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Tatooine was hot. 

The type of hot that set into your skin and sank beneath your bones. The dry heat was more than enough for unprepared wanderers to fall victim to the boundless dune sea. 

You had been one of those unlucky people. 

A walk from Bestine to Mos Taike was totally feasible, right? You could make stops along moisture farms and camp at night and things would be fine. 

Wrong.

By day two you realized you were completely turned around and running low on water, trudging through miles upon miles of dense sand and wondering how much longer until you came across something. 

Anything. 

But then your water ran out completely, and the sun was setting once more. So all you could really do was wait for your fate to permanently be sealed. Collapsing in the sand. Huffing out a tired breath. Tears wasting the last bit of water left in your system. 

Until a shadowed figure blocked the setting sun and scooped your upper body into their lap. 

“ C’mon. Drink.”

Your guardian angel had the prettiest voice. A drawl so deep it refreshed you like the water that spilled over your lips and down your neck before you could even process that you were meant to drink it. 

And then drink it you did. 

You grabbed the stranger’s wrist, refusing to let them remove their canteen from your mouth until you’d downed the entire thing greedily. 

“ Easy , wildflower,” the savior offered, “ Plenty of water at Mos Pelgo.”

Arriving at said town was a dazed affair. You were draped across the stranger’s lap as a speeder gilded you both across the dune sea with zero effort when compared to your wobbly legs. You passed out for most of the ride, only able to remember the detail that the person that saved you was sporting Mandalorian armor. 

Mos Pelgo, as you soon learned, had become a safe haven for those driven mad by the twin suns. If someone stumbled into town exhausted and confused, the locals were prepared. They were cautious folk to be sure, but not without honor. Water, rations, and shade were offered without hesitation until the poor creature was able to vocalize where they needed to be and how they’d managed to get so out of their way. 

By the time you’d been given fresh clothing and more water, you were officially introduced to the man who had saved you. Cobb Vanth was the fearless marshal of Mos Pelgo who had single handedly ended the mining colony’s occupation and reset law and order for the sake of the people. He had been scanning over the dune sea as a nightly perimeter check when he’d seen you collapse in the sand.

In that case you’d been rather lucky. 

The marshal sat down in the seat opposite you as you rehabilitated in the small cantina. The man was formidable and inaccessible with all the beskar encompassing his body. You felt small beneath the expressionless gaze as you sipped your water awkwardly. His head tilted to the side in interest as you spoke. 

“ Thank you… for saving me,” you mumbled shyly, “ I’m pretty sure I would have died.”

At first nothing. No sign of understanding or knowledge that you had appreciated his effort. 

Then, he took off the helmet. 

And damnit, he was attractive. 

He was older than you by far, but that didn’t mean his charms were lost by age. The slope of his jaw was just as alluring as the scruff of his beard. Never had you thought that someone like him would be your type, but now it was even more difficult to maintain your composure than it had been with the expressionless helmet. 

“I ain’t no stranger to wanderin’, but it would’ve been a shame to lose such a pretty face, wildflower,” the marshal winked. 

You stayed. 

Maybe it was the fact that you had nowhere else in the galaxy to go. Maybe it was the small town charm and the hard working attitude that kept you there. 

Or maybe it was the damned marshal in his damned armor being so damned alluring.

Either way the townsfolk accepted you, which was more than you could ask for. They let you work at the tiny cantina, bussing tables and pouring drinks so that Taanti could have fewer duties on his plate. A small, abandoned hut on the outskirts of town became your home. It was best described as a fixer upper, but new neighbors were kind in offering what they could to make it more homey. 

And as far as the marshal was concerned, you tiptoed around him while trying to convince yourself that there was no harm in a little crush. 

But the worst part of it all was his offering of  steady attention. 

Vanth checked in several times a week, knocking on your door or stopping in the cantina. It was always something along the lines of “ How goes it, wildflower?” or “ How’s Taanti treatin’ you?” or even “ Hey, heard your sonic shower is down. Want me to come give it a once over for ya?”  

Maker forbid, you imagine that man in the shower, much less your shower. 

You had to wonder if you were just a town novelty to him. Something stimulating and exciting that would be plenty interesting up until a new, more attractive person stumbled into Mos Pelgo. But even when two new faces came and went, marshal Vanth still visited and called you wildflower. 

