Ezrabine's Goodbye, Part 1:
D26/1 BBY, Lothal
Ezra knelt on a rock, far from camp, as a sense of imminent disaster crept over him.
HE was returning. He could feel it.
And they weren't ready yet. Hera wasn't back with their reinforcements and his plan for taking back Lothal was still living in the realm of 'this is an insane idea.' He sighed and pushed the negative thoughts out of his mind along with everything else that was bothering him. Concentrating on only his breathing and the Force, Ezra sank into a meditative state like Kanan had taught him four years ago.
And there was another thought that he wasn't letting himself think right now.
Kanan.
That just hurt too much.
With grim determination, Ezra concentrated on the Force. It had been showing him glimpses of possible paths for the outcome of this day, but he was desperately hoping for a little more. The flashes he'd seen in the World Between Worlds, in his dreams, and during his meditation sessions just weren't enough to make him feel better about what was about to happen.
He still didn't know for sure how this final battle was going to play out and what his fate would be. He had a plan of sorts for the grand finale, but it wasn't for sure, and he was counting on something that had been said to him years ago and a brief image in a portal. No one would believe him if he tried to explain it, so he didn't. It was going to be a surprise, even to him, if it actually happened. Everything up until said finale was still floating around in the air, indistinct and confusing. Thus, the meditating.
Breaths calm and steady, Ezra let the Force flow through him, lending him strength and courage. With every breath he sank deeper and deeper, until there was nothing left but his connection to the Force. And finally, the images and voices came back, giving him a better glimpse of what would happen with each possible path. Many paths lay before him but only one gave him the outcome that he needed. And it almost shattered his heart as he realized just what taking that path would entail. His family would lose another member for a long time and he really didn't want to do that to them.
Ezra went over each possible path again. And again came to the conclusion that there was only one acceptable way this day was going to end; with heartbreak. A tear crept down his cheek and he opened his eyes, hastily wiping it away as he stared blankly over the scorched grass of his home planet. Leaving was going to hurt. But the planet was the least on his list of things he didn't want to leave. He didn't want to leave his family.
He didn't want to leave Hera behind with a baby on the way. He'd sensed the new life force living within her about a week ago, while Kanan was still alive. No words were ever spoken about it, but he and Kanan had shared a long moment of joy through their bond when they realized that they both knew about it. Ezra had been waiting for Kanan to tell Hera the news, since it wasn't his to share, but as far as he knew, the opportunity had never presented itself to Kanan. And then he died. And now Ezra didn't know whether to tell Hera or let her find out for herself. He was leaning towards the later, simply because he thought breaking the news to her would be rather awkward. And with what was coming, he didn't think it would be fair to her to drop such a bombshell on her on top of everything else.
Ezra felt awful that he wouldn't get to meet his little brother for who knows how long. How much growing up would he do before Ezra came home? Who would teach him how to control the Force that was almost certainly going to reside within him in vast quantities, based on how strong Kanan was? Ezra didn't want to leave his brother feeling as confused as he had been for the first fourteen years of his life. He didn't want to leave him, and he'd never even met him yet.
And most of all, he didn't want to leave Sabine. She was his heart and soul. His reason for getting up in the morning. His everything. She was his best friend. His soul mate. His life. Ezra loved her with his entire being. No other woman could ever compare to her. No one was smarter, stronger, or more beautiful than his Sabine.
Maybe, just maybe, if she ever forgave him for leaving her at the end of the battle and he saw her again, years from now, she would finally think he was grown up enough to marry him. Force knows he'd asked her enough times over the last year, that he had her answer memorized; "We're too young to get married, Ez. Ask again when you're older." Always said with a laugh and a passionate kiss, but it was still a rejection that hurt.
Ezra sighed, chest heaving with the emotions swirling through him again. So much for calm and tranquility. Apparently he was going to have to mediate again to get that back. Ezra had just closed his eyes when he felt Sabine's distinctive energy approaching. His heart gave a little jump of joy, but Ezra told it to get a grip. Now wasn't the time to lose his cool. They were about to go to war. Emotions were just going to have to wait.
Sabine went to find Ezra, needing to see that he was all right. He'd left hours ago, to commune with the Force or whatever it was that he did. He'd been so distant since they'd destroyed the Temple. Resigned somehow. It reminded her of how Kanan had acted before his death. And it scared her. She was terrified that something was going to happen to him too and she didn't like it all.
