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Smiling softly as he continued affectionately rubbing Din’s feet, doing his best to ignore the bruise mottled skin covering the other’s body as too  much staring made Din self conscious and uncomfortable, Boba instead focused on the look of contentment on Din’s beautiful face.

Laying propped on the practically obscene amount of pillows on their bed in all the colors of the rainbow in simply his shorts, Din was the picture of comfort in the slight sunlight peeking in through the curtains, his lashes resting gently against his cheeks as he breathed steadily.

If it wasn’t for the minute shifting now and again, Boba would think the other asleep as he drew soft, steady breaths in his nose and out his slightly open mouth.

As it was, Din was simply so comfortable and content that he was relaxing, the buzz of his head silent.

It thrilled the deep parts of Boba that wanted the other coddled and soothed the parts of him that wanted Din’s trust, to see the other with his eyes closed against their bed.

Occasionally when he shifted, the sun would glint of his collar and Boba’s attention would be drawn to it, his own mind buzzing with comfort as he was reminded that now Din’s collar could only be unlocked with a biolock and would shock anyone that was not him or Din trying to remove it or even touching Din.

Worst case scenario, it also had a tracker built into it.

Din had initially thrown a small fit about Boba wanting his collar for a few days, both his hands holding onto it around his neck with wide, almost betrayal filled eyes, sitting upright against the headboard of their bed.

The look had hurt Boba deep into his soul and he had quickly soothed the other while explaining himself to Din.

He wasn’t taking the collar away for good, just for a few days, just to equip it with safety and protective features for the future. With the explanation, Din had relaxed, though Boba had noted that Din was antsy over the next few days, causing Boba to work faster on the collar and delay several meetings.

He had pissed of several of his liaisons off world, people he knew would be even more difficult to work with after being ignored as Boba had done to focus on the collar.

But it was worth it in his eyes when he clicked the collar back around Din’s neck and saw how the others shoulders relaxed, curious tanned fingers brushing at the beskar that once more lined his throat.

No one was going to harm Din again as Princess or abduct him, because the moment someone tried to touch the collar, an alert would go to Boba’s gauntlet.

He would be informed, the tracker would go live and Din would be found as fast as Boba could move.

Every precaution was now taken, additional guards where Din ventured as Princess, holo cams with no blind spots with as many as had been set up with a direct feed to Boba’s office and Din’s collar equipped.

No, no one would harm Din again without severe consequences and if he had to put a blaster in Din’s hand as Princess while out in public, he would.

Everyone knew that Din was capable of murder even without a blaster, so Boba had no qualms about putting a blaster in his hands and telling him to shoot the first one that touched him without permission

He would never again have this situation happen, to feel so helpless in the face of danger to a loved one.

Especially one as precious to him as Din was.

And even more important, Din was never to put in a situation of hurt and pain again, not on Boba’s planet and especially not in his palace.

Their palace.

Curving his hand around the heel of Din’s left food, he raised carefully, watching Din’s face for a sign of discomfort only to find the other cracking one eye open to a silver to watch. It made him smile as he raised Din’s foot fully as he bent his head, pressing a soft kiss to the arch of the foot.

Din’s cheeks flushed a bit, a shy smile crossing his lips at the action.

Unable to resist, Boba pressed a few more kisses over the arch and up to the ankle, rubbing gently at the heel, keeping his gaze locked with Din’s now open eyes. “Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum Din.” He whispered quietly against the sun tanned skin, Din having turned darker under the suns of Tatooine as Princess.

Din’s cheeks darkened to a ruddy red, his smile growing into that sweet smile Boba had come to adore so much from his little one, his Princess. “Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum balyc Boba.”  He murmured.

Placing the other’s foot back down on the bed, Boba crawled forward, his right hand reaching in to carefully run his fingertips against warm skin until he was leveled with Din’s face, settling his forearms on the pillows to cage the others head in.

He only settled his body down in the lightest of pressure, too aware of how badly of the other was still sore and hurting even if he was recovering. Boba’s own scars often reminding him to be gentle as they ached with phantom pain or sensitivity. But enough pressure that Din knew he was there as Boba carefully pressed their foreheads together.

Din pressed gently back, returning the mirshmure’cya as they shared the air from each others lungs, Din’s right hand coming up to slowly stroke over the back of Boba’s head and neck. His left remained settled on his own chest.

Boba suspected it was a subconscious decision, a protective move by the mando.

But in that moment, he was more preoccupied peering into Din’s dark eyes, relief in his soul as Din’s fever was as good as gone while he enjoyed the intimacy of their Keldable kiss.

“Ner Cabur. Cabur be ner kar’ta.” Din whispered quietly, the coveted title singing along Boba’s veins with Din’s breath washing over his face.

Not like the title of buir’ika.

That was for play.

But to be Din’s protector, to guard him not only physically but to guard his heart and soul after all Din had gone through…

Catching Din’s left hand, bringing it to his lips, Boba breathed out shakily. “Mesh’la… you honor me.” He didn’t have any other words for what Din was giving him, his chest feeling too tight.

Din just continued smiling slightly, his hand still slowly stroking over the back of Boba’s head as he entrusted all he was and all he could be into the other’s hands.

But then again, wasn’t Boba doing the same?

The thought settled into Boba’s chest and he felt himself settle at the thought, smiling slightly as he stole a sweet kiss from Din’s lips, still holding Din’s damaged hand to his chest.

He was fine with that, trusting himself to Din.

Trusting himself to the one he loved more than his own life.

Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum = I love you

Balyc = Also

Mirshmure’cya = Keldable kiss (nickname for a headbutt)

Ner Cabur = My protector

Cabur be ner kar’ta  = Protector of my heart