A/N: There is now a full scene in Ezra's POV for what Sabine summarizes below available to my most dedicated readers in the reward programs. See my profile for details and my Facebook page for an excerpt.

Just Two Badass Girls:

D3/1 BBY, Mandalore

Sabine woke up most pleasantly if somewhat awkwardly stretched across Ezra's back, who in turn was splayed across the entire bed.

Her cheek rested on the pad of his shoulder muscle and her decidedly bare breasts were pressed against his equally bare skin. Her arms more or less followed the length of his thicker ones, but didn't stretch anywhere near as far. One hip and leg touched the bed. The other leg was thrown over one of Ezra's legs and nearly twined with it.

Sabine rubbed her cheek against his shoulder, inhaling his heady scent of soap, fresh air, and grass. She smiled slowly as she decided she liked using Ezra as a pillow. It seemed fitting somehow, given that he was hoarding all the of actual bed space. She had no idea how they'd ended up this way, though, because she distinctly remembered falling asleep wrapped in his arms with her head pillowed on his chest.

That memory triggered memories of everything that had come before the sleeping, bringing a flush of heat to her cheeks and a twinge of arousal to her core.

After she had personally cleaned every millimetre of her new husband's skin and they had an even more intense dry humping session than the first, he had taken his sweet time bathing her in return. His large hands running over her body and massaging her muscles had been decidedly more erotic than she'd ever dreamed it being. He appeared to worship all of her parts equally, being just as fascinated with her toes as he had been with her breasts, just as an example.

Ezra had praised her from top to bottom with words such as, 'prettiest hair in the galaxy', 'such a slender neck', 'love your abs', and 'these are the cutest knees ever'. Sabine had never felt so special and beautiful in her entire life.

Just like her, he'd left the most private area for last.

Looking up at her from where he knelt by her feet, he'd silently asked for approval with his eyes before daring to wash her pussy very gently, carefully, and quite thoroughly. And also just like her, he'd dared to travel further back and wash and caress between her butt cheeks. Not even a minute into his ministrations, Sabine had her hands on his shoulders to hold herself up as her eyes near rolled back in her head from the pleasure of having his fingers caress and explore her folds.

And when he figured out that she especially loved having her clit played with... Well, let's just say she'd had her third orgasm of the day. Sabine knew for a fact she left impressions of her nails in his shoulders from that one.

Not that he minded or even seemed to notice. Instead, he'd watched her come apart intently, patiently, and damn near worshipfully, if what she'd seen on his face was any indication when she'd managed to open her eyes again and look down at him gratefully.

And then he'd said, "Now can I taste you?"

The very millisecond she'd nodded, he'd beamed up at her, rose to his feet faster than light and kissed her breathless. Then she found herself scooped up in his arms and carried out of the refresher. He hadn't even taken the time to turn off the shower manually, which had turned pretty cold by then. (But neither had noticed or cared.) Instead, he'd waved a hand at it to shut it off while he was already moving away from it.

Sabine hadn't realized he had a much broader idea of what needed tasting than she anticipated until he'd laid her reverently on the center of the bed and knelt beside her as he gazed at her with adoring eyes. "I've been waiting for this to happen for years," he'd whispered. And then he proceeded to kiss and lick her from her forehead to her toes. And if she tried to move to alleviate the nearly overwhelming sensations, he stopped her with the Force, electric blue eyes pinning her to the bed even more then his powers. "Please, just let me have this," he'd begged the first time. The second time she moved, he didn't even bother to speak, just used those eyes on her again.

So she did, perhaps moving once or twice on purpose just to see if he'd hold her still with the Force again, which he always did. He'd loved her front side and then worked back up again with her now on her stomach, before turning her over once again and finally delving into her weeping pussy and bringing her to ecstasy yet again. By this point, Sabine had felt like one large, screaming nerve ending from top to bottom, astonished at how turned on she was to be completely at his mercy.

Except for emergency situations on missions where he'd caught her or pushed her out of the way of something bad, this was the first time he'd ever used the Force on her deliberately. This was also the first time she'd seen a more domineering side to his personality. Sabine decided that she liked it very very much, and would be quite all right with them taking turns as the dominant partner in bed.

That last orgasm was easily the strongest one she'd ever had and she ended up completely boneless and feeling like a puddle of goo when it was over. This was when she mumbled many words of love, vowed to herself to do the same to him when she had the energy for it, and ended up wrapped in his strong arms as she fell asleep on his chest.

