Make Out Perspectives:

Sabine had known for a few years now that being in Ezra's vicinity had a tendency to lift her spirits, but she hadn't realized quite how good he was for her until the last twenty-four hours. All she needed was a few seconds in his company, a squeeze from his strong and capable fingers where their hands intertwined, and that smile he was giving her that reminded her of a happy puppy, and her worries and guilt faded away like clouds after the rain. And, in what she was starting to realize was her new normal, touching him was doing funny things to her insides. She swore her heart was melting and skipping beats, her stomach had taken to doing flips, and her nerve endings had been electrified as she got lost in his twinkling blue eyes.

She didn't know how long she'd been standing in the doorway, making eyes with Ezra, but her father's loud and pointed clearing of his throat made it clear that time had dragged on into the embarrassing. At least she wasn't the only one that jumped.

Without letting go of Ezra's hand, Sabine turned and looked at her father, who had the biggest smirk ever twitching on his lips. "Yes?" she said just a hair more curtly than polite. His mouth somehow twitched a little higher. At least he's getting some enjoyment out of my new relationship as well, even if it is at my expense, she thought with a mental eye roll.

"I'm going to talk to Bo about what we're doing next. You two should be there as well, but if you need a few minutes to… confer…" Sabine felt her cheeks heat and heard Ezra groan under his breath when her father actually winked. "…then take them, but if I don't see you at our table in ten minutes, I'm coming back for you," he teased, with an undercurrent of dead-seriousness as he sidled past Ezra and started walking backwards.

"Dad!" she protested, blushing harder. Ezra was also changing colours, so at least she wasn't alone in that either.

"What?" Alrich said innocently, still backing down the hallway. "I'm just helping you with your determination to not have any early mistakes."

Her eyes widened and she sucked in a breath as she realized what he was talking about. Ezra just looked confused, thank kriff. "DAD!" she all but yelled, seriously tempted to throw her helmet at him. "What the hells?! I'm not a naïve twelve year old anymore, geez."

"Really?" her father was seriously pushing it with the teasing. "Could have fooled me with all the lovesick sighing and goo-goo eyes I've observed lately."

Sabine growled and actually did chuck her helmet at him. The sniggering nerfherder masquerading as her sire caught it and kept it, tucking it under his own arm, then turned and all but bolted down the corridor. Whatever. He can have it… for now. "We're both adults!" she called to his retreating back. "And we're not going to do anything you'd disapprove of anyway!" the last was yelled just as he disappeared behind the closing door to the cargo hold.

Sabine huffed, crossing her arms over her chestplate (pulling her hand from Ezra's to do it), stuck somewhere between peeved and reluctantly amused. It jumped up to totally amused when she looked at her new boyfriend, who was some managing to look mortified, absolutely heart-broken, and entertained all at once.

"We're not?" Ezra said, only half in jest, hoping to tease her into doing whatever naughty things she could come up with for the next ten minutes. He pouted a little, making his lower lip tremble and his eyes go all wide and pleading, but sparking with mirth at the same time.

Watching Sabine and her father interact had been something else. He liked the man, really, but his sense of humour was almost outrageous. Alrich Wren was having way too much fun at Sabine's expense and Ezra didn't like to see her unhappy. So he figured it was his job to put her back in a good mood again.

And if that meant suffering - Haha. Not! - through another blissful make out session… then at least no one could accuse him of not doing his duty.

His beaten puppy face worked – and had for as long as he could remember – since Sabine's expression transformed from pissed to contemplative in about two seconds flat.

She eyeballed him up and down in assessment, prompting Ezra to stand a little straighter and puff out his chest, trying to look as impressive as possible. "Hmmmm," the minx teased, apparently inheriting her sense of humour from her father. "I might be persuaded to grant a peck to the cheek for a fine specimen such as yourself."

He puffed up a little bigger with pride at being called fine. "I'll take that. What do I need to do to earn such an honour from the galaxy's most beautiful and intelligent warrior goddess?"

Sabine laughed softly, putting one of her strong little hands on his chest. His heart thumped up to meet it. "A compliment like that is enough, methinks." And then she kissed him on the cheek, as promised, promptly followed by a shove that had him stumbling back into the corner where hallway met cockpit wall.

Ezra's back hit the corner hard and his breath exhaled on a whoosh! And then she was on him, basically climbing onto his waist and kissing him like she wanted to suck out what was left of the air in his lungs.

