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Gold Eyes

Title: Gold Eyes

Fandom: The Mandalorian (2019)

Pairing: Din Djarin x Force Using OFC (Witch of Dathomir)

Summary: Din’s ongoing rivalry with his least favorite bounty hunter becomes something else once the kid enters the picture.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: : canon typical violence, handjob, fingering, PIV sex (protected and unprotected), oral sex (male and female receiving), swearing. kissing

Word Count: 4,972

Author’s Note: @einno-arko Happy Holidays! This is your Secret Santa gift. I tried to work in as many tropes as I could: enemies to lovers, the color teal, smut, little bit of angst, and fluff. Enjoy! Thank you to my wife @dailyreverie for giving this a beta read before I posted it. Graphic by me.

AO3

Din isn’t sure how he let this happen. He’s smarter than this. No one ever gets the jump on him. He’s a Mandalorian. But here he is with his foot caught in her snare upside down in a tree. With a precise shot of a small blaster, a net appears and knocks down his bounty by the ankles. He usually offers warm or cold. She never does. Warm. Cold. Maimed. Intact. She brings them in however she wants. He used to think it was because she had no patience but after years of their little rivalry, he knows she doesn’t move until it’s vital. He struggles against his restraints and hisses as it tightens around his foot and starts to swing him back and forth. He goes still as she drags the bounty back to her ship. Din closes his eyes feeling dizzy under his helmet and lets the annoyance simmer into piping-hot hatred.

Without warning, he’s dropped to the ground. Zalia waltzes over with a blaster rifle perched in between her shoulder blades. Her gold eyes peer down at him as a smirk grows on her mouth. That’s how everyone in the Guild knows her: Gold Eyes. Her dark fringe cuts right above her eyebrows. She has sharp cheekbones, pale skin, and a strong square jaw. No one knows her story. No one knows why a tall, striking human is racking up bounties instead of credits filming holovids. No one trusts her and that’s how she likes it.

“Figured you’d be off planet by now.” Din cuts the fibercord off his boot.

“That’s four to two. By the way.” Her smirk becomes a full grin. Her accent reminds him of the Armorer but not as stiff.

“It’s three to two.” He gets to his feet.

In her boots, they are the same height. She wears bulky black armor with an intricate and loaded weapons belt. A hefty teal cape hangs from her shoulders.

“Clean your visor. You must not be seein’ proper. I got that Arcona fair and square.” She taps his helmet with her knuckles.

Din sighs heavily. He had been tracking the Arcona for days. He did all the work. His finger had been on the trigger when she swooped in. Nothing fair about it. She could be kicked out of the Guild for that but he wants to beat her at this game.

“Gonna give me a ride to my ship?” Din asks.

“No! This doesn’t mean I like you.” Zalia laughs and snaps her helmet on.

Din lets out a long sigh as irritation courses through his veins. He truly hopes he never sees her again. But the universe is never that kind.

“Mando, look out!”

Din hears Zalia’s words before he sees the giant fist swinging toward his head. He dodges out of the way in time and reaches for his blaster. Before he can fire, Zalia throws a smaller vibroblade at the Houk’s corded neck. It doesn’t cut because the Houk’s body is so tough but it gets his attention. He roars and charges at her but she kicks off the wall of the alley and hops over his shoulder to safety. The Houk growls.

“I thought Houks didn’t like confrontation.” Din aims his blaster again but Zalia is in the way. He needs to take advantage of this. His attack would be a complete surprise. But he can’t just shoot her too. He may not like her but he isn’t going to kill her…yet.

“I’d say he likes it.” She’s quick on her feet as she avoids his hands. She sees a ledge and feels her rifle still on her back.

Zalia bends her knees to spring onto a ledge but Houk snatches her in his gigantic meaty hand. He tosses her to the ground like a youngling’s toy. Her hands scramble behind her. The rifle is no longer on her back.

Houk barks out a laugh as he stalks toward her.

“Not so fast now, are ya?”

Her gold eyes widen as she gropes her armor for a weapon. The Houk raises his titanic fist once to rein a crushing blow down on her and snap her helmet in two. She flings her open palm out as if to catch the fist before it makes contact. It’s impossible.

