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He was toying with her and they both knew it - which meant that his flirting was only going to continue as long as she still enjoyed it. He had pushed the boat out a little with the last comment, especially considering it involved letting him see her without parts of her armour. In some ways it was a harmless flirt and in other ways he might have stumbled across a societal taboo. He had no way of knowing if he had pushed too far too fast until she responded.

That she responded with a tease of her own let him know that she appreciated his comment and hadn't taken offense. More, it gave him the impression that this level of teasing and flirting was being accepted and returned. He chuckled a little bit despite himself and held his arms out wide.

"By my estimation I am daring for assuming you liked my company in the first place - what's wrong with being just a touch more darling than that?"
he tilted his head to the side slightly and gave her a wink, "Besides, I rather think I like spoiling you..."

She was a delight to tease but she was willing to push further and actually do it? Then who was he to stand in her way? Chuckling slightly, he unlocked the ship and opened up the expanded cockpit before climbing in and making himself comfortable in the slightly elongated seat. It was designed to be large enough to be used as a cot or as a seat for the pilot after all.

He began the initiation sequence for the ship as he waited for her, glad that the cockpit still had the smell of pine from the cleaning he'd given in a week ago.

"Climb aboard Reiel - and if you're still hungry I have some curry I made in storage."


Stored well and tasted good - what wasn't to love?


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It was obvious, within the Mandalorian circle and those who were versed with the culture anyway, that you must never make a pass at a Mando'ad unless you intended to offer marriage and – for an outsider's case – become a Mandalorian yourself. Had Reiel been a staunch follower of this particular rule among her people, Carrick would have already found himself trapped within a traditional Mando courtship the moment he returned her flirtations back in that Chandrilan senator's diplomatic vessel.

Perhaps he was lucky that she wasn't.

Despite the ongoing flirting and teasing going on between them, as well as liking his company to the point that she trusted him to keep his blindfold on while she was helmetless, Reiel couldn't deny the sudden wave nervousness and shyness that she felt as she took a step forward to follow Carrick. She had done well in taking all the flirtations in stride, reveled in them and made her own, even, but the whole experience was still oh so new to her that the young Mandalorian had even surprised herself that she'd managed to get this far.

Reiel liked it, liked everything that was happening so far. And she had to admit that she would like to see how far this whole thing would go. While there have been few people who expressed their interests towards her (romantically speaking), none of them really piqued hers. What set this ex-Jedi turned politician apart, then?

Was it because Carrick was physically attractive? Was it because he was going to hold a position of power in the near future in the realm of politics? Or was it because he showed nothing but respect for her and her people's culture?

"I quite enjoy your company, mesh'la. More than I'd ever anticipated."

It was the truth – he would've ended up with a vibroknife stuck between his ribs for his continued teasing if it wasn't.

She liked him because he was a capable fighter and a respectful gentleman. She liked him because he kept her on her toes with regards to just how farther she could go with her own confidence in a territory she never bothered crossing before. Reiel had been convinced that no person would ever catch her interest (again, romantically speaking) and yet here Carrick was, proving her quite wrong with his disarming smiles and words.

And damn him for being so respectful – to her Creed, and even to her as a person.

She entered his ship, removing the armor covering her upper body with swift yet methodical movements. Her gloves followed, tossing the pair somewhere behind her. It was a tedious task for those who were still getting used to being so covered by a Mandalorian's iron skin, but she was no fledgling. Setting the pieces of armor carefully and almost reverently on the floor beside the pilot seat, Reiel let Carrick finish the ship's initiation sequence before sitting sideways on his lap, eyes behind her helmet widening and her cheeks turning red upon feeling the warmth radiating off of his body through the fabric of her flightsuit. Unconsciously she pressed against him, all too amazed at the brand new experience that lay before her.

The thought of food fled her as she pressed one palm over his chest, her own heart beating rapidly against her sternum.