Ezra, being the self-sacrificing person that he was (sort of), let her, even encouraging her attentions by wrapping his arms around her waist and under her rear end to hold her even closer as he kissed her back.

When she finally succeeded in making him see fireworks behind his eyes, Sabine pulled back a bit. He panted in much needed air as she wrapped her arms more firmly around his neck and smirked at him. "There was never any question that we were going to do just this the second we were alone, you know that right?"

"Oh, I know," Ezra smirked back as he shifted so his hands were cupping her perfect ass, all toned and round and just the right amount of flesh to overfill his hands, and then he used the leverage to rub his pelvis against hers.

Her breath caught. He grew even harder. Her eyes dilated. His heart pounded and even more blood evacuated the top half of his body.

"We are very, very bad," she whispered, leaning forward again to kiss and nibble on his jaw.

"Most definitely," he whispered back, nuzzling into the sweet spot behind her ear. "Your father would probably throw a pail of ice water on us or something if he saw."

Sabine giggled, tickling lips still pressed to his skin as well. "Possibly." And then she grasped his head to line their mouths back up again. She gently bit his bottom lip and then demanded entry into his mouth.

Ezra opened willingly and their tongues immediately got tangled together as they fought for dominance. He found himself kneading the supple flesh under his hands through her bodysuit, wishing that he could magically poof their layers of clothing into nothingness. Now THAT would be a handy Force power to have.

Sabine pulled her lips away from his, her hands still holding the back of his head tightly, and stared very seriously into his eyes as the most random thing came out of her mouth. "You need to grow your hair out again," she said between shuddering gasps.

Ezra's brows rose in surprise. I thought she said she liked my hair short. Made me look older or something. Females really are fickle and impossible to understand creatures, as Kanan once said in exasperation after that rather entertaining argument with Hera last year. Whatever. If she wants my hair longer, it can be longer. "I can do that."

"Good," Sabine murmured. Then I can use it to hold you still better. And it really was beautiful hair. Don't know why I ever encouraged him to cut it off. All this was thought as she was attacking his lips once again. Because kissing was amazing. Kissing was better than blowing things up. Just barely, but it was, and she never thought she'd think that. Kissing Ezra as much as possible was her new goal in life.

Being pressed against his hard body was nothing to laugh at either. His kneading fingers on her ass were sending little thrills through her that settled right in her core. He held her effortlessly, too. And that was turning her on even more. She never knew he had so much strength in his still lean body that was just starting to fill out with mature manhood. She'd been under the impression that he used the Force to power his feats of strength, but maybe some of it had been just him. Kriff, that was hot.

Wish we could do this forever. Ignore the coming war. Just go home and hide in a bedroom for a week.

But we can't. Vader's coming. And I have to do the Countess thing. The Rebellion is still something to consider as well.

Oh, and Dad is going to show up with a bucket of ice water soon if we don't appear outside, just because Ezra said it.

Thanks, Ezra.

Force, oh, Force, she tastes so sweet; like fire and candy and yogans all in one. He didn't know how that was possible, but he didn't care. Ezra just wanted to stay locked like this forever. But he had a mental chronometer ticking in his mind and he was allowing himself just one more minute of the heart pounding pleasure of holding her via squeezing her perfect round butt cheeks, and having her weight pressed against his chest, and delving into her mouth as they took turns chasing each other's tongues in a game of teasing kisses.

He didn't trust Alrich not to keep his teasing word and show up back in the ship. There was no way he was getting caught with his hands on Sabine's ass and his tongue in her mouth. No way in hell.

When he was sure his time was up, Ezra very reluctantly straightened off the wall and put her back down, hands running up her back once her feet were safely on the decking again. He eased off the kisses to just two final presses of his lips to hers ever so softly and then propped his chin on top her head as he held her close in a hug and started talking his electrified body back into submission, beginning by concentrating on his breathing and slowing it down, and then adding his racing heartbeat to the equation. And then he added a little image of Darth Vader for the final touch.

All those years of practicing meditation are coming in very handy indeed. Kanan was right when he said meditation is one of the most important things a Jedi can learn.

Sabine didn't want to stop but she knew he was right; her mental clock had ticked down to the end too. Now is not the time to get too carried away. But kriff, sometime soon, we ARE going to have a very long and very uninterrupted make out session. I vow it.

How far we're going to go during said make out session, I don't know yet. There's got to be some kind of fine line between rushing into things and waiting too long just because.

