A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Achillies453! Thank you for all your wonderful reviews!

New Intimacies:

Sabine rushed Ezra through his meal, a few more goodbyes with people like Fenn and Ketsu, and had them and her father and clan mates in their respective ships in less than fifteen minutes, and he couldn't care less.

Who needs to savour food when one is newly married and the promise of getting lucky for the first time in his life was only one hyperspace jump away?

As Sabine arbitrarily took over the pilot's chair of his Gauntlet, mumbling about too much to do to wait for him to baby the ship like he normally did, Ezra didn't give a flying frag about that either. He felt like he'd taken up permanent residence in a cloud, he was flying so high on happy endorphins.

While his practically scowling wife flew them away from Mandalore, all he could do was stare at her and wonder if he might possibly have hit his head during his duel with the Vizsla boy. He wasn't really sure how it had happened, but in the course of only one cycle of the dusty planet around its star, Sabine had changed their relationship from 'friends only' to 'holy poodoo, we're a COUPLE!' And then he'd changed it again so that not only were they Force bonded but actually kriffing married!

Ezra just couldn't believe it was all actually true.

But it was.

Because there she was, his beautiful cyar'ika, sitting right beside him and flying them to her homeworld to formally take control of her clan, have a mourning ceremony for her deceased family members, present him to the Wrens as her spouse, and rally said clan for the upcoming battle with the Empire.

While he'd been gulping down a very tasty plateful of noodles, veggies, and nerf steak, Alrich had said – with a twinkle in his amber eyes that were disconcertingly too much like Sabine's - that the clan would give him bonus points for being the one to initiate the vows.

Ezra was just happy that he'd already known them.

Yes, he'd done his research and looked up the Mandalorian vows out of sheer wishful thinking years ago, but not on purpose. He'd actually been looking for Mando'a endearments to impress the beautiful and oh so badass girl, even as Sabine was turning down his attempts at flirting over and over and ever so painfully over again. He'd never found just the right time to use those endearments because they were so much more than just your average 'sweetie' or 'babe'. But they and the wedding vows he'd stumbled upon always lingered in the back of his mind because Ezra had just known that she was the only girl for him. She'd just felt so right, so perfect. And Ezra had learnt from a very young age to listen to his instincts because they were always right. (He now knew that what he'd been listening to was the Force and its helpful whispers.)

And man, was he ever grateful that he had when the Force had whispered 'just wait' in regards to Sabine.

It was now roughly three and a half (mostly patient) years after meeting her, and everything was coming together better then he'd ever dreamed. So much so that the instant Sabine had the large starfighter in hyperspace she was rising from her chair and holding her hand out for him take. Her frown of concentration was gone and had been replaced with a secret little smile that had every nerve in his body jumping to attention. "Time to get you clean," she said as she pulled him out of his chair the instant his fingers touched hers.

And then he was being led by a girl who wasn't wasting a second of time as they left the cockpit, passed a few doors, and then all but jogged into the only single person cabin with a decently large bunk, that he'd claimed as his own for obvious reasons. (It was his ship after all.) From there, she continued boldly on, right into the small private refresher.

His heart was literally pounding in his ears with adrenaline, he was probably breathing way too fast, and he was hard as a rock in his pants at the endless possibilities zipping through his mind. But... how else was he supposed to react? He had no idea what she intended to happen in the refresher, not without invading her thoughts, which he wouldn't do. Regardless, he was semi freaking out. How far is she going to take this? Is she just going to watch me shower? Actually get in and help? What?!

Yes, he knew that they were married now, and that usually came with certain benefits. But they'd only been 'together' for ONE day. No matter how many sexy scenarios he'd thought up while he ate, or how much he wanted to just grab her and bury himself in her with zero preliminaries, even his foggy, lust addled mind knew that full on consummation on such short notice was seriously rushing things.

But then again, we are going to war tomorrow and I really don't want to die a virgin.

