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It’s here it’s here!!! Everyone go read!!! 🚌🏃🏻‍♀️

The Morning Commute: one

pairing: javi p x reader

rating: 18+ (mdni)

word count: 3k

chapter summary: javi and steve make a discovery about the medellín cartel. you have a bumpy start to your week at the dea.

chapter warnings: canon-typical threat and violence, character death, gunshot injury, references to dialogue from the 1994 movie speed (which i don't claim to own!), pov switching, reader has a surname for the purposes of the story (it's the surname of sandra bullock's character in speed, which is Porter), no use of y/n.

a/n: ahh, it's here! thank you for all of the interest in this series already, i can't quite believe it! thank you to @burntheedges for beta reading in the middle of a move!

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dividers by @thecutestgrotto

“Alright,” Steve’s drawl reached Javi’s ear from the passenger seat. They had been sitting in the same place for what felt like days, eyes never leaving the building across the street. Javi and Steve had smoked close to a pack of cigarettes between them just for something to do. Javi had been itching to go into the building, where they were certain some of Escobar’s sicarios were building bombs, but without backup he knew it was a suicide mission. He drummed his fingers against his thigh as he shuffled in his seat, smelling the coffee that stained his shirt from this morning, and grunting in response to Steve as he tilted his head slightly in his partner's direction. His eyes never left the building.

“Pop quiz,” Steve continued. Sometimes his partner would go through some academy training hypotheticals to pass the time during stakeouts. Mostly, Javi endured it with an eye roll, bemused at the thought of being quizzed by his partner who was the same age as him, and who had been DEA for less time than him, but he did secretly enjoy making Steve question his sanity when he answered in the most outlandish way he could.

“You’re at an airport, a gunman has a hostage in the lounge. Big crowd.” As Steve was speaking, Javi’s eyes narrowed in on the windows of the building they had been watching. Some shadows had moved behind the netted curtains. “He’s using her for cover, almost to the plane. You’re a hundred feet away. What do you do?”

Javi was barely listening, leaning forward in his seat. There had been more movement behind the curtains as someone shifted them to open the window. The breeze from the open window now let the curtains flutter freely and allowed Javi and Steve to occasionally see past into the room. He couldn’t be sure, but it looked like there were some girls in there. Maybe even kids.

Steve hadn’t noticed yet. His head had tipped back against the headrest.

“C’mon, Jav, what would you do?”

“Shoot the hostage,” Javi mumbled, reaching blindly for the binoculars, wrenching them to his face when he finally grasped them.

“What?!” Steve asked, incredulously. “What do you mean ‘shoot the-’?”

“Take her out of the equation,” Javi shrugged, just waiting for the curtains to shift again to get a clear visual. His fingers were twitching towards the satellite phone as he explained. “If you go for a flesh wound, she’s down. He can’t use her as leverage anymore, and you’ve got a clear shot at him.”

“You’re insa-”

“Murphy.” Javi spoke sharply, reaching an arm out to stop him from talking. The curtains had blown to the side and caught in the frame, giving them a clear view of the girl being slapped across the face and forced to the ground after trying to stop one of Escobar’s men fitting a bomb vest over a boy who couldn’t have been older than fifteen. Javi thrust the binoculars into Steve’s hand and grabbed his radio, asking for immediate back up from the nearby Search Bloc units. He then reached for the phone, dialling for Carrillo.

“Javi,” Steve spoke beside him, pulling on his partner's arm and forcing him to turn. “Wait.”

In years to come, when he delivers lectures to young officers in police academies, or new DEA recruits, he would look back on this moment and, although he would never advocate for anyone to break protocol this way, he would feel not an ounce of regret for doing so himself.

“I can’t,” he muttered, wrenching the car door open and running across the street, removing his gun from his kevlar vest as he went. Even as he neared the building, and drowned out Steve’s warnings, he knew this was stupid. He had seen the bomb vest on the kid, had witnessed the devastation of the last few weeks when thousands of people had been injured or killed by the cartel’s relentless war. Already they had put bombs in two parked cars to try and get to government officials, and the week before had exploded a train carriage, killing or injuring every single person on board. The cartel was getting messier, more determined, and the more desperate they got, the more lives were going to be ruined. He knew all of this but acted anyway. Distantly he thought that Messina would kick his ass for this.

“Carrillo, it's bomb vests,” he panted down the line, “están usando chalecos bombas en niños [they’re using bomb vests on kids].”

