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Final sacrifice (Chapter 9)

And it is up! Grogu tries to help his buir as much as he can through his bacta sessions while Omera makes some discoveries about Din’s past.

Posted on AO3 on the following link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38372269/chapters/97011864

A huge thanks go to @azertyrobaz for all her input and comments on this chapter. The idea on Din's hand injury during training comes from her fanfic "Apostrophe" which I totally recommend you check out if you haven't already read it.

Any comments are always very appreciated! 😁

Final sacrifice

General synopsis: AU universe, in which removing your helmet is punished by death if the members of the covert esteem it so. Otherwise all canon compliant until E16 “The Rescue”, where Skywalker doesn’t show up but Din fights the Dark Troopers with the Darksaber. Din and Grogu, together, they find the covert, mostly as occurs in E5 of TBOBF. This fanfic takes off from where Din accepts Paz’s duel for the DarkSaber.

Relationships: Mando x Omera

Characters: Din Djarin, Grogu, Omera, Winta. Eventually Cara, Fennec, Boba Fett

Warnings: references to child abuse, violence against children, medical procedures, brain injury.

Link to chapter 8

Link to chapter 10

Boba had sent service droids to clean up the mess caused by the Mandalorian’s outburst. Some were in charge to clean the breakfast plates that Cara had brought to Omera and that were now lying on the ground as well as oil the droid oil spilled throughout the room's floor and walls. Some other service droids were ordered to take the dismembered medical droid and repair it with urgency, given that surely the Mandalorian would be in need of it until his full recovery.

Cara had suggested strapping the Mandalorian down to the bed until he regained consciousness and showing clear signs of being aware of his surroundings. They all agreed, thinking that with a confused state of mind, his behavior could be dicey and could pose a threat to others and himself. They all agreed except Omera despite of how terribly distraught she had been from the incident. So Boba took for himself the task to bind the man to the bed through wrists and ankles.

Days passed, and there was still no indication that the Mandalorian would wake up. The kids were allowed to sit regularly with Din, who remained covered with a blanket to avoid them realizing he was tied up. Grogu cuddled often under his buir's neck while Winta would talk lively to Boba or anyone around about mundane things and life on the planet. Omera enjoyed seeing her curiosity unleashing and was grateful for everybody's patience with the kids. While being absorbed by the vastness of the sands of Tatooine, she couldn’t help but smile thinking about the curious nature of her child, and how it must be exciting for her to leave her home planet for the first time, even if it was under the given circumstances. Dark and negative thoughts were always haunting her, threatening to take over her heart and send her over the edge again. But whenever that would happen, she would focus on her love for her daughter, the only thing that was capable of anchoring positive feelings during the passing days.

The medical droid had been repaired, and resumed his task of taking care of the Mandalorian, surveying his progress and adjusting his treatments accordingly. Omera rarely left the man’s side, wanting to make sure he was not alone if, when (she obliged herself to think), Din woke up. She occupied herself sewing for the kids and mending things that Boba pointed out needed repair. Though he insisted that they were guests in his palace, she felt the need to start paying back their stay and making herself useful anyway she could.

One afternoon, when she was working on repairing a suit that Boba had asked her to mend, the droid started unhooking the IV’s on the Mandalorian’s arm. Alerted by this, she got up, questioningly. Without any prior notice, the droid moved a stretcher next to the man’s bed and set him on it, proceeding to take him out of the room.

-“Where are you taking him?” she finally asked.

-“His condition is not improving. A second bacta session is recommended” his mechanical voice stated.

She followed the droid back to where the bacta tank was and witnessed the process of him being installed inside the tank. After placing and securing the regulator in his mouth, the droid closed the tank and filled it up with the bacta.

By resuming her place next to the tank, a terrible feeling of déjà vu invaded her, making her think again on the first time he was immersed in the tank upon arriving on the sandy planet.

-“Recommended exposure time, 5 standard hours”, the droid said outload, and without any further detail, left the room.

Some time after, the Mandalorian started again thrashing inside the tank, not violently, but it was evident to Omera that he was again dreaming. There was nothing she could really do, so she just stayed faithfully next to him, hoping that whatever was haunting his time in the tank was not as terrifying as what she saw last.

