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Maker, it was cold.
Of course, you only had yourself to blame for this one. Forcing the Mandalorian to travel at sub-light speed was bound to attract the wrong kind of attention. The New Republic had accosted you shortly after starting your travels with the Mandalorian, and after a dangerous (and according to the kid, fun) chase, you had crash landed through the ice.
Now you were stuck on this Maker forsaken ice cube of a planet, with no way out, no heat, and the precious eggs you were carrying for your employer were at risk of expiring. You, quite frankly, were in a huge, huge pile of shit.
Staring up at the ceiling of the wrecked Razor Crest (how exactly was Mando flying this thing around in the first place? It was absolutely ancient), you were beginning to fume. The Mandalorian was refusing to begin repairs on the ship, even after desperately explaining to him that you needed to get these eggs to Trask immediately.
“Too cold. I’ll begin repairs in the morning,” he had muttered stiffly, drawing his cape closer around him as he appeared to be settling in for the night.
“This temperature is going to damage the eggs!” you had huffed. “Not to mention your kid has already eaten a few! If I lose any more, I’m going to lose my job!” You had gestured wildly to the sensors on the egg pod that indicated their health; they were getting dangerously low.
“You’ll find another.”
You had internally screamed, but you were only brave enough to give Mando’s back a heated glare. No, you most certainly would not find another. Transporting specialty cargo, be it fragile, rare, or, well, illegal, was just about all you were good at. Trading secrets for shady transport, bargaining for reduced rates to board New Republic ships, you were good at what you did. You weren’t about to be blacklisted because of some lazy Mandalorian and his mischevious, green kid.
Now, hours later, sitting here in the dark, listening to the even, slow breaths of the sleeping Mandalorian, you were getting antsy, angry, and bored. You decided to take a walk around the ship, see if you could find anything that may salvage the remaining eggs.
After strapping the egg pod to your back (you certainly weren’t going to trust the kid around the eggs unsupervised), you quietly climbed out of the gaping hole in the side of the Crest, watching the Mandalorian carefully as you did. Abruptly waking him would certainly make him even grumpier than he already was.
“Hmm,” you said thoughtfully. You knew this planet, Maldo Kreis, but only in passing it during your other transports. Wait, you suddenly seemed to recall seeing warm spots on the radar; perhaps there was one nearby? If you could camp out someplace warm, the eggs may recover enough for Mando to fix the ship and make it to Trask.
You decided to pick one of the cave entrances at random and hope for the best. Luckily there was plenty of snow cover to preserve your tracks, should you get lost inside.
“Fuck, it’s cold,” you grumbled to yourself, pulling the blanket that the Mandalorian had practically thrown on you earlier around you tighter. How was Mando not freezing his ass off? You had to assume the beskar kept him somewhat warm, but surely it couldn’t keep away all of the chill. As you trudged along the winding path carved in the ice cave, your mind slowly began to wander, thinking of other ways the Mandalorian could keep warm…
You shook yourself. Maker, why in the world were you thinking of that? Well, okay, you knew exactly why you were thinking of him like that, even with his pissy attitude. After spending just a few hours with him, you could tell that Mando was a force to be reckoned with. The way in which he carried himself was…impressive. You eyed him boarding the Crest at Peli’s, not oblivious to the way his ass looked in his flight suit. You bit your lip, thinking of the way it would feel in your hands as he was on top of you, pushing deeper-
Kriff, it had been a long time. You needed to get laid. Perhaps on Trask there would be a lonely captain in one of the cantinas…
Wait, was the air getting warmer? You rounded a corner and yes, you could definitely feel the air becoming warmer and more humid. You trudged a few meters further along, until you passed through a large opening.
You breathed a sigh of relief. You had entered a huge chamber filled with varying sizes of steaming pools. Running over to the nearest one, you leaned down and carefully dipped your hand in; yes, the perfect temperature to warm the eggs, and yourself.
Smiling to yourself, you began to strip yourself of clothing, all thoughts of the Mandalorian and the possibility that he may find you here slipping from your mind…
———
Din suddenly shot up in his small makeshift bed, drawing his blaster in less than a second.
It took him a bit more than a second to realize what had woken him. He blinked his eyes a few times, looking around. The Child had been tugging at the cape around his neck, cooing loudly. He now looked as if Din had just struck him, his large eyes looking frightened.