Carrillo swore loudly. He was demented; had been destroyed by every death that had happened, taking every one as a personal defeat. Carrillo’s determination to stop this war was bleeding through to the rest of his team and to the DEA Agents he worked so closely with. Javi quickly told him where they were and hung up, leaning against the wall next to the open window where he could hear a woman screaming, crying, pleading for the boy's life.

He flinched, suddenly, when a gunshot rang through the air followed by a wet sound. Glancing through the window, he saw the same woman lying on the floor, half of her brain matter on the carpet under her head. His heart squeezed painfully in his chest and his head hung down in defeat. Another one he would have to add to his mental tally.

Steve came into his field of vision then, from the opposite side of the window, next to the door. He was frowning, having heard the gunshot but not having seen what had happened. Before either of them had a chance to do anything, the front door was pried open, one of the girls hysterically trying to break free. Steve grabbed her, intending to pull her out and put himself between her and the house, but as he did, the sicario appeared. They had seconds to react; Steve dropped her arm and raised his gun at the same time Javi did, but both were too slow.

In the blink of an eye, there was a bullet in the back of her skull and a strong arm around Steve’s neck.

“Suéltela.” Javi heard the gravelly voice of the sicario and narrowed his eyes on him as he stepped even closer to Steve and into the line of sight of the scumbag. “¡Suéltela! Drop it, gringo!” He shouted this time, forcing his gun into Steve’s throat. Steve was clutching at the man’s arm, trying to claw it away from his neck.

“Do it,” Javi murmured, aiming at the sicario but not taking his eyes off of Steve. His heart was racing and, oddly, his thoughts strayed to Connie. He refused to add Steve’s name to his mental tally, if not for his sake then for hers. Steve’s gun clattered to the concrete at his feet and he became still as the sicario rounded on Javi.

“Let him go,” Javi now spoke directly to the man, who grinned widely at him. Unsettling. “¡Déjelo ir, pendejo [Let him go, asshole]!” Instead, the gun dug deeper into Steve’s neck and Javi’s mouth twitched as he hissed and shook his head. Uh-uh.

“Shoot the hostage,” Steve muttered as his eyes met Javi’s, and Javi’s brow twitched. Sharing a look with Steve, Javi hesitated. Surely not. He knew Search Bloc would be close; it had already been several minutes since he radioed them, so they should be on scene in seconds now. He searched Steve’s eyes and found no hesitation there. He was serious.

Shoot the hostage.

Javi steeled himself, took quick aim at his partner’s thigh, and fired. Steve cried out and collapsed towards the ground, shocking the sicario enough to drop his hold on him completely. As soon as his partner was clear, Javi took aim once more and pumped three bullets into the sicarios chest.

Just then, Carrillo appeared behind him and took over with Search Bloc. Javi quickly relayed what he knew before making his way to Steve, who had pulled himself to lean back against the wall and was breathing heavily.

“You fucker,” he hissed through the pain as Javi crouched down. Smirking, he leaned forward to put pressure on the bulletwound, shrugging with a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Call your wife, Murphy.”

You glanced around the room you were in. It was grand, and filled with lots of young recruits. Your eyes were drawn to their faces.

They were nervous.

You were, too. You hadn’t exactly had the best start to your new job at the DEA last week.

On your first day you walked in, bright eyed, ready to meet your colleagues and get stuck into the work here, when you tripped, spilling your coffee over you and one of your new partners. Agent Javier Peña had been running out the door with two men, who you later came to know as your other partner, Agent Steve Murphy, and head of the Search Bloc, Horacio Carrillo. Peña had spat out a curse word and didn’t even break stride as he fastened a kevlar vest over the coffee stained shirt to Carrillo’s cries of ¡vamos!

Since then, you had been left in the lurch. You managed to piece together most of what had happened, and your boss, Messina, had briefed you on what she knew while also trying to give you the low-down on your new partners.

When Peña returned, you had tried to introduce yourself, hopeful of getting to know him, but he had been dour faced and moody every day since your first. He either spent his time ignoring you (and everybody else) completely, only grunting one or two word answers when necessary, or shouting about the latest bombings when there was mention of it on the radio in the office. Murphy hadn’t returned to work due to an injury received that day, so you were no further forward with building relationships a week on.

