A/N: And now… 6 chapters for the amazing Nuke656971, who sent me a VERY generous gift. Your support is greatly appreciated. 3 3 3

A/N 2: Just letting everyone know that I have a confirmed full-time job starting mid May. As in, 7 days a week, 6-8 hours a day kind of full-time job. This is mostly good, because I'll be making consistent money again, but not so good regarding my stories. None of them will be indefinitely abandoned, though. I'll continue to write whenever I can, but I expect to be very tired, so chapters will be fewer and further between. I apologize in advance for this, but that's life. I also have to give up my dream of being a full-time author because I've managed to gain another 20 pounds that I didn't need in the last few months of not doing a physical job and my clothes are all magically starting to shrink in an alarming fashion. Ugh. My muse might want me to write, but my body says, bad idea! (shrugs) Coffee commissions will still get first dibs on my free time, though. :D

How to Blow a Jedi's Mind:

Turns out that Sabine's version of a 'little' assistance was more like full-on do it for him, which he was perfectly okay with (who the kriff wouldn't be?), but first, Ezra was treated to the sight of his Mando girl stripping down to just her gorgeous skin. And boy, treat was an understatement.

After Sabine hit the button to turn on the shower, she stepped back out of it and proceeded to very slowly and very sensuously (at least, as far as he was concerned) take off her weapons and armour one piece at a time, staring at him boldly the whole time.

Ezra barely felt the warm water raining over his head as he stared back in wide eyed fascination. He also didn't move a muscle, afraid that might make this dream (had to be a dream, right?) end. In fact, he was pretty sure he was barely breathing. The only things really moving were his pounding heart, which he could hear thundering in his ears, and his twitching cock, which he'd managed to talk into something resembling control again, but not by much. Enough so that he wasn't in danger of shooting off untouched, anyway. (Touched, on the other hand… no guarantees.)

Once the armour and weapons had joined his pile of clothes on the floor, she toed off her boots, smirking at him slightly in teasing, her clear and deliberate thought echoing in his mind, "At least I know how to get undressed in the right order." If Ezra hadn't been so enthralled with what was happening, he might have muttered something along the lines of, 'show off', but he wasn't capable of even thinking that coherently so he remained mute and motionless.

She went for her socks next, balancing easily on one foot as she pulled the sock off the other. Those were tossed onto the pile too while Ezra admired her cute little feet that had teal painted toenails and looked so incredibly feminine. He'd seen her feet before, many times in fact. He'd even seen her in the fascinating, practically gymnastic act of painting her toe nails. Hells, he'd even seen Hera's bare feet. But with the new situation, it was like he'd never seen a female foot before in his life.

He would happily kiss them if she asked him to. I might kiss them later even if she doesn't. Feet are supposed to be an erogenous zone, right?

With a sensuous wriggle of her hips and a flash of mischievous fire in her amber eyes, Sabine pushed down and off the leggings of her bodysuit next, exposing her long, slender, pale, and shapely legs. Ezra licked his lips to hide the fact that he actually just drooled a little at the sight. Once again, he'd seen them before when she wore shorts to sleep in or when they'd gone swimming on the (two whole) holidays the Ghost family had taken, but you change the context, and WHAM; sexiest legs ever. Definitely spending time kissing those from top to bottom.

Her bottom half was now only covered by her tight, purple undershorts that looked very similar in style to the black, male version he'd been wearing, making Ezra gulp as lust shot through his bloodstream like a hit of spice. (Or so he imagined, being smart enough not to fall into that addicting trap whenever it had been offered back when he lived on the streets.) (On a similar note, though, he was already enslaved to his love for Sabine, so seeing her skin being willingly presented to him like a gift from the stars was only ensuring that his addiction to her lasted their entire lives and into eternity.)

Sabine undid the top of her bodysuit next, peeling it off her arms and tossing it to the side with added flair. Ezra nearly had a heart attack, because she was officially now wearing less than he'd ever seen her clothed in, since her swimsuit had been a one-piece. Her arms were slender but corded with muscle, which he knew, and came from equally slender but strong shoulders.

It was her midriff that he was entirely focused on now.

The girl had a fragging six pack. It was faint, but it was there.

Holy. Poodoo.

If Ezra hadn't been in love already, he would have dropped like a rock then and there. He just couldn't stay quiet anymore. "Force, Sabine. You're officially the hottest girl ever."