Now, after looking at the chronometer, it was three hours later and she was starving and desperately needed to use the refresher. But she also didn't want to move from her surprisingly comfortable position.

Her bodily needs soon convinced her otherwise. So she kissed Ezra's shoulder and rolled away from him, out from under the sheet, and off the edge of the bed in one hurried move.

Ezra stirred, head turning in her direction, but not opening his eyes. His hand moved half heartedly around the bed looking for her, and he mumbled, "S'ine?" Her heart melted even further, if that was even possible. Kriff, he was cute in every way you could think of.

Telling her bladder to shut up for twenty more seconds, she petted the back of his head and kissed his cheek, then said softly, "Shhhh. I'll be back shortly. Go back to sleep."

Ezra smiled slightly, made a rough sound of acknowledgment, and went limp again, falling back into dreamland.

Sabine smiled at him like he'd done something particularly clever and she was a proud mother for a moment before turning once again for the refresher.

Five minutes later, she emerged wearing her bodysuit leggings and top, but nothing else, not intending to be out long enough to bother putting on things like armour plating and underwear. As she left the room, she looked at Ezra again, noting he hadn't moved at all. The copper coloured skin of his shoulders and arms made a wonderful contrast against the navy blue sheets on the bed, and his hair a few shades darker against the matching pillowcase. Sabine paused and smiled to herself, making a note to paint him like that, but maybe without the sheet covering him quite so high; it would be a shame to hide the V line of his back from shoulders to waist.

Happy with her newest inspiration, Sabine continued out of the cabin and down the hallway, on a mission to find some food that hopefully didn't come in packaging meant to last years.

She found her helmet and Ezra's things in a neat pile on the decking beneath the button to open the ramp and the ramp itself quite closed. Sabine laughed softly, knowing Kanan had somehow managed to do what most would consider the impossible again. Even now, more than a year later, she was amazed by how well he'd learned to function without his sight.

She'd never wish the tragedy on Kanan, but Sabine couldn't help but notice he had emerged from the trial of Malachor a better person, a better fighter, a better teacher, a better husband to Hera, and overall just more centered and calm within his own skin. There was no Council left to bestow upon him the rank of Jedi Master, but according to Ezra, Kanan had assuredly reached that point in his Jedi skills even if he never claimed the title and was content to see himself as just a Knight for the rest of his life.

Sabine smiled at the irony of how she was now married to a Jedi Padawan and silently called a Jedi Master her second father, considering how she was raised to believe the Jedi were evil and the ENEMY. And somehow, her Jedi were slowly but surely earning the respect of an ever growing number of Mandalorians. Somewhere, there must be a ton of Mando ancestors rolling over in their graves at the horror of it all. Laughing softly at the image now playing through her mind, Sabine tugged Ezra's neatly folded orange jacket from the bottom of the pile and shrugged into it, covering her form fitting black and grey bodysuit that left her feeling a little bit exposed without the armour attached to it.

As she did up the zipper, Sabine was surprised at how big the jacket was on her, making her realize once again that Ezra was definitely growing up. They could have traded clothes when he first appeared in her Ghost family's lives, they were so similar in size. Now... Now the sleeves went past her hands, the shoulders hung down her arms, and the bottom hem hung around her thighs and covered her butt. It certainly didn't cover Ezra's fine ass, she thought with a smirk as she hit the button to open the ramp. Earlier today, she'd been admiring how his rear end looked in his brown trousers and how it was almost framed in by his belt and the straps that held his holsters to his legs, and he'd most definitely been wearing his jacket at the time.

Sabine walked towards the noisy center of the camp, certain she'd find the feast that someone had been calling for hours ago. Knowing Mandos and their propensity for long and raucous parties, she wasn't worried that the food would all be gone; it was guaranteed that more food and drinks would be brought with every new addition to the party. And judging by the sound of the crowd, there'd been A LOT of additions.

Sabine came to an abrupt halt when she saw a familiar set of armour topped by a distinctive haircut and red tattooed head pull a now almost equally familiar Captain Hark into a very passionate looking kiss. Sabine blinked at the shocking sight for few seconds until she looked past where Ketsu had just been standing and spotted the Onyo clan members at an outside edge table. Understanding dawned instantly, but Sabine couldn't help but have a little fun with her close friend and the guy who'd wanted to court her not even five hours ago.