To make matters worse, you were late to the ceremony your boss had specifically requested you to be at, because you had been fined on the way there for driving without your license on your person. You had lost it in the move to Bogotá, and the CNP weren’t taking any shit, which was quite right considering all of the bombings they had been dealing with in recent weeks. They had refused to accept your explanation of waiting for your license to be expedited from the US, fined you on the spot, impounded your car and banned you from driving until you could produce your license for them.

You had huffed and puffed all the way to the ceremony and arrived thirty minutes after it started. Slipping quietly inside, you stood along the back wall and spent the time stifling scoffs at the out-of-touch speeches that were being given. The ceremony would be in two parts; first, welcoming new recruits. Members of the CNP and DEA were dropping like flies, being injured, killed, or resigning, too scared to carry on in their positions. This was what was going on at the moment, and as you listened to talks of hope and pride, you couldn’t help but feel that some of the words spoken were not true in the current circumstances. Some of the youngsters looked terrified - you surmised that these were likely the ones whose graduations had been pushed forward by months in order for them to be joining the CNP and Search Bloc. The second part of the afternoon was for recognising the heroics of certain individuals over the last few horrific weeks. Again, the choice here - in the middle of a war where most of your side were dying and felt like they were losing badly - felt like an odd one at best. With the acknowledgement that their next few months would not be easy, and despite all of the support they were claiming to offer, the energy in the room felt negatively charged.

It made you nervous.

You shook your head back into focus at the round of applause. Messina had told you to use this event as a chance to mingle. As the newest DEA agent joining Peña and Murphy, you would be working closely with a lot of people in this room. As the new recruits were taking their seats and the stage being set up for the second part of the proceedings, a few agents, officers and guests stepped outside for a break, so you did too, breathing in deeply when you got outside. The room had felt so stuffy and you were glad to be outside despite the heat of the day also feeling stifling. You reached for your cigarettes and almost laughed when you came up empty - you had left them in your car.

You could scream.

Just as you were about to admit defeat and head back inside, your eyes fell on them. Your partners. Both of them. Murphy was sporting a crutch, and Peña was lighting the cigarettes hanging from their mouths. You felt a thrill of nerves race up your spine; your first week with the DEA hadn’t exactly been smooth sailing, between Agent Peña being in such a mood, Colonel Carrillo storming in and out of Messina’s office (with or without Peña), and not even having a chance to speak to Agent Murphy.

But there was no time like the present.

“Hey,” you spoke quietly as you stepped up beside them, noting that Javi’s face, for once, didn’t have a scowl on it. “Sorry,” you addressed Murphy, “I don’t think we’ve properly met yet.”

“Oh, hey,” he spoke, shifting to be steadier on his feet before shaking your hand as you introduced yourself. “I was just asking Jav if you’d be here.” You glanced in Javier’s direction to find him pinching his brows at Steve before he glanced over your shoulder and straightened up. Steve noticed and glanced in that direction too.

“Oh, this is my wife, Connie,” Steve continued as a blonde walked up and stood beside him, wrapping an arm gently around his back. “Connie, this is Agent Porter, the most recent DEA transfer.”

“Oh hey, Steve said they’d have a new start. Thank God, you seem like maybe you can keep them in check,” Connie smiled gently at you and you returned it, telling her your first name. You could tell you would like her.

“I’ll certainly try. It’s nice to meet you,” you replied before turning back to Steve. “I’m surprised to see you; I thought you wouldn’t be back to work for a while.”

“Yeah,” he smirked, “I won’t be back for another week or so, but I’m one of the lucky ones getting an award.” He rolled his eyes and you appreciated the sarcastic tone lacing his voice. It was good to know you weren’t the only one feeling like a ceremony like this was completely unnecessary at the moment.

“Well it’s the least they could do for you,” she started and her husband groaned.

“Con, for the millionth time-”

“No I know,” she sighed, “I know, I’m sorry. I was just so worried. I’m sorry, Javier.”

“You’re fine.” It was Javi’s turn to sigh, as he pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers, finished his cigarette and immediately plucked another from the pack. You watched, as if mesmerised, as he placed the unlit cigarette between his lips and fished in his pocket for a lighter. You were trying to figure out what Connie could be apologising to Javier for when he noticed your stare.

“You want one?” Without waiting for your response he picked out another from the carton and turned it to you in silent offering. You leaned forward and let your own lips close around the filter before he lit it for you, all the while maintaining eye contact. You felt yourself flush warmer.