Time seemed to pass, and Boba finally came in with a nervous Grogu in his arms.

-“This little one was starting to get fussy, he clearly wanted to see his buir”, he said, setting him on Omera’s lap next to the tank. The Mandalorian was still shifting in the tank, which made Grogu’s ears drop with a mixture of worry and sadness. Omera couldn't help but think that, wherever he happened to be, the child was somehow capable of sensing that his father was in distress.

- “Do not worry”, Boba started anticipating the woman's question. “It’s not uncommon to dream while in the tank. I find myself remembering old experiences with each session”.

At this point, the child was desperately trying to get to the tank, cooing nervously. Omera couldn't but comply with the kid's request and moved closer so he could touch the window. But once at reach, he suddenly seemed to hesitate and searched Omera's gaze. She immediately knew what he was thinking. His father was dreaming, and he obliviously wanted to help. But by doing so meant he was also witness to the scene accounting within the man's head. Omera couldn't help thinking on the stress of having to see life through the eyes of a person who must have been suffered so much throughout the years. Only the maker knew what he had gone through. He hadn't even spoken much about his life and his past, but she did recall him saying that his parents were killed and that was taken in by the Mandalorians. "What would it entail to be raised by fearless warriors?" she thought to herself. Having to immerse himself, alone, in a foreign culture, forge a new family that, if she had understood correctly, had again lost twice more.

-"I know you want to help little one. I would be scared too after what happened last time…" she finally said.

Boba stood there watching them. "Whatever do you mean?"

-"The child, he can help calm him down, but he sees all the Mandalorian is seeing. Last time it wasn't pretty. I think he's scared" she explained. And she was too, she had to admit to herself, but after some thinking she obliged herself to be courageous.

-"Tell you what, Grogu. If you think you can help him again, I will go in with you, deal?"

The child chirped with some relief.

-"He can show you as well?" Boba said surprised.

Omera nodded and offered her hand to Grogu, who took it with some hesitation. He then set his other hand on the window of the bacta tank and closed his eyes in concentration.

Omera's view on the room started to fade, the sensation now being known to her though still disturbing. But nothing came on the other side. It was all darkness, she couldn't see anything. She started to get nervous when she finally heard people talking in the distance.

-"All the other foundlings have been integrated by the different clans, but none wish to adopt him" said a deep male voice. Omera thought she could hear it being modulated, as it was with Din's when he was wearing the helmet.

-"That's not surprising" said a different voice. "Kid’s mute, I would even go ahead and say he's autistic. Who would willingly take him?" There was silence among the people talking. "He will never withstand the training, he's too weak and will always be a charge to the clan who takes him" the voice continued.

-"The circumstances of his retrieval were exceptionally… violent" stepped in a woman's voice. "His cabur has been teaching him sign language, allowing him to communicate until he recovers from his trauma, which he will eventually. But if I have gathered you all here today, as heads of each of our clans, is to find solution to Djarin's case. The kid witnessed everybody he knew and loved die before his eyes. And that was partly our fault. The setup should have been better conducted, and for that, I make you responsible, Vizsla. You were in charge of the mission in Aq Vetina and should have handled the droids better" continued the woman. "That is why I say he should be taken by House Vizsla".

-"I think I talk in the name of all clans when I say we shouldn’t waste our time with him. But should he stay with my clan, I will give the order to immediately leave him on the next habitable planet we reach" said the deep voice.

After some seconds, Omera heard the woman continue.

-"He will proof his value. But if no clan will willingly accept to take him and train him, he shall then integrate the Fighting Corps" said the woman. "This is the way".

-"This is way" Omera heard everybody answer in unison.

She heard suddenly heavy footsteps approaching, and felt being jerked up.

-"Get up, you useless womp rat". Omera thought she recognized the deepest of the modulated voices she heard before. She could suddenly see, although like through watery eyes. Had her eyes been closed? Everything was still darkened, but she could make out the outline of the corridor she was being roughly dragged down until reaching a small, dark room with a mattress on the floor.