Sabine walked a bit closer and waited for the pair to come up for air, finding herself more and more amused the longer it took. Ketsu's behaviour didn't surprise her much, as the other girl had always had a very strong love 'em and leave 'em attitude that had no problem with picking up a guy for a one nighter and then never seeing him again. (Sabine was sure Ketsu's abusive father had a lot to do with that, making Ketsu unwilling to commit to a male but still craving their company.)

Sabine was kind of surprised by Hark, though. For a guy who had shown such interest in Sabine not so long ago, he was definitely on board with Ketsu's kisses now. Then again, he was a guy and a hot girl had just kissed him. She couldn't really blame him for getting into it.

There had been one occasion, years ago when she and Ketsu were bounty hunting together, that she'd even experienced one of Ketsu's kisses even though neither of them swung that way. It had been a cover to get close to a bounty, and it had worked perfectly. (Apparently men turned into brainless idiots when they saw two females kissing.) Sabine had to admit that Ketsu was quite skilled in the kissing department and striking to look at, sooooo, yep; she couldn't blame Hark at all.

Eventually they stopped to breathe and struck up a conversation. And ohhh, there was a surprise; Hark knew who Ketsu was and he was in the Academy the same time they were, if a couple years older. AND he thought they were famous. Was that a good thing? Sabine had no idea. "You might be interested to know that she's an artist as well," Sabine butted into the conversation dryly. She smirked at them as they spun around and gawked at her. "That is, if you're still looking for someone to paint your armour, Captain Hark."

"Sabine!" Ketsu beamed at her, dodging around Hark and bounding over to hug her enthusiastically. "I'm so sorry about your mom and brother," she said solemnly after pulling back.

"Thank you," Sabine replied sadly.

"Buuuuuut," Ketsu continued, completely ignoring the guy she'd just been kissing as he awkwardly shifted his feet a few steps behind Ketsu, not sure what to do with himself now. (Sabine was secretly amused.) "Hera says congratulations are in order," Ketsu continued on a more positive tone. "You've destroyed the Duchess again and hooked up with Jedi Junior?"

Sabine nodded, smiling widely.

"Good for you. I always knew you'd cave in to the boy's obvious adoration eventually. Annnnnd, you're already wearing his clothes. Impressive."

Sabine shrugged, grinning. "He's my husband; I can steal his stuff now with impunity."

Ketsu laughed. "Someone's a fast worker. Last I heard, you'd just reached the courting stage and that was only a few hours ago."

"Ezra was inspired, thanks to your new liplocking partner back there."

Ketsu looked back over her shoulder at him, looking somewhat surprised to see that he was still standing there. "Him? What's he got to do with anything? Other than being in the right place at the right time and being a really good kisser, that is?"

Hark lit up at the compliment and moved forward a few more steps so he joined the conversation group.

Sabine snorted and rolled her eyes. "What hasn't he been involved in lately? But, in this instance, I mean that Captain Hark, here, decided that he could challenge Ezra for the right to court me. Ezra won."

Hark winced and Ketsu looked at him with disappointment. "Is that true? Did you want Sabine?"

Hark flushed red and rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. "Well, yes."

Ketsu huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, pointedly looking away from the man, dismissing him. She had no interest in Sabine's cast offs.

"But," Hark hurried on, obviously trying to salvage something. "I realize now that it wasn't Sabine specifically that I was looking for, but her type."

Ketsu glared at him, raising a black brow scornfully. "What? Tiny and pale? No offence, Sabs," she added.

"None taken." Sabine couldn't wait to see where Hark was going with this. And she knew Ketsu was deliberately baiting the man.

"No!" Hark exclaimed, looking appalled. "I meant badass warrior type female who's not afraid to stand up for herself."

Sabine couldn't help but be a little flattered at the description.

Ketsu hmmmmmed noncommittally, but Sabine could tell Ketsu was secretly pleased by the man's comeback as well.

Hark continued on bravely, his entire focus on Ketsu. And what do you know; his eyes didn't look like flat grey Imperial hallways anymore. There actually was some depth to him. "I know you're one of those too, Ketsu Onyo. And for the record, I think you're both beautiful, but you suit me better. Sabine IS a little short, now that you mention it."