“I’m gonna go back inside,” Connie handed the rest of her cigarette to Steve, who had finished his own, and reached up to give her husband a kiss. You averted your gaze and noticed Javi do the same. “I’ll need to get a good view. Love you, baby.”

“See you in there,” Steve called after her.

“So, why are you here?” Javi asked you and you frowned as you tried to work out his tone. Was he residually annoyed at whatever that was with Connie? Was he also frustrated at the whole ceremony and, like you and Steve, desperate to be anywhere but here? Was he back to his usual moody self? Or was he just trying to figure you out?

“Well, Messina told me to come,” you responded. “Said it would be good to show face and get to know some folk. Mingle.” You paused as you took a long draw from your cigarette. “Support my fellow agents, although I didn’t know what for until just now. She must’ve assumed you’d have told me,” you glanced at Javi, willing to bet money that Messina had made that assumption. “But now I know you’re getting an award, I guess that’s what she meant.”

“It’s not just me,” Steve grinned, “which is probably why he didn’t tell you.” He nodded at Javi as he put out his cigarette and now his whole demeanor made sense. He didn’t seem the type to flounce medals and awards around, and was likely extremely uncomfortable with the whole thing. “Although seriously, Javi, I can’t believe they’re giving you a medal for shootin’ me, you fuckin’ asshole.”

Your eyes widened as you turned sharply to face Javi, who was finishing his cigarette in a long breath. “Murphy,” he replied in a drawl, a small smirk on his face as he turned to head back inside, clapping Steve on the shoulder, “you told me to.”

Your jaw dropped and you whipped back to see Steve laughing loudly as he also turned to head back inside, leaving you in a rush to catch up with him. “I have to say,” you began, watching as Javier disappeared behind the door ahead of you as you hung back to keep pace with Steve, “I hope neither of you make a habit of shooting each other.”

“C’mon,” he chuckled, “if you grab the door, I’ll tell you all about it.”

a/n: thank you so much for reading! 💕 i hope you enjoyed it. the action really kicks off in the next part and then pretty much does not stop 😂 i’d love to know what your thoughts are!

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Pas de Deux Chapter 14

Din Djarin x f!reader | 4.1k | fic masterlist | main masterlist | ao3

chapter summary: the Gala is over! The night after has arrived.

a/n: I promised myself that I would catch up on replying to all of your amazing comments over the past few weeks before posting this last chapter, but I didn't quite do it. I will respond to each and every one -- they have been so amazing and really made me smile during the hectic start to this year and moving. We're all moved in with just unpacking left, and I can't wait to catch up and let you all know how much I loved reading them. I hope you enjoy this final chapter of this story. Thank you all for reading. and thank you @katareyoudrilling as always for being the best.

chapter tags/warnings: fluff, flirting, touching, pet names (sweetheart), hand-holding, intense feelings, kissing, smut - kissing, grinding, holding up against a wall, manhandling, fingering, p-in-v sex (unprotected but in my mind she's on birth control), cuddling

Chapter 14

For a while after the curtains closed there was just absolute chaos on stage.

Everyone was shouting and hugging, and you lost track of the congratulations you gave and received as you were pulled from person to person. Your fellow dancers jostled you and clapped you both on the back and shoulders, and you noticed Din was grinning a bit shyly at being included in the camaraderie.

Through all of it, he never let go of your hand.

Kuiil pushed through the crowd to find you and Din and pull you both into a hug.

“You were marvelous!” he said, shouting to be heard over the crowd. “Better than I even imagined. It was art. Simply marvelous.” He went on like that for a few minutes before hugging you once more and walking off to find Karga, smiling. You caught Din’s eye and laughed.

Somehow, in that moment, you found yourselves alone in a sort of bubble, with people moving around you but leaving you alone. Din looked at you, and you felt time slow around you as he smiled, slow and intent.

He leaned forward, and when he spoke his voice made you shiver. “Let’s find Karga, and then Grogu. And then I think we have somewhere to be.”

You nodded and let him lead you towards the front of the stage where Karga was waiting. He saw you coming and flung his arms out to welcome you. “Oh there you are! Well done, both of you. He grinned, looking so pleased you thought he might burst. “Din, I knew you could do it.” He patted him on the shoulder, and Din laughed. “You had it in you, I could see it. And you were better than I could have dreamed!” He turned to you and continued, “and you! Truly, you were amazing.” He shook his head, at a loss for words. “I was in the audience, and I could feel the reaction. You blew them away.” He clasped his hands together and nodded again. “Now, go celebrate! You deserve it.”

