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Perhaps you had both been naive.
Though your love burned brightly, Boba was a hunter at heart. He had killed, he was ruthless, he showed little mercy to the wicked... and you would never know that side of him, he told himself constantly. He would lose you if he did.
He always thought he would lose you, one way or another.
Still his softness for you never faltered. It was a deadly illness for a bounty hunter to have; on the job, he couldn’t shake the thought of you and the almost childlike adoration you had for him. It felt like a nagging weight that would soon drown him to an early grave.
In next few years, you found yourself with child. It was not planned, but it was not unwelcome either. It was a baby girl — a near replica of her father in almost every way — who made you both feel complete, who made you feel like your love now had a physical manifestation of itself. And she always refused to close her eyes at nap time. Always.
“Just like your father,” you’d smile at the stubborn child.
“Vaar’ika, be kind to your mother,” Boba would chide her. “Two Fetts are quite enough.”
It should have been enough. It really should have. But life is cruel, and soon you would have to wake up from this dream. Your clan of three couldn’t stay together forever. Boba would be away for weeks at a time. You couldn’t bring the baby, you had your shop to run... and so your relationship practically ceased to exist. It was like you lived separate lives.
And Boba didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He wanted you and the child to want for nothing. But still, there were the nagging voices in the back of his head that told him his intentions were not as pure as he claimed them to be, just as they did when he took you as his wife. Hunting was in his blood... and he’d take the next job after the next after the next until he decided he had finally scrubbed the galaxy of filth.
“Buir,” the baby would quack happily, holding her little hands high to be picked up. That’s always what she called her father when he’d come home. That is, until, he started coming home less frequently.
The moment she simply looked up at him with a blank face, as if he was a stranger, was like a dagger to both of your hearts.
“Boba...” you said softly to grab his attention.
“Boba,” the child repeated.
It was as if his world came crashing down on him.
Still, he'd share your bed when he was home. He was always welcomed to your bed. He’d sneak in, in the middle of the night, and it was as if no time had passed. It was familiar. Easy.
“I want you to come live with me,” he whispers in your ear as his hips rut into yours with slow, deliberate thrusts.
“On Slave I?”
You had been over this before; you couldn’t live on the ship with the baby, despite how adamant Boba had been that you would be safer with him there.
“No, princess,” he replies. “On Tatooine.”
“Yeah? And what’s on Tatooine?” you pant.
“A palace. Where I can make you a real princess.”
You chuckle darkly as Boba runs his tongue over your pulse point, soothing your clit with the pad of his thumb. His movements quicken.
“Princess of what?” you counter. “Of scum and villainy?”
His breathing is rough and his eyes are dark with lust as your legs tremble, taking every desperate thrust. “I killed Fortuna,” he grunts, his hips stuttering. “Jabba’s palace is mine.”
Your jaw drops at his admission. His thrusts become harder, primal, and you can feel you are dripping down to the sheets.
“Boba—”
“The throne is mine, and so it is yours,” he growls.
You bite your lip as he manages to push deeper, keeping you nice and open on his length. Boba had taken down an army for you. He claimed a palace to regain his family—
You come around him, hard. Your hands grasp at his face your vision blurs, and he swallows your cries with his mouth, relishing in everything that’s you— your taste, your sound, everything.
“Be with me, my love,” he pants. “Be with me. That’s all I ask.”
You can only nod frantically. You didn’t know what Boba had gotten himself into but you trusted him. You would always trust Boba.
“Things will be different, I promise,” he continues.
“I know,” you coo. “I know. I... I missed you.”
You pepper featherlight kisses on his face as your cunt continues to grip him tightly. You are completely enveloped inside of his large frame but still you want more, rolling your hips, keeping your arms and legs wrapped around him...
“I want our life back,” Boba huffs. “I want this. Want you and our little girl back with me.”
"I'll go with you. I'll come. I'll come for you, Boba..." you whimper.
There were three kisses you had shared with Boba that you would never forget. The first was on the very day you met, when you became his wife, and the second was there in that dingy apartment on Tatooine when you knew it was love. This was the third; the one you share now as he reclaims you as his own, as his hips start to press into yours again.
Boba always came back to you; only this time, he wasn't going to let you go.