Sabezra's 2nd Anniversary:

D2/2 BBY, Atollon

The sun was setting over Chopper Base by the time Ezra landed the A-Wing trainer beside a line of similar one person fighters. He'd tried to get Sabine to come with him for the long trip back from the Phelbos sector, but Kanan had vetoed the idea, saying that Ezra should take the quiet time to meditate over what had happened with Maul and the holocrons.

Ezra had to admit that the time alone had worked to settle his mind, but he still regretted the missed alone time with Sabine. Sometimes it seemed like he hardly ever saw her anymore with all of the missions they were running, many of them on separate teams.

Not bothering to wait for a ladder to be pushed up to the cockpit by one of the curious people wandering out of the main facility, Ezra jumped down to the ground and then stretched out the kinks from sitting for so long. He gave Wedge a halfhearted wave as the older boy came jogging over.

"What happened? There's rumours about kidnapping or something all over the base."

Sighing, Ezra shook his head. "I'll explain tomorrow, Wedge. I promise. I'm really beat and just want to go pass out."

Disappointed, but resigned, Wedge nodded. "All right. But I'll be your shadow at breakfast until you spill the dets."

Ezra laughed tiredly. "If it comes with you serving me so I don't have to stand in line, then I might even be willing to call it a date," he teased.

Wedge rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Bridger. Go crash, you're obviously barmy. Everyone knows you only have eyes for a certain Mando."

Ezra winked before striding off towards the Ghost. "You know it," he called over his shoulder, Wedge's laughter trailing after him.

Ezra strode up the ramp of his home, soaking in the feeling of belonging that immediately came with it. The first thing he did was head for the refresher; six hours in an A-Wing with no toilet facilities would inspire that in nearly everyone. As he turned left towards his destination, he could hear Kanan, Hera, and Zeb talking in the common room from the open door to the right. I wonder where Sabine is?

That question was answered as the door to the refresher opened and out walked the girl in question.

He beamed at her, receiving an equally bright smile in return.

"I see you made it in one piece," she said teasingly, a hint of relief under the tone.

Ezra walked into the refresher after she had walked out and leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms over his chest. "I did."

"And did you meditate like Kanan told you to?" she asked, leaning her shoulder on the wall, facing down the hallway so she could see if anyone stuck their head out of the common room.

Ezra smiled ruefully. "I actually did. Nearly the whole way too. It helped a bit. Maybe not so much in answers, but definitely with the guilt."

She touched his arm gently. "That's good. You can't let yourself get stuck in the guilt spiral again. That didn't go well last time."

Understatement of the century. Ezra reached up, running a caressing finger over her cheek. "Yeah. I know. But I know I can always count on you to drag me back into the light, and that keeps me going."

Sabine leaned into his touch, turning her head to kiss his palm. "Ez'ika," she whispered. "Always." She smirked. "Even if I have to beat you up again to make you see what an idiot you are, I've got you."

He snorted. "Yeah. Let's hope it doesn't come to that again. You are seriously good at doing damage when you want to."

Her smirk grew. "I'm Mandalorian. It's what we do."

Ezra leaned into her space. "My Mandalorian."

She closed the distance so their noses just touched. "My lothrat."

And just like that, their mouths were fused, his hand cupping her cheek.

A burst of laughter from the common room just down the hall had them pulling apart quickly in remembrance that this wasn't a good place or time. But that didn't stop their eyes from saying how much they wished they could continue.

"I guess…" Sabine said, flicking her gaze towards the other room.

He sighed. "Yeah." Somehow, even though he'd still get to see her, having it include the rest of the family at the same time just didn't seem good enough at the moment. "Tomorrow?" They'd finagle a patrol together or something to make some alone time happen, he'd make sure of it.

Her eyes shone with promise and banked desire. "Tomorrow," she confirmed.

Ezra tucked his hands into the pockets of his jacket to stop them from reaching for her again. His fingers touched a square package and he lit up. "Wait," he called softly just as she moved to walk away.

Sabine turned back. "What?"

Ezra withdrew the gold wrapped square. "I found this in the galley of that space station when we were scavenging for supplies. It might be a little stale, but it's still chocolate."

Sabine's eyes lit up with nearly unholy glee. "Ezra. And you saved it for me?"

He grinned, filled with pride at his accomplishment. "Of course. Happy second anniversary, cyar'ika."

Sabine gulped, clutching the chocolate bar to her chest. "Oh, Ez." Glancing down the hall, she confirmed the coast was still clear, so she grabbed his jacket and pulled him back down for another quick but thorough kiss that had him floating on figurative clouds.

She pulled away just in time for Hera to stick her head out the other door. "Sabine, you want to help me make dinner? Oh, hey, Ezra. You've made it back all right. Excellent." Hera beamed at the two of them. "Now you both can help me make dinner."

They smiled beatifically at their almost mother. "Sure, Mom," they answered in sync, laughing when they realized what they'd done.

Hera shook her head at them, grinning. "You two have come a long way from when you first met, that's for sure."

Sabine looked at Ezra with mirth in her eyes, raising a brow. "You could say that."

Ezra smirked back at her.

Sabine walked to the adjoining hallway. "I'll be right there, Hera. I just have to put something in my room."

Ezra forced himself not to watch Sabine walk away, since Hera was watching, instead closing himself into the refresher. Force, I love that girl.