Sabine paused as she was about to pull her purple sports bra off, tilting her head to the side slightly and raising an eyebrow. "Really? Cause you haven't even seen the best parts yet."

Ezra gulped again, but toughed through another wave of lust that almost sent him to his knees. Don't think about her pussy. Don't think about her pussy. Or her boobs.

Frag… Boobs. I'm going to see her boobs!

Force, I think I must've died yesterday instead of making that jump to the top of the cliff and all of this has been my afterlife reward.

With an act of extreme willpower, he didn't leap out of the shower or pull her too him with the Force so that he could rip off her shorts and bury his weeping, whimpering cock in her and fill her up with what had to be a few litres of waiting seed. Instead, he played it cool and waved a hand in the general direction of her middle. "Sexy muscles, pale golden skin, hourglass figure, gem-bright eyes, supermodel features, pretty hair, beautiful Force signature, badass tough girl act, caring heart. Do you need more?"

Sabine blinked at him for a few seconds like he'd just spouted poetry or something (they both knew he was as far from a poet as a guy could get) and then laughed as she pulled her bra up and over her head. Then she kriffing posed with a hip cocked and a hand on it, shoulders thrown proudly back and thus thrusting her chest out. "No, I guess not. But feel free to add my girls to the list or they'll feel left out."

Ezra stopped breathing again as her breasts were revealed. They were bigger than he'd thought – a good handful each - now that they'd been released from their confining clothing. So round and perky and perfect with small areolae and cute little nipples at their tips. He sucked in air and nodded with wide eyes as his hands clenched unconsciously, wanting so badly to touch them. "Your, ah, girls are perfect, cyar'ika. Absolutely perfect. Your hotness just flew off the charts and into the unknown regions. No one has ever been as beautiful as you."

Sabine was positive she was blushing bright crimson by now, thanks to her daring strip show and Ezra's praising words. But oh, this all felt so right and he was so shabla sincere, so she could just get over herself and praise him back. So she did. "Awwwww, babe. You're so sweet. I think you're really handsome and super hot too, Ez. You've got sexy muscles, lickable copper skin, a fit body, to-die-for sapphire eyes, holomovie gorgeous features complete with kriffing awesome scars, droolworthy hair – when you let it grow, a good soul and attitude towards life, the ability to kick ass when you want to, and impressive boy parts that make my girl parts sit up and beg."

Ezra, thank Ka'rase, was blushing crimson now too, so at least she wasn't alone in that. "Th… tha… thanks," he sputtered, eyes wide even as he glanced down at his very erect cock in what was probably a confirmation that they were thinking of the same thing.

She grinned, showing lots of teeth, proud of herself. "You're welcome, sweetie. Now, you wanna see the rest?"

Ezra nodded so fast, it made her own neck ache in sympathy.

"Thought so."

As Sabine shimmied as sexily as possible out of her undershorts, she couldn't help but think that if Ezra was this attractive now, he would definitely be off the charts once he was done growing and filling out. Add the longer version of his midnight blue hair - that just begged to have fingers running through it - to the mix and she'd have a very hard time keeping other females away from him. (Or males, who knows? Ezra and his ability to make friends with practically anyone coupled with his Jedi mystique was certainly attractive enough to appeal to all sorts.)

The thought of other people poaching on her territory made her want to tear their hair out in a very girly reaction and it hadn't even happened yet.

Down girl! she told her inner nexu and then focused back on Ezra only to snigger silently to herself.

Ezra was actually gawking with a hanging jaw and everything as he stared with unblinking eyes at the space centered between the tops of her thighs. She glanced down, just to double check that her meticulously groomed pubic hair was still in order and she hadn't sprouted anything too obviously unsightly in the last couple days. It all still looked all right to her. She looked back up. "You like my phoenix, babe?"

Ezra nodded dumbly as the purple and cream (to match the hair on her head) phoenix flying downwards towards her otherwise bare pussy came closer until it stopped right in front of him. He barely even noticed that his knees had kind of collapsed so that he could look at it better and so that he was at eye level with it. "This just might be my favourite work of art you've ever done, Sabine," he breathed reverently as he knelt in front of her while warm water continued to rain down around his head and shoulders unnoticed. Except for when it started to run into his eyes, obscuring his vision somewhat. Then he had to shift a little to fix that.