Watching Hera grieve for Kanan, for the love that was lost, had made her realize that maybe she should stop procrastinating about taking the last step in their relationship. Before it was too late.
Sabine found him meditating on an outcropping of rock far from camp. She had let her feet lead her to him, guided by the Force, even though she wasn't sensitive to it, she trusted it. They'd spent so many years together that Sabine was sure some of his Jedi mumbo jumbo must have rubbed off on her, because she didn't even question any of the crazy things that happened anymore.
To Ezra, it seemed like no time at all before her delightful presence was beside him and she put her hand on his shoulder. His heart jumped again and his breath caught, ignoring his pep talk from seconds ago.
"Ezra. You okay?" her beautiful voice asked by his ear, and he had to suppress the urge to shiver in delight.
He looked up at her, into her worried amber eyes, trying not to drown in their depths and let all of his emotions show, but feeling like he was losing the battle. "Something's changed. Something's happening," he said, admitting a little of what was going on.
"What's wrong?" she asked, concerned by the sadness, resignation, and determination she could see in his sapphire eyes.
"I need to talk to Hera." Ezra explained. "Thrawn is on his way back. If we don't act now, we'll lose our chance. And Hera's not back yet." Ezra stood smoothly, looking down into her eyes. He absently wondered when she'd gotten so much smaller than him. But never weaker. She can still toss me to the ground in a second flat if she feels like it. That thought almost made him smile, but he repressed it because this wasn't a smiling situation. Despite that, the reminder that Sabine would always be a warrior still filled him with admiration and joy. It was one of his favourite things about her. Maybe only second to her colourful and artistic side. He loved her fierceness. He loved her loyalty. He loved her colour. He loved her art. He loved her.
Sabine looked up at Ezra, standing so tall and strong. He'd grown up so much in the last few months. Not just in height, but in maturity. He wasn't the cute boy who'd once tried to flirt with her anymore. He was a man now. Sabine would never regret kissing him that first time after he turned fifteen. Their time together was priceless to her and he'd become the best friend she would ever have. Their bond was forged in battle and endless hours of talking through hyperspace runs and even more endless hours of lovemaking whenever they could get away with it. But she wished she'd been smarter and somehow been able to see the future; she would have married him the first time he asked. "Alright. We can comm Ryder and have him call her," Sabine said, pushing aside the regret. Ezra turned to walk back towards camp, but she stopped him with a hand on his arm. He looked down at her, surprised. "Ezra. There's something I need to say first. Something I should have said months ago, but my own stupid pride in my heritage has held me back."
Ezra looked at her with wide, confused eyes. She sounded so serious. Too serious. "What is it, Sabine? What has your culture got to do with anything? Aside from making you the strongest girl I've ever seen," he said with a half hearted grin, in an attempt at lightening the mood.
Sabine put both her hands on his strong chest and stared up into his eyes, working up the courage to continue with what she'd started and thinking up a good way to start. "You remember how I told you that the Jedi and the Mandalorians are enemies?" Her amber eyes were serious as she looked at him.
Ezra chuckled a little as he wrapped his arms around her back. "Yah. You almost left the Ghost that day. Everything would have been very different now if you had. I am very glad you didn't."
Sabine reached up with one hand and traced the scars on his cheek. The scars that she loved. To her they just proved how much of a warrior he really was and just added to the handsome perfection of his features. She felt him suck in his breath just a little at the contact, and she smiled ever so slightly, loving that she could still affect him so much. "Ezra, the reason I kept turning you down when you asked me to marry you is because I was afraid. Technically, you're my enemy, and even though my family seems to have accepted you as my friend, I was worried about how they'll react, how any Mandalorian would react if they found out I married a Jedi. But I don't care anymore. They can all go hang themselves if they don't like it. You're my world, first and foremost. I love you, Ez'ika. It would make me very very happy if you asked me again." She stretched up on her toes and placed a soft kiss on his lips, before searching his eyes to see his reaction.
Ezra's sappy heart gave a joyful thump at that confession while he was doing his best to ignore the jolts of electricity racing through him from where her hands were still touching him so he could concentrate on speaking without stuttering. "Sabine Wren, will you say the wedding vows with me?"
She nodded, smiling through misty amber eyes. "Yes, my Ezra. Yes, I will."