And so you were dismissed, and without pausing, Din led you through the crowd and towards the side of the stage. “Grogu and Peli are going to meet us back here, just for a minute – it’s past his bedtime, but I want to say goodnight.”

You laughed, and smiled when you rounded a corner and found Grogu and a woman you didn’t know walking down the hall backstage.

“There he is!” she said to Grogu, who smiled and took off running towards his dad.

“Hey, kid,” Din said, smiling widely. He knelt down and let Grogu run into his arms. “Did you like it?”

You could see Grogu nodding against his dad’s chest, but you couldn’t hear his response. You looked up to find Peli looking at you, and you introduced yourself.

“Oh I’ve heard alllllll about you,” she said, and you raised your eyebrows. “Oh yes, Mr. Strong and Silent Type over there does talk, and when he does, it’s mostly been about you, lately.”

Din chose that moment to stand up and interrupt, and you smirked at him.

“Ok, thanks Peli,” he said quickly, and you laughed.

“What have you been saying about me?” you teased, and he sighed.

Peli grinned at you. “I’ll tell you all about it later.”

You felt a small hand tug on yours and looked down to find Grogu looking up at you. You knelt down next to him. “Hey Grogu,” you said, smiling. “Did you like the show?”

He nodded. “You were pretty again.”

You grinned at him. “Thank you. What about your dad?”

Grogu smiled and nodded. “He was pretty, too.”

“I agree,” you said, and poked Din’s leg. You were distracted when Grogu suddenly flung his arms around you in a hug. You gingerly hugged him back before he backed up just as quickly and hugged his dad’s leg.

You looked up at Din, stunned. He had the softest look you’d ever seen in his eyes.

“Ok, time to go home with Peli, bud,” he said to Grogu, bending down to lift the kid in a big hug. “I’ll see you in the morning, ok? Be good and sleep well.”

You turned to Peli as they said goodnight. “Nice to meet you, Peli.” You leaned in. “I do want to hear all about what he’s been saying, later.”

She nodded and winked. “Nice to meet’cha.” She reached for Grogu’s hand when Din put him down. “C’mon, kid! We got places to be.”

Grogu waved back at you as she led him down the hall, and you both called goodnight before he disappeared around the corner.

“He’s so cute, Din,” you said, and looked over to find him looking down the hall after his son. “You ok?”

He turned towards you and smiled. “Never better, sweetheart. Let’s get out of here.” He grabbed your hand and started walking towards the dressing rooms. You ducked into your usual one as you passed and promised to meet him at his after you took off your costume.

You were almost done when Adrian came running in after you and found you throwing on your sweats. “Excuse me, best friend calling, were you just going to sneak off without letting me freak out at how amazing that was??”

You grinned at him as you threw things in your bag. “You were, too. I saw most of it. You nailed it.”

He waived away your praise, nodding. “I know. But shit, the two of you made freaking magic out there.”

“Adrian, it felt…” you sighed and tossed your bag over your shoulder. “I’ve never felt like that on stage before.”

He grinned and grabbed your shoulders, shaking you a little. “They’re going to put you together again, so much. That was… That’s the kind of thing most of us only dream of getting to do on stage, you know.”

You nodded, throat suddenly tight. You knew exactly what he meant.

“Ok, go find your man.” He pulled you in for a crushing hug. “And you better fucking call me tomorrow!”

He let you go, laughing, and you waved as you moved into the hall.

You were grinning as you turned the corner, heading for Din’s dressing room. Just as you reached it, he stepped out into the hall in sweats with his bag over his shoulder and his costume on its hanger.

“Let me put this up,” he said, “and we can go.”

You nodded and trailed behind him as he found the nearest costume rack. He hung up his shorts, and then turned to you and held out his hand. You slid your hand into his and smiled.

Without a word he led you to the stage door and poked his head out. He looked both ways and, finding the road deserted, tugged you out after him. “We can go around the back, my apartment is just around the corner.” You fell into step and suddenly, you found you didn’t know what to say.

The tension that had been building between you for weeks suddenly returned, full force, as you walked away from the theater. With nothing left between you, no performance standing in the way, all that was left was you and Din.

