|1| The Incident

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So apparently you aren't alone on this ship.

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It doesn't take long to gather up the few items you possess and throw them in to your pack. A quick goodbye to Peli (who doesn't even bother to look up from the hyperdrive she's working on) and you walk onto the Razor Crest to leave everything you've ever known behind. You are sure you look like a total dork beaming out the window as the planet's surface shrinks below you.

Once you are safely in hyper space 'Mando' (as Peli calls him) gives you a quick, shortly worded run down of where you can find anything you might need. Something about his silent yet commanding demeanor is as intoxicating as it is unnerving. You try your best to not be a total wimp when you realize you are going to be the only two on this relatively small ship, and you know nothing about this man except that he is giant, intimidating, and probably has more weapons than personal belongings.

You come up to a cargo compartment, a few feet off the floor and little more than half your height tall. Mando opens the door "This will serve as your bunk" he instructs, nodding to wards the space. There is a sleeping mat and some basic bedding folded and stacked military style at the foot of it.

Oh.

You aren't entirely sure what you expected, though it is technically the first time you've had your own space so its not that bad. You smile up at him awkwardly "Thanks." There is an awkward few moments where you are just standing there staring at him, then he gives a subtle nod and he turns on his heels and heads back up to the cockpit.

After settling your few meager belongings in your room you decide to try to use the fresher. The idea of just running water over your body sounds so luxurious and exotic after life on a desert where water is farmed from the air and more precious than any jewel. You fiddle with the taps and manage to get the thing on, closing your eyes and stepping under the stream. The water feels like it cleanses your soul, washing over you as hot as you could tolerate. Sonic showers never fully get the fine sand and dust off your skin and seeing the red earth running into the drain makes you feel like your skin is brand new. You grab a bar of soap off the shelf - surely he won't mind? It has an incredible earthy scent and the lather is divine on your skin.

Who knew Mandalorians would have skin care routines? You close your eyes and tip your face into the stream of water, running your hands over your hair. You aren't sure if it's the intoxicating scent or the heat from the water but your mind starts to wander, and your hands follow. Surrendering yourself to the bliss, a single thought sneaks it's way into your mind - is this how HE spends his time in the fresher? The image sends your mind spiraling, you begin rubbing steady circles on your clit. What does he look like under all that? His shoulders and back so strong and broad just from the sheer weight of it all. Stars he would fill all the space in this tiny fresher. His large hands would engulf your body as he lathered you in this same soap. You are so lost in your own fantasy, focused on the rising tension between your legs you barely even register the sound of the door opening.

"GROGU! NO! DONT GO IN THERE!"

The sudden noise and rush of cold air hit you, ripping you from your own little world stealing your orgasm with it. Your eyes snap open and are met with giant black orbs staring up at you, followed immediately by the crash of steel as Mando scrambles in and grabs for the tiny creature. You feel utterly ridiculous, frozen in shock, hand still between your legs as you lock eyes with the thin slit in his helmet. A raging heat flushes your entire body at the realization of how you must look. For a second he seems as stunned as you, but quickly spins around slamming the door behind him muttering something to whatever that thing was. The whole ordeal is over in less than 5 seconds but it takes a good 30 minutes to work up the courage to crack open the door and bolt across the hull to your room.

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