal. The confident glint in her eyes and the surety of her movements, speaks to a part of him he's never experienced before. A part of him that wants to fuck her as much as he wanted to fight. To allow her to have this kind of power over him felt liberating. He laughs deeply as he clasps onto her shoulders, his grip is firm and unyielding as he backs her up against an empty storage crate. "You think you can do anything you want?"

"I said — take off your pants," the order filters through his ears and takes root in his brain. He feels himself acting on it before he's throughly processed her words. As his gloved hands move to unbutton his belt, but he pauses when she removes her robe, exposing her nakedness for him to see.

"I won't ask you again," she says in her dreadfully alluring and provoking tone. His fingers felt weak and clumsy as he unzips his pants and eases them down his hips. The darker corners of her mind whispers, staring at the obvious bulge in his underwear that is slowly emerging. "Those too."

He swallows hard but no longer has a voice or the desire to fight back. He hesitates only a millisecond before he hooks his gloved thumbs onto the hem of his underpants, tugging them down to join his breeches as his hard cock springs free. She hears a soft, unmistakable inhalation of breath from under his helmet as she leans back down onto the crate, planting the heels of her feet on the edge and spreading her legs.

"Need you," she murmurs as he desperately removes his gloves, then his helmet as it strikes the ground with a loud bang. His warm, bare hands move to grab hard onto her knees as he yanks them apart. He's powerless to resist her, releasing a soft grunt as he shifts to nudge the aching head of his cock against the slick hollow of her entrance. They love each other with the same fierceness in which they fight.

He knows he's not going to last long, so he tries to draw it out, sliding into slow, stretching her open inch by fucking inch. He can feel every velvet twitch and ridged ripple of her clenching tight around him. He's gritting his teeth and panting by the time his hips are flushed with her ass as his fingers are digging into her thigh. A perfect fit, as always.

"Don't stop," she chokes out as he utters a broken chuckle. He registers the hoarseness of her breath, her soft whimpers, and the way her thighs tremble as she holds herself open for him. He forces himself to move, more of a grind than a thrust as he rolls his hips into hers, but it's still enough to make electricity crackle in his oversensitive nerves.

He can feel the gush of wetness against his cock as he fucks her in short, shallow pumps that press him into new places deep inside her. He wants nothing more than to fill her to the rim with his seed until she's dripping and saturated with it. He wants to claim her, but he needs to feel her cum against him before he does. In this moment, he cursed her implant. He wanted to fuck a little warrior into her. To make her soft and round with his baby, so that anyone looking at her would know she was his, and that they were irrevocably bound together.

"Mine, mine, mine," he gritted out, punctuating each stuttered word with a thrust of his cock. "You are mine!"

It doesn't take long for Kia to reach her climax. "Oh, fuck," she pants, chest heaving, "Shit - I'm gonna - oh, yes, Din - '' She comes on the exhalation of his name, crying it loud enough to echo throughout the hold, filling his senses with her as her trembling pussy squeezes his cock unfathomably tight. He pushes himself inside her, as deep as he can go, his thigh plates biting into the backs of her legs, and he answers with a groan of his own as his orgasm is soon to follow.

"Marry me," he growled low as his thrusting never stopped or slowed down. "Be my Ridurr!"

"Yes, Din. I will marry you!" She sobs as he could no longer hold back. Something inside him completely fell apart when he hears her response.

"Vi kelir ba'jurir sa Mando'ade (we shall raise children as Mandalorians)," he groaned as he came harder than he ever has before. His cock twitching and pulsing as he shot thick, white ropes of his seed inside her. He coated her fluttering walls, filled her completely, and laid down his silent claim of her as he chanted her name like a prayer.

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, cyar'ika (I love you, my darling)," she says softly with a moan as he grows soft inside her.

"Gar cuyir ner kar'ta, ridurr (you are my heart, spouse)" he murmurs as he pulls out.

"Next time, maybe I'll let you win," Kia whispers with a smile and Din chuckles as he looms over her.

"Don't ever leave me," he pants.

"As long as you don't ever leave me," she breathes out.

"Never," he grunts.