DIN'S POV

He had fallen asleep to the memory of her tongue gliding along his cock. It was a forbidden pleasure that he has never experienced before with anyone else. The way her dazzling blue eyes looked up at him when he moaned her nickname. She is a temptation who has entrapped him in her web of lust. Her attempts to get under his skin, to remove the layers of toughness he has built up over the years, and to make him feel weak and vulnerable has been a success. Not that he's complaining. In fact, it feels more like a shot of adrenaline whenever she's around. Giving up control is unusual for him, but for once he doesn't mind it when he's with her. She makes him feel more alive.

Now that she's had a taste of him, he wants a taste of her and to show her what he can do. It felt so personal, strange and unconventional, in spite of the fact that her touch is so comforting, irresistible, and filthy all at once. This entire situation is bizarre because he never expected or wanted this. They hardly know each other, practically complete strangers. Yet he has always viewed intercourse to be more of a survival method than simply pure pleasure. He never thought he would ever want to kiss someone all over, for hours and hours. He doesn't deserve her or her kindness. He captures people for a living. He is a bounty hunter, the most feared man in the galaxy. It is who he is. Just the sight of him causes most people to run away. Yet his intimidating appearance seems to have the opposite effect on her, which he is not accustomed to. Then a soft knock on the door wakes him from his daydreaming, he quickly puts his helmet and tries to not think about the previous night. But that's easier said than done!

NIA'S POV

She doesn't know what came over her last night. Originally, her plan was either to distract him or offer him a reward for not turning her in. It was a selfish move on her part, but it felt even better than she thought it would. It had activated something deep inside her that she thought was latent. The urge to make him whimper and moan, to see a man so closed off become so undone as a result of her actions was very powerful. She never felt that amount of dominance and passion with any of her former partners or affairs.

Her desire was confined to that specific moment in time, but there is something about him that has her seduced. He's a total mystery and a legend, which is probably the reason why she is so attracted to him. She wants to know the real him, the uncertain and anxious man beneath the armor who probably has never allowed himself to enjoy the finer things in life. Even though she has a hunger for him so ferocious that it's devitalizing, yet she knows she must put aside her urges and push back her emotions. She's seen what it can do, how easily can it blind someone and corrupt their judgment, which could lead to an unavoidable undoing. It's the responsible thing to do. She starts her morning as usual with another treatment on his leg.

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"Good morning, Mando. May I come in?"

"Yes," he replied timidly as she enters the room, but doesn't look at him as she moves the stool towards him.

"Today you should be able to walk with your armor. I'm sure you're happy about that," she says sits down with her crystal and begins the process. She uncovering his injured leg, but before her hand touched his skin, she can sense a strong feeling of nervousness coming from him.

"Is everything alright?"

"Uh...about last night..." he begins to say, but clears his throat and takes a deep breath before continuing. "Thank you."

"Oh. You're welcome."

"I know that was a...one time thing."

"Yes, it was," she replied as she lowers her hand down onto his leg. This time the pain was hardly noticeable, some tingly feeling and pressure, but not much else. As she works her way up the same path towards his hip, his heart began to pound rapidly and his body turns to steel.

She eventually opens her eyes and says, "All done. This should help you walk today. Tonight could be the last time we have this treatment. You've come a long way. I'll have Caid bring in your breakfast. Do you need any assistance with putting your armor on?"

"No. You've already done more than I can ask."

She smiles, she never thought he would actually be complimenting her like this. Has last night changed his attitude?

She stands up and walks over to the door, but before she opens it she says, "How often have you used that saber?"

"Once."

"Oh my. Then maybe I should show you how to use it."

"No need. Weapons are part of my religion."

"Ah, well of course they are. Once you're ready, meet me in the woods. About 100 yards north from Jack's nysillin farm on west side of town. Let's see how good you really are," she invites him with a smile before exiting the room.

DIN'S POV

Too easy, he thought to himself as she left the room. He will be entirely encased in beskar. Even on his worst day, he has never been defeated by anyone. After a breakfast of eggs and bacon, he takes a quick shower before getting dressed in his armor. Piece by piece, the legendary Mandalorian bounty hunter in beskar is finally returning to his original terrifying glory.

