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Though she's much shorter, the Armorer seems to have no issue holding Bo up against the wall as she fucks her, strap sinking in an out of her at an relentless pace. Embarrassing high-pitched sounds escape from Bo every time it goes in and rubs against a spot inside her that makes her see stars. Even though she's never been fucked so hard and fast, the Armorer is doing it with the same control and precision she does everything else with. Bo doesn't even hear her panting.
"Close your eyes," says the Armorer, and Bo does, because if she's learned anything, is that answers will come whether she asks questions or not.
One of the hands supporting her disappears, and so she wraps her thighs tighter around the Armorer's hips. A moment later, she feels the bottom edge of a beskar helmet against her cheekbone, followed by warm, soft, wonderful lips against hers. She comes moaning into the Armorer's mouth, drenching both of them, and for a few moments, all the doubts and questions are replaced by warmth and belonging. The tears that sting her eyes she buries in the Armorer's furry shoulder.
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When they emerge together from the former covert to join the others, the Mandalorian standing guard outside the sewers gives no indication that she was aware of what had happened, and falls in line behind them without a second glance. But Bo thought that she was squeezing her thighs together a little too hard to have just been standing at attention. Despite that, somehow her bare face makes her feel far more exposed.