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Bo-Katan just chuckles softly at that and is happy to let the subject of the Fox drop. She’s much more interested in what Din’s hands are doing anyway. She lets out another breathy sigh as he works on her other shoulder, practically melting under his touch.

He was right in that she’s been through a lot. She hasn’t even told him all of it yet. Yet it’s sweet of him to notice and try to do something about it. Few have cared for her in this manner, and it definitely didn’t go unappreciated.

She hears that hitch though and a green eye opens to peek at him. A mischievous smile on her lips when he asks that question. “Mmm hmm,” she hums in reply. Her foot continuing to move up and down his leg in a sensual fashion. Feeling a warmth starting to build inside her.

“Are you?”

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Din will be there, to listen anytime she wants to tell him more. She's honestly told him more about their people's history on Mandalore already, than most others have. It's definitely appreciated. It's certainly helped change how he though, and more importantly, felt about her.

He feels a warmth grow in him, as he feels her melt under his hands. Helped by the leg rubbing up and down his. Seeing that smile and eye, he huffs and leans down closer. Inches between them.

"I am." He says softly, before leaning back again. Two can play at this game. Finishing the shoulders, he lets his hands slide lower, massaging as they go down her back and sides Working their way down to her hips, before they make their way back north, letting his fingers find their way to massaging the sides and bottom of her breasts. "How's this."

She’s a walking encyclopedia of Mandalorian knowledge, as any Mand’alor should be. Bo-Katan always being happy to share what she knew of her culture with him. And anyone that had a genuine interest. Being able to teach Din was a joy, and him being a listening ear when talking of her past has been a comfort.

When he leans down and says that though, her eyes widen a little followed by a bright grin. Message received, apparently. And then his hands were moving. Her breath catching in her throat when he reached her hips. A shiver then running down her spine when he touched her breasts.

“Yes, more of that, please.”

She even rewards him for his efforts as her toes slide up his inner thigh and down again.

Look, he carried around a toddler for a year plus, with no babysitters he trusted. You try it and see what it does to you.

Best person to end up a room mate with. The covert taught Din a lot. But none of it included what went on on Mandalore, and aside from the basics, not much of the language either. But he's been soaking up what Bo give shim like a sponge. The good and the bad. Helping her, as much as she's helped him.

Oh he definitely caught that caught breath. That leg of hers making a shudder run through him. He's not complaining about the mutual reward. He uses his hand position to pull her up and back against his broad chest. Making his own breath hitch, as he adjusted to the feel of her against him. His hands then lifting to cup and massage her breasts, letting his thumbs brush over her tits. Just enjoying the feel of her against him, in his hands.

Eventually letting one hand work south again, swirling a finger around her belly button, before continuing south.

That he did, Bo-Katan had seen him with Grogu and how he spent so much time taking care of him. It was endearing and she tried to help him when she could. She has grown fond of Grogu herself and he seemed to take a liking to her. Though Din did need time to himself sometimes. And while she was certain he missed the little boy, he had that time now. And it was being well spent at the moment in her opinion.

She too thought that he was the best roommate she could have been put with. They had grown closer and it was encouraging on a level she never had in the previous world. All of which had been culminating to this moment.

There was no resistance when he pulled her to him. Easily settling against his chest and resting her head against him. Her hands now on his thighs. She closed her eyes and relaxed further as he massaged her breasts, causing her to gasp lightly. They were soft, and their average size fit easily in his palms. Her nipples hardening when his thumbs teased them.

Then that hand was moving lower, her belly moving as her breaths quickened. The heat in her core starting to build. Legs parting a little in invitation and anticipation.

It's true, Din's desperately needed time without the kid. Maybe that's why the kid hasn't shown up yet. To give him another chance to find his way without him, much like he did before he rescued him. Fortunately for the current time, it's come back to him quickly, much like riding a speeder. He honestly wouldn't miss this for anything right now.

If Bo had been wondering if Din was even aroused, she'd definitely be able to feel her answer when he pulls her against him. His own arousal growing. For the time being he's ignoring it, however. Focusing on just Bo and how she she feels against him, how she sounds.

The world, even the water they're standing in, fading from his thoughts as Bo becomes the only thing he cares about right now. He lowers his head to be near where her own settled on him. The helmet keeping him from doing anything of course, but she can probably feel his own hot breath escaping the lip of it.

Her breasts feel amazing in his hands, soft under his fingers as he massages them until her tits were hard under his thumbs. Giving the hard tits a gentle squeeze of their own. One hand staying on her breast to keep up it's work, as the other heads lower. That invitation won't have to wait long for it's response, hand easily sliding down between her legs. Cupping his hand over her mound, before sliding his fingers over her sensitive folds. Letting his fingers rub over them, and eventually letting them find her sensitive nub.