-“Home sweet home, kid” she heard the man say, throwing her to the ground. “You are lucky to have the Alor on your side. Should I have known that you would turn out to be as you are, I would have left you die with your parents”. The man took a couple of steps back towards the entrance of the room. She could see the outline of a tall man suited with Mandalorian armor. In the darkness it was hard to distinguish the colors, but she thought it was blue, and reminded her terribly of the armor the other Mandalorian than came searching for Din on Sorgan wore. “You will join the Fighting Corps, let’s see how much you last there”, he said before stepping out from the room. In the darkness, she could only hear sobs.

Next thing she knew she was back in the bacta tank room, Grogu trying really hard to remain focused, not losing contact with the tank’s window. The Mandalorian was still moving in the tank, clearly disturbed, but it was evident that the child was still trying to get through to him. So Omera returned her contact with the child’s free hand and closed her eyes again.

She opened her eyes to see a bull’s eye in the distance. Looking left and right, she saw that she was surrounded by at least a dozen other kids, all doing target practice. Returning her gaze to the target, she saw herself pointing a blaster and shooting.

-“DJARIN!” a voice startled her somewhere from the back. “You’re supposed to be training with your non-dominant hand, that’s the whole point of the exercise”.

-“I… I can’t…” she heard a young voice whisper, gaze still focused on the target and blaster raised.

And without further notice, she felt a sharp pain in her right hand. In a single movement, she saw the blaster drop while a vibroblade went through the hand that was holding the blaster.

-“I don’t want to hear those words again. You can and you will.”

She felt herself dropping to her knees, left hand holding the injured right, badly shaking with the knife still lodged through it. In her peripheral vision she saw a tall slim Mandalorian who approached and kneeled next to her.

-"You know what your problem is. You're stubborn, kid. But I promise you I will make a good Mandalorian out of you" the armored man said. And with one swift movement, he retrieved the vibroblade, causing a scream of pain to reverberate in the room.

-“Now go dress your hand as you’ve been taught and come back. I expect you to complete the target practice with your left hand before last meal is served”.

-“Yes, sir” she heard again the soft whisper, now with a small tremor in the tone, and the darkness returned until being back in the small alcove. She witnessed how, with surprising expertise for a young child, the hands in front of her started suturing the wounds in both the front and palm of the injured hand. The light was still dim in the alcove, but she saw small droplets of water falling next to a small pool of blood that had formed on the floor, just under where the kid was working. She thought them to be tears but she couldn’t hear any sobbing, just the rough breathing of a clearly hurting child. Before she could notice anything else, she saw how the thick curtain serving as a door was moved away by a small figure entering the alcove. Was it… could it be…Grogu?

With small steps, the child got closer and climbed to the sitting young Din and hugged him, putting his arms through the neck and burying his face under his chin.

Omera found herself back in the room, the Mandalorian again calm within the tank.

-“So that’s how you do it, huh?" Omera said, searching for the kids' gaze. "You can interact with him in his sleep? Keep him calm?”

The kid chirped in excitement, looking tired but evidently happy to have helped his buir. Omera, deeply moved for what the child was doing for his father, gave him a strong hug and then kissed him on his forehead.

Omera looked out of the window and realized the two suns had already set, the horizon being now shades of deep blue. Boba was gone from the room as well. How much time had passed? Her mind was rushing with all the information that had just been revealed to her through Din's dreams, but she realized it was not the moment to reflect on that. There would be time for that, she thought.

-“Come on, let’s go find Winta and get you both bathed and fed, it’s getting late and you need to rest”.

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sytortuga · 2 years

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Final sacrifice (Chapter 14)

Well, here it goes, last chapter. I'm so very grateful to every one of you, who have read this story. I never expected so many people to read this. I have to thank again @queenjules907 for beta reading the first chapters, to @azertyrobaz for her input when I doubted the most, and all of you who with your comments gave me the courage to continue this little adventure of mine. This was my first fanfic. And even if it's clear that I'm definitely not a writer, I've found nothing but nice words throughout. Its allowed me to meet very nice and interesting people to which I'm very grateful. THANK YOU SO MUCH!

