A/N: This chapter is for francis1, my 2019 AO3 reward winner. They never answered my query as to what they wanted me to write for them, so I wrote a chapter for what I believe is their favourite story of mine based on the heart filled comments left on every single chapter. :D (All 100+ of them)

Also, there is a guest star in this first bit that is getting their own story line to add to this one, so don't worry that you won't see more of him any time soon. :D

Sabezra's Wedding Anniversary Adventures (part 1):

D26/10 ABY, Lothal

Ezra pulled the large family speeder up to the front of Sabine's art gallery in downtown Lothal and came to a careful stop so as not to unbalance the precariously stacked packages in the back. He waited for about thirty seconds for his wife and children to miraculously appear, glanced at the chronometer on the dashboard, and then jumped out of the speeder.

He strode through the automatic sliding doors, not surprised to see the gallery half-full with customers even though it was supposed to be closing for the day in ten minutes. Sabine, in a form hugging, navy blue business suit, was schmoozing it up with some rich looking, felinesque humanoid chick in one corner. And her two salespeople, Sira and Derrik, were making a valid attempt at dealing with the rest of the customers, trying to wrap up sales as they discussed various painting on the walls.

Ezra's already faint hope that they would actually make it to their dinner reservation on time for once floated away on a puff of resigned air. Nevertheless, he continued on as if the fickle hands of fate might actually intervene and make it so the rest of the evening flowed smoothly. Ha.

He waved at his wife when she glanced at him with a fleeting smile, and then continued on towards the back of the gallery and the stairs that led up to the next floor where Sabine's secondary studio and the offices were.

Ezra almost stopped at the unused office that was now doubling as a playroom for his children, but he didn't sense them in there. Instead, their bright little signatures were coming from the big room at the end of the hallway. Poodoo.

They were in Sabine's studio.

Swallowing down the dread that was building rapidly in his throat, Ezra picked up the pace.

He hit the door release on the run with a flick of his hand, skidding to a stop just inside the room. "Karabast," he muttered under his breath as the damage became rapidly apparent, eyes practically bugging out of his head. Sabine is going to have a nerf!

The floors were covered in a rainbow of paint. Chopper was covered in a rainbow of paint. The children were covered in a rainbow of paint. But worst of all, some of the finished paintings that had been left leaning against the wall had been 'added' to in a rainbow of paint.

"Daddy! You're back!" Caleb basically squealed in happiness when he saw him. That is, until his four and two thirds year old son remembered that he'd been told to never come into Mommy's studio unless an actual adult was with him.

Chopper did not count as an adult, no matter what the antique, pain in the ass droid said.

My own fault for trusting the tin can to babysit.

Caleb was a lot more tentative as he walked up to Ezra and hugged his leg, covering his trousers in a wet rainbow of paint as well. "Look, Daddy, we made Chopper match Mommy's armour."

Ezra took a long time to inhale and exhale. Then he reached down and rubbed a gentle hand over Caleb's messy dark brown hair. "I see that. He looks very pretty."

Chopper raised a manipulator at him.

Serves you right, for letting them in here, you little fragger.

But Ezra kept that to himself for now. He'd yell at the astromech later, when the children weren't present to overhear.

"I take it you thought that making yourselves, and the floor, and some of Mommy's paintings look like her armour as well was the thing to do?"

Caleb ducked his head and hid his face against his leg, finally getting it that maybe this wasn't as good an idea as he'd first thought. "Maybe?" he mumbled as his two year old sister finally noticed Ezra and came toddling over as fast her short little legs could carry her.

"Dadda!" she cried, a huge smile on her paint covered face and three or four paint brushes gripped fiercely in each of her little hands.

Ezra sighed softly and then chuckled, because, what else could he do? "Maybe not. Cause now I'm going to have throw you lot in the ocean to wash you off," he mock threatened, scooping Mira off the floor and tossing her up in the air as she squealed with giddy happiness.

Caleb looked up from his hiding spot, a slow smile spreading as he sensed that Ezra wasn't mad. "Really? Can we really go swimming too?"

Ezra shook his head, still chuckling as he plucked the paintbrushes out of Mira's hands and tossing them into the chaos before she poked him in the eye with one. "No, squirt. We don't have time. Remember it's Mommy and Daddy's anniversary today. You're supposed to spend the evening with Grandma."