But I don't want to push her for anything she's not ready for, either. Not that she'd stand for it, he added with a mental snort to himself.

For now, Ezra would content himself with just getting to hold her a little more and hopefully receiving a few of those amazing kisses that made him both a rock and a puddle in the best possible contradiction of sensations. And if things went a little further than that… Yay!

But he soon discovered that Sabine had her own ideas about the speed of their growing relationship. Really, really, good ideas.

Sabine let go of her new husband's (Holy osik! I'm married!) hand once they were in the refresher and the door had closed behind them. She turned and faced him and pointedly looked him up and down as she crossed her arms over her chest, her mouth watering at the memory of how sexy he'd looked half naked and all streaked with sweat and dirt. "Kay, Ez. Strip."

Ezra visibly gulped and stared at her with wide eyes. (Okay, more like one wide eye and one squinty eye because his left one had been swelling shut further by the minute, but whatever.) (She wasn't even sure that he'd noticed his injury, he'd been so busy just staring at her like a worshipful mooka.) "What?"

She smirked. "You heard me, riddur. Strip. You can't take a proper shower with your clothes still on."

Ezra gulped again as his hands reached for the fastener on his jacket. "If you're sure?"

Sabine rolled her eyes at him. "Would I have said it if I didn't mean it?" Her tone bordered on exasperation.

Ezra wisely shook his head quickly. "No. No. You're right. Stupid question. You only say what you mean. I know that." His hands were still hovering on the hem.

"And you're not moving because...?" A single shapely (with a lot of kriffing work) purple eyebrow rose to nearly her hairline in a practiced move that had probably seen far too much use thanks to years spent in the company of too many maturity-challenged males. And I just married one of them! Maybe I'm losing my mind?

Nah, she thought with an approving stir of her hormones as Ezra jumped into motion like he'd been zapped by Chopper for the thousandth time. His jacket flew into the corner and he whipped his t-shirt off over his head and tossed that too.

Her hormones started dancing a jig as he kept going, whisking his pants down to his ankles in two seconds flat. And then the poor boy flushed red in embarrassment immediately after as he realized his boots were in the way. "Karabast," he muttered, bending over and undoing the boots so he could awkwardly toe them off with his pants hindering his movements.

He turned even redder as Sabine giggled at his predicament. Stars, he's just so shabla adorable! "Real smooth there, Ezra. It's a good thing you're not trying to impress me."

Ezra paused to look up at her as he literally growled. "Of course I'm trying to impress you. I'm always trying to impress you."

"Oh," she murmured, feeling both a little ashamed for making fun and also melting with love for him once again because he was just so incredibly sweet. "Well, you're doing a fine job of it so far." And she meant it.

He glanced up at her again, this time shyly. "Thanks," he muttered.

Finally free of his boots and pants, he stood up straight once more, now clad in only his tight black undershorts.

Sabine eyed him appreciatively.

Very appreciatively.

Her Jedi boy was currently possessed of a lean and sinewy physique that wasn't the thicker muscles of a typical Mando warrior, but it certainly wasn't anything to scoff at either. Especially all wrapped up in the shimmery copper skin with a few scattered scars that he possessed. She liked the defined muscles of his shoulders and chest, his six pack of abs, the cute belly button, the strong muscles in his thighs and calves, the big and narrow feet with cute toes, and most definitely the V of his hip bones that disappeared inside the low waistband of his shorts.

And if that V happened to point the way to a nice, sizable bulge in his crotch area, that certainly didn't hurt the appeal either.

Sabine practically purred like a tooka. (Or like that one time she accidentally caught Ahsoka and Rex making out in a supply closet and had heard a very distinct and contented rumble coming from the Togrutan.) She gave her riddur a big, toothy grin. "Me likey. Now lose the shorts too. I want to see it all." Or more specifically, what exactly you're going to be sticking inside me for the rest of our lives.

Her breath caught. Stars above, we're actually doing this! We're going to be attaching our bodies together!

Eeep!

