The next two days continue to be lengthy and stressful. Nia hasn't stopped her duties at the clinic while Din has been busy helping in the community, not only with the repairs on his ship, but also with assisting to rebuild some of the damaged structures. Din and Nia both have agreed that whatever happened between them was meant only for that one moment in time, and would never occur again. However, each day that passes gets harder and harder to avoid the fire that's burning between them.

DIN'S POV

His mission to is to continue to view her as nothing more than a healer doing her job, but it's failing him each time he sees her walk by. It is because of his stubbornness. Even though he's used to the loneliness and misery, it gets very tiresome after awhile. And he's fucking sick of it. He has tried to avoid her, but the more he holds in his true desires, the more he wants her. He tries to push aside all of his very inappropriate thoughts, but it's not working at all! She is on his mind every minute of the day. He feels his eyes linger longer than they should on her figure whenever she walks by. He notices the way she returns his gaze each time with a gentle smile and a wink, and he admires how her skin and curvy hips are out in the open for him to explore. He's not a fool. She's doing it on purpose and it feels so painfully inviting. Her attempts to get his attention is working. Din gulps, the memory of her mouth on him is throbbing inside his head. Perhaps he should come up with an excuse to see her. Make it seem like an accident!

NIA'S POV

The Mandalorian is a curiosity and a temptation, a source of lust that is eating her up from the inside. He's appealing and enticing. The taste of him still lingers in her mouth, even after several days. She wonders if she'll ever be able to completely remove his taste from her tongue and her mind. His unexpected arrival symbolizes a signal of hope for her to give in to her desires and seek out a happier life. She's been wearing more tightly-fitted clothing recently. Every time she walks out of the clinic for a break, or to run an errand, she notices his eyes are glued to her from a distance. He was a man she could not figure out. One minute he's evading her completely, other times his helmet is fixated on her as she walked pass his workstation. As she is in the her office in the back of the clinic, working on patient records, she hears her associate calling to her.

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"Asra! The Mandalorian is here looking for you," Maya yells from down the hallway.

Nia's stomach turned, her heart rate increased, head is spinning as she hears the clanking of metal and heavy footsteps approaching her. Once he's inside the office, she hears him close the door and lock it. She feels him walk up behind her, but she doesn't turn around. He continues to move closer to her, the humid air from his breath is constructing him under his helmet. Her back is now up against his beskar chest.

She hears him remove his gloves and the gentle sound of fabric falling on the ground, followed by buttons being pressed and metal touching the desk. He had just removed his vambraces as well! When she feels him take another step closer, she freezes as he plants his hands down onto the desk on either side of her. She looks down to see a huge gash on his left hand. It doesn't appear to be an accident. It was too clean of a cut. He always wore gloves, so how did this happen?

"Din, did you cut yourself just so that you could see me? Normally I would be creeped out by this, but coming from you is rather cute," She says with a laugh as she lightly touches the cut on his hand. He doesn't speak. She feels him get even closer towards her, pinning her against the desk as his body goes rigid while she softens on the inside. She closes her eyes and within seconds, the cut is gone and no longer visible. "There, all better."

He doesn't move away. His large hands settle on top of hers on the desk. Slowly, he glides his hands upwards over her wrists, forearms and shoulders. The skin on his palms were warm and smooth. The next thing he does causes her to gasp and flinch. He moves back slightly, his hands reach up to his head. She hears a small click followed by a soft hissing sound. Then she feels a huff of hot air on the back of her neck, which gives her goosebumps. She sees him place his helmet down onto the desk beside them. His hands move to grip her waist as he buries his forehead in the crook of her neck. She feels him behind her as he presses his hard erection into her ass.

"Are you okay with this?" He whispers softly. She takes a deep breath, if they go any further, it could alter the way they behave towards each other. This was bound to happen. It needs to happen! The pressure between them was thick as it was getting very claustrophobic.

"Yes, Din," she breathes out, begging him to not stop. Then he lifts his head up to press his lips up to her ear and his deep voice sends a quiver down her spine.

"Then close your eyes," he growls, his voice coming out dark and raspy.

"Ok," she says breathlessly as she does what she's told. He nibbles at her ear and his mustache tickles her as she can feel his warm breath on her neck. "Don't open them or I'll stop. Do you understand?" He growled. His unfiltered voice is intoxicating. Deep and dark, it pours into her ears like honey.

She nods frantically as he gives her open-mouthed kisses down her neck, tongue coming out to taste her skin as he grabs her waist, pulling her closer towards his rapidly growing erection. She accepts it as she moves her hips against his, providing him with friction which causes him to groan into her neck. He doesn't even know what he's doing. He's not thinking. His mind is no longer in control of his body. They are rutting against each other like animals. His hips rocking against hers as he's never been this hard before and neither of them even undressed! He thrusts his hips against her ass and it makes them both shudder and whine each time.