Caleb's face fell and then brightened again. "Maybe Grandma will take us to the ocean!"

Ezra hugged Mira to his chest and she wrapped her painted arms around his neck, babbling, "Shen, shen, shen!" in agreement.

He smiled. "You can ask her. Just don't be disappointed if she says no. It's still a little cold yet for Grandma to want to go swimming. You know her lekku don't like cold water."

Caleb sighed hard enough to shake his entire little body, but he bravely just said, "Okay."

Ezra ruffled his hair again, thankful that the brown locks, at least, had escaped the painting disaster. "That's my good boy."

"Goo boi," Mira parroted.

Caleb grinned.

Ezra shook his head mentally at the room once more, knowing he didn't have time to deal with the mess right now.

But someone else did.

"Come on, bud. We have to go," he said as he turned and walked out of the room, Caleb thankfully following behind.

Chopper rolled after them, but Ezra turned and blocked his exit. "Not you. You let the kids in here, you can clean up all the painting things and the floor."

"What?!" Chopper beeped back indignantly. "I'm not a kriffing housekeeping droid!"

Ezra 'nudged' him back with the toe of his boot. "You are now. And you can make your own way back to Spectre House when you're done and explain to Hera why you're not with us."

Then Ezra closed the door quickly before Chopper's inevitable foul reply could sully the children's ears.

He made for their playroom and set Caleb to cleaning up their toys while Ezra packed up their things that should go back home with them into a backpack. Mira clung to his neck and back like a monkey the whole time, giggling in his ear as he made jokes about how heavy she was and how she was going to make him fall over.

Caleb thought that was a fun game, so as soon as he was done with his rapid cleanup, he jumped on Ezra's back too, after mentally telling his sister to shove over a bit. Ezra staggered under the new weight, no longer pretending quite so much. "Stars, you two must have the combined weight of Silver!" (The alpha lothwolf.)

Caleb and Mira giggled madly as Ezra stumbled back and forth out of the room, nearly bent all the way over and dragging the backpack. "Come on, Daddy! You can do it!" Caleb encouraged, kicking his sides with his little boots.

Ezra grunted, but grinned nonetheless as he kept up the act. He'd never tire of hearing himself be called Daddy. His children meant the galaxy to him, as equally entrenched in his heart as Sabine was. And there was nothing they could do that would ever remove them from that coveted spot.

Including riding him like a nerf.

They met Sabine at the top of the stairs.

She grinned at them for only a moment before what she was actually looking at registered.

Sabine stared incredulously at her rainbow paint covered children riding her husband, who had already managed to transfer a good deal of it onto Ezra's casual tunic and trousers, And then her wide gaze darted down the hallway were a very incriminating set of small footprints led from her studio. "My paintings?!"

Ezra winced and answered her unspoken thought, touching her arm consolingly after he'd talked his abused spine into straightening up a bit. "Yeah… Some of them are going to need to be fixed a bit. Some of them might be a write-off. I'm sorry, cyar'ika."

The kids whimpered, sensing her sorrow and anger, arms tightening around his neck uncomfortably.

Sabine looked at her family and her priorities immediately rearranged in her mind. She sucked in a breath and tucked her temper back into an imaginary box, putting a hand on each of the children to let them know she wasn't mad at them. Then she very calmly and deliberately asked, "Where is Chopper? He was watching the kids when I went down to meet with that Zyggerian Princess who'd booked a personal showing with me."

Ezra flicked a look over his shoulder, towards the studio, but only saw Mira's cute little face, big amber eyes dominating. He shot her a wink and received a wide, toothy grin in return. "I left the very prettily coloured menace in there to clean up the mess he let happen."

Sabine raised a navy blue eyebrow, which matched the navy ends on her platinum blonde dyed hair, piled on top of her head in a deliberately messy twist. "Good." She narrowed her eyes fractionally as a rather scary smile crossed her lips. She squeezed Ezra's upper arm affectionately as she said, "You go load up the kids into the speeder. I'll be right down." And then she literally stalked towards her studio, radiating displeasure.

Ezra turned and watched her sexy little form for a few steps, smirking. It's about time that kriffing droid got yelled at by one of the females around here. He was admittedly a little turned on by the thought and how incredible her ass looked in that suit.