Only a few moments later, he turned off the sidewalk and into an apartment building you had passed a million times and never been inside. He nodded at the guard in the lobby before leading you to the elevator. As you waited, you searched for something to say, wondering if he was waiting for you to speak first.

Then the elevator arrived, and you let him lead you inside. You opened your mouth, ready to say something, anything, but the second the doors closed, Din dropped his bag and backed you against the wall. And then his mouth was on yours.

Your kisses in the studio and then backstage had been amazing. But this one was on an entirely different level.

Din crowded you into the wall and claimed your mouth. His hand came up to cup your cheek and he used his grip to tilt your face just where he wanted it. He pressed on your chin with his thumb to open your mouth and you lost track of everything except his mouth on yours.

Until he pulled back suddenly and you realized the elevator doors had opened.

“Shit,” he said, and took a deep breath. He had to dart to the side to keep the doors from closing. You grabbed his bag and handed it to him. “C’mere, beautiful.” He tugged you after him and you exited the elevator into a hall with only four doors. He pulled you towards the one on the far left, dropping your hand only to unlock the door. He ushered you inside with a warm hand at your lower back.

You barely got a glimpse of the inside of his apartment before Din was pressing you up against the back of his door. He didn’t immediately kiss you, this time. He leaned forward, forearm by your head and pressed a line of kisses down your neck. “Do you know,” he said, between kisses, “how fucking beautiful you were on stage tonight? I wanted to be in two places at once, dancing with you and watching you. You took my breath away.” Your breath hitched as he worried a mark at the base of your neck.

“Din–” you sighed, and he lifted his head to meet your eyes.

“It’s been torture, waiting for this. I was going to offer to feed you, you know.” You nodded. It really had been. “But I don’t want to wait anymore. I want you, sweetheart. What do you want?”

You took a deep breath and grasped at his shirt. “I want you, Din. But–” he froze, and you shook your head. “Not just once.”

He smiled, and you felt his body relax into you again. “No, not just once.” He kissed you, softly, pressing his smile against your mouth until you smiled, too. “I want to take you out. I want you to spend time with me and Grogu.” He kissed you. “I want to dance with you again.”

Your heart was racing as you nodded. “Me too, Din. All of that.”

“Good,” he murmured against your lips, and then he was kissing you again.

Without noticing it happen, you found yourself pressed back against the door with your legs wrapped around Din’s hips. His hands were holding you up with a firm grip on your ass. “This feels familiar,” you teased, and he nipped at your neck.

“You feel so good, sweetheart,” Din said, voice deep and warm. “Been thinking about this for weeks. All I wanted that day in rehearsal was to keep going, just like this.”

“When–” you said, but cut yourself off with a small gasp when you felt his teeth press against your collarbone. “Since when?”

“Since I first saw you,” he said, “in class.”

You blinked, surprised. “What, then? The first day?”

He smiled against your neck. “Yes, then. Remember when you bumped into me, in the hall? I didn’t want to let go. I was…” he hummed and pressed gentle kisses along your neck that made your breath catch in your throat. “But also since you looked at me, in that rehearsal room, and saw me.”

You knew he meant the day of your first real conversation, not the day you’d run into him in the hall. “Me too,” you breathed. “But then I really knew that day you got that grand jete pass from the second…” you caught his mouth in another kiss, and broke off before continuing, “and after you got it, you smiled at me. And it took my breath away.”

He chuckled. “That wasn’t the first time I smiled at you.”

You shook your head. “No, I know. But you were so happy that day. I saw you smile at Grogu one day, too, back in the fall, and it was like that. You were just… happy.”

Din leaned back and smiled at you again, and it was just like those other smiles. You let your gaze dance over his face, taking in his features again. He was so handsome. “That day you met Grogu for the first time, I wanted to grab your hand and take you with us. He liked you immediately. It was so…”

You let your head fall back against the door and smiled at the memory. “I couldn’t tell what you were thinking. You put your mask back on and I never know what you’re thinking when you do that.”

He laughed, looking taken aback. “My mask?”

You rolled your eyes. “You know, that face that you do when you don’t want to show any emotions. The one you had on for your first few months here.”

He nodded, amused. “I’ve never thought of it as a mask before.”

You shrugged and threaded your fingers through his hair. “It’s how I thought of it. Because then I started to get glimpses of you behind it. So it was surprising when it came back.”