Sabine had closed the shower door behind her on the way in, locking the heat and steam in. (As if he needed to get any hotter.) When she touched his head, he tore his superglued gaze off her pussy and belatedly snapped his mouth shut. He looked up at her in utter adoration as she combed her fingers through his short, drenched hair lovingly. "Thanks, Ez. Feel free to look as much as you want while I wash your hair, since you're down there anyway."

Ezra did exactly that. He carefully wrapped his fingers around her thighs and encouraged her to widen her stance a little as he glanced up to make sure this was okay (it was, she smiled at him as she reached over for the shampoo and obliging stepped over with one foot) and then ran his very appreciative gaze from her gravity defying boobs to her sweet pussy and back again, undecided as to which he'd rather study first in infinite detail.

But it wasn't long before his attention was divided as her fingers massaged his scalp, sending pleasant thrills down his spine and straight into his cock. He wished he could will his hair to suddenly be longer, remembering what it felt like to have her run her fingers through it when she gave him haircuts and imagining how that would feel so much better in this kind of situation.

Distractions aside, he was convinced that Sabine had the prettiest flower of a pussy possible. Granted, his only experience with them was via the holonet, but he doubted any other female had a better one. It was flushed and soft looking, and when she stepped even wider to reach the back of his head, he could see her clit and the hint of an opening which didn't look anywhere near big enough to even get a finger in, not to mention his dick. She hadn't given him permission to touch it yet, but he couldn't help but imagine it as his fingers caressed the outside of her thighs, savouring the softness of her skin.

"Stand up, babe, and wash this out properly before it gets in your eyes."

Ezra almost startled at her words, so lost was he in happy happy land. "Okay." He stifled the urge to sigh at losing his views of paradise and did as she suggested; standing and putting his head under the strongest of the spray and rubbing the shampoo out with his hands vigorously.

While he was doing that, Sabine poured soap onto her hands and started rubbing it all over his shoulders, arms, and chest. It was a new and glorious form of torture, but Ezra gladly stood there and let her touch him however she wanted. Her fingers and evenly trimmed nails left little frissons of awareness all over his torso and had his nipples standing at attention, begging for another pass of her hands to come near. By now, the water had already rinsed off most of the dirt from his fight with the Kryze heir, but she diligently washed every millimetre of his skin anyway all the way down to his hipbones. Ezra couldn't wait to return the favour.

"I think I might be in Force Heaven and you might be my own personal angel," he said on a sigh of bliss as she rubbed soap into his right hand and then massaged all the dirt out of his somewhat battered knuckles. Even the sting of the soap on his abused skin couldn't detract from the sheer pleasure of having her touch him so carefully.

Sabine snorted but continued her ministrations on his hand, making sure even his nails were clean. Seriously. Where does she think my hands are going to go after… Oh! "Don't get too cocky there, Ez. I'm not going to turn into your personal slave even if it looks like otherwise when I find some bacta to put on you later."

"I would never expect that of you," he reassured, curling his fingers around hers for a moment before letting go so she could move onto his other hand. "But, for the record, I will happily be your love slave from now until eternity."

Sabine snorted again, possibly scrubbing his left hand a little harder than necessary, but who was he to say how stubborn Mandalorian dirt was? "I want a partner, not a slave, but I have no objections if you wish to pretend on occasion."

"Oh, definitely. When can I start?"

Sabine glanced up at him, her mouth curling up into a wry smirk. "Not until after I've had my turn tending to you, babe. Then I'll give you the rest of our trip to Krownest to do whatever you want to me while I lie there and enjoy it."

"Whatever I want?" Ezra nearly swallowed his tongue at the mental images that flooded his mind - some of them from her point of view, then had to clear his throat to speak again. "Seriously?"

Sabine rolled her eyes at him then pushed on his shoulder so that he'd turn around. He obliged even though it suddenly put his eyes in the line of fire from the pelting water from above. That's what eyelids were for, right? She started soaping up his back, hands running in long, if somewhat more hurried than before sweeps. "Within reason."

"What's that mean specifically? I don't want to mess this up." Especially not on the first try.