After getting out of the refresher, he first puts on his thin underclothes, then his thick flight suit and heavy boots. Next he begins attaching his beskar chest plate, back plate, wrist vambraces and gloves, shoulder pauldrons and thigh plates to himself. Afterwards he puts on his belt, tucks his vibroknife in one of the boots, holsters his favorite blaster pistol to his hip, securely fastens a few grav-charges and thermal detonators to his utility strap, then attaches his beskar spear and jet pack onto his back. Finally, he affixes the darksaber to his belt.

Now fully armored, he reaches inside one of his pockets to pull out the silver shift knob, feeling better knowing that it's safely put away, he returns the knob back inside it's hiding place, then steps out into the clinic's front office area. Upon entering the waiting room, Caid freeezes in place at the sight of the infamous Mandalorian in beskar approaching him. It feels so restorative to be himself again and he wonders how Asra would react to seeing him like this, especially since she's seen him mostly armor-less in recent days. Upon exiting the clinic, he wastes no time and heads out into the woods to search for Asra. Once he locates her deep in the woods, he is quite dazzled by what he sees.

NIA'S POV

Like any highly-trained Mandalorian, he's confident and arrogant. Yet he's never met anyone like her before. When she leaves the clinic, she walks out into the early morning air as the sun hasn't yet risen. She sees several male residents walking towards her carrying common household items in their hands.

One man has a broken bed post made of metal, another has something that looks like a handmade wooden spear, and a third man is holding a wooden club, but there's a teenaged boy who seems to be holding a large vibrosword that's just as big as he is. Oh maker! They are brave. She thought to herself as she opens the front door to her home and walks inside.

She quickly changes into her tan tunic with long sleeves, dark brown pants and black heavy boots, then puts on her belt before collecting her weapons. She attaches her beskar spear to her back and vambraces to her wrists, then holsters her blaster pistol to her hip, tucks a dark blue blindfold in her pocket, then secures her lightsaber to her belt before exiting out into the fungal forest of the Felucian jungle.

Once she has arrived at the open clearing in the wooods, out of sight of the villagers, she puts on the dark blue blindfold over her eyes and begins her concentration on the Force. She stands still, letting the energy flow through her. She can feel every tree, animal, and insect nearby. With her eyes closed, she can see the tree in front of her through the Force. Gripping the tilt of her lightsaber, she unsheathed it and ignites the teal blade with a loud hum. A Jedi's lightsaber is a Jedi's life. She remembers Master Kenobi's words long ago during a training exercise at the Temple on Coruscant.

She spins around as fast as a hurricane, slicing the juvenile mushroom stalk in half. She whirls around again, releases her saber as she twirled in a circle to catch it with her dominant hand. Another deep breath leaves her nostrils as she rotates in a circle once more, narrowly missing a large boulder as her saber whirls and echoes in the silent forest. She sends a kick through the air, spinning around and kicking with her back leg. She spars with an imaginary opponent through the air before dipping and swirling her leg along the forest floor. She can feel the dirt and twigs brush up against the soles of her boots as she spins around.

As she landed back on her feet, she feels a familiar presence creeping up on her from behind. She spins around once more before pointing the turquoise glowing blade straight under the chin of the man who's been sneaking up on her, being very careful not to slice his neck in half.

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"Impressive," a deep modulated voice doomed through a thick beskar helmet.

A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she says, "Let's see what you got, Mandalorian."

Feeling highly optimistic, the armored warrior unsheathed the darksaber from his belt and ignites it, but he was soon to be proven incredibly wrong. She moves her body so swiftly, it's almost like she's not human, and he does his best to dodge her strikes, but it's becoming increasingly difficult. His leg barely hurts this morning, so he can't blame it on his injury. She leaves him panting as she attacks and pounces at him with every step. Still blindfolded as she whips around him and blocks his every strike.

"Can you feel the pull?!" She cries out as their sabers clash together with a loud buzz.

"Yes," he breathes out.

"That is why your saber was created, to combat a Jedi's lightsaber," she pants as she twirls around again and again. He has the speed and his blocking is improving as they spar, but his attacks are not synchronized. A Jedi anticipates their opponent and focuses on defense whether than attack. As a Mandalorian, he uses his opportunities to inflict the most damage or to cause his enemy to surrender.

They continue to dip and dive around each other, their sabers striking the ground or the trunks of the surrounding mushroom trees, draining Mando of his energy. He eventually collapses on the ground with her on top of him, both of their chests are rising and falling with each deep breath they take. Her small hands gripping his thick forearms, her legs on either side of his hips, holding him down.

