#idk if it makes sense but SLKDJFLSKFJ

[dindjarindiaries]

ooooooooof. two, four, or fifty bc I’m indecisive and thirsty.

Why not all three?

2. A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss. 4. An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose. 50. A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck.

It’s the aftermath of a fight gone bad that gets you huddle into Din’s arms tonight.

Everything had been going okay until a man jumped out of nowhere and disarmed you, pressing a blaster against your neck and using you against Din. Din had seemed so desperate to keep you safe, giving into all of their demands—and having to think of a way to lie about the baby’s location. He’d managed to convince them enough to let you go for a second and killed them in the time he had, but the situation had been enough to make you tremble for hours.

You still are. Din’s even brought you into his quarters for the night, holding you in the best way he can as your chin stays tucked in his chest. You can tell he’s worried for you—you’ve barely even said a word. But he gives you time, so much time, and even more unspoken affection.

You’d like it to be more tangible, now.

“Din,” you finally whisper, and he immediately responds to your call. It’s nearly pitch black in the compartment, causing you to struggle to find his helmet. It’s his hand—ungloved—that meets your face first, the rough skin of his hand finding your cheek as he encourages you to look into wherever his visor is.

“Yeah, cyar’ika?” Din responds, his modulated voice so soft it almost doesn’t pass through his modulator.

“Can I... is it okay if I...” you find it hard to spit out the words, but when you finally find the sides of his helmet, you tap your fingers against the metal ridges, clueing him into what you want.

Din doesn’t hesitate to oblige, and you can feel the metal slipping from underneath your fingers as a quiet hiss is heard. Then, the sound of metal-upon-metal as he sets the beskar on the floor, instead taking your wrists and urging your hands upon his face. You feel the skin there, somehow so soft—aside from the presence of his stubble—and map out his features in your mind. Just the simple touch is enough to cause your hands to stop trembling, your heart only racing from amazement and affection that you wish to thrust off your chest. But overwhelming Din isn’t what you’re seeking.

“Thank you,” you breathe, running the backs of your fingers down his cheek. You can hear a breath hitch in his throat at the intimate gesture. “Thank you for trusting me—and for saving me.”

“You don’t need saving,” Din assures you once he catches his breath, urging you back into his chest. “All you need is support. I’m more than willing to provide you with it.” He then urges you to rest against his chest again, starting to lay back with you. “Now rest, cyare.”

You can feel your heart continuing to leap in your chest as he pulls you further into his arms, your head now leaning completely against his chest as you lay together. But, you can’t sleep just yet—you feel a weight on your chest that has to come off, now, a confession that’s been haunting you day and night that needs to meet the open air. “Din—,” you start, lifting your face to meet his.

In the dark, you neglect to remember where his face may be, and you can feel your nose brush against his as your lips do the same. You freeze in place, your heart thudding so loudly in your chest that you’re afraid Din can feel it. Your hand stalls where it’s been on his chest—and you can feel that his heart is racing just as quickly as his own.

After a few moments where neither one of you pull any farther away, you begin to gravitate back towards each other. It’s Din who tries to initiate, his lips soft and even more welcoming than you’d imagined them to be as he places the most delicate of kisses upon your mouth. He pulls away much sooner than you’d like, evidently hesitant to make sure the action’s okay.

That’s when you become the one to pull him back to yourself, your hands managing to find the sides of his face even in the dark as you kiss him with all the words you haven’t been able to speak yet. Din does the same, making your heart absolutely burst in your chest as pull him impossibly closer. You break away with breaths heavy yet satisfied—though that doesn’t stop you, your lips admiring the parts of his face you can’t see, trailing over the stubble on his jaw and down his neck. Even if you can’t find the words to say, you’ll try to show him.

And he seems to get the message from the way he breathes the word in his tongue so beautifully, nearly knocking the air from your lungs as you feel the depth of them in your chest. “Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum.”

You smile against the warm skin of his neck, lifting your face to come close to his even in the dark as you respond. “I love you, too.” You kiss him once more before speaking one more time. “Thank you for that also.”

Din chuckles at that, bringing your mouth back to his to begin further proving to you the truth of his words just as you’ve tried to show him.