It all came to a head on a night like any other. You were finishing up the cantina closing work by wiping down each table when a certain shadow flit up behind you. You spun around quickly to face the person head on, astounded when you were greeted with the marshal, helmetless and hotter than ever. 

“ Vanth…” you said, sounding far more needy than surprised. He was in your space, and you didn’t mind in the slightest. 

“ Hey wildflower,” he mumbled, leaning up against the wall next to you, “ I’ve got a burning question for you.”

What burning question could possibly warrant him coming in after hours. Either way you’d do anything to keep his attention. 

“Ask away…”

He smiled softly. 

“ Had you thought about settlin’ anywhere before you got yourself a heat stroke?”

You hoped that he didn’t sense the way your face flushed at the mention of your stupid and headstrong march through the desert. 

“No,” you answered truthfully, “ I was trying to find my way to Mos Taike. From there I’d go to Mos Espa to buy passage to another planet. Didn’t have any reason to stay and figured that somewhere with more water would suit me better.”

The man chuckled, a sound that caused a shiver to ride up your spine. 

“Then something's keepin’ you here, wildflower, and it’s not the work. I bet that I could guess what,” Cobb leaned forward, lips now a breaths width away from your own, “Someone’s caught your eye, haven’t they? Some boy, maybe?”

He sounded a bit jealous, if you were being completely honest. Maybe he was. Maybe a part of him wanted you just as much as you wanted him. You could hope. So you offered a branch for him to grab should he so choose. 

“The boys in town don’t find me all that interesting,” you admitted honestly. It wasn’t like you had more than three options your age, all of which wouldn’t chase either way. 

His answer stole your breath. 

“That’s ‘cause you deserve to be with a man, wildflower. You know that right? Someone to provide and take proper care of every little whim you have?”

Cobb pulled into your space fully, fingers reaching and just… expertly brushing the side of your face with his glove. All coy and playful while setting your blood ablaze with soft physical touch that you’d been craving for months. 

“And you’re-,” your words caught in your throat before you tried again, “ And you’re volunteering?”

He extended his hand. 

“If you’re willin’, I’ll take you back to my place and give you the night of your life.”

Your mouth was dry, palms sweaty, but you wiped your hand off on your pants and slotted it into his against your better judgement. You knew people were probably watching from windows overlooking the cantina. You knew talk spread fast in Mos Pelgo. But at this point you didn’t care. 

Cobb Vanth was interested in you and hinting at a night in his bed. 

Who were you to deny such an innocently carnal offering? Especially after spending the better half of six months staring at him. 

And the man didn’t lie. 

It truthfully was the night of your life. 

He had been slow and attentive, but all encompassing nonetheless. Every move he made was deliberate, and it showed. 

“ Pretty things don’t fall into my bed very often, so I hope it’s alright if I take my sweet time pulling you apart.”

You crumpled beneath him, only for the man to reconstruct your entire being just to do it all over again. 

You had to commend his enthusiasm. 

You woke up alone as the marshal attended his duties to the town, but a hot breakfast had been prepared and set with a note to “drink water and sleep in”. You blushed at the thought of being seen leaving Cobb’s home in broad daylight still wearing your clothes from yesterday, and easily agreed that it would be best if you lounged and enjoyed the larger bed and hand built air conditioning unit. 

He also had a real shower, not a sonic one. You could care less about the metallic taste or that it could only reach a lukewarm temperature to soothe your aching muscles, it was water washing away the grime and dirt that had stuck long before the prior night's activities. 

Your later shift brought Vanth and his troupe of companions sitting at a table in the back and drinking their usuals. They stayed late into the night while dealing out round after round of sabacc as you replenished their alcohol accordingly. It was your first time seeing him since the night before due to his pressing duties, so you tried your best to control the flustered manner you served his table with as he watched you intently. 

Soon enough, they were the only group left. 

“ Wildflower, you all done cleaning?”

“ Yes,” you refused to stutter in front of the group of the town’s most respected men, “ I’m gonna have to kick you out soon.”

“Just one more game, sweetheart,” the term of endearment rolled off his tongue as if he’d said it millions of times. It stunned you that he was so forward, especially in front of his friends. Suddenly his hand creeped around your waist and pulled you in a bit closer, “ Sit with me while we finish up?”