"Oh, Din. I-I want to kiss you, p-please!" She begs. As if he could deny her that simple request. Her eyes squinted shut as she feels a hand grip her chin and rotates her head back towards him. Then he pressed his full, soft lips and mustache to her mouth. Although he's inexperienced, his kiss is urgent and hungry as she meet him with the same burning desire. She feels his velvet tongue against hers as she moans into him.

"I've been wanting you for so long," he groans deep into her mouth, the vibrations making her weak in the knees. He lets go of her chin so he can slide his hands up her shirt to grope her breast, pinching and rolling her nipples between expertly practiced fingers. She can't help but whimper with want, longing for his touch on her wet and throbbing cunt. She reaches down to unbutton her pants, he responds by slowly sliding one of his hands down her belly. He moves lower and lower until his hands slip inside her panties.

"I want to hear you scream," he groaned darkly into her ear as he inserts a finger inside her warm, soaked pussy, not caring whether people could hear or not. "Look at you. So fucking wet."

"I blame that on you," she moaned. Her eyes still shut as she tilts her head back against him while he rubbed her clit with his thumb. Her mouth parted as beautiful sounds escaped her throat. He needed her louder so he pushed a second finger inside. She whined as his fingers curled inside of her as he coats himself with her wetness.

"Do you like it when I do this to you?" His voice coming out more rough.

"Yes, Din. Please. Don't stop," she moans as he slips a third finger inside her as he pumps in and out of her.

"Say my name again, pretty girl, please...my real name," he begs as he picks up his pace and begins hammering his fingers in and out of her, his thumb applying more pressure onto her clit as she groans his name.

"Din, yes, oh fuck...Din, I'm g-gunna c-cum," she sobs.

"That's right. Let the galaxy know who pleasures you, sweet girl," He snarled into her ear as his pace never fucking stops.

Her breathing was ragged, and his own is uneven as it doesn't take her long before her legs started to tremble.

"Oh...Fuck, DIN!!" She cries out as he curls his fingers deep inside her and picks up his speed once again, his other hand squeezes her breast underneath her shirt. She sobs and moans as her body spasms and clenches down on his thrusting fingers. As she boldly howled and panted, he continued working her through it, draining out every last second of her orgasm. She's sure others could hear her, but in that moment, she doesn't fucking care. She arches her back against him, her body tensed and her toes curl as she cums all over him, cursing and gasping his name over and over again. Heat spreads throughout his body as he listened to her.

He didn't care about anything else than this moment right here and now. She looked absolutely beautiful as he watched her be so vulnerable, and quivering in reaction to what he is doing to her. The second she goes limp, Din pulls out from her and stuck his fingers in his mouth. She tasted utterly divine. She feels him a step back and then hears a click and a hiss.

"Can I open my eyes now?" She pants.

"Yes," his modulated voice is heard as she spins around to see his cock poking out of his pants.

"What about you?" She asked, still heaving from the intensity of the moment.

"I'm fine," he grits out shortly.

"Don't be silly. Can't have you going out there with your cock out like this. Let me take care of you," she whispers as she unzips his pants to slide her hand inside to pull his cock out. He is hard as beskar as she wraps her fingers around him. He moans as she gives him a few good pumps, brushing her finger across his swollen tip to coat her fingers with his precum.

"I-I thought...t-this was a...o-one time th-thing..." he groaned out his words as she picks up her pace.

"Shhh, it's okay. Stop thinking and relax. Just do what your told and cum for me," she says breathlessly as her hand moves up and down rapidly along his throbbing length. "Do you want me to put my mouth on you again?"

She sees him shake his head 'No' as his hips thrust into her clenched fist, his hands gripping her waist to keep her close.

"Why not? I miss your taste," she whispers into his neck, the only part that's not covered in thick material or beskar. It doesn't take him long as the sensation becomes too much for him to control what his body does next.

"Ah...too late..." he cries out as he tilted his head back and groaned as his thrusting becomes more erratic.

She uses her free hand to cup his balls as warm, thick fluid flows out into her hand. She keeps pumping him as he cursed and growls his way through. His orgasm is long and slow, but she doesn't stop as he rides out his orgasm. Din whimpers her real name a couple of times as he gradually grows soft in her hand. Hearing him say her true name is music to her ears.

She pulls out her hands and licks her fingers, "Don't hurt yourself just to come see me. You don't have to do that."

She watches as he adjusted himself to zip his pants back up and leans back against the wall. His chest heaving as he says, "Didn't think you'd be...interested to see me....if I didn't have an excuse."

"You don't need one. How about you come by my house tonight. I'll show you how interested I really am," she says seductively with a wink as she walks over to unlock the door.