“Sorry kid, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Din said softly, picking the Child up and cradling him in his arms. “Shh. Try and go back to sleep. We’ll be out of here in the morning.”
Consolation seemed to be doing nothing to ease the Child’s fear. He was practically yanking on Din’s neck, babbling and gurgling even more frantically.
“What is it, bud?” Din asked. He rarely saw the Child like this, and when he did, it didn’t usually mean good news.
Din’s eyes scanned the room, searching for a threat. Besides the freezing temperatures and damage to his ship, Din thought sourly, everything seemed to be in order.
Until his eyes fell on the spot where you had been sleeping.
“Fuck,” Din groaned. “Where did she go, kid? Did you see her leave?”
Seeming to calm down now that Din had understood him, the Child just gazed up at him with large eyes, cocking his head slightly.
Sighing, Din said, “Well I guess even if you had seen her leave, you wouldn’t be able to tell me, would you?”
The Child put his hand up to Din’s helmet.
“Alright buddy, stay here, and I mean it, and I’ll go find…er….” Din trailed off. He didn’t even know your name. Not that he really cared to know; making friends and remembering names was not really something Din did. Knowing that your employer’s mate possibly had information regarding other Mandalorians was all Din cared to know about this exchange.
The fact that you were incredibly sexy was also something Din shouldn’t care about. However, being in close proximity with you for last twelve hours, it was difficult not to notice.
Once the temperature had dropped in the Crest after the crash landing, he had been busy digging through his remaining supplies when he had turned to offer you a small cup of caf. His breath had caught in his throat. Standing against the wall of the ship, shivering and rubbing your hands together to keep warm, your nipples were hard under your tight shirt, and were very noticeable. Thank the Maker for this helmet, he had thought, because he couldn’t take his eyes off your gorgeous tits. He had quickly turned back around, practically slamming the cup of caf back down and had began to rummage for a spare blanket.
“Here,” he had said gruffly, throwing the blanket towards you and quickly spinning back around. If he saw your breasts for even a second longer, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop himself from throwing himself at you.
“Uh, thanks?” You had said, shaking the blanket open and draping it around your shoulders.
Din had only grunted in response, all coherent thought gone, only able to imagine what you would feel like naked on top of him, riding him while his hands snaked up your sides to play with your perfect, rosy nipples…
“Get it together, man,” Din thought presently, shaking his head. This was clearly not the time to be imagining himself fucking some woman he didn’t even have a name for. He had to find you, quickly, before the New Republic came back for them, or whatever creatures inhabited this planet decided to make you all their dinner. He recalled his close encounter with a Wampa back on Hoth while hunting a bounty years ago. No, he thought, he most certainly did not want another repeat of that situation.
Ducking through the hole in the side of the Crest, Din scanned the area for any sign of the girl. Surely she couldn’t have gone far, it was freezing and she had only taken the egg pod and blanket with her.
“Aha,” Din said, spying her footprints in the deep snow near a small opening in the ice shelf. He hoped that she was smart enough to stay close to the ship.
Following your footsteps through the winding cave, the sensors in his helmet indicated that he was nearing a hot spot in the cave system. Had you known it was here?
“Smart girl,” he smiled to himself. In your line of work, surely you had come across this planet once or twice, so you must have known these warmer areas existed here. So nice of you to share that information with him, he thought sarcastically.
Just a few meters ahead, he noticed a larger opening in the ice wall. Jogging the last steps, he found himself in a large chamber filled with hot spring pools.
Dank. Farrik.
He stopped in his tracks. There you were, floating on your back in one of the larger hot springs, completely naked.
Din felt himself immediately grow hard. Fuck, you looked ethereal, floating in the cloudy water, your hair spread around you like a halo. He saw your breasts, as perfect as he had imagined them, peeking out from under the surface, your nipples hard in the cooler air above the water.
He roughly palmed himself through his pants once, faintly registering that this was decidedly not an appropriate thing to be doing, but unable to help himself. A small whimper emerged from his lips, thinking of how warm and wet your body would feel in his hands.
Of course, this was when you decided to sit upright, turning with a blissful look on your face, to stare right into his heavy gaze.
———
“Eep!” You squeaked, desperately trying to cover yourself, noticing Mando hovering by the entrance to the hot spring chamber.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean-that is, I was trying to find you,” Mando finished lamely. You could sense the awkwardness in the way he was standing there. He almost looked as if he was in pain.