There were still things you could probably clean behind the bar if you’d really needed to, but you were an efficient enough worker to have finished all that needed to be done. You hesitated nonetheless, knowing what a display like this would mean. Sitting with him was a sure confirmation of rumors that had already spread to the outskirts of the tiny town. But upon thinking upon it, and looking at his soft expression while watching over your face, you found that you liked the idea far more than going back to the bar to sweep the floors. 

Your head nodded softly, finally answering his question. Cobb smiled brighter than the twin suns as he guided you even closer to settle upon his lap. The beskar dug into your thighs, but you really didn’t mind, especially when strong arms circled around your waist and held you close. 

“ Shall we continue, gents?” Vanth spoke as if nothing had changed from their last round. You knew what he was doing. The marshal had an affinity for showing off from his sharpshooting to the armor he took such pride in. You would be no exception. 

You shied away at first under the gaze of three other men, which included your boss, Taanti, off the clock and shuffling the deck quietly. He was a humanoid of few words, but his kinship to the marshal and your respect for him as a person was enough for you to seek his blessing. The weequay shrugged as if he didn’t care either way and began dealing the final round of the night. His silent sign of approval was enough to make you smile softly. 

“ You smell nice,” Cobb whispered just for you, nose burrowing at the base of your neck as he breathed in deeply. You shivered at the words and nearly forgot that you were sitting at a table with three others. Instead you settled into his arms, content with officially being claimed as belonging to Cobb Vanth. There would be no more rumors, just confirmations of the soft things he had already promised you during the prior night’s pillow talk. 

So you gladly followed him home for another night tangled between sheets. 

Which led to a proper date. 

Which led to moving in with him. 

Which led to tonight. 

Because Tatooine was hot, but Cobb Vanth had that luxurious personal coolant system set up in his hut. It sent a steady breeze over his bed and kept the entire humble abode at a perfect temperature. You spent many a night actually able to cuddle, tucked beneath his arm and reveling in shared body heat that would have been unbearable if your partner wasn’t handy and capable of maintaining effective cooling mechanics. 

But that comfortable temperature made it all the more impressive that your skin was drenched. 

From the top of your head to the tips of your toes you were completely covered in sweat. It was from exertion, to be sure, but you hadn’t even moved in quite a while. Every ounce of work was completed by the esteemed Cobb Vanth, cozied up between your legs and delivering orgasm after orgasm without fail. 

His mouth had found a home at the apex of your thighs. It was lewd and dirty but so damned delicious that you didn’t care. Making you lose count of completions was a very potent talent of Vanth’s, and he had taken his so called “ sweet time” pulling every orgasm out with only his fingers and tongue. Attempting to burn you from the inside out seemed to be his only goal, and by the maker it was working. 

It had become practically shameful, pushing sounds from wet lips that you didn’t know were possible to be made. You had lost control of your words a few minutes ago, and instead resorted to petty whimpers, mumbled versions of his name, and airy pleads. The marshal ate it up, humming against your cunt in just the perfect way to drive you crazy. You knew he loved the way his name sounded when you whined it, which is why he kept pressing his fingers in and up just to devastate your already sensitive body. 

You looked down in a momentary lapse of judgement, as you were far unprepared for what you would bear witness to. Vanth was a true sight to behold, as per usual. Framed by quivering legs and your fingers which had gained a death grip in his hair, he stared up at you with lust blown eyes. 

You cried out and threw your head back into the plush pile of pillows the marshal had set up for you. The movement had your spine arching enticingly as your body gave way to another rush of pleasure. 

Everything was muffled for a weightless moment. Blood rushed to your ears and deafened the praises and grunts of approval that always spilled from him so freely in moments like this. Regaining your bearings was a slow process, especially since you knew that this must have been orgasm four… or maybe even five… of the night. 

A dull stinging sensation on your skin had your mind returning to its coherence. While peeking down as cautiously as curiously, you saw that Cobb had taken it upon himself to lavish your inner thighs with playful bites. 

“ Maker, you’re pretty,” he spoke clearly while  accenting each word with a nip to your skin. He left marks like no other lover you’d known. It was as if telling him you were his would never compare to the way his lips could stain your skin in a specific pattern to show you belonged to him. Slowly his kisses made a trail up until you were face to face once more. 