Posted on AO3 on the following link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38372269/chapters/98022780

Comments are always very appreciated! 😁

Final sacrifice

Relationships: Mando x Omera

Characters: Din Djarin, Grogu, Omera, Winta. Eventually Cara, Fennec, Boba Fett

I choose not to declare with some trigger warnings, so no to spoil some details of the chapter. Nothing terribly graphic, but you are warned.

Link to chapter 13

When he had returned from his walk in the forest, sun about to set, he was surprised to find the village lit with small torches. The villagers were gathered around a larger fire where people were eating and dancing to the music being played.

He felt extremely weak and exhausted, the walk and workout having been too much for his still fragile state. He tried to make himself scarce and get to Omera’s hut without being seen, with a deep urge of hiding his difficulty in walking, how all the recent events have weakened his body (and soul). He felt sticky from the dry sweat and he surely was smelly, needed to wash as well.

On his way to the hut he heard Grogu fussing, clearly unhappy about something. Even if he knew that whatever was going on, the child was well taken care of, he walked around one of the huts following the sound of the kid's cries. He found Omera gently rocking the baby to get him to calm down.

-"You're back!" Omera said.

-"I apologize for taking so… ohh". He didn't have the time to finish his sentence when Grogu jumped out of Omera's arms and onto Din's chest, hugging him strongly.

-"...long", Din finished, eyes wide open in surprise for the kid's reaction. Din's heart broke when he realized the kid was now sobbing. He hugged him back, rubbing his back to calm him down.

-"What is going on, pal?" He asked while sitting next to Omera, baby still safely in his arms.

-"He's been upset since you left. He kept looking for you. I explained him that you would come back but…"

She didn't need to finish. Din knew that the kid was scared of being left behind, again . "How could I have been so selfish?" He thought to himself. Din regretted immediately his behavior. He had left for quite some time, and even though he needed the time alone, he didn't think about what the kid may have needed during his absence.

-"Hey, you're okay, Grogu. I'm back." He tried to reassure him but the baby kept his face buried on Din's chest. "You don't need to be worried if I'm not around, okay? I won't ever leave you again, kid. You hear me?" He said while caressing one of his long ears. "I got… nervous back there. You know how I'm not good with crowds, needed to work out a bit."

He wasn't sure that the kid was even listening, face still buried in this chest.

-"Grogu, hey, look at me".

The child did after a bit of hesitation.

-"I may not be around all the time, but I give you my word that I won't ever leave you behind again, okay buddy?" He said looking straight into the kids' eyes. "And you know how one's word is sacred by Creed".

The kid seemed to understand, and putting a hand on Din's cheek, he smiled, melting the man's heart.

-"It's alright, pal" he said, stroking his back. "We'll be fine". At this point Din wasn’t sure if he was trying to reassure more himself or the child, and the thought made him chuckle. "Now go join the party. I just need to freshen up and I will join you briefly."

With a small smile, Din wiped the kid's tears and set him on the floor. With some hesitation, Grogu started making his way to the main fire, although he kept looking back at Din, as if scared that he would vanish in the air.

-"Thank you for taking care of him while I was gone. I'm sorry he was upset" he said to Omera. He felt embarrassed for not thinking of the kid before leaving. He couldn't help thinking that he was a horrible father. He didn't dare look at Omera in the eyes and kept his gaze on the baby instead, as he walked towards where the other kids were laughing around the main fire.

-"You're doing a good job with your kid, don't doubt yourself. You both just need time to heal"

Din was shocked by her comment. She was definitely very attentive, but he again couldn't help blaming in part his overexposed face expressions.

-"How can I be a good father to him, if I'm not even sure what one's supposed to do?"

-"What do you remember of your biological parents?" She said.

That was a good question, he told himself. What did he remember?

-"I'm afraid not much", the admission made his stomach turn. He always felt that by not remembering their faces, the sound of their voices, he was somehow betraying their memory. But he was so young. "I was raised in the Mandalorian's Fighting Corps, so I never had a real parental figure there either. I don't think I want him to grow up the way I did. I feel like I'm doing this blindly".

-"You have a kind heart. You'll do good with him" she said.

Even in the darkening afternoon, he could tell she was slightly blushing. He kept wondering what such a beautiful and gentle woman could see in someone like him. Him having a kind heart? He felt like he needed to get her out of her error. He wondered what had he done to have her fooled as he did.