Awe replaced her earlier anxiety and timidity, and Reiel laid her helmeted head on his shoulder.

This felt... wonderful. Could she get used to this?

"Curry sounds good, more so that you made it... but maybe later," she muttered, squirming a little on his lap to get even more comfortable. "I guess I was right – this has to be the comfiest seat in your ship, indeed."

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The Force helpfully informed him that, for all her bravado, she was nervous and inexperienced with this kind of thing. He hadn't thought she was overly 'experienced' as it were but it fit that she was trying to give as good as she got but was finding the whole thing rather overwhelming. Carrick was only doing slightly better because he had so much experience in minding and controlling his emotions and even then it was a close thing.

Though he was caught a little bit flat-footed by her truthful comment about how much she enjoyed his company. How it had been appreciated more than she had expected and he was struck by how similar it was to his own experience.

"... same, Reiel."


He couldn't help but be brief but truthful in his response to that, lacking any hint of the teasing from before. It wouldn't do for her to think he was just teasing her about that after all. Carrick found it a tougher task to prep his ship for takeoff if only because he was having to do it while trying to keep himself from stealing glances at Reiel as she removed her armor.

More of her was revealed even if most of it was covered by a flightsuit still. He swallowed a little lump in his throat that formed when she sat sideways on his lap and his left hand moved without him thinking. Curling his left arm around her waist, cradling her lower back with his arm, he grasped the controls on the left with that hand... he didn't need to basically pull her into him to use the controls but he wasn't going to move the arm unless she asked him to.

Carrick let out a slight groan as she moved around in his lap but it had nothing to do with an discomfort. His cheeks reddened slightly as he flicked the switch to close the cockpit back up after them. They were on top of each other in an enclosed space. His right hand reached up to to rest atop the hand she placed on his chest.

"So... where can I take you, Reiel?"



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She honestly didn't expect that he shared the sentiment. But she couldn't see why Carrick would lie about it, either, with him enjoying her company as much as she did his as proven by how their date went, bounty hunters ruining said date notwithstanding.

Maybe it's because she never pretended to be more than who she really was, that she had stayed true to herself, as corny as that sounded? Reiel knew that she wasn't the epitome of a person one can surely have a good time with should they choose to hang around with her. Maker, she didn't even have that much of an awesome personality to keep people around. The Mando mentally shook her head – the answer would soon present itself to her when the right time came. Being overly worried about it won't get her anywhere.

A content sigh escaped her lips when she felt his arm around her small waist. Reiel was short in stature, but she felt even tinier seated on his lap with his arm around her. She smiled, burrowing against his warmth like a loth-kitten. She would've purred (or what the human equivalent of the sound might be) as well, to be honest, had she not heard him groan slightly when she squirmed. Reiel mentally cursed herself. Was she making him uncomfortable? She had to be, her thighs and legs were still armored, after all. Maybe the added weight belied how light she was...?

Hand fisted on his robe with worry, she moved her head off of his shoulder to look up at him, mindful that she won't hit him on the chin with her buy'ce.

"Oh, um, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be moving around," she apologized. "Am I too heavy? Perhaps I should remove the rest of my armor–"

The sight of his slightly flushed face made her eyes widen in realization. Oh. Oh. She was a grown woman atop an equally grown man in an enclosed space, with nothing separating them except maybe for their clothes – and in her case, half of her full cuirass. Reiel stilled, her own face heating up as her mind practically flew to the gutter unheeded.

Disgrace! Disgrace to the clan and to Mandalore! Jail! Jail for you for one thousand years, Reiel, you dirty-minded freak!

They were clearly having a moment, a soft and almost intimate one at that – a Mando didn't just shed their armor for anyone, after all, especially for an outsider. Or so that was what her buir always reminded her. And then she had gone and wrecked said moment up with a stray dirty thought... or two.