He leaned into the way you were massaging his scalp, and hummed. “I was probably trying to hide how much seeing you with Grogu made me want to fall to my knees at your feet.”

Laughing, you pulled him back in for another kiss. You both got swept up in it for a few minutes, and he pressed you tighter against the door. “At my feet, huh?” He nodded into your neck. “Din,” you murmured, and he hummed in response. “Take me to bed.”

You squealed when he gripped you under your ass again and lifted you to walk down the hall, and then you yelped when he tossed you onto the bed. He started to follow but you stopped his advance with a foot planted on his chest and he grinned. “Clothes off, Djarin.”

Din leaned back and stood. “Only if you do the same.”

You both began to strip off your clothes and somehow even though you’d been basically naked together just hours before, this felt different.

He watched as you pulled off your shirt, and then followed your hands as you pulled down your pants. You nudged him with your toe to get him moving and he laughed as he stripped off his own shirt.

And then you realized he was still covered in paint. “Din–”

He waved his hand. “We’ll change the sheets.”

You laughed and shrugged. “It’s your bed.”

As he pulled off his pants, he replied, “and you look perfect in it. And I liked the way my marks looked on you, before.” You didn’t get a chance to look before he was crawling over you on the bed. He lowered his body to yours and kissed you again, and you wrapped a leg around his, pulling him closer.

You felt his cock press against your thigh and moaned. He was devastatingly hard.

“It was so hard not to touch you in that costume,” he said, shifting his weight to lean on one arm. His right hand slipped over your chest and down your side, and you realized he was tracing the patterns of the swirls from your costume. “I could see all of you, and none of you. I wanted to slide my hand from your hip, just around to the front and down…” he trailed off.

“What about those shorts?” you said, breathless as his hand started to travel lower. “God, Din, your legs.”

He smiled against your mouth. “My legs?”

You nodded, unrepentant, and then sighed and arched your back as his fingertips brushed lightly over your thigh. “So strong,” you said, mind spinning away from you. “All of you… beautiful.”

“Hmm,” he hummed against your mouth as his fingers teased at your slit. “I like the way you look at me, in the shorts.” And then he ran his fingers lightly through your wetness, and groaned. “Sweetheart,” he murmured. “You’re soaked.”

You nodded and tangled your fingers in his hair. “Your fault,” you accused, and he laughed.

“Good.” And then his fingers found your clit, and you gasped. He pulled up slightly and you realized he was watching it play out across your face. “Show me. I want to see how it feels.”

Din watched your reactions and learned, so quickly it took your breath away, exactly how you liked to be touched. You thought about how much he said he liked watching you, and tucked away that idea for later.

“Yes, Din,” you sighed as his fingers teased around your entrance. He shifted suddenly and you found yourself with your legs pushed farther apart by his knee and his arm.

“Like this?” he asked, fingertips brushing just outside of where you wanted them with light pressure.

You nodded. “Please,” you said, and then gasped as he pressed inside. You realized your eyes were closed and opened them to find him staring down at you, mouth open, expression full of heat.

He sank a second finger inside of you and watched as your mouth fell open at the stretch. “Yes, beautiful,” he praised, watching as your back arched again. “I want to see it.” He praised you as he worked you higher with his fingers. Just as you started to feel it build, a tension at the base of your spine that started to soar upwards, he moved his thumb over your clit.

Din smirked when you moaned. “Like that?” You nodded, and he smiled. “Yeah, like that. Come on. Come for me, sweetheart.” He worked his fingers faster, thumb circling your clit just right, and you felt yourself barreling helplessly towards your peak.

“Din–” you cried, and he ducked down to kiss you. He pulled back again quickly.

“Yes, come on. Come.”

And you did. It washed over you like the sound in the theater earlier, rumbling through your body and leaving shivers in its wake. You came back to yourself and realized you were breathing hard as Din curled over you.

“That was so fucking beautiful, sweetheart,” he said, leaning down to press kisses along your collarbone. “Everything you do is beautiful. Fucking gorgeous.”

You tightened your grip on his hair and tugged his head up. “Din,” you said, and he opened his mouth to respond, but you shook his head lightly with your grip on his hair. “Fuck me.”

The expression that took over his face was fierce. He thrust his hips downward and you felt his cock against your thigh. You untangled one hand to reach down, but he caught your hand. “No, sweetheart. Not if you want me to fuck you right now.” And then he kissed you again.