Din strides toward them and raises his right vambrace. He sprays bright fire all over the colossal bounty. The Houk shrieks at the pain. He runs blindly around the alley crashing into walls as he tries to put the flames out. Since the threat is distracted, Din’s gloved hand pulls Zalia to her feet. She could’ve let the Houk take him out. She didn’t. So, he hands her the blaster rifle.

Without a second’s hesitation, she hits the Houk through his thick skull. He collapses immediately. She stalks over and puts out the flames with her teal cape. Din wonders what it is made of since it doesn’t catch fire. She pulls off her helmet revealing the blonde streaks in her dark hair.

“So, what now?” Din tilts his head.

“We both took him down. 50/50?” Her gold eyes lock onto him.

“Your ship or mine?” Din asks.

“Yours but mine has the tow. Wait here. ” Zalia marches off to her ship.

Din waits, coming down from the adrenaline when she returns with the tow and a droid.

“No droids.”

“How else are we gonna carry it once we’re in your ship?”

“I’m here. You’re here. Droid goes.”

“Hook it up to the speeder,” Zalia tells the droid before rounding on Din. “Listen, you dim-witted, mismatched piece of chrome. That thing is huge. We are not–”

“Dim-witted? Who just saved your life?”

“After I bloody saved yours.”

They’re chest to chest ready to come to blows. She grips the front of his cape and he grabs for her arm.

“We’re using the fucking droid.”

“Not on my fucking ship.”

“Then I’ll just take the bounty. I’ll–”

“Hey! Are you two gonna clean this up or make out?” A Duros wearing an apron wanders into the alley. “I got a business to run.”

“Make out? We are not–”

“Save it, sister. You and your boyfriend get out of here.”

The droid places the Houk on the tarp and hooks it up to Zalia’s speeder. She huffs and gets on. Din gets on behind her.

“That thing isn’t going on my ship.”

“Shut up the fuck up and listen to your girlfriend, Mando.” She kicks the speeder into gear while the droid follows alongside them.

“We don’t need your droid. Just help me drag it in.” Din tells her once they get to his Razor Crest. He unhooks the tow and begins dragging it up the ramp. He’s incredibly strong. Zalia picks up the end.

It takes longer than she would’ve liked with a lot more annoyance and grunting but they get the Houk into his carbonite storage.

“Told you we could do it.” Din sighs placing his hands on his hips.

“What do you want? A blow job?” Zalia scoffs and moves over to the crates.

Din just stares at her and doesn’t move. Images flood his mind of her on her knees and those big gold eyes looking up at him as she swallows–-

“I wasn’t serious.”

“Why did that Duros think we were a couple?”

“Cause he’s a fucking idiot. I would never touch you.”

“Like I’d let you.”

“Oh, I think you would. I think since I joked about blowing you it’s all you can think about.” She stalks over to him until his back is against the crate. Her hand touches the armor on his chest and travels down.

“You said you’d never touch me.”

“I guess we’re both liars.” She stops before she reaches his crotch.

“Do it.”

She stops to lick her palm and sees his length twitch. His hiss comes through the modulator as she tucks her hand into his trousers making her smile.

“Didn’t think you’d be vocal since you’re not much of a talker.”

“I’m not.”

“Oh?” She circles his tip with her thumb and he gasps. “What’s that then?”

“Fuck off.” He grits his teeth.

“Not very nice to the person stroking your dick.” She flicks her wrist.

“Oh, shit.” He leans his back against the crate. “Do that again.”

“Mmm.” She pulls her hand back and sucks her thumb into her mouth. “Do what?”

Din should’ve known she wasn’t going to play nice.

“Bend over.” He growls.

“Ooh, he’s angry.” Zalia chuckles.

“Can’t be mouthy if you’re stuffed full of me.”Din slides an arm around her waist and pulls her back against his chest.

“That a promise?” She looks over her shoulder at him.

“Bend over the crate and find out.”

Zalia slips her cape around her front and hits the release button on the legs of her armor. He never would’ve guessed she had such shapely thighs. The armor is designed for full protection and doesn’t show him much. He reaches out with a gloved hand to squeeze her ass as she bends over.

“Excuse you.”

He remembers himself and withdraws his hand.

“Spread your legs.”

He’s surprised when she listens and widens her stance. She brushes the hem of her underwear with her thumbs.

“Let me.” His voice is low

She stops moving.

“This okay, Zalia?”