Mentally smacking himself back into the here and now, Ezra tucked his arms behind his back, pack dangling off a forearm, to help support the kids, saying, "Hang on tight," and then marched carefully down the stairs.

When he got down to the main gallery, he found all but one of the customers gone, and they were in the process of making a purchase at the desk with the blue Rodian girl, Sira.

And Derrik, an ex stormtrooper, believe it or not, was at the door, attempting to tell a heavily armed Mandalorian covered in silver armour from head to thighs that the gallery was closed for the day and to come back tomorrow.

Ezra could literally feel the irritation coming off the Mando. He came to a stop as his children's arms tightened around his neck, their signatures spiking with alarm. "Easy," he thought to them. "It doesn't feel like he's here to hurt anyone."

They settled and Ezra returned his attention to the show at the door, curious to see what would happen next.

"But I am looking for a Sabine Wren, and this is her art gallery, is it not?" the Mando said in a lethally quiet voice via the speakers on his helmet.

"Umm, yes. Yes it is," Derrik stuttered.

"Is she here?"

"Ye-eee-es?"

"Good. Then I will see her." The Mandalorian warrior casually pushed Derrik out of the way and strode a few steps into the gallery. His helmeted head turned from side to side as he took in the beautiful paintings on the walls and square pillars, skimmed over Sira and the customer, who'd both frozen in fear, and then settled on Ezra.

Ezra couldn't decide whether or not the Mando was sizing him up for dinner, or just curious about his current painted state with two children hanging off his back, heads tucked over his shoulders as they examined the new man with big eyes.

Either way, it felt best to keep him happy.

"Much Force," Caleb whispered in his mind.

"I know. I sense it too," Ezra mind whispered back.

Ezra stepped forward, bouncing his kids up higher to take some of the pressure off his neck, smiling benignly. "My wife will be down in a minute. Can I offer you some refreshment while we wait?"

"No, thank you," the Mando answered politely.

At that moment, a little green creature with long pointy ears and massive brown eyes popped his head up from behind the Mando's shoulder, gurgling in delight and reaching towards Ezra with a tiny, three fingered hand.

Ezra nearly died of shock.

It wasn't the Mando who was radiating a strong Force signature; it was the little green child.

Who looked and felt way too much like Master Yoda for comfort.

"Who? What? How?" Ezra stuttered out.

The Mando tilted his helmeted head and then reached behind him, bringing the green child out from under his cape and tucking him into the crook of an arm. "Do you know what this is? I was told that if I found Sabine Wren, she could direct me to its people. I've been looking for months, and your wife is the only lead I've come up with so far."

Ezra snapped his gaping mouth closed, vaguely registering the sound of Sabine's footsteps on the stairs behind him. "Ummmm. Yes and no. I have no idea what that species is called or where its home planet is. But I do know that you've brought it to the right place."

The Mando looked at him skeptically. (Ezra felt it more than saw it, but his helmet was astonishingly expressive.) "And where is that?"

Ezra beamed as Sabine stepped up beside him, curiosity radiating down their bond from her. "Why, to the home of the New Jedi Order, of course."

"The enemy!" The Mando's hand went instantly to his blaster.

Sabine stepped in front of Ezra, shielding him and her children. Ezra stepped to the side and parked himself beside her again. She shot him a look which he happily ignored. "The Jedi are not our enemy anymore, brother warrior," she said calmly in Mando'a.

His helmet seemed to stare blaster bolts at her. "What right do you have to address me so? You don't wear the armour," he answered in the same language.

Sabine's eyebrows rose. "I don't have to wear my armour every second to still be a Mandalorian," she said, switching back to Basic. "Trust me when I say that I consider myself to be a Mando in good standing with our Code."

"That is not The Way that I know."

"Really?"

"Really. A good Mando never takes off his armour or helmet in the presence of others. We do not tell our names. We live and die by our honour."

Okay. We've got a weird one, Sabine thought loud enough for Ezra and the kids to pick up on it, inspiring a snigger or two. She shot them another look, telling them to shut it. "Right. Well, that is not the way of most Mandalorians as far as I know, including my cousin, The Mand'alor, Bo-Katan Kryze. If she can take off her helmet then I'm sure you can too."

Ezra could feel how floored the warrior was by Sabine's words. He radiated shock.

"You lie."

"I do not. On the lives of my family, I swear I do not."