“I thought you were asleep,” you sputtered, your arms crossed over your chest as you covered your breasts with your hands. Luckily the water was a bit cloudy, so you weren’t worried about everything being open to his gaze. But you had been floating on your back in the water, your breasts exposed above the surface; how long had he been there? Maker, you were embarrassed. “I thought I’d be able to get back before you woke up.”
“The kid, he was, uh, worried about you. He woke me up,” Mando said, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. He was looking anywhere but you. For that, you supposed, you should be grateful.
“Oh. I didn’t even know he liked me much,” you mumbled. “I thought he was more interested in these eggs.” You gestured to the eggs floating in the water around you. Hopefully the hot water bath would be sufficient to keep them alive until you and the Mandalorian were able to get out of here. Unless that little womp rat kept eating them, and if that happened then you were going to make it everyone’s problem.
“I think he likes you a lot,” Mando said quietly, and suddenly you weren’t sure he was talking about the kid anymore.
Not one to dance around the subject, you grinned up seductively at the Mandalorian. The warm soak in the pool had done wonders for your mood.
“He does, or you do, Mando?” You unfolded your arms, letting them gently tread the water around you. Hopefully it came across as sexy; you hadn’t exactly seduced anyone for a long while.
“Um, well, he does, absolutely,” Mando said clumsily, slowly walking closer to the spring you were bathing in. Maker, he looked fucking hot when he moved. Strong, confident, and daunting. Exactly how you liked your men. He stopped near your pile of clothes, glancing down and taking notice of the lacy chest band laying on top. He seemed to come to a decision in that moment.
“Pity,” he murmured. “Would’ve loved to have seen this on you.”
You gulped. This was certainly turning a different direction faster than you had expected. Mando seemed…not inexperienced, really (how could he be with a saunter like that?), but definitely seemed more cautious and hesitant than most men you had flirted with. You had figured getting him to fuck you was going to take a lot more than one flirtatious comment.
“Well, next time then,” you crooned, raising yourself above the water a bit. He couldn’t see everything, yet, but you hoped that glimpsing the tops of your breasts would be enough to get things going even faster.
It seemed to work. Mando’s helmet slowly tipped down to look at you. He cocked his head to one side. “Would like-would like to see something else even more,” he stuttered, kneeling down in the cold snow surrounded the rocky pool.
You crawled closer to him, fluttering your lashes and praying to the sweet Maker that you didn’t look like a sweaty fool right now.
“Then why don’t you get in here with me and take a closer look?”
“C-can’t,” Mando said, “can’t take off the helmet. You can’t see me.”
“What if I promise to be a good girl, and not look?” you purred. You really, really wanted him in here with you. Fucking him in the cold snow, or back on the even colder Razor Crest didn’t sound appealing.
Mando stared down at you.
“Put those eggs away,” he commanded. “And then close your eyes.”
Fuck he was sexy when he was bossy. You quickly gathered up the eggs and placed them back in the pod. The pod sensors were reading normally again, thank the Maker. You gently placed them close by the pool. Then, fluttering your eyes shut, you lifted yourself up slightly more, your breasts fully emerged now, your nipples already hard from excitement but hardening even further in the cool air. You brought your hand up to one to gently tease it.
“Fuck, you’re naughty, aren’t you,” Mando breathed. You felt his gloved hand come down and move yours out of the way so he could caress your breast, brushing his thumb over the tight bud. You moaned, breath starting to come heavier now. His hand felt so much better than yours. “Fuck,” he said again. “D-damnit, give me a second here.”
Keeping your eyes closed, you heard something tearing, and when a piece of fabric touched your eyelids you realized he must have ripped your long sleeve shirt to make a small strip to place over your eyes. Damn, this was hot. You had never been this turned on before, before things had really even gotten started. You bit your lip, struggling not to jump out of the water and on top of him this moment.
You started to hear pieces of metal clanging on the ground, and realized Mando must be undressing himself. Fuck, you couldn’t wait to feel his skin. Well, you hoped it was skin, and not scales, but at this point you were so turned on you didn’t think you’d care what you felt as long as it had a humanoid dick.
“Fuck please Mando, hurry-,” you pleaded, bringing your hand up to your nipple, caressing it in the same manner he had, but it was no where near as good.
“I’m-fuck-I’m trying,” he grumbled, “but you’re-ngh-distracting me.”