“Yeah. It’ll be better when you stop talking.” She turns her head to shoot him a glare.

Din tugs her underwear down to her ankles. She shivers as her body is exposed to the cool air. He undoes his pants and shoves them down. He’s fully hard now. He swipes his hand through her folds and watches how his gloves glisten.

“Gloves off. I don’t know where those have been.” She glares at him.

He removes the gloves and wiggles his bare fingers. She leans back over the crate. He pushes a thick finger inside her. She holds back a gasp. It feels good. His thumb brushes over the bundle of nerves as his finger slowly moves in and out. Maker, he knows what he’s doing. She doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her. Even though she’s quiet, Din notices the change in her breathing. It’s shallow now.

He circles his thumb and adds another finger. She tips forward and braces herself on the crate.

She bites her lip as the pressure builds to an unstoppable point. Except at that moment, Din removes his fingers and waits.

Zalia exhales slowly and squeezes her eyes shut. She doesn’t want to give him a reaction. He walks over to the refresher and rolls on a sheath. She hasn’t said a word which seems unlike her.

“You ready?” Din asks.

“Yeah. We gonna do this ‘fore I fall asleep?” She rolls her eyes but he can’t see it.

He guides himself inside her and lets out a long breath. Fuck, she feels tight. He starts out slow.

“Fuck me like you mean it.” She hisses.

“Stop talking.” Din wraps a hand around her throat. He doesn’t squeeze. That’s not the point of this.

“Make me.” She clenches down on him and his hand falls.

The pace picks up until it’s deliciously brutal. Zalia pushes back against him and they build a steady rhythm. His finger finds that bundle of nerves once more and moves in tight little circles. Electricity trickles up her spine. She doesn’t even care if he leaves marks on her body because it feels so fantastic. A moan escapes her and Din smirks behind his helmet. Before she can explain it away, he pulls out and slams back in. She leans forward on the crate and grips it.

“Shit, Mando.”

He plants a boot on the crate and the change in angle is exactly what she needs. He kisses something devastating inside her and she falls apart in a sudden wave. It takes every bit of strength not to cry out in ecstasy. She’s panting on the crate, limp, while her body flutters around him. His hips push against the back of her thighs until he’s filling the sheath.

Din sighs and pulls out carefully keeping the sheath closed until he can dispose of it in the refresher. She’s waiting outside to use it when he’s done.

“Well, you’re not half bad at that.”

“Likewise.”

“My turn.” She shows him the new sheath in her hand.

She pushes his chest until he’s falling back on his cot. This time, she doesn’t make any comments about the helmet. She’s more focused on getting as many sounds out of him as possible and she does not play fair. Zalia rides him, giving as good as she got.

Satisfied in more ways than one, she gets off him and goes to the refresher first. Din knows three things. He cannot go again. She’s the best sex he’s ever had. And he’s never telling her that.

“I think I worked up enough of an appetite.” Zalia snaps the legs of her armor back on and walks to the door as he gets out of the refresher. He expected a very short goodbye.

She turns around.

“You coming along or what?”

Din tilts his head. Zalia rolls her gold eyes.

“This doesn’t mean I like you.”

“This looks familiar.” Zalia raises her eyebrows.

Din hangs upside down in the Razor Crest with his arms bound.

“I heard about your big showdown on Nevarro. You caught a bounty, delivered it, and took it back? Who does that?” She stares at him incredulously. “Did you get a better deal?”

“Zalia, listen. Listen.” Din tries to reason with her. “If you knew, if you–”

“I know we didn’t get on and we just fucked…a lot but I gotta say you really surprised me. You blew up your life for what?” Zalia shakes her head. She’s about to say something else when she feels something. He isn’t alone.

She hears him shouting at her to stop but she climbs up the ladder. She sees the cockpit and looks around spotting an orb-shaped pod. It’s where the energy is the strongest. With a wave of her hand, she opens the pod. Two giant glassy black eyes stare at her attached to a big green head with long ears. The creature coos at her. It’s a child.

She stretches out her hand and guides the pod into the air. The creature squeals delightedly. It lands in front of her before raising its hands and levitating the blanket.

“You got some tricks, huh?” She laughs. No wonder she felt a presence. She unzips a compartment on the chest of her jacket and pulls out a piece of jerky. She moves it over to the creature who greedily gobbles it up.