"I have been taught wrongly?"

"I'm afraid you have."

"Shabla haran."

"Accurate, but perhaps you could refrain from swearing in front of my children? They're much too good at picking those up," Sabine chided gently.

The Mando nodded stiffly, now staring down at the green child in his arm, who was looking back at him as if there wasn't a helmet between them. "Sorry. This one has yet to speak, so I don't think of that."

"Speaking of your, um, child," Sabine said tentatively. "I take it you are looking for a place that it belongs?"

The Mando looked back at Sabine. "Yes. He was a bounty I was hired to acquire for some Imperial scumbags last year, to perform experiments on as far as I could tell. I stole him back and I have been looking for his place ever since. He is now my clan. My only clan."

The green child hugged the Mando's neck as if he understood the words, which Ezra was fairly certain he did, whether he could talk yet or not. His own children had been mentally way ahead of their actual ability to speak as well.

Sabine admired the beautiful craftsmanship on the Mando's beskar armour, the mudhorn sigil on his shoulder pauldron coming into sight as the Mando automatically hugged his ward back. "I can see that, as I have never heard of the Mudhorn Clan."

Ezra put himself in the conversation again. "I can assure you that your child is in the right place. And you are more than welcome to stay here as well. Many of the Jedi younglings' parents are also part of our community."

"How do I know that you do not lie?"

Ezra didn't blame him for his caution. He'd do the same if it was his own kids he was looking for a new home for. (Not that he'd ever be doing that, but still…) "Has your child ever shown any… strange powers?"

The Mando looked at him, broadcasting caution and a hint of fear. "And if I said that he did? Would you experiment on him too?"

Ezra shook his head firmly. "We do not do that. We would teach him how to control his powers and use them for the good of the galaxy. That is what we do."

"Control is not an issue," The Mando said, relaxing, and a hint of humour leaking into his tone. "He has done many amazing things that I would call very much on purpose and has saved my life on numerous occasions with them."

Sabine and Ezra exchanged slightly amazed looks. Their own kids were highly talented, but he could hardly say that their uses of the Force had ever really been consciously done on purpose when they were as young as the green child. Caleb had only just started to learn to control and focus his power after he turned three.

"Wow. All right. He'd be with others like him, at least, and isn't that what you were looking for?"

"It is. But I still want proof that you are the same thing that he is, disregarding species."

Ezra nodded once. "As you wish." He smirked slightly as he held out a hand and picked up the Mando with the Force until he floated about a metre above the floor. The Mando flailed for a moment and then stilled, the baby chortling with glee.

"You show em, Dad!" Caleb hooted in his ear.

"Is that sufficient?" Ezra asked the Mando.

"Yes. Please put me down."

Ezra did, letting his feet touch the floor gently before releasing his hold on his signature.

The Mando sucked in a breath before visibly shuddering once. "Please don't ever do that again."

"I won't," Ezra reassured. "As long as you never threaten my family, that is."

"Not a problem. I would never harm a child."

"Then we'll get along just fine." Ezra stuck his hand out. "My name is Ezra. Ezra Bridger, Jedi Master."

The Mando grasped his forearm. "And I am… Din. Din Djarin of Clan Mudhorn. It is nice to meet you Ezra."

Ezra smiled widely, then looked sideways at his wife. "I'm sure you've already figured out that this is Sabine. Of the Wren Clan of House Vizsla, as she likes to add on formal occasions." The two exchanged respectful nods. "And these are our children, Caleb and Mira."

The kids wiggled their fingers from over Ezra's shoulders. "Hi!"

The green child copied them, smiling widely, his big brown eyes sparkling.

Din looked down at his own kid, love flowing between them. "And this one is…"

Ezra rudely interrupted him when he happened to see the time on a big wall clock. "Karabast! Sabine. We might as well cancel our reservations. We'll never make it now."

Sabine looked at the clock as well and sighed. "You're right." Shrugging off their missed anniversary dinner, she smiled at Din. "Come on, we'll take you on a tour of the school and the housing facilities, and you can meet some of the other members of the Order." She glanced at Ezra. "You can comm the restaurant while I drive us."

"Sure, Sab'ika."

Ezra picked up the backpack that he'd dropped at some point, hitched his kids up higher again, and followed his wife and the other Mando out the door, waving goodbye to Sira, Derrik, and the poor, shocked looking customer as he left.

