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Slowly cracking her eyes open, Sabine could see her familiar room beginning to take shape. Blinking several times before fully opening her eyes, sighing as she looked at the chronometer. It was 07:11 in the morning on Atollon, letting out a small yawn as she nuzzled back into her pillow. It wasn't long before she noticed something was off, rolling onto her back and looking down her body. She was wearing a black imperial pilot jacket but not anyone's jacket. Thinking back of yesterday's happenings she realised it was Wedge's jacket, he gave it to her when he noticed her shivering.
What a gentleman, so kind and... sweet..
Smiling as she remembered pecking his cheek for the first time followed by the memory of their little movie event later this day. Unable to stop smiling of the idea of spending more time with him, it was both exciting and nerve-wrecking. She had never invited anyone else like this in her room or even the Ghost itself when she thought about it and what he would think of her room. Not to mention what they would do, unable to help herself but wonder how he would kiss, gentle or rough.
Brushing her fingers over her lips as she felt her body tensing and burning with desire, the urge to relieve herself of thoughts and emotions was almost irresistible but the idea of anyone walking in kept it at bay.
The thoughts of that happening made her flush, she knew it was all just hormones acting up but wondered if it was something else. It was a fluttering feeling, not something she hadn't felt before. Looking back at the chronometer, it's display showing that another six minutes had passed since waking up.
Deciding she had spent enough time pondering in her bunk, Sabine slid out of her bunk and once again she felt the need to relieve. Just to get Wedge out of her head, letting out a frustrated huff as she knew it wouldn't really help and Sabine realised she had stayed in her room for too long, looking around she found her usual pants and boots she had discarded. Quickly grabbing them from the floor and put them on before taking her hairbrush in her hands and tidying up her hair in her usual style.
Satisfied as she looked in the small mirror, Sabine placed the brush back and walked to the door of her room. Tapping the small button, the door swished open. Stepping in the distinctive hallway, turning her head to the door leading to the cockpit. Noticing that it was open and the cockpit empty along with what seemed the rest of the ship, empty and quiet.
I don't like this...
Starting to walk to the galley, intend on finding Rex, Hera or anyone. Normally she would come across Ezra and Chopper arguing as she passed by the lounge only to find it to be empty. Standing in front of the door leading up to the galley, Sabine moved her hand to the button and tapped it.
"AH!"
Jumping up as Sabine saw the suddenly saw Ezra's figure in front of her, clearly just as startled as her and they both had taken a step backwards. They exchanged looks, that of her being annoyed and his giving a hint of amusement as he looked at her, his eyes trailing off to the jacket she was wearing.
"Nice jacket, Sabine." He flashed a grin at her.
"Thanks, it's nice." She replied, her features softening.
"Got it from someone?" Ezra asked playfully.
"Yeah, from me." Sabine narrowed her eyes at him. "From when I was undercover."
"Uh-huh, I doubt that." He crossed his arms.
"And why is that?" She rolled her eyes, slowly getting annoyed by his questioning.
"Since the fact that you swim in it." He began, pointing out. "And that yours is drying outside."
"I have a spare one." Sabine countered. "And I am going to grab some breakfast."
She quickly bolted out of the galley before he could continue to say anything, allowing her to avoid any further of his questions. Making her way down to the entrance of the cargo-bay of the Ghost, Sabine found herself being luck as it wasn't occupied by any of her friends. Walking down the ramp of the hatch, she saw the usual personnel doing their respective duties.
For Sabine, there was only one person she was looking for and to her disappointment he was nowhere to be seen on the air field nor at the command centre. With only one place left in the base where she could find him, Sabine walked passed the landed A-wings and towards the entrance of the mess-hall.
Opening the door and stepping inside her eyes immediately fell upon the two pilots at an empty table, the only difference was one of them had a jacket.
Entering the mess-hall she finds Wedge and Hobbie both studying together and decides that would be the best time to torture him. Putting more sway in her hips as she walked past them, intentionally not looking at him as she felt their attention shift to her, more accurately her hips along with everything below. Waiting for her food she gave them a good enough view before walking back.
Greeting them as she sat down at their table, she could see the brief blush on Wedge's face and the amusement on Hobbie's face. She asks them what they are studying about and they reveal it is about some of the tactics the empire uses and counteract them for Sato all the while Sabine brushes Wedge's leg with her own causing a small blush to creep on his cheeks.
To her surprise he blocks her next attempt and returns the favour whilst giving her a brief glance, a challenging look in his eyes caused her to blush and avoided his gaze, darting her eyes to the cup of yogurt that she was eating from and shifted slightly.
Wedge Antilles, right now... you are incredibly... sexy...
"You okay?" He asked, his voice hinting amusement as he saw her flushed cheeks.
"I.." She looked back up. Want to slide over the table and have you for myself... "Was just wondering if you still want to watch the movie tonight?"
Well done Sabine, making yourself quite the di'kut.
Mentally slapping herself for the silly question as she saw them frown slightly at her question. Sabine could see Hobbie's eyes glimmer with pure amusement of their situation but fortunately for her, he kept any opinion or thoughts to himself and continued to eat as he watched their situation unfold.
"Of course, why not?" He reassured her, rubbing the place of his cheek where she had kissed him.
Wedge Antilles, you are incredibly frustrating...
"Great." Sabine sighed, relieved somewhat. "What are you learning for?"
"Our exams for flying." Wedge answered.
"Exams for flying, I recall you able to fly anything." Sabine said, recalling their defection on Montross.
"True but Tie fighters are a lot different than say an A-wing." Hobbie pointed out.
"But still, why go through the effort?" She argued.
"Another reason is that then we are authorised to fly, nineteen-year-old remember, we need to be responsible."
"You are saying I should be more responsible?" Sabine asked bemused.
"No, I wouldn't dare to." Wedge replied with a fake mocked expression.
Sabine rolled her eyes before asking.
"When do you have the exams?" She asked, taking another spoon full of yogurt in her mouth.
"In sev- sixteen minutes." Hobbie answered casually.
Stopping her movements, Sabine looked at both in shock as her mouth dropped slightly.
"I should let you study then." She stated.
Preparing to stand up, she was stopped as she felt a hand grab hers. Looking to were Wedge sat, holding her hand that prevented her from leaving. Normally she would simply yank it away but looking at him, Sabine felt herself unable to let go as her heart race and stomach flip.
"We'll be fine." Wedge said, releasing his grip on her hand.
"No, I'd better go. Need to do something myself." Sabine gave them a small smile.
"What about-" Wedge began to argue before Sabine cut him off.
"I'm sure you'll make it up." She winked at him, standing up from the table. Tossing her empty cup in a bin.
With that she made her way back to the entrance of the mess-hall, stopping at the door and looking back over her shoulder.
"Try not to think of me."