Those big eyes look expectantly at her for more and she smiles.

“Let’s see. What else do I have?” Zalia unzips another pocket and hands the creature a blue jewel which he wills back to her through the Force.

It becomes a game between the two of them. The jewel isn’t worth many credits. All its value is sentimental. She gets immersed in the game and doesn’t pay attention to a certain someone clambering up the ladder.

“Zalia, get away from him. ” Din stops in his tracks when he sees the two of them moving the jewel through the air.

“You’re a him?” Zalia wiggles her eyebrows at the kid who laughs.

“How are you doing that?” Din asks cautiously.

“I’m Dathomiri.” She practically waves Mando off while giving the kid another piece of jerky. “My clan are Daughters of Allaya. We have powers like he does.”

The kid picks up the sphere from the control panel that he loves so much and guides it over to her. Zalia guides it back and it quickly becomes a new game.

“I got offered an obscene amount of credits to bring you in.” Zalia catches the sphere and floats it back to the kid. “But I don’t deal in kids. Especially not ones that are basically kin. But stars, you’re in it deep.”

“What do you mean?”

“His kind were hunted. Why do you think the bounty was so high? Look how bloody shiny you are!” She gestures to the beskar.

“I don’t know what they wanted with him. Just knew it wasn’t good.” Din sighs.

“The Guild thought I’d have the best shot at getting you. Didn’t say much else.”

“Where’s your ship?”

“Got stolen. I figured once I brought you in I could use this baby. But seeing as that isn’t going to happen, could you drop me off at your next stop?” She bats her eyelashes at him and twirls a strand of dark hair with bright red ends around her finger.

“You’re really not going to turn me in?” He hasn’t moved for fear of her grabbing the child. She really wouldn’t turn down a chance to beat him, would she? A couple of fucks and one shared bounty didn’t mean they were friends.

She takes the tracking fob out and crushes it under her boot. “About that ride?”

“It’ll be a couple of days,” Din tells her.

“How will we pass the time?” She arches an eyebrow playfully.

Once they hit hyperspace and the kid gets tuckered out from many games, Zalia joins Din in his room where she sucks him off. He comes so hard his soul nearly leaves his body.

“I would’ve given you the ride regardless.” Din pants as she gets to her feet.

“No shit. I just like seeing you crumble.” Zalia smirks.

“Take off your clothes and get on the cot.” Din orders.

“Think you can get it up already?” Zalia teases while removing her teal cape.

He makes her come twice as he thrusts in from behind and plays her perfectly with his thumb. After, she sleeps on the floor by the crates. She can sleep anywhere.

It’s a four-day journey and they develop a little routine. He pilots while she plays with the kid. They all eat together and at night, their old game is back on. At one point, she even spells her name with her hips before he nearly blacks out from such a powerful orgasm.

“You can join me in the cot,” Din says on their last night.

“Hard pass,” Zalia mumbles from her spot on the floor.

“Think you’ll find a ship on Batuu?” Din looks over at her.

“Are you worried?” Zalia giggles.

“You accepted my bounty, destroyed the fob, and you’re not dead.”

“So observant. It’s amazing.”

Din lets out a heavy sigh that Zalia imitates.

“They will come after you.”

“And?”

“You don’t have a ship.”

“So?”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.” Zalia wraps her cape around her body tighter.

They land on Batuu and Din is able to refuel. He never thought he would trust Zalia Quinst but here they are. One of his only allies was once his greatest rival. The kid whines when she stands up to leave.

“Don’t go missing me, kiddo. Here.” She floats the blue jewel over to him.

The child blinks at her while clutching the jewel tightly.

“It’ll bring you luck.” Zalia pats his head and makes her way down the ladder.

Din waits there to lower the ramp for her.

“Someone real bad wants that kid.” She warns him.

“I know.”

“You don’t but still. Watch yourself.” Zalia readjusts her blaster rifle on her shoulder.

Before she can step forward, he places a hand on her elbow.

“Zalia–”

“Shut up, Mando.” She places a kiss on his helmet right above the visor where his forehead would be.

Din sighs heavily.

“This doesn’t mean I like you.” She turns back and winks.

He watches her disappear into the vast forest and wonders if he’ll ever see her again.