Sabine swallowed down the sudden lump of trepidation and told it to get lost. I'm a Mando warrior girl! Sex is just like a cross between a more naked kind of wrestling and the really nice kissing we've already been doing; you got this!

Ezra was still in weird place, mentally.

Part of him – most, actually – was doing cartwheels with glee that things were flying forward in the intimacy department. Part of him was connected to Sabine and was basking like a lothcat in sunshine in the approval and arousal she was radiating down their bond. And the smallest but somehow the loudest part of him was still entirely disbelieving that he wasn't dreaming and that the girl staring at him with bedroom eyes was just a figment of his imagination.

Because he couldn't believe how calm Sabine was being about all this. He was alone on ship with the love of his life. In a tiny refresher! Together! And I'm stripping naked! Ezra was once again on the verge of hyperventilating. Only his meditation training was keeping him from flat out fainting from lack of air.

He was also somehow both incredibly turned on and scared out of his mind that he was going to be a huge disappointment to the older girl with his lack of experience to call upon.

At least I don't have a tiny dick and it doesn't care about nerves and is performing well enough.

Oh yeah. This could be sooooo much worse.

But seriously, how is she being so chill about this? Has she done this bef… Oh! She's a little scared too! That's alright then. At least I'm not alone in that.

"Okay." Ezra gulped. And then (controlling the trembling in his fingers out of sheer willpower alone), he pushed his undershorts down and kicked them off to the side with his other things. Then he had to school himself into making some sort of attempt at looking confident and not huddle over himself in a pathetic instinct to hide, drawing strength from the fact that she was feeling the same things he was whether she showed it through her tough girl persona or not. Thank kriff for Force bonds!

Sabine blinked as she got her first up close and personal look at a real cock. (Pictures, holovids, and random encounters with mating animals didn't count.)

Like most of the highly aroused examples of lighter-skinned Human phalluses that she'd seen before, Ezra's was both beautiful and funny looking, being kind of purple at the head and veiny down the length. Gotta say, dicks are a work of art only the person physically attached to it would love the look of.

Which I will be soon. Literally.

The thought made her snort in amusement.

And man, am I happy I'm a girl and don't have to deal with having one of those flopping around between my legs all the time! How annoying that must be!

And from a fighter's point of view, it's definitely a weak link in the evolution of humanoids. Keeping it in a sheath like an animal seems like a much more practical idea. Sabine made another huff of amusement at her own sidetracking thoughts.

"I know it's kind of got a mind of its own, but you don't need to laugh at it," Ezra grumbled, causing her gaze to shoot upwards. He had his arms crossed and looked all offended and on the verge of diving for his shorts to pull them back on.

Sabine shook her head quickly, realizing her mistake at once and making a mental note to herself to never laugh in any fashion that might be misconstrued as making fun of Ezra's manhood. "No, Ez'ika. I wasn't laughing at you. I was just thinking your cock was a work of art, I swear."

Ezra relaxed a fraction, but didn't quite lose the suspicious glare. "Then what were you laughing at?"

Sabine took the half step that separated them and put her hand on his chest, looking up at him with sincere reassurance. "Myself. Nothing for you to worry about, babe."

Ezra gave her a relieved half grin back. "Okay."

Her eyes were then drawn down to the pad of muscle her hand was resting on and she smiled at it a little stupidly. Touching his bare skin! Don't freak out! Don't freak out! "Why don't you step into the shower? I want to see the entire, wonderful, masterpiece that is you glistening with water." She traced a pattern over his chest as she spoke, prompting another amusingly audible gulp from Ezra. As he looked down at her with worshipful eyes, her hand trailed up to his shoulder and then she cupped the back of his head, pulling his mouth down to hers for a quick kiss because she couldn't resist rewarding his bravery.

Ezra somehow turned her kiss into a very long one as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into his side, his other hand coming up to cup her jaw and cheek tenderly. She didn't know if it was their Force bond or her imagination, but she'd swear she could feel how relieved he was to be doing something familiar. Not to mention how turned on he was. And she wasn't just talking about the blatant evidence of it pressing against her hip.