“You ready for me?” he asked softly, hand brushing along your cheek thoughtfully. You nodded without hesitation and leaned into his gentle touch. 

You had been ready for him an hour ago, but sex with Cobb was never a short ordeal. He’d always take however long he deemed necessary to break down every defense and leave you more than satisfied so that he could finally sink in and enjoy everything laid out for him. It was always raw and passionate and overwhelming and perfect. 

If you knew this treatment was what waited for you across the dune sea, you’d have accidentally stumbled into Mos Pelgo years ago. 

“Are you sure? You’re shakin’ like a leaf, wildflower,” your marshal muttered. You truthfully shuddered like the desert winds that rattled the windows of every building lining the small town. Cobb Vanth was just that damn good in bed. He’d explained from your first night that for every orgasm he had, he planned to give you two. Little did you know that two was a minimum and few and far from what the actual experience was like. 

While he was plenty smug on his prowess and thoroughness, his voice still held that gentle concern which convinced you he would slow down or even stop if you said the word. Still, you had no interest in stopping, especially since the most you had to do was lay back and enjoy. Taking a deep breath, you filled your lungs to max capacity to try and regain control of your lovingly fried nerves once more. 

“Positive,” a silent promise that you were enjoying yourself, even in the overwhelming moments. 

“Ask nicely, then.”

You nearly groaned in protest, but bit your tongue instead. Cobb never could begin without your verbal acquiescence, and you learned from the get go that it was better to bend eagerly to his will than resist it even playfully. The man didn’t prefer obstinance of any sort, he rather craved raw willingness and gentle subjugation. You gave yourself to him gladly, each little part, good and bad, and he in turn transformed you into his masterpiece. 

“Please Cobb,” you whispered while digging your fingers into the chorded muscles of his shoulders. He smiled, entranced by your soft plea. 

“Sure thing, wildflower.” 

He split you open with one sure push of his cock. Mos Pelgo’s marshal must have felt it, the way your muscles tensed and relaxed, nerves completely fried inside and out. You were lax against him, whimpering and gasping and completely unable to do anything other than close your eyes and let tears of overwhelming pleasure drip down your face. 

In the darkness of your eyelids, your man found your lips and took full advantage of the slight part in them. You kissed him back weakly, but still relished in the feeling of giving into his every whim. 

The marshal tasted of spotchka and spice and something so distinctly Cobb Vanth that you doubted you’d ever erase the flavor from your tongue. 

He soon hit something devastating inside you, your body snapping taut and pulling your mouth away from its dance with his own. 

“Love it when you’re like this,” he groaned, vibrating the column of your throat where his lips rested, “You’re so soft and pliant and maker you deserve to feel good. You feel good, right?”

Better than good, you wanted to say, but couldn’t find the words as he changed the angle and devastated your sensitive nerves. 

“You beauty,” he sucked a kiss beneath your ear, “Far too pretty to be with me, yet here you are.”

You wanted to assure him that he was the true prize. Wanted to mumble how he stole your breath whenever he walked into a room, with or without showy Mandalorian armor. How you spent your dreams and waking moments alike enamored by every inch of him. 

But nothing came out of your parted lips. 

You were truthfully wrung out and left to dry in Cobb’s strong arms, riding out another orgasm that you didn’t know had begun. It simmered inside your lower stomach and sent you pleasantly spiraling in place. 

A few more calculated thrusts from the man sent him over the edge in a mess of sweat and limbs. Cobb groaned and bit your shoulder, causing an unbecoming squeak to slip out without your control. 

Vanth slowed to a stop, sighing and pressing his nose to your collarbone as the weight of tatooine's gravity seemed to press down on him to comfortably crush you beneath. Weak arms draped his shoulders and held him close as you calmed down from your escapade. 

Despite the smallest amount of discomfort from his weight, you wouldn’t move even if the maker told you to. You would never be more content than moments like this, basking in the afterglow and enjoying how fate had somehow landed you in the same spot of the vast universe as this gloriously selfless and unsettlingly beautiful man. 

He seemed to think the same. 

“I’m so happy I plucked you from the sea, wildflower,” his voice vibrated your neck gently. 

“Yeah,” you whispered breathily, “Me too marshal.”