-"Would you come join me by the fire after you've freshened up?" Omera asked, putting a hand over Din's.

He nodded and left. He made quick work of washing up, changing clothes and coming back to the party. When he arrived, he saw Omera sitting on a laying tree trunk, further away from the fire than he would have expected. She was talking to another woman, but when he approached, the lady made a poor excuse and made herself scarce.

-"I hope she didn't leave because of me" he said, slightly worried while sitting next to her.

-“She's fine, she wanted to give us some privacy".

The wheels in Din's head started to turn irremediably. He was not unaware of Omera's feelings. He wasn't unaware of his own feelings for the woman and most of the village was probably aware as well. But since the day they met, and especially since the day he first left, he had convinced himself that it wasn't meant to be, that there was no possible way in which a life together could work for them. "But circumstances had changed now, or hadn’t they?" he asked himself.

-"Why are you sitting this far from the fire?" He finally asked.

-"I guessed you would be more comfortable not being in the middle of it. It's less crowded here but we can still see the kids and hear the music"

Din was at a loss of words.

-"Thank you. Your kindness really knows no limits" he said, and decided not to continue at the risk of again losing control of his emotions. He often felt a bit on edge when interacting with other people. Of course there was the lack of helmet, the loss of the privacy it provided. But he kept thinking that his brain hadn't totally healed yet, and that it may be equally affecting his control on his emotions. The thought that this inability would be permanent scared him to the deepest levels of his soul.

-"I must admit I'm actually being selfish," she finally admitted.

Din looked at her, curious about why.

-“I was hoping you would dance with me if we were a bit away from the party".

Din couldn't avoid dropping his jaw slightly. He saw how Omera slowly got up and turned to him, offering a hand to get up. Hesitantly, he took it and he felt how she gently brought him closer to her. All his body tensed when she put her arms around his neck. He felt his heart pounding fast in his chest. He briefly looked at her in the eyes, but felt incapable of maintaining eye contact. He missed again his helmet, which he thought could have given him the privacy needed to profit from her beautiful eyes for a bit longer. He buried his face in the side of her neck, where he found a good hiding place for his expressions, and put his arms around her waist. The smell of her skin and her hair suddenly felt very familiar, flooded him with calmness, and made all his previous tensions abandon his body in a single instant.

They danced together, with enough privacy to allow Din to close his eyes, taking in the soft music playing in the background, enjoying the warm feeling of each place where Omera's body touched his. He felt as if in a trance, following the movements of her body. He was amazed by how natural it all felt.

They continued like this for a time he certainly couldn't determine, until Winta approached them with a sleepy Grogu in her arms. He surprised himself when he didn't hear them approaching. He couldn't recall letting his guard down to the point of being unaware of his surroundings.

-"Hey there, sleepy eyes" Omera said pulling away from him, which immediately made him feel strangely cold, making him long for her body contact.

-"We're ready to go to bed", Winta said, looking at the groggy baby in her arms.

-“Sit and enjoy your drink" said Omera, pointing to a mug that was sitting by the tree trunk. He hadn't even noticed it was there. "I will get the kids settled for the night" she continued.

Din nodded and after wishing the kids goodnight, saw them head for Omera's hut.

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After having finished his drink, Din headed back to the hut and waited for Omera, sitting in the main room, until she came quietly out of the kid's room.

-"They finally fell asleep?" He asked.

-"They were really tired," she answered.

-"Want to join me?" He said gesturing at the seat next to him. Doing so gave him the courage to continue. "I wanted to apologize for earlier today" he started. He realized he hadn't really thought about what to say or how to approach the subject. "I was just a kid when I last felt anything like this." He admitted.

-“I just wish I could help you somehow. If I understood better maybe… "

-"You're doing enough as it is, Omera. I'm very grateful for what you're doing for me. There are just some things I need to figure out, habits I need to unlearn. I need to adapt. I will adapt, I know I will even if it takes some time. I can only move forward. This is the Way".

-"You looked drained. Don't worry about anything now. Rest ".

