How to Bathe Your Cyar'ika in Love:

Sabine stared into her Ez'ika's bottomless gem blue eyes and made a faint sound that could possibly be interpreted as a whimper if one were being particularly mean. (Mandos don't whimper. Or simper. Or any other pathetic 'imper' word.) (But….)

His forever heart. Stars.

He's going to turn me into a puddle of mush not fit to wear my armour at this rate.

And I don't care.

She just had to kiss him again.

So she did with a moaned out, "Ezzzzz."

With their hands trapped between them, and his already restored and eager length happily pressed to her stomach (Jedi stamina, indeed!), he kissed her back. This time it was a soft and loving kiss that drew on and on as neither wanted to stop. Not even the cool water running over their heads wasn't going to hinder their passion, not when they were generating so much heat between them.

Eventually Ezra pulled away, inspiring another sound of indeterminate origins (not-a-whimper-dammit!) from her. Clearly amused by her annoyance with herself, the corner of his mouth was curled up in a tiny smirk as he raised the hand he had a hold of to kiss, his eyes not leaving hers. "Back to your bath, cyar'ika."

Sabine huffed and rolled her eyes. She tugged her hand free to push some of her dripping wet hair out of her face. "Before the water turns ice cold and before we arrive at Krownest while still butt naked and soaking wet would be a good," she said dryly, trying to restore some of her badass image before it was completely shot to hell.

His smirk only deepened and so did the twinkle in his eyes. "As my Lady desires."

Such a nerf!

But at least he got back to the task at hand with something resembling speed.

And some very blatant appreciation that Sabine didn't mind whatsoever.

Still inwardly laughing at Sabine's conflicting emotions of disgruntlement, love, and arousal, Ezra got busy continuing his fulfillment of a long held fantasy; running his hands all over one Sabine Wren from head to toes under the guise of making her clean.

A more beautiful female had never been formed, in his humble opinion. And he told her so as he washed her as slowly and studiously as he could manage while still giving the appearance of expediting the process.

"Such a slender and delicate neck," he praised after he'd finished with her right hand and worked his way back up her arm. "How it holds your head is a wonder."

Sabine scoffed, of course, rolling her eyes at him. "Have you seen Hera's neck and what it holds up? Those lekku are not light."

Ezra had to give her that one. He'd been smacked by a weighty, flying lek more than once when the group of them had been fighting in close quarters or he'd been standing by her chair in the Phantom and the flying had gotten rather adventurous. She'd even used the muscular appendage to push him towards the back of the Phantom in a wordless order to go strap himself in. "Fine. Your neck is normal and not wondrous at all, but I still adore it."

She (very predictably) smacked him on the shoulder.

Ezra grinned at her and poured his (manly smelling) shampoo into his hands, something instinctive inside him purring at the thought of making her smell like himself. "Turn." With a raised eyebrow, she did, putting her back to him and the water and tilting her head back so he could soap up her hair, making sure to give her scalp a thorough message as well.

She moaned. A lot. It was such a turn on. (But everything she did was a turn on, to be fair.) "Oh, that's lovely," she eventually said between soft sounds of pleasure. "I'm getting you to wash my hair as often as possible from now on."

Ezra thrilled at that, feeling like the luckiest guy ever all over again. "Kriff. You know I'd love to. I love your hair. It's the prettiest hair in the galaxy. I love how colourful it is." He gave her a nudge back towards the water, indicating he was done and he wanted to rinse the soap out now.

"Thank you, Ez," she said softly, turning her head and looking up at him as she reached back to touch his cheek.

Her eyes. So big and bright and beautiful. They were killing him. So was the gratitude and love she was radiating like a miniature sun to warm him from the inside out.

There was nothing he would trade for this moment with her.

Not even the miraculous death of Vader and the Emperor, which would bring peace to the galaxy, would be enough. If that made him a bad Jedi, so be it.

When he was sure all the soap was gone from her hair, he cupped her jaw and he kissed her softly, smiling into her amber eyes, loving this woman with every scrap of his soul. "You're welcome, my heart." Then he turned her around again with a gentle touch.

His hands trailed back down her neck and continued southwards, skimming over her delicate looking collarbones, his next goal firmly in sight.

They both gasped when he trailed a soapy finger over a breast. Then he was cupping them and kneading them, marveling at the soft weight of them. They came to hard points for him in moments and he could feel Sabine's approval of what he was doing. Curious, he concentrated on their new bond as he stroked his thumb over a nipple. She gasped again and so did he as he felt an echo of her pleasure in his own chest.

Frag, I love our Force bond!

Not only was it amazing to feel what she did, he now had an in with her body. It was so relieving to know that he would never have to worry if something he did to her was uncomfortable or not to her liking.

No wonder Kanan and Hera always looked like very satisfied tookas when they came out of their room together in the mornings.