Din feels rudderless. Grogu is with his kind and Din no longer belongs to his. And he has to fly commercial. It’s supposed to be nonstop but the ship has to be repaired on a planet he’s never been on. He retrieves his weapons from the hold and wanders to a cantina.

“Come here often?” A nasal voice asks.

Din turns his head. He’s not really in the mood to deal with anyone right now.

“Zalia?”

“Hey, good lookin’. What’s cookin’?” Her accent returns as she laughs. She takes a seat next to him at the bar and takes the drink he was served.

“You’re alive.”

“You’re alone.”

“He’s with the Jedi now.”

“Hmm…lots of rules with the Jedi.”

“But not with your people?”

“Nope. Why aren’t you with yours?”

“Long story.”

“I’ll tell you mine and you can tell me yours?”

Zalia explains how she left Batuu and acquired a new ship in a game of a sabacc. Greef sent ten bounty hunters after her and she killed every one. She went back to Nevarro and was informed all was forgiven. Din shifts in his seat. She puts some credits down and stands up.

“C’mon, I got better stuff back at mine anyway.”

“Yours?”

“Temporary. You know how it is. Shoot a warlord and get new digs.”

He follows her to a small bungalow away from the main part of town surrounded by tall trees. She gestures to the seats on the porch. Din doesn’t talk at first. He just sits on the porch with her and watches the trees. At some point, she gets something to drink.

He tells her about the run-in with Moff Gideon on Nevarro all the way to his exile from the covert. He expects a smart comment or two but she just listens. Day turns to night and she just listens.

“I…” He heaves a sigh. “I don’t know who I am if I’m not a Mandalorian.”

“Please, you’re still a Mandalorian. That Armorer sounds like a bitch. She tells you to take care of the kid, and be his dad, so you take off your helmet to find him and you’re out? Fuck her.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Imagine if I had to say goodbye to my mum and never saw her face. You’re not a Mandalorian but you get to keep the dark sword? Ridiculous. The Jedi wouldn’t let you see him, but my people pass down knowledge of the Force from mother to daughter.” She takes a long drink from her cup. “They’re just words some arshole decided mattered but they don’t. Actions matter. You bled for him. You took care of him. Of course, you wanted him to see your face.”

Silence settles between them for a while until Din clears his throat.

“Darksaber not dark sword.”

“Yeah, I’m not gonna remember that.”

“No?”

“Just to annoy that Armorer lady. Want me to beat her up?”

“No.” Din takes a deep breath in. “Why did you kiss me?”

“I did not kiss you, Bucket Head. Clean your visor.”

“Bucket Head?”

“I said what I said.”

“On Batuu. You kissed me.” He points to his forehead.

“Don’t read into it. I didn’t know if I’d ever see you again, Mando.”

“Din.”

“What?”

“My name is Din. Din Djarin.”

“Still Zalia Quinst.”

“You…you said actions matter.”

“They do. That doesn’t–”

Din removes his helmet letting it hang from his hand. Her gold eyes widen as they take in his face.

“Fuck.”

“What?”

“You’re hot.”

Din backs her against the door.

“You made your life forfeit for me and the kid.”

“Told you I’d be fine.”

“Why did you kiss me?”

“I wanted to.”

“And now?”

“I do. Can I?”

“Yes.”

Their lips meet softly in a tender first kiss. She pulls back.

“How was that?”

“A little…reserved for you.”

“It was your first bloody kiss, yeah? I wasn’t gonna tongue you.”

“Shame. You have a talented tongue.”

“Bloody idiot.” She grips the front of his cape and drags him over. Her tongue traces his full lower lip and he gasps. She licks inside his mouth and he moans. It’s a lovely sound without the modulator.

With her other hand, she opens the door and pulls him through it until they get to her bedroom. They break apart to remove their armor.

“Dank farrik, these legs.” Din runs his hands down her wide hips down to her calves.

“Never said anything before.” Zalia brushes his soft brown curls as she kisses him. He surprises her this time by nipping her lower lip and sliding his tongue inside—quick study.

“This is the nicest you’ve ever been to me.” Din teases.

“Of course, now that I know you’re not an uggo.” Her gold eyes sparkle. “Lay down, handsome.”