Sabine huffed a laugh into his neck as she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind to hug him. "Oh, Ez, you're so cute. Specifically, that means I'm comfortable with you touching me anywhere you like with your hands and mouth followed by actual vaginal intercourse in any position or positions you want if there's any time left. Anything more daring than that will be something we can talk about in the future."

Ezra made a sound of indeterminate nature. (It might have been him choking on his own spit, but he would never admit to that.) "Okay. That sounds very reasonable." He swallowed hard and then asked bravely (sort of), "Do you think… Do you think you could hurry up a little? Surely I'm clean enough? I really want to make it to the main event before we arrive in the New Kleyman System and one of us has to start flying again."

Sabine sputtered a laugh into his neck, which felt strange and stimulating at the same time. She then kissed his shoulder and said, "Sure, Ez, I think I can manage that."

Then she promptly resoaped her hands and moved them down to run over his ass, into the crack and all.

Ezra very nearly squeaked like a lothmouse as he fell forward to hang on to the slippery wall for dear life. Who knew my ass was that sensitive to touch?! Shouldn't it be less than other parts since I sit on it all the time?!

I wonder if hers is the same. Hmmmmmm.

Sabine paused in her ministrations of his posterior to cup it and kiss the small of his back. "You have a very fine ass, babe. Very fine indeed."

He was so aroused, it hurt. And he was undoubtedly flushed red from head to toe, but he wasn't going to let that stop him from enjoying this and teasing her back. Ezra turned his head over his shoulder and shook it slightly, somehow only blinking once at the sight she presented being all bent over like that. "Sorry, Sabine, but when it comes to asses, yours wins, hands down." He then deliberately leered at her round, perfect, heart shaped tushy playfully, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

Sabine stood upright again as she snorted and smacked his butt, also rolling her eyes at him, which only made him snigger. She pushed his face back to the front gently. "Let me finish your bath, di'kut. Then you can leer all you want as you give me one."

Ezra sucked in a breath in anticipation of getting to touch her all over. "Yes, my Countess."

Sabine smacked his butt again. (The jury was out as to whether or not he actually liked that, but it certainly wasn't a mood-killer.) "Cheeky nerfherder."

Ezra grinned to himself as she knelt and started washing the back of his legs with swift, economical sweeps that still felt good. "Yep."

Sabine huffed softly, amusement making her smile. And… maybe also at the way his curiously hairless skin all but twitched and rippled under her hands like a lothcat enjoying a petting. Now, if I make him purr too, like Ahsoka did for Rex, I'm definitely going to have to question his parentage.

Sabine had moved back around to the front of him and had washed his feet, shins, and knees before she decided to ask about it. She stopped and looked up at him, past the jutting appendage that was determined to make itself known. "Ezra, I have to ask this, but do you shave all your body hair off?" She knew some girls went that far, but even she didn't bother with shaving the fine hairs off her arms. Keeping up with her legs, armpits, and pubic hair was hassle enough.

Ezra, still braced against the wall, laughed and shook his wet head at her, sending droplets her way. "No. I don't have to. I don't grow any."

Sabine narrowed her eyes at him. "I thought you were fully Human?"

He shrugged. "Not quite. I'm pretty sure I'm at least a little bit something else that I don't know. I remember my mom had opalescent lavender hair and luminescent skin that she had to cover up with headdresses and creams to hide whatever she was."

"Hunh. We should get you tested one day."

He shrugged again. "If you want."

"I'm curious now. I don't know how you aren't."

"I'm still me, even if I'm part Twi'lek or Duros or even Rodian, for all I know."

Sabine laughed, blinking water out of her eyes as she started washing up the front of his thigh. "I doubt it's any of those."

"You got any better ideas?"

"Definitely something more exotic."

"Like what?"

"Don't know yet, but I'm going to do some research when I get a chance. I don't think there are too many species that have luminescent, hairless skin and glowing hair."

"Hunh. Never thought of that."

"Of course you didn't," she laughed as she washed his other thigh. "You're a guy."

Ezra huffed in mock offence as another thought occurred to her. "Wait. What about facial hair? You don't grow that either? Is that why I don't remember ever seeing you with stubble on your chin?"

Ezra chuckled again. "No, that I've started to grow in the last year and have to shave off every few days. Not crazy thick like my dad or Kanan, but I can probably grow a goatee or short beard if you want me to."