Ezra spent more time than he should have on 'cleaning' her breasts, but they were just so beautiful and responsive and her moans were music to his ears.

Fortunately, for the sake of the previously listed time constraints, there were other places on her body that were calling to him.

So he eventually left her soft mounds behind and continued on down her torso, sweeping his hands over her ribcage and waist and then back up again, tracing the lines of her subtle six pack and circling her belly button. "I absolutely love your abs. They're so hot. And this might be the sexiest belly button ever," he husked.

Sabine laughed at him, her hands on his shoulders as she watched him wash her with heated and indulgent eyes. "You're such a dork."

He only shrugged, thumb dipping into the hollow in her stomach deliberately, making her tense slightly with the sensation. "Don't care. I think you're perfect. Live with it."

She snorted as she dug her fingernails into his skin a little, just to tease, he was sure. "If I must."

"You must," he vowed with a grin.

He could sense her rolling her eyes at him, but he was already focused elsewhere.

Further downwards to be exact.

While unconsciously holding his breath at the proximity to where he wanted to explore the most, he skimmed over her hip bones and lower belly and then made for a thigh, saving the area with a phoenix shaved above it for last, like she had with his own most intimate parts.

Her legs were slender but firm with muscle and so fragging hot it was all he could do not to pant like a mooka as he gazed at them in awe. (And now he knew what it felt like to have those perfect limbs wrapped around his waist!) He kneaded her thighs and calves as he washed them, making her a little more boneless and heavier on his shoulders as she used him to keep herself upright. Ezra smirked to himself, full of justified pride that his bath was being well received.

Now sitting on his heels, he spent a small eternity leaning every dip and sensitive spot on her knees, which he thought were incredibly cute and told her so, which made her giggle from above. (A delightful sound she definitely didn't make often enough.) And when he was done with her calves, he picked up each of her feet and learned them just as thoroughly as he'd learned her hands. Her feet weren't much bigger than her hands either, being nearly as small and just as delicate looking with adorable little toes that inspired playful kisses, making her giggle again before she pulled her foot free and kicked him (sort of gently) in the chest. "Sto..oopp! That tickles!"

Ezra laughed and made sure to do the same to the second foot, just because, inspiring another (somewhat less gentle) kick and a laughing glare from his beloved. (He would definitely be tickling her toes on a regular basis from now on, now that he'd found a weakness!) (He didn't even care that her feet, just like her hands, were all but registered as lethal weapons with how hard she trained; the pain of retaliation would be worth it!)

Finished with the front side of Sabine… for now, Ezra rose to his feet and gently turned her around again, propping her against the wall since she still seemed a little boneless, so he could wash her back. The lean strength in the smooth expanse was awe inspiring and the sheer perfection of her figure from shoulders to waist to hips had him almost literally drooling. Even the odd scar she had on her body from past injuries just made him want to touch her more.

From there, his hands trailed down to her luscious butt cheeks. The round globes were just like the rest of her; feminine but firm to the touch, full with muscle. Ezra loved it. He loved all of her. "By the Force, cyar'ika, you're perfection itself. Like a work of art inside and out," he whispered in her cute little earlobe, letting his lips just brush it as he spoke, hands kneading and cupping and very much appreciating.

She shivered in his arms. And it had nothing to do with the temperature of the water still raining over their heads.

Ezra turned her back around with his hands on her hips. Her forearms immediately found his shoulders again. Her amber eyes were nearly liquid and half black with desire as she looked up at him. Ezra kissed her again, tongue invading her space as his mind spun with their combined emotions.

She let him kiss her like he was going to devour her for a few heated seconds before she pulled back a bare fraction and whispered against his mouth, "Running out of time."

With a groan of denial, he pulled away and reached for the body soap one more time. "One place left," he whispered, eyes glinting at her.

Sabine panted, licking her lips, and moved her feet further apart in invitation. "Please." That's all she said, but for her, that was all out begging.

Ezra kept a hand on her hip and his eyes on hers as he knelt again, drawing hard on their bond as he moved his soapy hand down her belly and through the soft, short hair of her phoenix and then his fingers touched the heated oasis of her center for the first time.

When her eyes closed in approval, he watched what he was doing.

He rubbed the smooth outer skin only at first, but then he started exploring with his fingers, seeking out the hidden depths of her folds and the little nub of her clitoris. She liked it when he circled her clit, moaning softly. She liked it even more when he strummed it, moaning louder. Ezra kept that in mind as he moved further down and dipped a finger in her tight, slippery vaginal opening as far as he could bury it, confident he wouldn't hurt her since he'd already been in there with something much, much bigger than just one finger. She clamped around him immediately and his heart raced, the beat throbbing through his cock at the remembered bliss of it. Daringly, he slid his thumb further back and circled the tight rim of her second opening the way she'd done to him. Her channel tightened impossibly even more around his finger and she grabbed his hair, gasping. He looked up and found her eyes on him. They had blackened even further, and she was visibly panting.

