Princess Interference:

D2/3 BBY, Lothal

As the planning session for stealing the Princess' ships broke up, Ezra wandered into the galley, letting the door close behind him. Sabine surreptitiously tracked him with her eyes, still worried about him.

Even though he had a mission to occupy his mind, there was still a hint of sorrow in his eyes, and the set of his shoulders was a fraction lower than normal. Ezra was definitely hurting over the loss of his parents and all she wanted to do was hold him close and make him feel better.

But there were too many people wandering around the ship right now with the addition of Ryder and Organa, and she didn't see how to make it happen.

The pampered looking Princess was talking to Hera at the moment, and Sabine swallowed the urge to growl at the other girl. Because she was looking at the galley door too, and asking Hera, "Ezra, he's special, isn't he?"

Not to you, bitch. He's mine.

"We believe so," Hera answered with a soft smile. "But what makes you think so? You've only just met him."

The Princess shrugged slightly. "Just a feeling I have. And my feelings about people are rarely wrong. Plus, it's his words that have sparked a true rally to the Rebellion's cause. I feel like he'll be an important player in this war one day and I'd like to stay in contact with him, if I could."

Not if I can help it. You are not stealing my man, you hussy.

Sabine stood abruptly as Hera answered the younger girl who held herself with such poise. "I'm sure that can be arranged. I'm sure Ezra would love to have more friends his age to talk to."

Kriff, Hera, stop encouraging her. Not caring any longer what anyone thought, Sabine went into the galley as well, mumbling about getting a drink, if anyone cared to hear it.

At first, she thought Ezra had taken to crawling through the ductwork again, because she didn't see him at first glance. But then a flash of white in her peripheral vision proved him to be propped up against the counter just to the left of the door, hugging his helmet to his chest.

Ezra rolled his head towards her and flashed a pathetic smile as she stepped in and let the door close behind her. "Hey,"

"Hey." She gently extracted the helmet from his hands and placed it on the counter, then she put herself in the helmet's place.

Ezra sighed softly into her blue and teal hair as her arms wrapped around his waist and she leaned her weight into him. He wrapped his arms around her in return, his soul settling at the connection. For the first time since learning the terrible news about his parents' deaths, Ezra felt like he still had something to live for.

Sabine will always be my happy place.

She kissed his jaw softly. "Guess what?"

"What?"

"It's the one year anniversary of the day we first kissed."

His eyes widened in surprise. "Force, you're right, my birthday was yesterday." And it was just as wretched as ever. Thank the Force for Sabine, who always makes them better. He touched her under the chin and brought her eyes up to meet his. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize. I should have a present for you."

Sabine laughed softly, looking up into the amazing blue eyes that were now a few centimetres higher than hers. "Don't worry about it, babe. I don't have anything for you either. But I wouldn't mind a few more kisses to celebrate the day."

Ezra smiled softly, fingers brushing her hair behind her ear and then tracing the shell, making her shiver in delight. "I consider every kiss from you a gift, cyar'ika."

She melted, just like she always did when he said things like that, and cupped his strong jaw in her hands. "And that's why you're the only recipient of my kisses, Ezra Bridger; that honeyed tongue of yours."

Ezra leaned closer, eyes sparking. "Oh, you like my tongue, do you?"

She closed the distance further, her own amber eyes sparking back as she murmured against his lips, "You know I do."

Their lips met in a sweet kiss that nibbled and caressed in the most perfect way. And when she wanted more, Sabine parted her lips and invited his tongue to play too.

Ezra was happy to oblige, licking into her mouth and starting a sweet tango with her.

He would have been content to stay wrapped up with her forever, but a sudden sense of a newly familiar presence in the Force that was weirdly strong yet muted had him pulling back just as the door beside them began to open.

Sabine sprang away at the unexpected (but she should have anticipated it with so many people on the ship) opening of the door. She tried to play it cool and turn the movement into reaching for a cup from the cupboard just to the right of Ezra's head, but the Princess' raised brow proved that she hadn't quite succeeded.

"I'm sorry. Am I interrupting something?"

"No. No." Ezra's blushing cheekbones spoke clearly how much of a lie that was.

The Princess gave him a skeptical look that clearly said she wasn't buying it, but she let the subject drop, thankfully. "I just came in to get a drink of water, if that's all right?"

She was still looking at Ezra, and Sabine wanted to claw her eyes out.

Because Ezra was looking especially fine in his old cadet uniform that was a year's worth of growing too tight and the Princess was definitely noticing. Sabine could practically see all of the muscles he'd been building with his Jedi training. The white and grey looked especially nice with his copper skin tone, and the lack of colour somehow made his beautiful eyes even bluer. (Despite what the uniform represented, Sabine had always liked Ezra in it.)

Nearly snarling (but not quite), Sabine thrust the cup she'd just grabbed in the Princess' face. "Here. Have at it."

The Princess, curse her, smiled regally and accepted the cup. "Thank you."

As the Princess moved to the sink Ezra shot Sabine a look that said 'what's up with you?'

Sabine shot him one back that said 'I'll tell you later.' Then she swept from the galley before she strangled the other girl in a fit of jealousy.

It didn't occur to her until after she'd left that she'd just left Ezra alone with the other girl.

The very beautiful other girl.