Ezra breathed a sigh of relief before ducking his head and kissing her quickly before pulling back. And then, like they'd rehearsed it a hundred times, they both said the Mandalorian vows at the same time in both Mando'a and then again in Basic, voices melding as their eyes locked and their hands held tight. "Mhi solus tome. We are one when together. Mhi solus dar'tome. We are one when parted. Mhi me'dinui. We will share all. Mhi ba'juri verde. We will raise warriors."
Sabine beamed at him for getting the complicated language correct when they were done and then leapt up into his arms and plastering her mouth to his. Ezra had never been happier in his whole life as he temporarily forgot the rest of the galaxy, his planet, his family, and everything he fought for and had lost. All that mattered to him in that moment was kissing the girl who was finally his wife like there was literally no tomorrow, because it was most likely true.
Sometime later, he wrapped his arms around her a little tighter, pulling her lithe body right into his, heart leaping in his chest at the contact. He buried his face in her gorgeous chocolate and purple hair, hiding the dopey smile he knew was plastered to his face. "My precious cyar'ika. I love you, so much," he murmured. "Since the moment I first saw you blow up those TIEs and make a mockery of the stormtroopers with your athletic grace. I hadn't even seen your face yet, but I thought to myself, 'now that's the kind of girl I wish I had.' And look at us now. You're finally mine, and we're about to go to war."
Her eyes burned from his words and the way his voice almost broke on that last part. "Oh, Ez."
Ezra pulled back a little so he could see her perfect face and reluctantly confessed some of the future because she deserved to know. "Sabine, I don't know if I'm going to survive this." He winced as she gasped but bravely forged on. "But I promise you that if I do, I will always love you. Force knows how much," he added in a strangled whisper. Ezra bent his head towards hers, rejoicing when she met him halfway. He pressed his lips to hers in a kiss of tender affirmation of their unbreakable bond, savouring the feeling of her soft lips under his. As the perfect moments dragged into eternity, he got a little bolder and so did she. The sweet taste of her mouth was intoxicating and all he wanted to do was kiss her for the rest of his life. Before he knew it, they were full on making out and Ezra's brain completely shut down, just letting his instincts take over.
Sabine couldn't believe how GOOD it felt to finally belong to Ezra the way he belonged to her. Kissing Ezra and being with him felt like she was fulfilling her true purpose in life. Which sounded silly, but all she wanted to do for the rest of her life was keep her arms wrapped around his neck and her body pressed close to his so she could continuously feel the little shocks and shivers that ran through her at the contact. His mouth tasted like mint and he smelled delicious; kind of like grass and fresh air and man with a hint of clean sweat. The combination was just as intoxicating as the first time she'd noticed how he smelt. And it was still a good trick, considering the only grass near them was scorched and the air smelled like smoke.
Somehow, after the new best minutes of his life, Ezra managed to pull back and gasp in much needed air as he rested his forehead on hers, gazing into her shining eyes like the love drunk, dazed, and overwhelmed boy he suddenly felt like. And then he noticed the tears running down her cheeks, making him feel terrible. Aw. man. Is she regretting it already? He'd all but said he might not survive the day. That was an awful thing to tell your new wife. Maybe he should have kept his mouth shut, but it wouldn't have been fair if he had.
Sabine hadn't even realized she was crying until he looked alarmed all of a sudden and she had to figure out why. "No, it's okay, babe. I'm just really happy, I think." she whispered. "And maybe really sad, but I don't blame you, promise. I know you'll do what you must, and so will I. And I have enough faith in you Force that it will all work out in the end."
Oh. Oh good, Ezra thought. Those were happy tears. Sort of. Close enough anyway. I can live with happy tears. He choked on a laugh at his own morbid thoughts and the hand fate had dealt them. "Figures," he said with a half roll of the eyes. "Isn't that how our lives go? Full of regrets, sacrifices, and wishful thinking, and for Force's sake, why didn't I think of that sooners?" He smiled as she snorted at his grim humour and wiped the tears off her cheeks with his thumbs, marvelling at the incredible softness of her skin for the millionth time. "No more of that. We've cried enough this last week," he said, trying once again not to think too much about losing Kanan. "I'm just happy to have this moment with you. I'm ready for whatever comes now."
Sabine's eyes went wide and Ezra felt the surge of worry from her again. Opps. Maybe I shouldn't have said that last bit. Too late to take it back now.
Sabine stifled a gasp and buried her face in his shoulder. That had sounded so final. Why did the Jedi have to know the future when it really mattered?