Wow.

Definitely remembering that one.

"Now can I taste you?" he begged, unashamed.

Sabine nodded, a strangled sounding, "Elek. Gedet'ye elek," escaping along with her next breath.

Pleased that he'd reduced her to her native language and that he actually understood the affirmative confirmation, Ezra grinned up at her. "Thank you." (On the other hand, he didn't have the brain power left to remember how to say that in Mando'a.)

Keeping his fingers where they were, he dipped his head forward and laved attention to her clit with his tongue, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on her face. He wanted to watch her climax from his ministrations with the same base instinct that made him crave air to keep living.

She was already strung so tight and dripping with pleasure, it only took a minute of careful attention.

And she was exquisite when she came, screaming his name with that extra 'ika on the end and all but pulling his hair out of his scalp as even more slippery liquid escaped her channel and the tight walls fluttered around his invading finger.

Her Force signature burst into excited fireworks and her cries of pleasure made him feel like the King of the Universe. The echoes of her pleasure along with his own arousal had him coming untouched as well, spurting on the wall behind her, groans and shivers wracking through him.

Somehow, through all of that, he managed to keep licking her clit until she literally shuddered and shifted away from him a fraction. Not to be deterred from his goal, though, Ezra merely removed his hand from her intimate crevices and pushed her thigh wider so that he could bury his face more deeply within her core, licking at her folds and still spasming opening until he'd cleaned up all the evidence of her climax, savouring the unique taste of her juices like it was ambrosia itself.

He didn't stop until she tugged on his wet hair hard enough to get his attention. He glanced up and she tugged again, looking like a gentle breeze would blow her over. Smiling to himself as he caught his breath, Ezra obeyed the unspoken command to rise. "Good?" he asked, nuzzling his nose to hers and searching her blissed out expression as he wrapped his arms around her.

Her hands settled on his nape, fingernails sending pleasant shocks down his spine as she ghosted them over the fine hairs there. She smiled back at him. "Hmmmm, yes. So good. Much better than I'd imagined."

"Same," he breathed, mouth settling over hers as he reached down for her knees and scooped her up into his arms. She gasped into his kiss and her hands clenched on his shoulders, making him smile into her mouth. "Now let's get out of this shower before we freeze to death," he laughed, suiting action to words and turning off the water with a flick of his fingers on the way out.

Sabine laughed too, fake shivering in his arms on purpose, just to prove a point. "About time, street rat. You really didn't need to spend quite that much time washing me."

Ezra only grinned, carrying her out into the bedroom and tossing her on the bed, inspiring a playful glare. "Sure I did. And I intend to spend even more time learning you from top to bottom all over again with my mouth," he said, following after her in a quick pounce so he landing on all fours over her sprawled body.

Sabine looked up at him, her pupils dilating again with renewed desire, more than willing to keep up with his seemingly limitless libido. "Bring it."

"Gladly." He dipped his head to start by kissing the satin soft skin of her temple.

At that moment, they both felt his ship drop out of hyperspace, causing him to drop his forehead to hers and groan dramatically. "Karabast."

She laughed again and pushed him off her and right off the bed. He hit the floor with a thump as his breath whooshed out of his lungs. As he was sucking in air again, the cheeky girl peered over the edge at him as he pretended to look all pathetic in a broken heap on the floor. With a snort of amusement, she stepped over him and headed for her clothes still in the refresher. "Sorry, babe," she called back. "But that will have to wait for later. Back to work for us."

Ezra groaned again and reluctantly pushed himself off the floor. "Krownest is too close to Mandalore," he complained as he unabashedly watched her dress with a heated gaze.

Sabine threw one of his boots at him, rolling her eyes. "That's the first time I've ever heard that one," she laughed. "It's usually the opposite."

Ezra clutched the boot he'd caught and smirked, still watching her out of the corner of his eye as he quickly looked through the chaos of armour pieces and weapons for his various clothing items. Once he'd found the last thing, finishing by calling his remaining boot to his hand, he boldly declared, "I bet that's been said by at least a hundred horny Wrens thwarted in their plans as they made the trip. Even your parents."

She gasped and spun to look at him with wide eyes, looking like a fantasy come to life in only her bra and the bottom half of her formfitting bodysuit. "Ezra! By the Manda, I did not want that image in my head!"

Ezra ran for it before she retaliated by shooting him in his very bare ass or something, laughing maniacally all the way to the next cabin over and wisely locking the door.

Teasing his feisty Mando girl would never get old.

Mando'a translations:

Elek - Yes

Gedet'ye- Please