"Sorry, I missed what your child is called, thanks to Ezra," Sabine was saying as he made it out into the outside world, seeing them walking for their speeder.

"No problem. His name is…"

Ezra missed it again as a rainbow painted Chopper literally came flying out the door behind him, beeping, "Wait for me! Wait for me! I don't want to roll all the way home!"

D26/11 ABY, Lothal

Ezra settled in his chair at the beautifully set, private table for two tucked in a corner with a happy sigh as the Maitre D' wandered off to seat the next group of patrons.

Sabine laughed softly from her own chair across the small table, fairly certain she knew why her husband was beaming like an idiot. She reached across the table and was instantly rewarded with his hand coming up to hold hers. "It's nice to actually make our reservation on time, isn't it?"

Ezra squeezed her fingers, smiling even wider. "It is! I wasn't even sure it was possible anymore at this point. Not only are we here on time, we're actually here! And with you looking absolutely stunning in that dress, I feel like the luckiest male in the galaxy. I can't wait to go dancing with you later and show you off!"

Sabine glanced down at the bronze spaghetti strap dress that she'd dug out of her closet for the first time in ten years, ecstatic that it still fit, if a bit tighter in the chest area. "Thank you, Ez'ika. But it's I who's going to be showing off their partner. You look very drool worthy in that tux. I almost didn't let you out of our bedroom."

Ezra smirked, deliberating flicking his gaze down to the exposed skin of her chest that was currently pushing the boundaries of decency. "Ditto. But I was determined to make it here on time for the first time ever."

"Maybe we could skip the dancing and go straight home after this?"

Ezra chuckled, knowing she wasn't fond of dancing in public, but she'd promised him, and he wasn't letting her out of it that easy, no matter how much his libido would agree with the idea. "Nope. We're going to dance for at least twenty minutes, just so that I can say that we did."

"Fine." She pouted, making him want to kiss her then and there.

Ezra scooted his chair around the edge of the table so he was beside her instead of across from her. Then he leaned over and whispered in her ear, "You can think of it as twenty minutes of vertical warmup in preparation for the horizontal dancing that will take place later, if that helps. It certainly will be for me."

Sabine sucked in a breath as his words inspired a flutter of desire in her core. "Kriff, Ez, when you put it like that."

He pressed a kiss to her jaw, just in front of her ear. "Thought that might help."

"Mmmmm." Sabine's eyes fell closed and she gripped his hand tighter, seriously tempted to move their joined hands under the table and into his lap.

He was still nibbling shiver worthy kisses to her jaw when a loudly cleared throat startled them into parting.

"Yes?" Ezra asked the blushing teenager standing by their table.

He flushed darker, but kept his dignity. "Are you ready to order yet, Sir?"

Ezra smiled ruefully. "Sorry. We haven't even looked at the menus yet. Give us five more minutes?"

The boy nodded. "Not a problem, Sir."

"Thank you."

And with that, the waiter scampered off to check on another table.

Ezra and Sabine looked at each other and laughed.

"I guess we better get serious," she said, letting go of Ezra's hand and picking up her menu. "I wonder if anything's changed on here in the last two years."

"Hmmmmm," Ezra scanned his own menu. "I heard they got a new Head Chef, so I expect so."

"Oooooo. This pasta and lothshrimp dish is new. I might try that."

"Whatever you want, cyar'ika."

Half an hour later, they'd taken exactly one bite each of their main course, with accompanying moans of delight, when the comm unit in Ezra's pocket chimed.

Feeling a sudden sense of worry, Ezra, put down his knife and fork, which had his next bite of nerf steak already impaled on it. Then he quickly pulled out the comm and answered it.

A rather frantic looking image of Rowan popped up. "Ezra, stars, I'm so sorry! But I've lost Caleb!" The brown haired young Knight looked about ready to cry and flagellate himself at the same time.

"What do you mean you've lost Caleb?!" Sabine all but screeched, drawing stares from the other patrons.

"I… I… Put…" Rowan gulped.

Ezra shot Sabine a look, telling her to be quiet. They'd never get answers if his former Padawan was too afraid to talk. (Sabine had always had the ability to make the poor boy lose his powers of speech for reasons ranging from worshipful awe to understandable fear.) "Easy, Rowan. Just breathe for a second and then start from the beginning."