"On the contrary, I think I'll just leave them on," Reiel blurted out, chuckling awkwardly in an attempt to hide her embarrassment. "I'll just sit here, steady as rock, unmoving, so I won't get in the way while you fly your ship. Yep. No extra movements from me, no sir. You won't even notice that I'm here."

Her face felt so hot, it was a wonder that she wasn't overheating with the helmet on. The T of her visor found his chest when she timidly ducked her head, still mortified at her own blunder that despite her bucket hiding her face Carrick could still see her if he ever looked down at her. Maker, she wouldn't hold it against him should he mercilessly tease her for it. His hand on top of hers calmed her somewhat, making her remember that he had asked her a question before her mind could go back to–

Nope, gonna have to stop thinking about that little groan again, no matter how good it sounded even through her helmet's audio receptors.

"To Eriadu, if it's not too much of a bother," she replied in a small voice. "Got someone in there who hired me for a job. It's not urgent, don't worry. I– I still want to spend more time with you, to be honest. And it's not that I'm turning you into a taxi service or something! Please don't think of it that way!"


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Did she really have to ask that question? Force it was like she didn't realize that she was basically grinding her backside against his thighs. Did she realize it or not? Actually it kind of looked like she didn't but bringing it up didn't exactly help with the reddening of his cheeks and he turned to one side ever so slightly to try and hide from the way she was looking at his cheeks.

The evidence that the unflappable Jedi turned politician was blushing like a schoolboy.

"You ah... you aren't heavy at all."
he assured her with a forced shrug, "Honestly you sitting there feels... well we can just leave that thought there for now otherwise this might be a long trip."

His arm around her was more honest however and pulled her back onto his lap a little bit more without him meaning to do it. But even if the movement hadn't been intentional? The results of said movement were very much something he was enjoying.

He looked her right where he thought her eyes were and spoke before he thought better of it.

"What if I like you sitting there?"


Ha... as if it was a 'what if' instead of a certainty. Carrick couldn't help but chuckle a little bit - if he could have waved it off he would have but they were a bit 'snuggled up' and he was still flying the ship.

"For you? No bother at all. Eriadu it is."



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Good? Was that what he was trying to imply when he trailed off? Reiel never liked to assume, but something told her that she might be correct into thinking about that particular word.

She looked back up at Carrick when he pulled her back onto his lap. She willingly went with him, melting under his touch as she met his gaze. His question alone was more than enough to send the butterflies in her stomach to... no, flutter wasn't enough to describe the feeling. The butterflies in her stomach partied like there was no tomorrow, Maker damn them.

Gathering her courage for another admission, Reiel ran her hand from his chest up to his chin, fingers lightly caressing his beard. She let out a breathy laugh at the feeling. That tickled!

"I'm afraid you'll have to learn to get used to this, since it's now one of my favorite spots in the galaxy."

He was warm and solid under her, and she wouldn't be surprised if he's packing some nice muscles underneath all the robes he wore. Perfect for snuggling up with for someone as tiny as her.

"Vor entye," she told him gratefully. "Thank you. You really are spoiling this little beroya, darling."

Reiel shifted her thighs carefully and slowly, mindful not to cause any further... discomfort. Then something poked against the durasteel concealed by the cloth sewn on top of her right thigh. The hand on Carrick's chin lowered to his side, digging carefully as if in search for something–

"Lightsaber," she told him as she pulled the weapon free, grinning amid the fierce blush on her face. "Thought you're just happy to have me on your lap. Lucky we didn't manage to hit the button or else I'm sure I'd get impa–"

Reiel cut herself off and cleared her throat with a light cough.

"You know what? I'll just hold on to this. For safekeeping."

She placed the saber on her lap, helmeted head once again settling on his shoulder. They needed to find something else to talk about or else the flight to Eriadu would turn into a really long trip.

"I really enjoyed spending time with you tonight, Carrick. I want to be forward with you so I'll just ask straight to the point – you up for a second date next time?"

Here's hoping he shared the sentiment and would agree. If not, then she would just have to respect his decision, right?