Finally you heard a small splash, signaling that he had entered the pool with you. You reached your arms out towards him, and when your hands made contact with warm, not-scaly skin, you moaned.
“Touch me, please, Mando-,” you pleaded, your hands running up his chest to find strong, broad shoulders and further along his neck, the tips of curly hair.
As if he had been waiting for your invitation, he moaned and large, rough hands grabbed onto your hips. Fuck, he felt good already, his hands kneading your soft, warm skin. You pulled him in closer, your hands snaking further up into his hair, grabbing onto the soft locks as you breathed heavily.
“Ngh-fuck-you f-feel so good,” Mando breathed into your ear, his hands traveling down to your ass to grab and pull at you. “So-so soft and w-warm.”
“Mmm, let me warm you up Mando,” you said, turning towards his ear so you could nibble him there. If the choking noise was anything to go by, you thought he quite liked it.
“Fuck,” Mando groaned, hands flying from your ass to grab your face. Without warning, his lips came crashing onto yours, and you thought you just might explode into fire. This, this was a kiss, you thought. His lips moved in sync with yours, biting and sucking until you felt his tongue pleading for entrance. Opening your mouth, you teased him with your tongue, swirling over soft lips, until your tongues met and you could swear you were floating out of the cave, off the planet, high on bliss.
“Can I-can I tell you something,” Mando mouthed against your lips.
“Anything,” you breathed. If he wanted to confess he was actually part rancor right now, you thought you just might let him and still continue kissing him.
“I’ve-uh-I’ve never kissed anyone before.”
You pulled away, hopefully looking up at him. “What?” You said incredulously. Surely a man who could kiss like that had had some practice.
“Does that-I mean-was it…am I…bad?”
“Mando. Trust me. You kiss any woman like that, and she won’t know the difference between up and down. No woman is going to even think about whether or not you’re experienced.”
“I don’t think I much want to kiss other women,” Mando murmured, beginning to mouth at your neck. You suddenly couldn’t remember your own name. “I don’t think I want to think about other women at all.” He began planting soft kisses down your neck, your collarbone, drifting lower and lower until he found the pink buds he had been searching for. He gently suckled on your breast, his tongue flicking over your sensitive nipple, making you moan and writhe in his arms. He tightened his arms around you, holding you in the exact place he wanted you.
“Fuck, Mando, you keep this up I’m going to come right now,” you said breathlessly, your hands finding their way back to his hair.
“That doesn’t sound like a bad thing,” he said. You could feel him smiling, so you tugged his head back towards you mouth to capture him in another searing kiss. Damn, you did not want this to end. He hadn’t even fucked you yet and you knew he had ruined other men for you.
“Enough,” Mando said gruffly, wrenching his lips from yours.
“Am I doing something wrong?” You asked coyly.
“I need more,” he replied, moving his lips once again down your neck and heading towards your breasts. You moaned in response, your breathing becoming ragged when you noticed he was heading even further down this time. He pushed you down to lay halfway out of the pool, your legs resting on his shoulders, your body laying across the pile of clothes you had left nearby. His lips were softly kissing your bellybutton, his tongue peeking out to trace a line further down. He stopped and gently mouthed the line between your belly and your thigh.
“Oh, please, please don’t stop,” you panted, your voice sounding foreign to yourself. Never in your life had you begged a man like this. Usually you were the one calling the shots, commanding a man to do exactly what you needed to get off as quickly as possible. Now, you wanted this to go on for as long as possible.
Instead of responding, Mando simply closed his mouth around your clit. Maker, it felt so, so divine. He knew exactly what to do with his tongue, sweeping slow circles around the sensitive bud, gently sucking and blowing in all the right places. Your breathing came faster, squirming in his grasp as he held more firmly onto your thighs.
“Ngh-taste s-so good,” Mando moaned into your pussy, his lips barely leaving your skin. “Fuck you’re so fucking wet, soaking my face.”
“So good, Mando, you’re so g-good,” you gasped, your hands desperately clinging to his hair to keep you from floating right off this planet. “Gonna-gonna come-“
“Fuck, yes come for me, come right on my fucking tongue-,” Mando groaned, his fingers digging so hard into your thighs you were sure there would be bruises tomorrow. You didn’t care. Mando gave one last deep, hard swirl around your clit with his tongue, and at the same time sunk two thick, rough fingers into your messy hole.