"Kay," he squeaked.

While Rowan was pulling himself together, Ezra closed his eyes and reached for his son. "Caleb? CALEB?!"

For a moment, Ezra was afraid that something terrible had actually happened to his son, because Caleb didn't answer right away, and he always did. But then he was reassured by the simple fact that their bond was still there, if much fainter than normal.

He grabbed Sabine's hand off of his forearm, where she was doing a credible job of leaving permanent bruises. "Easy, Sab'ika. Caleb's still alive. We'll find him."

She relaxed.

Slightly.

Rowan looked like he was ready to talk, so Ezra turned his focus back to the little hologram. "You good now?"

He nodded. "Enough."

"So what happened?"

"I left Caleb outside playing with the Lothwolves while I put Mira to bed. I didn't think it would be a problem; they're fiercely protective of your kids, as you know, and he plays with them all the time."

"No, you're right, that was fine. I've left him with them for a few minutes myself many times. So then what?"

"When I went back outside, they were gone. All of them. No Caleb. No wolves."

"Karabast." Sabine was squeezing his hand to the point of breaking again and she was practically vibrating with anxiety. "I'm thinking those snarky wolves took him for a ride somewhere." Please not to the World Between Worlds. Please.

"Yeah."

"Okay. We're coming home right now. The good news is that I can still feel Caleb, he's just very, very far away or something. We'll give it an hour and see if they bring him back on their own. If not, we'll start tracking him through the Force. Jacen can probably find him in less than a minute."

Rowan looked incredibly relieved to have a plan of attack to follow. "Okay. Good. That's good. Maybe I should just go get Jacen now? He's only on the other side of the mansion, after all."

"No. No. Let's not worry Hera just yet."

"All right."

"We'll be there as soon as possible. Just keep an eye on Mira so she doesn't panic, and keep checking out the window for the return of the wolves."

"Okay. I can do that."

"Thank you, Rowan."

"Don't thank me. I lost Caleb."

"I'm sure it could have happened to any of us."

"If you say so."

"I do."

Ezra hung up before Rowan could say anything else. He looked up to see their waiter holding a couple of empty take out boxes.

"I couldn't help but overhear. I'm sorry that your son is missing. Management says your meals are on the house and if you come back again for next year's anniversary, those meals will be free as well."

Ezra blinked at the young man. "Thank you. Tell everyone thank you."

They made quick work of transferring their dinner into the containers and then they were rushing out of the tower top restaurant to solemn wishes of good luck from almost everyone they passed. (The joys of being local celebrities.)

Ezra and Sabine were just jumping into their speeder when his comm chimed again with a different tone, signalling a long-range transmission being automatically rerouted.

He flicked it on and found himself looking at a very amused Togruta and a very excited Caleb.

"Ahsoka!"

Sabine literally sagged against his side with relief, hugging his waist tightly. He wrapped his free arm around her shoulders, hugging her back.

"Hey Ezra. Sabine. Sooooo, guess who just popped out of thin air at my Cerulian house?"

Ezra raised an eyebrow at his son. "I can take a guess."

"Dad! Guess what?"

"What?"

"I told the Lothwolves that I really really really wanted to see Minxha, and they took me for a ride to this really cool place with like a trillion portals, and they parked me in front of one that led to Auntie Soka's living room, and I walked through it, and boom! I was here!"

Stars. At least he didn't end up in a different time.

"That's all very fantastic, Caleb. But I'm going to have to tell the wolves to never do that for you again. Portal travel is just too unpredictable and dangerous."

"Oh. Okay. I guess flying by ship to Cerulia isn't that awful."

"No. It's not. You might as well go play with Minxha, since you're there. It'll take a day or so, but we'll be there soon to get you."

"Okay!" Caleb's image disappeared, leaving just Ahsoka.

"So," she said, looking at their fancy outfits. "I take it yet another anniversary has been interrupted?"

Sabine huffed. "You take it correctly. But in this case, I don't think I mind too much; Ezra was going to make me dance in public."

Ahsoka laughed. "Oh, the horror. Don't worry about Caleb. We'll take care of him until you get here. Our plan of gradually separating them for a couple of weeks at a time by changing our schedules didn't work out quite the way we thought, did it?"