"Looks like I got the upper hand this round, Mando," she huffs as she reached up with one hand to pull up her blindfold over her forehead. She returns her grip, staring at him as her breath fogs up his visor. "Do you remember our deal? I ask you a question and you must answer honestly."

"I remember," he says as he stares at her, unable to get rid of the feeling of her mouth on him from the previous night.

"Where are you from?"

"Aq Vetina."

"Oh, very interesting," she smiles down at him, her warm center firmly pressed against his crotch at they lay on the forest floor. To force himself to block out the filthy images of her on her knees, he grabs her ankles to toss her to the side and flipping her over. She drops her lightsaber as he climbs on top of her this time. Now that their positions have reversed, she tries to hit him but he quickly grabs her wrists to pin them above her head with one hand. With his free hand he grips her throat, not hard, but firm enough where he can feel her Adam's apple as she shallows.

"Now it's my turn. Who are you really?" He says in his dark voice.

"My real name is..." she begins to say but pauses for a moment, astonishing herself by what she's about to say. "....Nia Senn, but I was also called Yavana Lonch."

Yavana Lonch from the Fighting Corps.

That's why that name sounded so familiar to him. They were kids together long ago! The thin blonde girl who always kept to herself and hardly spoke a word to anyone. The silent woman who one day left the covert without a trace. He released her throat and stood up, looming over her as she laid on the floor.

"Is that how you know The Tribe?"

"That's two questions, but I think you already know that answer. Don't you?" She says but doesn't give him time to respond as she swipes her feet across the floor, knocking the unprepared Mandalorian over on his back with a loud metallic thump. She climbs back on top of him and pins him down onto the dirt once again.

"I've told you my real name, a name I have not used since I was ten years old. Are you going to tell me yours, Mando? Or do I have to fight it out of you?"

He doesn't respond right away. He gulps visibly before regaining his sense of assertiveness, "Is this all you got?"

"Don't make me toss your voluptuous steel across this forest," she whispered into his dark T-shaped visor, but it was more of a tease than an actual threat.

Seeing him completely armored in his shiny beskar for the first time, watching how he fights with such speed and power has her begging for more. Even though she tried to keep her attention to the fight, she let her eyes wander over the traditional Mandalorian diamond in the center of his chest plate, the numerous shapes sprouting from it, the skull of a mudhorn on his left shoulder pouldron, and his broad frame as she pins him to the ground.

She reaches over her head to unsheath her beskar spear from behind her back, but when she was about to touch it, he grabs her shoulders and flips her over again vertically. While in midair, she takes out her pistol. The moment she falls onto the ground above his head, she aims her gun at his helmet before he could react.

"You're faster than most," he pants.

"Are you going to tell me your name?"

"Fine," he says as he takes a long inhale and exhale. "Din Djarin."

She freezes. Hands trembling at those words. Then she rolls over on her stomach and quickly gets to her feet as he does the same. Her remarkable memory reminds her of the boy he once was.

"You're that angry boy who was always getting into fights with that other kid...Paz was it?" She asked. "Thick brown hair and dark brown eyes, right? You still have that temper I see."

He responded with soft snicker, almost a chuckle.

"Did you just laugh?"

"No."

"Don't lie to be Djarin."

He didn't answer her as he takes several steps forward. He doesn't stop until she is forced to back up against the trunk of a mushroom tree. He's so close to her. He swiftly moves his good leg in between her things, intruding on the space between her legs. She can feel his chest rising and falling as he pins her against his beskar armor. Even through his many thick layers of fabric and steel plates, he can feel her warm body against him. Neither one of them try to move. Then, she closes her eyes and bares her throat to him, begging for his touch. He removes one of his gloves and wraps his fingers around her throat, his grip is gentle yet unyielding.

"Why did you leave?" He asked.

"Philosophical differences," she replied shortly.

Suddenly they get interrupted by the sounds of blaster fire followed by an explosion. They both step away from each other as they hear people screaming and yelling.

"Shit!" She cries out. "Looks like we'll have to resume this at a later time, Din Djarin," she says as she picks up her lightsaber.

"I need to ask that you keep my name a secret," he asked as he puts his glove back on.

"I will as long as you do the same for me," she asked as he nods in agreement.

Playtime is over!