It made her feel extremely overdressed for the occasion, what with him being butt naked while she was still fully dressed. The only thing missing from her body right now was her helmet.

Sabine moaned into Ezra's mouth, voluntarily (downright eagerly, if she was being honest) moving even closer to him so that she was now basically straddling one of his hard thighs. Which felt amazing, so she leaned even harder into him. Her center rubbed against his thigh, the inseam of her bodysuit thusly rubbing against her clit, sending pleasant shocks through her and making her core clench in need. Oh, stars, that's so good! Within moments she had herself plastered to him and was rocking against his thigh over and over as their tongues duelled in a corresponding fashion.

She didn't realize she'd become so mindless with passionate need until she felt her inner muscles clench in an approaching climax. By that point, she didn't want to stop. Never ever! But she also wanted to include Ezra in the experience. It was only fair that he knew what was going on with her. Parting their lips for a moment, she grabbed his hand off her face and placed it between her legs where she wanted it. "Rub me, Ez," she panted.

Ezra started in surprise, looking at her with wide eyes and glistening, barely parted lips, then did as she asked.

Ezra rubbed three fingers over the center of her core, not really able to feel any details of what he was touching through her thick bodysuit, but it seemed like whatever he was doing was sufficient enough for her if her reactions and the echoes of pleasure down their bond were any indication.

As he gladly pleasured his wife, he drank in her beautiful features; skin flushed with pleasure, fiery dark amber eyes fully dilated with arousal, lips slightly swollen and parted as she gasped and whined quietly with each rock of her hips against his hand, all topped by the cream and purple hair that was beginning to stick to her forehead from the heat they were generating between them.

He was panting too, his cock throbbing against her thigh and being stimulated with every movement she made. In roughly a minute's worth of riding his fingers, Sabine's eyes closed and she stiffened and shook within the support of his arm, moaning like she'd just eaten the best, most expensive chocolate. Ezra froze except for his still moving fingers, not even remembering to breathe, he was so utterly captivated by how gorgeous she looked as she came and by the almost shocking amount of luscious rapture she was emanating into the Force and through their bond right now. Kriff, I'm the luckiest guy in the galaxy.

And I swear if she so much as twitches, I'm going to come too.

Vader, Vader, Vader. Think about Vader!

As Sabine came back to her senses, she couldn't believe what she'd just done. She instinctively flushed with mortification, going stiff in his arms before determinedly pushing it aside. Because to be ashamed of a natural inclination for pleasure with someone she trusted was just silly. Aside from the fact that they were married, they were a team, best friends, and not that far away from literally being joined at the hip already. I can be mature about this. Sort of.

She took a deep breath and peeked up at his face as he moved his hand back to her hair, seeing only love and need in his eyes. "I guess I got kind of carried away in the moment and how kriffing hot you are. I swear it wasn't my intention to hump your leg like a horny mooka."

Ezra chuckled softly, running his fingers through her hair in a very sensuous way that made her want to rub against him and purr. "You can hump me anyway or anywhere you want to, cyar'ika. I promise I won't ever protest."

She did writhe against his body a little and make a pleased humming sound. "Hmmmmm. I think I'm going to take you up on that offer. To have someone else give me pleasure like that was kriffing amazing."

He blushed and shook his head. "I think that's how it's supposed to be, but I don't know how much credit I can take for that one. You did a lot of that all on your own. But I sure would like to remedy that."

Sabine giggled, rubbing her forehead into the crook of his shoulder and inhaling his musk and dirt scent greedily. "I think that can be arranged, babe." Feeling better about her crazy behaviour and realizing that she'd just come but he hadn't (his still very aroused cock wasn't exactly subtle), Sabine kicked into action once again, pushing him backward and into the shower. "But first, you get clean, I get naked, and then it's your turn to come with a little assistance.

"Kriff, yes."