You think you blacked out.
Your orgasm crashed down on you fast, you couldn’t even prepare yourself for it. Your back arched off the ground, your legs trembling and squeezing the Mandalorian’s head between them. Stars were dancing behind the blindfold, and as you came down from the best orgasm you ever had, the Mandalorian had just two words for you:
“Fucking sexy,” he murmured, his hands massaging your hips, encouraging you to come back to reality slowly. “You look fucking sexy when you come.”
You just whimpered, your hands caressing his face, feeling soft lips and a small mustache. You knew this man was sexy as hell, you just wished you could see.
“Fuck, Mando, that was, without a doubt, the best orgasm I have ever had,” you sighed dreamily. “How can I ever repay you?”
“Hmm, I’m sure I can come up with something…”
You grinned, lifting yourself up and standing, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. He brought his mouth down to kiss you, the taste of you and him mingling in both of your mouths. Deep in Mando’s throat you heard the tiniest of whimpers; you knew he was painfully hard and needed you badly. He drew himself closer, and you could feel the length of him pulsing against your belly, leaking with need.
“What’s this?” You said, sliding your hand down his body to grasp him. Fuck, he was huge; you weren’t sure that you’d ever been with a man this big before. You lightly swept your hand along his length, relishing in the small sounds and breaths of contentment he made.
“Nghhh, that feels so good,” he groaned in your ear, bringing his own hand down to guide yours up and down his length. You grazed your thumb across the head, smiling when he choked on his next words and instead sunk his teeth into your shoulder.
“Need you inside me Mando,” you whined, kissing his chest, your tongue coming out to lick at his salty skin.
Giving you one last passionate kiss, he spun you around and bent you over the ledge of the pool. You heard him spit into his palm, running his hand up and down his length a few times.
“Fuck, you ready?” He said darkly, bringing his fingers to your hole to check if you were still soaked from your previous orgasm. “Mmm, yeah, I think you are. Pretty fucking thing, soaked and ready for me.”
What the fuck; this man had barely said two words to you the entire flight, and now absolute filth was spilling from his mouth. You just whimpered in response, sticking your ass out further to entice him to move more quickly. He practically growled in response, taking a hold of you and plunging his thick, hard cock into you in one thrust.
Fuck, he was huge. He was stretching you out in ways you didn’t even know you could stretch, the tip of his cock reaching that spot in you that drove you crazy. He began moving slowly, barely letting any of his cock leave your soaked, warm pussy.
“P-perfect,” he choked out, “this pussy was made for me.”
You could only moan in response, too blissed out to be able to form a complete thought. You brought your hand up to your breast, pinching your nipple between your fingers.
He must have seen that. “Fuck, yes, keep doing that,” he moaned, and he brought two fingers down to your clit, rubbing tight, hard circles over your already overly sensitive bundle. To return the favor, you reached your own hand between your legs, cradling his heavy, taut balls, gently massaging them.
“Oh FUCK,” he gasped, “yes, baby, fuck, yes-”
He began fucking you in earnest, his cock ramming you hard and fast, the force of it pushing you up against the ledge hard. You could barely think straight; this man knew how to fuck.
“Mando, it’s so g-good, gonna come-gonna come again,” you screamed, breathing so ragged you felt like you were in the middle of a marathon.
“Nghhh-wait, fuck, wait for me, I’m almost there-”
But you couldn’t. Your pussy clenched as his cock hit you perfectly in your G-spot, right as his rough fingers pushed hard on your clit. Your second orgasm was just as powerful, if not more, than the first. Just as you felt the wave crest, you could feel Mando coming deep within you, his hard length pulsing inside of you, pushing his cum deep. Your body went limp, hanging over the edge of the pool while his strong arms held your upper body.
You both lay there, panting, trying to process what the fuck just happened.
“Was that…was that good for you?” Mando asked, sounding uncharacteristically nervous and shy.
“I’m-that was-well…yes,” you mumbled, half-registering that what you said sounded incredibly lame, too cock-drunk to be able to speak.
“I’ve never done that before.”
Your brain was just beginning to work again, and you had to think for a few seconds to process what he said.
“What, like eating pussy? Fucking a woman from behind?”
“No. Like…the whole thing,” he whispered, his head coming down to your shoulder, as if he was embarrassed.