"Oh. Well. No, I wasn't thinking I wanted you to grow in your facial hair," Sabine said, hands massaging the muscle of his thigh again as she stared at her end-goal and told herself it wouldn't bite her if she touched it. "I like the way you look right now. I was just curious."

Ezra was very happy to hear that, considering he wasn't even sure that he'd be able to grow anything decent anyway. Certainly not good-looking enough to compete with Kanan, that's for sure.

Relieved that the (only marginally) distracting conversation about hair was over, his focus returned wholly to what Sabine was doing. Not that he'd every really stopped paying attention; he was fully aware of how amazing it felt to have her hands on him, and even if he had been dying he wouldn't have missed the fact that she was nearly finished washing every part of his body but one.

It was the part of him that he wanted her hands on the most, of course, but he wasn't going to assume anything or even ask; taking the next step was entirely up to her. That didn't stop him from looking down at her with hope in his eyes as she paused and looked up at him, having finished the space between his hip bones.

There was awkward silence for all of five seconds as they stared at each other, the only sound the fresh water – courtesy of their last stop on Krownest and a state-of-the-art recycling system – falling on their bodies and the tiles, and then he heard her very distinctive mental voice in his head say, "Kriff it," just before she poured more soap on her hands and grabbed his very neglected erection in a cautious grip.

Ezra gasped and shuddered, locking his knees so he didn't fall right over. I need to get handholds installed in this shower!

"Too much?" she asked worriedly, amber eyes huge and hands immobile but still holding on gently.

He shook his head quickly. "No," he said in a high pitched squeak. Karabast! He cleared his throat and tried again with much less embarrassing results, thank kriff. "Perfect. Promise. It's just no one's ever touched me but me. It's kind of intense."

Sabine smiled up at him, her hands tightening slightly. "Good. That's what I like to hear. And ditto for myself, so you know."

Ezra found his hands coming to rest on her head, fingers delving into her wet hair. His legs were finally regaining a bit of their former strength now that the shock of the first touch was past, so he felt confident enough in his ability to hold himself up without pulling on her hair too much. "That's good," he gasped out as she started to rub his length from base to tip and back again with both hands. He was pretty sure he was about ten seconds away from exploding now, pressure building in an unstoppable fashion in his balls. "Kriff. Oh frag. Sabine!"

Sabine was surprised when his length hardened even further in her hands and seemed to grow an extra centimetre even as she watched. He'd already been longer than both her hands could cover and her fingers didn't quite meet around his width. He's incredible. I'm not even sure if he'll fit inside me, but never let it be said that a Mando reneged on a promise.

She moved one of her soapy hands down to his tightly drawn balls and washed them very carefully, knowing they were supposed to be very sensitive. Her left hand kept up a steady stroking rhythm on his cock as her right continued to explore underneath, reaching further back daringly.

Ezra gasped when she touched a spot just behind his sac and he very wisely took his hands out of her hair to brace his clenched fists against the wall. "Sabine, I can't hold it anymore," he warned between panting whimpers.

She looked up at him through her lashes teasingly, a secret smile on her lips. "Then don't. Come on me, Ez'ika. Then you can wash it off."

Holy. Fragging. Hells!

Sabine's bold words were the last straw needed to topple his fragile control, making Ezra lose it completely. He stiffened and groaned like he was dying as many long ropes of seed shot out of him, hitting her on the neck, collarbones, and dripping down to her breasts. "Foooorrrrrccceee," he moaned through it, the mere sight of what and who he was painting white drawing out the pleasurable agony even further as his balls emptied themselves of what felt like a year's worth of come all at once. To top it all off, all the water in the shower was spinning in a tornado of uncontrolled Force energy around them, leaving the two young lovers temporarily dry.

When it was finally over, Ezra was thoroughly drained of energy, wet again as the water returned to doing what it was supposed to, and possessed of very rubbery bones. It took all of his remaining willpower to keep himself standing and not fall right on poor Sabine.

But... by far and away, it had been the best climax of his life. And they were just getting started.

Even if I don't survive the upcoming rounds of blissful sex, it will soooooo be worth it.

Mando'a Translations:

Ka'ra – stars.

Ka'rase - referring to all of the past Mand'alore who have joined the stars and now watch over their descendants from above. (Borrowed this idea from another fanfic. Have no idea if it's actually Mandalorian culture or not, but I like it.)