Sabezra's Sneaky Tryst:

D2/1 BBY, Krownest

Sabine woke up to the feel of butterfly kisses tracing her collarbones from one side to the other. She hummed in sleepy pleasure, cracking her eyes open to see the top of her lover's midnight blue head bent over her chest. Raising a hand, she stroked his soft, short hair as he moved his attention a little further down.

Ezra's mischievous eyes flicked up to her as he licked and nibbled on the creamy flesh of her breast. Sabine smiled down at him. "Good morning, babe," she murmured, finger tracing the shell of his ear. "Happy third anniversary."

Ezra grinned, slid up her body and captured her mouth for a long kiss that had a whole lot of tongue involved. "Oh, it is most definitely a happy anniversary, my beautiful cyar'ika," he said huskily back afterwards. He then slithered back down her body to where he'd been and continued with his worship of her breasts.

Sabine was more than happy to let him.

She closed her eyes and just let herself feel, one hand on the back of his head and the other caressing the muscles of his upper back. They'd spent nearly the entire night sating the urgency of a three month separation and now she (and he) was content to just savour the pleasure.

By the time he had both of her nipples standing up to firm attention, Sabine was close to giving in to the urge to moan.

Ezra moved on, continuing his oral exploration of her torso. He'd thought she was incredibly fit before, but after three months of training with her clan again as opposed to whatever she managed mostly on her own on the Ghost, he'd now been proven wrong. The abs that had been barely visible before now stood out in nearly stark relief in rows. Kriff, these are hot. And maybe even better looking than mine. I'm going to have to train harder to keep up with her. He licked up and down and around each abdominal muscle, making her giggle, which made him chuckle into her skin, which had her giggling harder as he tickled her unintentionally.

Sabine thought that might be a fun idea, so she dug the tips of her fingers into his ribs in the one spot she'd found on him that was ticklish, so he just had to retaliate in kind.

In seconds, they were rolling around the bed, laughing like lothloons, and in a full-fledged tickle war.

BANG! BANG! BANG! came an overly enthusiastic knock on her bedroom door.

Sabine and Ezra untangled themselves from each other, gasping for air, and looked at each other in alarm.

"SABINE!" Tristan yelled through the door that thankfully required all-out yelling to be heard through. "Mother says we're leaving for Mandalore in FIFTEEN minutes! What the kriff are you doing in there?!"

Sabine glanced at the chrono on the wall. "Osik!" She smacked Ezra. "We're late!"

Ezra snorted even as he rolled off the bed and started looking for his clothes which seemed to be scattered from one side of the room to the other. "I gathered," he said dryly.

She shot him a look that he happily ignored.

"SABINE!"

Jolting into action, she scrambled into her robe that was lying haphazardly at the very end of the bed where it had been flung last night, and then rushed to the door. She only let it open far enough to stick her head out.

Tristan was standing there, helmet under his arm. He gave her a perplexed look. "Shabla, Sabine, you're not even dressed!"

"I know," she hissed. "I'll be down in five minutes, okay? Stop yelling at me so the entire stronghold can hear you."

Tristan smirked. "Why, you have something to hide? A certain young Jedi perhaps? One who's not in his room, by the way?" (Said Jedi saluted cheekily at Tristan from above Sabine's head as he was pulling on his t-shirt. Their eyes met in male understanding for half a moment.)

She narrowed her eyes at her brother warningly. "Don't even think about saying anything about that to Mother, Tristan, or I will acquaint your face with the floor, you hear me?"

Tristan laughed, holding up his free hand in surrender. "Don't worry. I'll let you tell Mother all on your own that you've picked a Jedi for a riddur. Just, please let me be there when you do." He gave her his best puppy eyes, even as the amber orbs shone with underlying mirth.

I never could resist those eyes. And he kriffing knows it. "Fine," Sabine snarled at him before closing the door in his face. She turned around and glared at Ezra as she stomped over to her closet. "This is all your fault."

Ezra grinned at her as he pulled on his orange jacket. "I didn't hear you complaining last night when I was making you come over and over and over again."

She threw a boot at him.