“You…you were…a virgin?” You asked, shocked. No way. No fucking way did this man just lose his virginity to you. First he had shocked you with the “first kiss” confession, but a virgin? That was a mind-blowing, hot, passionate session of sex. Maybe a little quick, but for how wound up you both were from this whole situation, you hadn’t been surprised. Well, now maybe that made a little more sense. You picked yourself up and turned towards him, hopefully looking up at his face.
“Um…well…yes,” he said. “I hope I wasn’t awful.”
“Fucking, Maker, Mando, that was amazing,” you said, bringing your hands up to his face, and pulling him in for a kiss. He moaned in your mouth, his tongue coming out to taste yours again. Fuck, you knew you were never going to recover from this. Any partner after this was going to pale in comparison.
“You were amazing too,” he said bashfully. “I’m glad my f-first was you.”
You felt your heart swell. You combed your fingers through his hair, kissing him softly on the mouth.
“Thank you for trusting me to be your first,” you whispered. “I really do feel honored. And quite frankly, I can’t believe you even were a virgin. You fuck like a machine.”
Mando chuckled.
“Funny you say that,” he said. “I kind of have a thing about droids.”
He kissed you briefly once more, then you heard him pulling himself from the pool. A few moments later, you felt the blindfold come off your eyes. You blinked a few times, registering that he was back in his beskar, helmet included. He reached a hand out to you, helping you out of the pool.
“We better get back to the kid,” he said, sounding fully back to business. But you knew better; the “T” of his visor was focused directly on your fully exposed breasts, glistening with water from the pool and sweat.
“Right,” you said, pulling your clothes back on. He seemed fascinated with your body; the helmet moving up and down your form while you dressed. You gave him a few flirty smiles, turning around when pulling up your pants so he could get a better view of your ass. You were fairly certain you heard a very masculine noise coming from the helmet.
Placing the egg pod on your back, you both turned to your trail of footprints and began heading back.
———
Once back to the ship, you found the kid sleeping peacefully in a bundle of blankets that had been carelessly tossed on the ground. Suddenly you felt exhausted; walking to and from the ice cave and being fucked out of your mind by quite possibly the sexiest man you had ever met had left you drained.
Noticing your yawns, Mando said, “Get some sleep. I’ll start on the repairs. Hopefully it’ll be done by morning.”
“Don’t need to tell me twice,” you muttered. You picked the kid up gently, and nestled yourself into the bundle of blankets, pulling your own over you and the kid. “‘Night, Mando.”
“Sweet dreams.”
———
A few hours later, you awoke to feeling…warm?
“Hey, you awake?” came the modulated voice of the Mandalorian.
“I am now,” you yawned. “Is the ship fixed?”
“Barely, but we should be able to hobble our way to Trask. We’re heading out now, I need you and the kid strapped in the cockpit so we can take off.”
Thank the Maker, you thought. You plucked the kid up, scrambling up the ladder to the cockpit. As you strapped the both of you in, Mando came up and began preparing to leave.
“Alright, here we go,” he said, very businesslike. Your cheeks began to warm as you remembered what had happened last night. You hoped he was thinking of it too…
———
You made it to Trask with no further complications, thankfully. You noticed your employer’s husband from across the dock, and you, Mando, and the kid walked over, ready for this nightmarish (albeit…exciting) trip to be over.
As you handed the eggs over, the Mandalorian introduced himself to your employer’s husband. You stood by awkwardly, trying to decide how you could politely excuse yourself and find the ship that was to take you to your next contract.
Sensing your discomfort, Mando said, “Excuse me a moment. I’ll have to say goodbye to your eggs’ caregiver here.”
Guiding you by the small of your back, Mando found a less crowded area on the dock.
“Well, I guess this is goodbye then,” you said, looking up into the “T” of his visor. Goodbyes weren’t really something you did while on a job; this was unchartered territory.
“Yes,” he said shortly. His fingers were fidgeting, and you desperately wished you could know what he was thinking.
“Thanks. For everything, Mando,” you said, thinking to hell with it and throwing your arms around his shoulders, planting a quick peck on the cheek of his helmet. “Especially for the amazing fuck,” you whispered for his ears only.
Mando made a guttural noise. You figured he probably wasn’t quite expecting that.
“Uh, well, yes, um….you’re-you’re welcome,” he sputtered. “See you soon. I hope.”
“Me too, Mando. Me too.”