Ezra held her close, running a hand down the silky strands of her hair, sending her what comfort he could through their bond. It was never quite as strong as the bond he had with Kanan because she wasn't Force sensitive, but it still meant the world to him that he could sort of communicate with her like this, even if was just emotions. It also gave him hope that he'd always have a little piece of her with him no matter where he ended up. Because even with Kanan gone in body, Ezra could still feel a hint of their bond in the Force. Kanan was still out there, somewhere. He knew it, and was comforted by it. Kanan had once said that he would never leave him, and he'd meant it.
Sabine realized if she was going to lose him in the next few hours, she wanted more than just a kiss to remember him by. She wanted everything. She wanted all of him. No matter how insane it was or how little time they had left. She looked up at him and he felt a strange surge of mixed emotions from her. She suddenly felt determined, hesitant, brave, and a little scared all at once. "What is it, Sabine?" he asked curiously.
Sabine ran her hands down his muscled chest and closed her fingers on the bottom of his shirt. "I need you," she whispered. "All of you."
Ezra hadn't expected her to say that, but he sure wasn't going to complain about it. He grinned widely. "Alright. You have to know by now that I could never say no to you."
Sabine smiled quickly at him before she attacked his shirt, pulling it up and over his head and tossing it onto the rock behind her. Then she took a moment to admire what she'd uncovered. "Kriff, Ezra. I know I say this a lot, but Jedi training has been good to you," she breathed as she ran her hands reverently up and down his washboard abs and then back up again to his firm pecs and up to his broad shoulders that led to strongly muscled arms.
Ezra shrugged bashfully with a cheeky grin. "I'm not complaining." He leaned down and cupped the back of her head, stealing another kiss that again turned hot in seconds. Sabine moaned into his mouth as their tongues fought for dominance. This was so incredibly good. And hot. She couldn't forget hot. It felt like she was burning up, but in a very good way. She doubted there would ever come a time when Ezra didn't ignite her body in only seconds when he turned all that passion on her.
As their kiss just kept on going, Sabine grew impatient. She started pulling off her own armour with one hand while the other clung to the muscles of Ezra's bare back. His skin felt amazing under her hand, soft and yet somehow feeling thicker and stronger than hers.
Ezra pulled back from the kiss and helped her remove her armour when she wasn't doing it fast enough. He wanted to take it slow and draw this out for hours but there just wasn't time, so he let himself get carried away in her urgency.
Soon enough, there was pieces scattered around them and her gun and utility belts lay on the ground as well. That inspired her to go after his belt, making him chuckle softly. She had it off in five seconds flat including the two thigh straps that held down his holsters. She raised an eyebrow, indicating he should strip off his trousers and boots while she did the same to herself. Then she pulled on the fastening that held her bodysuit together. She shrugged out of it and was left in just her underclothes and Ezra was standing in front of her in just his skin tight undershorts. Shorts that left nothing to the imagination. She blinked at the rather impressive tent in the front of his shorts he was already sporting and then smiled a satisfied little smile.
Ezra was practically drooling at the sight of Sabine in nothing but her underwear. She had the most amazing muscle tone from all the acrobatics and fighting that she did. Not that he'd mind at all if she had a softer form, but at the moment she was perfection in his mind.
She glanced up his toned body to his face again and found him doing his own ogling. She had to admit that it felt really nice to be admired. She'd probably kill anyone else who looked at her like that, but because it was Ezra, she welcomed it.
"Kriff, Sabine. You're going to give me a heart attack from how beautiful you are," he finally gushed out after swallowing all the saliva that had pooled in his mouth. "You are so hot." His new mission in life would be to lick and kiss every millimetre of her skin again as soon as he had time. He absently wondered how long it would be before he actually got to do that, because there certainly wasn't time today.
Sabine preened a little, standing just a little straighter. "Why, thank you, babe. You're pretty hot yourself." She put her hands on the bottom of her sports bra and tore it off over her head, deciding that show and tell time was over.
Ezra stepped closer and kissed each of her small and round breasts. "You're gorgeous, Sabine," he whispered as he kissed a path up her neck while kicking off his shorts and pushing down hers.
Sabine nodded and gasped as his large hand cupped her left breast, sending a tingle through her whole body. Ezra wasn't the only one ready to go. His other hand rose as well and both of her breasts were being cradled in his worshipping hands. He groaned a little and nibbled a kiss to the side of her neck, making Sabine gasp again at the jolt that went through her. "Do that again," she demanded.