Well instead of a speeder, she hoped he would be riding her. His experience was definitely showing and it pleased Bo-Katan. Making her want more.

Like with him, the world was fading away. Her body coming alive in a way it hadn’t in quite some time under his touch. Her head tilting to press her cheek against the cool beskar of his helmet. Feeling the tickle of his warm breath against her neck. It was enough to make the hairs rise on the back of her neck. Making her wonder how his lips would feel on her. But that was a fantasy she would indulge later, right now the rest of him was all that mattered.

When he gently pinched her tits she let out a little squeak, jumping slightly, then laughing for about two seconds. Quickly sobering up as his hand reached between her thighs. And there it was.

His stroking fingers elicited a deep loud gasp of pleasure when they reached her clit. Back arching slightly as a thrill shot up her spine, causing her hips to push back against the arousal she had most certainly felt. Her legs parting a little more to give him better access.

It's probably that experience, that is letting Din keep some mental acuity. Even with a partner moving against him, as aroused as he is.

He's doing it for Bo. After her telling him what she went through, physically and otherwise, at the hands of Pre Vizsla. He said he'd help her relax, this is just an extension of it. Wanting to make her feel good. Giving her a reminder of how sex is supposed to be. How it's supposed to feel.

Her gasp of pleasure, as his fingers stroke her clit makes his heart skip a beat. But it's her hips pushing against him that makes him let out a deep groan of his own. Making him arousal in anticipation as her legs spread wider. But he's not going to ruin this by just taking.

"Want...to keep going?" He asks, finding his voice. His tone a breathy whisper, just loud enough for her ears only, even if they were the only ones here. If she told him no, or reacted negatively, he'd back off the idea. He can just finish her off with his fingers(because it'd be rude to just leave her hanging at this point), and finish himself off afterward.

This is incredibly sweet of him. It doesn’t completely hit her how much so until he says that. Already this far in and he’s asking her if she wants to keep going. Giving her an out despite his own need, which she can definitely feel behind her. It makes tears well up in her eyes for a moment. He wasn’t like the others.

Then in the next moment a fire roars inside her and her right hand shoots up to grasp the back of his helmet. Her left gripping his thigh while her hips rolled, grinding back against him.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she rasps into the side of his helmet. Her voice full of need and desire. That should be answer enough. Yes, she wants to keep going. She wants him.

He wants her, as much she wants him right now. But he's got enough respect, and honor to not just take what he wants. He'll always give an out. There's no honor in just taking what he wants in this situation. It's way better to have her willing.

Which fortunately for both them, she is. Bo's response to his question, gets a strangled gasp out of him, that fades to a guttural groan as his own hips jerk forward towards hers. Stoking his own fire, and making his control waver.

"I don't plan to." He responds once he gets his voice back. His hands moving to grip at her wrists, and pull her hands off as he steps back, only far enough back that he can et go of her hands, and grip her hips to spin her to face him. Then he's quickly, and easily, lifting her into his arms and then moving to set her on the edge of the pool.

One hand remains on her hip, as the other slips between them to guide himself. Letting the tip of his shaft teasingly slide between her fold, even brushing against her clit. Before guiding it to her entrance, and pressing in. His hand shifting to rest on the lip beside her, as he groans as he feels her tightness. Letting his hips roll back and forth, getting deeper inch by inch.

If there was any question in her mind about whether Din was a hot blooded male, it’s gone in an instant. Tempered only by his sense of honor it seems, which she finds extremely attractive. Once he has her obvious willingness to proceed, he quickly takes charge. Which surprises and thrills her at the same time.

Those few words of determination makes her breath catch, and it’s when his strong hands grab her wrists that she knows he’s serious. Green eyes wide with surprise and desire as he spins her around. She wasn’t used to being handled this way, not by anyone, at least not for a long time. But Bo-Katan doesn’t protest or resist, because it’s him and she trusts him.

The way he effortlessly lifts her takes her breath away. Her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, and her arms around his shoulders, as he carries her to the edge of the pool. Only letting go of him as he sits her down again. With her hands bracing herself on the pool’s edge, her legs then spread widely for him. Making it easy for Din to guide himself to his intended destination.

And then, oh stars, he’s there. Bo-Katan’s mouth gapes as she feels him pressing into her. Her body shuddering and followed by a low long moan as he slides in. Toes curling at the sensation. It’s been… a long time, and she’s nearly forgotten what it felt like. She is definitely tight though. While definitely not a virgin, it’s clearly been some time since she’s done this.

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