Ezra shook his head ruefully. "No. It didn't." He sighed. "At least he's safe. Rowan nearly panicked himself into a serious case of hyperventilation when he lost Caleb. I need to call him and let him know that Caleb's fine before he paces a rut into my floor."

"All right. See you tomorrow."

"Yep."

D26/12 ABY, Hosnian Prime

Sabine felt like she was floating on clouds as her dashing husband in a royal blue suit swept her around the crowded ballroom.

Their steps might not be entirely accurate, but Ezra was graceful enough when he wanted to be to wing it with the best of them. And Sabine was quite content to follow his lead.

"Not sure how this worked out, but you've got me dancing on our anniversary again," Sabine said with an amused smile as her voluminous gold skirts flared out around her legs as they made another turn.

Ezra grinned like he'd just stolen all of the secrets of the galaxy. "Hmmmmm, I may have accepted the invitation to talk before the Senate as a representative of the New Jedi Order because I knew there would be a ball held conveniently on the evening of our wedding anniversary."

"You didn't."

"I did."

"Ezra."

"Hey. It's a whole week away from the children, eating free food, and taking in all of the wondrous sights the planet has to offer, including a ton of art galleries; you have nothing to complain about."

Sabine laughed, resting her head on his broad shoulder as they glided along with the other couples. "I was just teasing you, Ez'ika. I happen to be adoring our holiday."

He kissed the top of her blue and gold dyed pile of hair, squeezing the slender fingers of the hand he held up against his chest. "I knew you were, my beautiful cyar'ika."

"Then why say it?"

"Because I still can't believe it actually happened."

Sabine laughed like a bell, inspiring Ezra to lift her up by the waist and twirl her around so that her gold skirts floated around them like a dream.

Half an hour later, after saying their goodbyes to Leia and Han, the only people they knew at the ball, Sabine and Ezra were riding a turbolift up to their hotel room, and Sabine was feeling HOT.

As in, want to attack her husband and have her wicked way with him then and there hot.

So she did.

Only nine floors away from their destination, the last person got out of the once crowded lift, leaving them very much alone. Sabine hit the emergency stop button halfway to the next floor, stopping the lift dead in its tracks.

Ezra, who'd been the recipient of her lewd thoughts and sneakily wandering hands for the first forty-three floors of the lift ride, had zero issues with her plan. As she pushed him up against a wall with a hard thump and attacked his beautifully tied cravat with desperate fingers, he buried his fingers in her hair, sending pins flying everywhere, and tilted her head back so he could give her an open mouthed kiss of sheer desire.

Their tongues tangled madly and she nearly choked him to death trying to undo his neckcloth without looking. Ezra honestly didn't give a flying frag. His wife had looked like a goddess once again in her low-cut gown and he'd been riding a contained thrum of desire for her for hours. Now she wanted him too and there wasn't a power in the galaxy that could stop him from indulging in their mutual need.

Sabine finally won the war with his cravat, tearing it and her mouth off of him at the same time. She panted, eyes heavy lidded with desire as she went to work on the buttons of his high-collared white shirt. "You were right about dancing being like foreplay, Ez. Any longer on the floor and I would have jumped you in the ballroom right in front of everyone."

Ezra smiled ferally, and then bent over enough to nibble on her elegant neck as his hands dove into the neckline of her dress. "I know. That's why we left." He groaned in bliss when he discovered that she wasn't wearing anything under the stiff bodice of her dress.

"Oh. Good." Sabine stood on her toes and sucked on his neck too, in that spot where it met his shoulder, which she'd been wanting to bite for what felt like an eternity. Her fingers got busy with the buttons on the front of his trouser placket, releasing his straining length into her eager hands in only moments.

Ezra gasped and whined, his hands full of soft breasts and his mouth making for them as he licked and kissed his way down a collar bone.

Sabine had better ideas.

She bit the spot she'd been sucking on to get his attention. "I want you in me. NOW!" she demanded in a throaty whisper.

Ezra's head snapped up and he looked at her with desire blown pupils overtaking his sapphire blue irises. "Yes, ma'am!"

His hands came out of her bodice and immediately started gathering her ridiculously thick skirts up and out of the way on his forearms, grasping her surprisingly naked rear end in the process. "Sabine! You're not wearing any underwear at all!"