Ezra was more than happy to comply as he lavished attention on her neck with his mouth and caressed her perfect breasts with his hands. He could feel the nipples growing and hardening at his touch, which he still thought was pretty awe inspiring even after having the privilege of touching them for the last three years.
Sabine nipped his neck where it met his shoulder in return and got a satisfying groan from him. That inspired her to start exploring with her own hands. His chest received attention first, fingers eventually giving a playful flick to his little nipples, making him shiver. Sabine grinned at making him react just as much as he was her. Her hands got more daring and trailed down his hard stomach and around to his firm ass and let her hands explore as they wished. She suddenly gasped as Ezra returned the gesture, his hands magically moving to her own round butt. Who would have thought it would feel so good to have her rear end caressed?
Ezra moved his kisses back down to her breasts while his hands cupped what had to be galaxy's most toned and perfect ass ever. How had he gotten so lucky? What had he done to deserve to touch such a perfect goddess? He didn't know, but he was thanking the Force with every other breath or so in his mind.
Both of them ran out of patience and kind threw themselves at the other, kissing frantically, hands trailing down soft skin and finding the occasional scar from years of fighting the Empire. They groaned into each other's mouths as their hands hit pay dirt at the same time. Sabine circled her fingers around his cock and stroked it gently, feeling the head to toe shudder that went through his body. While at the same time, her pussy clenched in need as his strong fingers explored her soft folds with practiced ease. She moaned again as he teased her clit. "There, babe. Right there."
Ezra played with her clit for a minute while Sabine kept her hands caressing his cock. It was amazingly soft and yet so hard at the same time. She couldn't wait to for it to be inside her. She quivered in need as he moved further down and found her soaked opening, slipping a finger inside.
She was so tight. And hot. And wet. Her passage clenched around his finger and it was all he could do not to go off at how he knew that would feel around his cock instead. Ezra leaned his forehead against hers. "So good," he groaned out. "You're so perfect, Sabine. I don't know how much longer I can wait."
Sabine looked him in the eyes, the blue depths almost completely obliterated by his dilated pupils. "Then don't."
He smiled in relief for half a second before kissing her hard and lifting her up in his arms. Sabine wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, feeling his hard cock rubbing against her pussy deliciously. He walked a few steps and propped her against a nearby rock wall, sending shockwaves through her with each movement.
And then he was pushing his cock inside, having found her opening unerringly. Sabine sucked in air as the large intruder slowly forced its way past her tight walls. She shuddered and clamped down on him when he was all the way in.
Ezra groaned deep in his chest as he held onto his control out of sheer determination. This seemed even better now that she was officially his. His instincts were screaming at him to pound into her like an animal, but his mind and heart were saying, 'wait, wait, wait.' So he did.
Sabine could feel how tense every single one of his muscles were as he held himself still, waiting for her to adjust to his presence like a proper gentleman. They stared into each other's eyes for endless moments while Sabine breathed through it and finally relaxed around him.
"Now?" Ezra asked almost desperately.
Sabine nodded and tightened her arms around his neck. "Now."
That was all he needed to start moving in and out of her. Slowly at first, but building up speed as her soft cries encouraged him on. They were both already so close to the edge, it only took a minute of hard thrusting before Sabine felt herself tighten and tense almost unbearably before the dam broke and what felt like the best orgasm of her life wrung through her body despite the abbreviated foreplay.
Ezra kept pounding into her through her contractions, even though she'd actually gotten tighter and it was kind of hard to move. He didn't know what his face looked like, but he was pretty sure it was all scrunched up unattractively and there was sweat dripping down his forehead. It was probably a good thing her eyes were closed. As she finally stopped spasming around him he gritted his teeth and forced out words. "Force, I love you," he growled deep in his chest.
Sabine moaned as another thrust sent a mini orgasm through her. It took her a moment to register what he said and open her eyes to see what looked like agony on his face. "I love you, too," she whispered as he thrust a couple more times hard and deep then pulled out and pressed their stomachs together, his hard throbbing length between them. He shuddered as Sabine felt a hot wetness spurt onto her stomach over and over and she petted his back and kissed him through it, so grateful for his care. Her contraceptive shot had expired a couple days ago and he knew it. There just hadn't been time to track down another with everything that had happened lately.