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Carrick had to fight down the urge to laugh a little bit as her words immediately conjured up thoughts of Reiel, sitting atop his lap, declaring that it was her favorite seat.

'I am Reiel Crowholde and this is my favorite seat in the Galaxy'.

Catchy.

Of course when she kept moving around slightly on his lap she kept... moving. Well there was movement in his lap and his cheeks were getting warmer and warmer. Was it hot in here or was it just her? Thank the Force he'd not said such a corny line out loud but still.

He chuckled, a little breathless, as she pulled his lightsaber off of his belt and put it on her lap. She was handling his lightsaber in his lap - he was reasonably sure that was how every dirty joke about a Jedi started actually.

"Please keep a tight hold of my weapon."
he couldn't help but add to tease her, "Wouldn't want it going off at this point."

... he was horrible and he knew it.

He chuckled a little bit again, this time a more relaxed sound as he rested his chin against the top of her helmet for a moment. There was something so very wholesome about the moment despite the fact that she was currently atop of him.

"A second date sounds lovely - might try a nightclub or something to spice things up a touch."


As though being shot at wasn't spicy enough.


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The laugh that escaped Reiel was unrestrained and full of glee. Shoulders shaking, she playfully hit Carrick on his chest with her hand, mindful of the strength behind the light-hearted strike of her open palm. She could hit a fellow Mando as hard as she liked considering the durability of the armor they wore and the gruelling training they received (made them get used to enduring pain, really), but she was always mindful of who she was interacting with – more so towards people and beings outside of their Creed.

And besides, she knew that Carrick would not appreciate it if she hit him with as much force as she could muster in her amusement.

"You are horrible!" she told him jokingly, a little breathless in between peals of laughter and trying her best not to throw her head back in fear of smacking him accidentally on the chin with her helmet. "Horrible! You're lucky that I like you!"

She hadn't realized that she'd said that last part out loud, but she meant it regardless. Laughter abating into breathy giggles, her face flushed yet again when she felt a slight pressure on top of her helmet. Reiel grinned at the feeling, her hand finding the back of his neck to keep him from moving – even just for a short moment.

Anyone would jump at the opportunity of having a woman in their lap to try and do something funny, but despite the dirty jokes and certain unintentional movements that caused certain... feelings to arise, Reiel had to admit that there existed something entirely wholesome despite the position they were in.

They were two consenting adults who could do whatever they wanted but chose to respect each other's boundaries despite the constant teasing and flirting (and now her atop him, with his arm around her) going on between them.

"Oh, damn. I was kind of worried you'd decline," Reiel replied with a relieved smile. "A nightclub, huh? I'm sure you just want to see me dance."

Her smile turned into a coy grin.

"Too bad nightclubs are packed with people, though. Guess we'll just have to settle with me clanking on the dancefloor in my heavy armor."

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Carrick just grinned without saying a word when Reiel lightly smacked his chest and started laughing – it was a sound he rather liked, truth be told. It was a light and airy kind of laugh that seemed to gain some further depth to it by the way it needed to leave the helmet first. Unable to help it, he chuckled in return and his arm wrapped around her lower back squeezed her slightly.

“You’ve only just figured that out?”
he teased her lightly, “I’ve been horrible for awhile… and I figured I liked you back on the ship.”

He grinned a little bit, guilelessly for once as well.

“Figured it out rather quickly really.”


But being in touch with his emotions was something he had gained after spending so many years as a Jedi. If nothing else, he knew himself and he knew what he wanted for himself and for his life. So far he didn’t see anything that changed his mind about what he wanted.

And what he wanted was a second date…

“I’ll com you with a second date idea – if you’re interested still, I’ll get to see you shake your beskar and you get to see me dance like a Jedi.”
He grinned, “That’s a code word for badly by the way.”

Being shot at and blasting away from a planet with a half-unarmoured Mando on his lap? Carrick would say this was the most interesting first date he’d ever had.



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