He nodded, and as she started to get up to leave, he took her hand, making her stop in her tracks. He couldn't figure out from where that had come from. He pulled her back gently into the seat and, in the gentlest of movements he could ever conjure, he cupped her face with his hands. Closing his eyes, he moved his forehead to hers and gave her a Kov'nyn kiss.

When he moved away and opened his eyes, he saw the surprise in Omera's, clearly not truly understanding what the gesture meant.

Releasing her face, she gently took Din’s hands in hers, and wishing him good night, she retreated to her bedroom leaving him again alone with his emotions.

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Later that night, Omera heard Din murmuring, obviously having some kind of nightmare. Silently, she approached him, and in the dim light she saw him sweating. She gently put a hand on his arm, decided to release him from his traitorous mind. What she didn't expect was for him to wake up in panic, grabbing her arm and violently forcing her to kneel down, immobilized.

Crunching her eyes, Omera grunted in both pain and fear of the man's reaction. This caused Din to suddenly become aware of where he was.

-"Omera?" He said, as if still not believing his eyes. "Dank ferrick! Are you okay?” he continued, releasing his hold on her as it he had touched fire. “I'm so sorry, I didn't…. Did I hurt you?" He said worriedly, helping her up from where she was kneeling.

-"I'm fine, don't worry" she said while rubbing her now sore forearm. "I came to see you, you were having a nightmare".

-"I’m sorry I woke you up, I guess you know by now I'm not a good sleeper" he admitted.

To Din’s surprise, Omera moved to sit with him in the hammock.

-"Din, can I ask you something?" She said.

He nodded.

-"Din, are you happy here? You never answered me the first time you were here".

-"I am, and I was, so much that it scared me" he answered.

Omera gave him a questioning look. He knew she expected him to elaborate a bit further, but he couldn't even imagine how to start. He had never been good with words, and this was a moment where he wished he could express what he felt, let Omera understand that this had nothing to do with his happiness.

-"I hope your soul finds bonds here" she said, looking down away from Din, slightly embarrassed. This broke Din's heart. Could she really not see his feelings for her? He felt that he failed in that sense, and was determined to correct it.

Somewhere inside he found the courage to cup Omera's cheek and make her look at him look in the eyes.

-"It has already" he admitted.

He couldn't help shifting his gaze to her lips. He had dreamt so many times of feeling them on his own.

-"I've never kissed anyone before" he admitted, "but there is nothing I want to do more right now".

And without any hesitation, she leaned on Din and gave him the sweetest of kisses, which he eagerly returned. He felt himself melt into her lips, not caring if he was making a bit of a fool of himself with his clumsiness. His hands found their way to her lower back, trying to get her closer to him. But just as he was starting to feel confident enough with his feelings, his movements were interrupted by Omera suddenly breaking up their kiss and getting up from the hammock. To his surprise she offered him a hand inviting him to follow her.

With some hesitation, confused about where they were going, he took her hand. When he realized she was leading them to her bedroom, Din stopped at the door, hesitantly to step inside. While she laid back down on her bed, she tended him again her hand, expecting him to join her.

After a lot of hesitation, he approached the bed and quietly laid down at a safe distance from her, not trusting himself not to lose control over the urge he had for her. He had often thought of her since he first left Sorgan. The light of the moon coming in through the window allowed him to look into her eyes, allowing him to see what he thought was the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in her. She gently moved closer to him, clearly not helping his cause, but didn't dare move away.

-“Omera…” he whispered.

He was trying frantically to find his words, those which would express how much he wanted her, how much he had thought of her, but also how scared he was to ruin all this. Of her discovering what he thought was the truth about him.

-"I've thought of you since you first left" she admitted, grabbing Din by his hips. "Every time I woke up, I was disappointed to not find you by my side".

Before he could find any of those words he was looking for, she kissed him again. And after the briefest of moments he gave in and returned her kiss. She brought them even closer together, and upon feeling her hips brush over his, he felt losing any self-control he seemed to have. Breaking their kiss, he buried his face on her neck.

-“ Ni copad gar. Ni linibar gar” he murmured.

He knew she couldn't possibly know what he was saying, but he couldn't conjure any possible words as he felt her hands gently traveling down his back, giving Din all the confidence he needed. In a single movement, he shifted them so that he was kneeling on top of her.