You almost protested, but then you felt his hand behind your knee. He bent it upwards until it was flat against your chest, almost like you were doing a split with your knee bent. He tucked your leg over his shoulder. With that one in place, he used his other hand to bend your knee and open your hip to the side.

He pulled back from the kiss, and looked down at where he’d put you. You had one leg over his shoulder and the other thigh to the side, lying flat against the bed. Your pussy was spread wide open for him, and he grinned, wickedly. “Perfect,” he murmured, and then thrust his hips forward.

His cock came to rest against your pussy, and you both moaned at the sensation of the head nudging against your clit.

“You feel so fucking good,” he murmured, pressing kisses all over your face. “I knew you would.”

He thrust his hips again, and this time the head of his cock nudged against your entrance, and you shivered. “Din, please–”

He nodded into your neck. “Alright, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you want.” He pulled his hips back, and on the next slow thrust, notched the head of his cock right where you wanted it. With your hips so open you could feel everything.

Din lifted his head and caught your eye. You nodded, quickly, and he smiled as he pushed inside.

Your mouth dropped open. He was so big. You held his gaze as he filled you and you realized you were breathing hard, chest heaving, once he pushed all the way inside.

For a moment neither of you moved. Your eyelids fluttered as you adjusted to the sensation of him, inside you, filling every inch of your cunt. You tilted your hips slightly and your eyes flew open when he gasped.

“Move, Din,” you breathed, and he nodded. He started to pull his hips backwards, and you shivered as the head of his cock nudged against that spot inside of you that felt so good.

He saw it, of course. He saw everything. And he knew your body well.

Before he thrust back in, he reached down and tilted your hips upwards, pressing his torso farther forward to catch your knee. The head of his cock nudged against that spot again and you sighed.

He smiled at you. “Like that, hmm?”

You nodded, and he did it again. And again. And again.

You watched his muscles move in his arms and shoulders as he fucked you, and you struggled for breath. You were falling apart underneath him as he held you in the perfect position and fucked you slowly, so slowly you thought you might cry.

“I thought about this,” he said, voice low as he watched you. “Knew you’d be so beautiful. But I…” he trailed off as he thrust forward again. “I had no idea. How amazing you would be. How you would feel.”

You felt it start to build, again, and travel its way up from your toes to the tip of your head. You were tingling all over, sparks running down your spine and out your fingertips.

“Faster?” he asked, watching the way your hips started to thrust upwards to meet his. You nodded.

He started to move faster, so gradually, the increase in speed building slowly and washing over you like a wave. Before you knew it he was gripping you behind your knee and thrusting into you, hitting that spot inside just right.

Din shifted so that his knee was bent to the side under your leg and the change in angle let him slip just a little bit deeper inside. You whined.

“Yes, sweetheart,” he said, voice low. “Just like that. Show it to me again.” He let go of your leg, held in place on his shoulder, and slipped his fingers between you to play at your clit.

You were almost there, so close, teetering on the edge, when he leaned down and murmured in your ear, “Come, beautiful. You feel so fucking good. Come for me..”

And for the second time that night, you did exactly what he told you to do.

You came, hard, head thrown back and his name on your lips. He thrust faster, carrying you through it. Your entire body was shaking as you came down, and you felt him thrust once more inside you and then still.

Din ducked his head into your neck as you both breathed. You curled your legs and arms around him, holding him close. You took a moment to revel in the fact that your bodies were pressed together with nothing in the way, no barrier between you. You felt like you were floating.

He shifted his weight and nuzzled at your neck. “I feel like I could fly right now, if I tried hard enough.”

You laughed. “You already fly on stage, you know. I’ve never seen anyone get air like that.”

He lifted his head and leaned it against his hand, still pressed against you everywhere else, and looked down at you with a half-smile. “Sure, I can jump, but I can only fly with you.”

Your face felt hot and you tried to bury it in his chest, but he laughed and cupped your cheek with his free hand.

“It’s true. I’ve never felt like this before. I didn’t know I could feel like this.” His eyes were so open and serious. “If I’d known you were here, I would have left years ago.”

You bit your lip and studied his face. His handsome, lovely face that was so open and expressive, but not for everyone. You felt a familiar warmth building inside of you at the knowledge that you got to see the man behind the mask so fully. “You were worth the wait, Din.”

He smiled and leaned down to kiss you. “So were you, sweetheart.”

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