(A/N)- Something a little different for you guys this time. This will be a small collection of Sabezra oneshots and shortfics that are of a... spicier nature, shall we say.
Most of these will probably be set Season Three/Season Four-ish, possibly afterwards. No real connective tissue or plot, updated whenever I get an idea. Just little snippets of the two being intimate in various fashions.
If that is to your liking, then I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: *grumbles* There is not enough Sabezra smut that I like, got to do EVERYthing myself around here.
Relief
They had intended to make for Sabine's room, but in their breathless rush, the adrenaline still too hot in their veins, blinded by the sheer relief that they were both still alive, they turned the other direction, stumbling into walls and tripping down the ladder until they staggered, like drunkards, into the room Erza shared with Zeb, falling onto the lower bunk in a tangle of grasping limbs.
His hands shook, and Sabine trembled as she yanked off her gloves, their mouths sealed desperately to each other's. Armor pieces clicked off. Clothes were flung to the floor in an inelegant pile. The back of his shirt still smoked from the blaster bolt. Her chestplate sported a significant dent, courtesy of the vibroblade shard still lodged in it.
Lucky shots, both of them, but too close, too near to his lungs, too uncomfortably aimed at her heart, and the narrow escape fueled their intimate frenzy now.
They had to hold each other. Touch each other. Feel each other's skin. Feel their breath, their heartbeat, everything. Reassure each other that they were both still there. Safe. Whole.
Alive.
Sabine's arms grasped his bare shoulders tightly as she rocked against him, both of them panting, pulse still racing from their escape, from the brush with death that powered their need for each other in this moment.
"Sabine..." Ezra rasped breathlessly, his nails tightening on her hips.
"Shh," she shushed him, even though the sound of his voice was like the sweet gasp of air after being submerged for too long.
She pressed herself tighter and tighter to him, tensing, teetering on the brink, then finally erupting with a white-hot flash of relief. She moaned, shuddering, whole body vibrating, and Ezra bit his lip and whimpered beneath her, feeling a cool rush flood through both their bodies.
Still panting hard, Sabine's locked muscles relaxed and she collapsed onto his chest like a puppet cut from its strings. Her forehead pressed against his collar, hair tickling his warm skin, and she reached up to rub at her eyes, erasing the wetness she hadn't even noticed was gathering there.
Ezra's arms came up around her, encircling her bare back. His blue eyes looked at her in concern as her breaths sounded more and more like choked sobs.
"Sabine," he whispered, tightening his embrace. "Sabine, it's okay."
Her nails scraped his skin as she clutched at him. "Don't... don't you ever..." she said between hitches. "...let a blaster bolt get that close to ripping through you again, Ezra Bridger," she finished with a stern warning.
A soft smile touched his lips. "Long as you promise to steer clear of mercenaries wielding vibroblades," he joked, running a hand up through her hair.
The tension easing out of her, she laid her head down on his breast. "No promises," she told him, feeling a grin creep its way onto her face.
(A/N)- Very short one, to start us off. They won't all be this brief, probably vary in length. See you next time, whenever that is!