Best Friends and Lovers
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(A/N): I decided to write this because the last two chapters of Gray Rebellion Part I have been really dark, and I don't see much of a reprieve anytime soon.
"Ezra, put the can down," Sabine ordered, cocking her hip, quirking her brow. At the moment, the two were alone aboard the Ghost, as the others were currently out for a family dinner on Lothal. Given the number of missions they'd been running lately, the amount of time the two had been separated, Ezra and Sabine had chosen to stay aboard the ship. Sabine had been looking forward to this, relaxing together, simply enjoying each others company. Ezra, it seemed, had other plans. He was scowling, his eyes hard and still. "Don't you give me that look, Ezra. Put the can down!" Sabine demanded, gesturing to the floor. He shook his head, placing his finger on the pressure valve. "Ezra!" Sabine stepped forward, cautiously. He stared back at her. "Ezra, please. Don't do this," Sabine pleaded. She scowled when he threatened to apply pressure to top. "Don't you do it!" she warned. "I'm gonna do it," he replied. "Ezra!" she stepped forward. "Don't you d-" she was cut off abruptly by the sound of the canister releasing its artistic contents, all over an old painting, too, Ezra smiled. "I did it," he said. Sabine charged.
Sabine rolled her eyes at the antics of her younger companion. He was fiddling with her jetpack. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Trying to get this thing to work. I don't get it!" He frustrated. She sighed. "Can you please just leave it alone, Ezra? I need that and I don't want you breaking it," she said. "Got It!" Ezra shouted, having finally found the activation for the thrusters. Of course he isn't listening. Sabine scowled. "Ezra, don't!" she stated, sternly. She went unheard as the thrusters suddenly ignited and Ezra blasted into the sky, crying out with excitement. Sabine groaned as he spun in the air moving around less than proficiently. Excitement turned into terror as Ezra, trying to move forward, was suddenly moving faster than he could adapt. Sabine cringed as she heard the thrusters sputter before giving out, and even more so upon hearing the telltale sound of a crash. "Ezra!" She called, worry building in her gut as she ran to his side. Her eyes went wide. "Ow," the blue haired heap sounded. Sabine hadn't laughed so hard in a long time.
Sabine stood, still and quiet, staring at the young man before her. Things had been rough as of late, and they hadn't had much time to relax. If they weren't out on a mission, they were running from Maul. When they weren't doing that, they were treating themselves for injuries and maintaining the ship. Only a few months ago, this young man standing before her had nearly been killed by a certain Zabrak. He was still re-learning how to walk, so to say she was surprised when he had approached her from behind was a massive understatement. The silence between them was deafening. Sabine hadn't even been this close to him until now. He'd made sure to avoid her as much as possible, another reason for her surprise. Sabine watched as Ezra lifted his arm and began scratching at the back of his head. He's nervous. She observed. He shifted his gaze to the floor. "Sabine…" She noted how shaky and small his voice was. She waited for him to continue. "I'm….I'm sorry," as soon as he said it, Ezra turned to walk away. Sabine quickly made to grab his arm, shaking her head. "For what?" She wasn't sure. "You know," he replied, softly. Sabine sighed. So that's what this is about. "It's okay. It's been okay for a while now," she said. Her heart panged and she had to fight the tears back when he didn't turn around to look at her. "Ezra," she called to him. He only nodded and walked off. "Please don't push me away," she whispered, staring after him.
She wanted so badly to tell him to back off. To shout at him and tell him she didn't need him. That she didn't need anyone. Yet, when he wrapped his arms around her and held her close, she found it impossible to push him away. When Sabine Wren had heard that Ketsu Onyo was currently in intensive care, she'd nearly lost all composure, then she stilled herself. Now, it was all she could do to keep from shattering. When he buried his face in her hair, and whispered to her that she wasn't alone, that she shouldn't try to be, the dam broke, and all that she'd been holding back for three weeks came undone.
Sabine watched, frustrated, as Ezra continued to babble onward about how he hadn't meant to blurt that out. Why does he have to be so timid about these things? Stepping forward, she cared not for his wince as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. She was sure his eyes were bugging out of his head, and he was in complete awe, as he'd fallen silent, and she didn't care. She was only happy when he finally leaned into her, wrapping his own arms around her waist. Secretly, she was happy to have made the first move.
(A/N): Me: Lets give readers something other than angst for once.
Me: *Gives readers angst* So, this did not go completely as planned. I apologize for the sorry attempt at comedy, and I can only hope that the romance helped to lighten the mood, if only a little.