As he breathed raggedly onto her shoulder, his body shivered once more before stilling and slowly relaxing the tight grip his muscles had on his bones. Sabine could feel the imprint of his hands on her butt, certain she would have bruises from his fingers, but not caring in the least. She was pretty sure she left a few scratches on his back in return. She hugged him tight with her arms and legs, resting her head on his heaving chest, while her back was still smashed up against a rock. (At least it was a smooth rock.)
Ezra sighed happily and looked up, a dopey smile on his handsome face. "That was amazing," Ezra said as he scanned her flushed cheeks, kiss swollen lips, and bright eyes adoringly. He raised a hand from her butt and brushed a strand of soft chocolate and purple hair off her cheek, tucking it behind her ear.
Sabine unwrapped one arm and cupped his cheek, giving him an equally dopey smile in return. "You were amazing."
Ezra flushed bashfully, glancing down for a moment. "Thanks," he mumbled.
Sabine giggled. "Dork."
Ezra looked up and chuckled. "Your dork."
She rolled her eyes at him, still held snugly in his arms. "Always. You're perfect for me, even if I didn't want to admit it. None of the other guys interested me at all."
Ezra raised a brow in surprise. "Not even Wedge? Cause I've seen the way he looks at you."
Sabine shook her head, eyes lighting up with a teasing glint. "Well... he is cute. But no, not even Wedge. You're it for me, Ezra. You always will be."
Ezra looked at her adoringly, his hand moving to run caressing fingers over her jaw and rub a thumb over her lips. "I've only ever had eyes for you too, cyar'ika."
She smiled like a tooka. "And that's how it should always be, got it? You're officially mine now.
Ezra gave her a lopsided cocky grin. "And I couldn't be happier about it, even if it's just for today."
She sobbed a laugh. "Oh, Ezra. You have no idea how much that means to me." Sabine grabbed the back of his head and kissed him quickly one more time, just because.
Ezra managed a better smile this time, heart feeling full to bursting at all the emotions filling him right now. "I love you, cyar'ika. Never forget it."
Sabine hugged him harder. "I love you too, Ez'ika. I always will."
She held him for as long as she could, until he finally pulled back a little and gazed at her with an apology in his eyes.
Ezra sighed in mournful contentment as the Force sent a little nudge of warning to the back of his mind. He finally had his wife in his arms and he had to let her go now. There was no more time for enjoying her curves pressed to his body. No more time for kisses and love. He'd just have to make do with what memories he'd just made. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and reluctantly pulled back from the full body embrace. "We need to go back now, Sabine. Time is running out."
Sabine reluctantly unwound her legs from around his waist and slid to the ground, forcing her slightly shaky legs to hold her up. They both looked at the mess smeared on their stomachs ruefully. "That's inconvenient," she commented wryly.
Ezra barked a laugh to cover up the embarrassment. "Sorry about that." He searched around until he spotted his utility belt with a triumphant smile. Sabine admired his rear end and gleaming copper skin that shone in the early morning light as he bent down and pulled a couple of tissues from a small pouch. He gallantly cleaned her up first before tending to himself.
As they got dressed again, Ezra spent most of his concentration on watching Sabine as she covered up her amazingly gorgeous body, committing every curve and muscle to memory for future dreams.
She continued to ogle him as she pulled on her armour, sighing over the fine specimen he had grown into. And he wasn't done yet, she was pretty sure. Despite being eighteen, Ezra still looked like he had a ways to go before fully maturing into a male in his prime. She couldn't wait to see that.
She, on the other hand, was quite finished. Her body had stopped growing in height when she was twelve and she'd only lightly curved up since then. That was eight years ago. She was resigned to being small in the chest department, but at least her hips curved nicely. Not that Ezra seemed to complain about her small boobs. In fact, he seemed to adore them. Just one more thing to love about him.
When they were both dressed and armoured again, they kissed softly one last time, hugging each other tight.
They walked back to camp after that, not speaking really, but sharing a multitude of loving glances. For what might be the last time, Ezra held the hand of his girl in a tender grip, arms swinging between them, fingers intertwined. It was a perfect way to end a perfect moment that ended all too soon as base camp appeared in front of them. With much regret, he let go of her hand. It was time to get back to the business of removing the Empire from his planet, and romance had no place in that, nor was it the time or place for them to finally admit to their relationship.
But if things were just a little different, Ezra was sure he'd announce to the entire galaxy that he, a lothrat, had won the heart of Sabine, the warrior goddess.
But things weren't different. Things were pretty awful, all things considered. With some sheer determination, a lot of help from his family, and a little help from the Force, Ezra just might be able to change all that.