I guess I'll just play it by ear.

For the time being, she simply wrapped her arms around his narrow waist in return and breathed in his startlingly good scent. Under the hint of musky sweat (which surprisingly wasn't repulsive), he smelled like grass and fresh air. He smelled like her memories of his home planet before the Empire started burning it. "How do you smell like Lothal, when, as far as I know, you haven't been back for weeks or longer?" she murmured into his collar.

Ezra shrugged slightly, a chuckle escaping him at another completely random question that came out of the blue as far as he could tell. "I don't know. My home is in my blood, I guess."

She rubbed her cheek against his jacket, sighing softly at how comfortable she felt right now. "Well, I like it."

He smiled and kissed the top of her head, breathing her in in return. "For the record. I like how you smell too. Like citrus, and paint, and a hint of just fired blasters. You smell just like what you are."

Sabine looked up at him, dislodging his chin, a teasing smile playing on her pink and somewhat swollen lips. "Like a painted yogan exploded on me?"

Ezra snorted and rolled his eyes at her, a hand moving up to her hair and combing through the silky strands in tactile fascination as he sniffed her scent in with exaggerated pleasure. "Not at all. Like a warrior girl who also happens to be the best artist I've ever seen."

"As I've mentioned before, flattery will get you everywhere, Bridger," she said, stretching up and kissing the scars on his cheek.

Ezra beamed at her. "Awesome. I have a lot more where that came from."

She laughed and rolled her eyes at him as she stepped back and crossed her arms over her chest. "Please. Not if it's like your attempts at flirting four years ago."

He leaned a shoulder against the wall as he crossed his arms and ankles, adopting a negligent air. "My flirting was not that bad, but even if it was, I like to think I've gotten better at it."

Sabine raised a brow. "Oh? And who exactly have you been practicing on, Ezra Bridger?"

Ezra smirked at her. "Wouldn't you like to know."

Sabine narrowed her eyes at him, a niggle of jealousy winding its way into her. She punched him on the arm, not exactly lightly. "Tell me!"

Ezra laughed while wincing as he rubbed the sting out of his arm. (Something he'd done about a thousand times since he'd met her.) "Well... There were other girls on the base on Atollon, and you WERE gone for months." He couldn't help teasing her, just to see how wound up she'd get.

Apparently he liked pain, if she caused it, because he kept asking for her to hurt him with his own idiocy, so Sabine narrowed her eyes further and she pulled her arm back to punch him again.

Ezra caught her fist before she could let it fly, laughing harder. "Whoa! I was teasing! The only girl I've ever flirted with since I met you is you. Believe me. Any and all practicing has been in my mind and dreams only, promise."

The warrior girl huffed, relaxing. But she let fly with her left fist, just because. "Don't joke about stuff like that," she said as he winced again and rubbed his other arm. She crossed her arms over her chest again and gave him a warning glare. "I think I might be a very jealous Mando, now that I've decided to claim you as mine. You do not want to anger a jealous Mando."

Being a wise Jedi male, he raised his hands in surrender, even as he still shook slightly with silent humour. "I see that. My mistake."

But then he reached forward and cupped her delicate face in his hands, leaning towards her, his eyes very serious all of a sudden. "I promise you'll never have anything to get jealous about from my side of things. You are the only girl I've seen for more than four years. No one will ever make me look elsewhere." He sealed his vow with a gentle kiss and then rested his forehead against hers as he gazed into her amber eyes. "And to add to the record, I have always been yours, so you don't need to claim me."

Sabine found herself cupping his face in return, eyes searching his and seeing only sincerity and truth. "Oh, I'm still claiming you, my sneaky lothrat. But, I think, somewhere in me, I've always known that, because I'm yours too." She paused for a second and then added, "Do you know how many guys I've turned down over the last four years?"

Ezra shook his head slightly within her grasp, eyes wide with alarm. "Do I even want to know?"

Her mouth quirked up. "Probably not. I'll just say that none of them ever felt right. And now I know it was because none of them were you."

His heart turned to goo in his chest as she kissed him just as gently as he had her. It was probably safe to say he couldn't get any more besotted with her, but his heart could always expand further, so who knew?

Smiling softly, Sabine pulled away, but laced the fingers of one hand with his, not willing to lose their connection entirely. She tugged on it and started walking towards the exit. "Come on, we better get out there and strategize like good little soldiers."

Ezra fell into step beside her, their shoulders brushing. "About that… We need to talk."