Zalia tortures him by leaving tiny bites and licks all over his body to rev him up. He’s had enough and surges forward flipping them. Her head tips back when he kisses her neck and bites at her breasts. He settles between her thighs grazing the sensitive flesh before diving in. She moans loudly as he learns to use his tongue instead of his fingers. Then the smart bastard decides to combine them when she curls her hand into his hair. He groans into her skin and she loses herself.

“Mando…” She whines as she reaches her second peak. He doesn’t answer. “Din.”

His soft brown eyes look up at her and she smiles.

“C’mere.”

Din moves over her and kisses her neck. She can feel how hard he is against her stomach.

“I don’t have anything.” He whispers.

“It’s okay. I have an implant.” Her nails run down his neck and she feels him tremble.

“For taking in the local talent?” Din kisses her shoulder. He loves how her skin feels on his lips.

“Nah. I have high standards.” Zalia smirks. Din looks up and she uses her strong legs to roll him over.

“I do too.” Din sits up and pulls her with him. It’s incredibly close. He can see every amber fleck in those gold eyes.

She sits on his thighs and lines him up. He shudders when she takes him in her body.

“You okay?” She strokes his face.

“Perfect.” Din sighs and kisses her.

His hands find her waist as she rolls her hips. There is no space between them. Just two beings moving together in the soft light of her room. She cries out at how his body drags over her bundle of nerves. He’s so deep.

They’re building towards their crest and she falters. It’s too much. She can’t possibly. Her hands clutch onto his broad tan shoulders. Something has changed and he knows it too.

“Din…” Her heart pounds in her ears.

“Zalia, I’ve got you.” Din strokes her cheekbone with his thumb. “I’ve got you.”

That’s all she needs. They fall together. His fingers dig into her hips as he buries his face between her breasts. She cradles his head and strokes his curls. The only sound in the room is their staggered breathing.

Zalia untangles herself from him and disappears to the refresher. When she returns, Din has a sated smile on his face. He reaches out a hand and she takes it, letting him pull her into bed.

He rests his head on her chest as she drapes the blanket over them. He falls asleep to the soothing feeling of her fingers running up and down his scalp. It’s a tenderness he hasn’t felt in a long time.

Din wakes with a start. His helmet is off and he’s naked. He looks over and sees Zalia fast asleep next to him and he relaxes. Her dark hair has streaks of purple in it now. He brushes the back of his knuckles against the ends. She stirs so he leaves a kiss on the base of her spine.

“That tickles.”

Din does it again before taking a handful of her hair aside to kiss her shoulder blades. She rolls over and beckons him with her finger. Her hands caress his face.

“How do you maintain this?” Her thumb smooths over his facial hair.

“I’m allowed to see my face.” Din chuckles and Zalia’s eyebrows jump.

“He can laugh!”

Din kisses her thumb when she traces his full lips.

“You’re gorgeous.” She smiles and settles on top of him.

“Me? Do you know how fucking frustrating it is to hate you when you look like this?” He squeezes her wide hips.

“Do you still hate me?” Those gold eyes burn into him.

“No, cyar’ika.” Din doesn’t break her gaze.

“You know, I like to keep moving but I wouldn’t hate it if it was the same direction as you.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad.”

“But this doesn’t mean I like you.”

Din laughs loudly. Zalia leans down for a kiss and he flips them. He nuzzles her neck and she giggles.

Din grits his teeth behind his helmet. The bounty in front of him has the kid in its claws. Suddenly, something drops on its shoulders causing him to let go of Grogu. Din swoops him up. He turns back just in time to see Zalia shooting the bounty through the neck. He slumps forward and she hops down. Grogu waddles over to her.

“Hi, buddy. Remember me?” She smiles. There’s blue dye highlighted in her dark tresses.

Grogu shows her the blue jewel and stands on her boot. She picks him up.

“It’s a wonder he hasn’t eaten it yet.” Din walks over to her.

“Hey.”

They get the kid some food and wander to their temporary lodgings. Once inside, Din removes his helmet and tugs her into him.

“You’re a day early. Missed me?”

“Din, I–”

“I know. This doesn’t mean you like me.”

“No.” Zalia laughs and cups his face as he tries to hide his frown. “Cause I love you.”

“You’re never easy on me.” Din kisses her softly.

“Aw, you love me.” She chuckles.

“Ner mirdala cyar’ika.” His thumb brushes her chin.

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