He allowed himself a moment to admire how beautiful she looked under him. Even under the dim moon light that came in through the window he thought he could see a brand new set of beautiful details he hadn't been able to admire in broad daylight: the smooth texture of her skin, the shine of her hair even in the faintest of lights…

Enamoured by the woman, he slipped his hands under her night dress, collecting all the fabric while caressing her skin on his way up to her chest. The touch of her skin sent electricity up his own arms and down his spine. He buried his head again in her neck, taking in the smell of her hair, aiming to remember it forever as if it was about to vanish and never come back. He gently stroked her breasts in the process, while trying to get as much pressure as possible on his aching groin. But he felt he was out of control now and didn’t want that. After all, this was Omera.

He was quick to pull himself up, hands slightly risen, leaving no doubt that he wished to stop.

-“Did I do something wrong?” she asked worriedly.

-"No… no… it’s just… I think we should stop here” he suggested, closing his eyes shut. Something was still preventing him from getting off of her. He felt magnetically attracted to her while his brain kept insisting to stop.

-"I've never…" he tried starting. "It's just that it's the first time that…".

-"Oh".

He quickly realized the mistake and chuckled.

-"No, no. You don't understand" he tried correcting. He closed his eyes, needing more than ever to find a way to let Omera in on his feelings.

-“This type of intimacy has never been about love for me… in my previous encounters there were no feelings involved, they were just about finding… release".

He took the courage to open his eyes and found Omera's sympathetic expression. This was not what he wanted her to understand. "Why words, so easy for some people, so difficult for him" he thought to himself.

-"What I'm trying to say is that you deserve so much more than someone like me, Omera '' he confessed. He wanted to give her so much, return just a little bit of what she had done for him, but he knew deep down and to his regret, that it wasn't him. Slightly embarrassed, he looked down at her body, still pinned between his legs. He caressed her belly with the back of his hand, his touch light as a ghost, as if saying a final goodbye to something he was forever longing for and was about to lose. But despite his efforts to wind down, the mere touch of her skin was enough to have his desire building up again.

-"I don't think I can be gentle with you," he finally admitted embarrassedly between breaths.

-"Din” she started. When he still didn’t dare to look at him, she took his right hand in hers. She found again his scar, the trace of a vibroblade on a scared kid's hand, and taking it to her lips, she kissed it.

-“Look at me, Din”. He couldn’t help but comply.

-“I don't ask you to," she finally said. "I’ve wanted you for so long…"

That made Din lose himself. Still kneeling on top of her, he lay on her again. In all of his being he searched for the gentleness that she deserved, covering her neck with kisses and exploring every centimeter of skin his hands could find. He found her warmth was intoxicating. He felt her reach for his belt, and lowering his pants as much as he could, she was quick to release his hardness.

He took a moment to look at her again in the eyes, still not believing that, after all the times he had daydreamed of being with her, it was actually happening. He took a lock of her hair, and gently arranged it away from her face, behind her ear. He then moved his hands down to her arms, and using all his weight, he held her down hard. And in one swift moment he penetrated her wet center making Omera arch her back in pleasure. Fully aware that his size could be uncomfortable for her, he took a deep breath, finding the strength to allow her a brief moment to adjust to the intrusion. While still deep inside of her, he let her lose and engulfed her in his embrace, bringing her body up as close as he could to his. He wanted nothing more than to have her in his arms, feel her heartbeat against his chest. When her arms found in the back of his neck the support she knew was about to need, he couldn't stop himself from thrusting into her with the desire and desperation of someone who had lost and gained everything in the briefest of moments. Her moans and evident pleasure only encouraged his frantic rhythm. She seemed insatiable, infatigable, and he continued with the sole motivation of hearing her moan against his ear, with the hypnotic movement of her body matching his thrusts. Only when he felt her reach her climax while murmuring his name he allowed himself to let go and spilled himself in the tightness of her core. Connected as one, together they rode their highs, falling to rest on each other's arms.

Lying next to Omera that night, seeing her contently curled at his side and knowing that his kid was next room, safe and hopefully happily asleep, Din realized with a smile that, for the first time, he actually felt complete, loved, safe and cared for. Like he actually had a home and a family.

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