"Hey!" Sabine said in mock offence just for the principle of the thing. He did have a point though. She'd have to climb him like a tree to kiss him or he'd have a terrible crick in his neck in no time. Which made Sabine contemplate telling Ezra that he could stop growing anytime now (as if he had control of it) because at the moment, their heights fit together perfectly. Then again, she wouldn't mind climbing Ezra like a tree on a regular basis. That thought led to another and suddenly, Sabine just wanted to wrap this up and get back to her new husband for some more fun alone time. (But not without finding them some food first, her rumbling stomach reminded her.)

Ketsu looked at the man assessingly once again, turning towards him fully. "Perhaps you're not a complete dud, then. I don't have time to stay and play, but if you go wait by my ship, the Lancer class painted in Rebel Alliance yellow and red, I'll give you my holo frequency before I leave. Feel free to call me, and we'll talk some more about getting better acquainted, Captain Hark."

"Jett," he said, looking quite happy with how things were turning out. "My name's Jett."

Ketsu's mouth curved up in a seductive smile. "Jett it is, then." She grabbed his tunic and pulled him close, planting a quick kiss on his mouth before letting him go. "You better not disappoint me."

He looked kind of dazed. "Oh, I won't."

"Good. Now go do whatever you were doing. Sabine and I need some girl time."

"Okay," he said obediently, wandering off and muttering to himself, "I guess I'll just have to paint my own armour. It's gonna suck, though."

Sabine shook her head at his retreating back. "You really know how to pick 'em, Kets. That one is either the galaxy's biggest idiot or incredibly smart. I haven't decided yet."

Ketsu shrugged, watching him walk away as well with her head tilted slightly to the side and smirk on her lips. "Who cares? He kisses like a dream, is built like a rock, has a large package in perfect working order, and has a mighty fine ass. That's all I need to know."

Sabine barked out a laugh and linked her arm with Ketsu's. "Come on and I'll tell you everything I know about Captain Fine Ass." She led Ketsu back to the ramp of the Gauntlet and they sat down and had a little chat.

Seven minutes later, Ketsu shrugged. "You're right. He's either an idiot or very smart. Still don't care. It's not like I'm going to marry the man."

Sabine shook her head at Ketsu fondly. "I wish you good fun, then." She nudged her friend with her shoulder. "Sooo, what are you doing here, anyway?"

"Oh, that. I'm here to pick up Jedi Senior and the Droid From Hell. Hera sent me. I think she wants her man back."

"Are you sure it's not Chopper she wants back?" Sabine said, completely deadpan. "He's so much more useful than a 'meatbag' after all."

Ketsu and Sabine looked at each other for a couple of seconds before breaking out in snorts of laughter that grew for a minute until they managed to pull themselves together and wipe the tears from their eyes.

Now composed again, Ketsu sighed and looked a little woebegone. "I don't suppose you could go get Kanan and Chopper for me while I go wait for Captain Fine Ass to meet me at my ship?"

Sabine shook her head slowly, despite knowing that would be the fastest way to get back to Ezra. But there was something that needed taking care of first that had been a long time coming. "Sorry, Kets. But I think it's high time we fixed your status. The fact that you'd rather kiss a stranger than face your father is testament enough to that." Sabine smiled as Ketsu sagged before nodding reluctantly. "And you know what else? I now have the power to help you."

Ketsu looked at Sabine blankly for a few seconds before she got it. "Shabla nerfherders! You do!"

Sabine grinned and bumped her shoulder against Ketsu's. "Come on, then. It's time to be badass warrior girls who aren't afraid to go after what we want."

Ketsu giggled, rising to her feet beside Sabine. "Wouldn't want to disappoint my new man candy. I have an image to uphold, after all."

"Right. We wouldn't want to disappoint Captain Fine Ass, because that would certainly be a disaster." Sabine's eyes twinkled with hidden mirth as she deadpanned utter seriousness.

Ketsu snorted and then both women giggled with laughter as they walked shoulder to shoulder back towards trouble.

Sabine grinned at the girl who'd been her friend since their first days at the Academy together despite the fact that Sabine was a year younger and started the program early. For a brief moment, it felt like old times again; just them against the rest the galaxy with only their guts, blasters, and each other to rely on.

(Too bad Sabine left her WESTARs in the refresher. She really hoped she didn't need them.)