She returned his feral smile of earlier and jumped up onto his hips, arms wrapping around his neck and her legs around his waist. "When I couldn't make a bra work with the dress, I decided to just be flat out wicked."

Ezra automatically adjusted his stance to brace his shoulders against the wall and spread his feet for better traction. Her slippery heat was pressed against his shaft, coating him in her juices as she rubbed against him like a tooka in heat. "Kriff. You'll never hear me complaining."

He adjusted his hold on her ass to lift her a bit so that he could line up with her entrance, and then he was surging inside to the most perfect heaven imaginable.

"Yes!" Sabine hissed, grabbing his hair, pulling much of it out of the black ribboned tail at the nape of his neck. She kissed him furiously, their pelvises all but slamming together as he thrust up and she squeezed and released her grip on his hips with her thighs. "Yes. Yes. Yes!" she moaned between kisses.

Ezra had lost the ability to form actual speech, only accenting her yeses with caveman-like grunts.

Sabine lasted for maybe a minute before the heated passion accumulated into a clenching of her core that built and built until she all but shattered into a thousand pieces of ecstatic Mandalorian.

Ezra was only half a dozen pumps behind her, her spasming channel too much to resist in his current mindless state.

They panted and gasped and kissed whatever bit of skin their faces happened to be beside as the lingering aftershocks of completion worked their way through their bodies. They came to a rest with foreheads pressed together and eyes exchanging all of the love words that their suddenly exhausted bodies couldn't form the energy to actually speak.

Eventually, Sabine felt revitalized enough to slide her legs down and use her own dainty shoe encased feet to hold her up.

She very helpfully tucked Ezra's deflating length back into his trousers for him, since he looked half dead still, if you didn't count the worshipful look in his eyes, that is. Then she did his trouser buttons back up and most of the ones on his shirt too. "You know," she said conversationally as she worked. "I might not have any articles of clothing to put back to rights, but I still hate wearing dresses."

"But you look so good in them," Ezra rasped, hand rising to brush over her cheek.

"I'm glad you appreciate it, because you're the only reason I would ever wear one of these things willingly." She stretched up and kissed his jaw softly. "And you know what else?"

"What's that?"

"Not wearing absorbent underwear was a terrible idea. My thighs are starting to stick together." Her voice was perfectly matter-of-fact.

Ezra guffawed.

Sabine huffed and parked her hands on her hips.

"Stars, Sabie. I'm sorry. I shouldn't laugh, but Force, the way you said that…" He tugged her back into his chest and kissed her sweetly by way of apology. "We'll get you cleaned up as soon as we get to our room. How does a nice bath sound?"

"Hmmmmmm," she purred, fingers kneading into his chest muscles contentedly. "It sounds wonderful, as long as you're in it with me."

"I wasn't planning on being anywhere else."

"Good."

He waved a hand at the controls of the lift, setting them off and up again, and then tilted his head down for more sweet kisses.

Both of them looked up in surprise when the lift stopped at the very next floor only a couple of seconds later.

The doors opened, revealing two police droids doing their best to frown at them with their expressionless faces and a small crowd of curious hotel staff and guests behind them. The droids stepped into the lift, closed the door, and then one said, "You are under arrest for inappropriate use of, and appropriation of, a public turbolift. Please turn around and present your hands for restraining."

Sabine and Ezra looked at each other, incredulous. Then their eyes darted upwards and around and they saw the tiny red lights in two corners of the lift that indicated surveillance cameras.

"Kriff," he muttered and turned around, holding his hands behind his back. "Better we just do as they ask and pay the penalty than to make a bigger scene. We'll never hear the end of it if this makes it into the news," he thought clearly to her.

Sabine huffed but turned around as well, growling as she felt binders click over her wrists. "It's a good thing I don't want this kind of publicity for us, Ez, or I'd say to hell with being good. I'm seriously itching to kill myself some droids right now like it's the Clone Wars all over again."

"Sorry, cyar'ika."

She shot him a look as the lift started descending and one of the droids started listing their rights, which she basically tuned out, since thinking thoughts loud enough for her Jedi husband to catch was much more fun. "You know, something like this was bound to happen."

"Why is that?"

"Because it's the first time we're celebrating a THIRTEENTH anniversary of any kind."

"Well… Shab."

Sabine giggled. "We already did that."

Ezra chuckled softly under his breath. "And did we ever."