A/N: This series of drabbles will be Ezrabine, in case you hadn't picked up on that. Kanera is still my ship of ships, but I have SO MUCH TO PROCESS that it may take me some time to get back to writing them properly, but I promise I will get back. As for these little drabbles; they may be connected, they may not. I'll let you know as appropriate.
You
The inside of the tower was unrecognizable from what it had been ten years ago. The once-dilapidated space was no longer his. It was fresher, brighter, homier.
It was Sabine's.
He didn't mind.
He stood in the middle of the living area, turning in circles as he took it all in. His eyes roamed every detail appreciatively, right down to Sabine sitting in the far corner of the room watching him.
She smiled. "You've been standing there for half an hour. Go outside. The stars—"
"I've seen enough stars," he said distantly. He thought of the Purrgil, of the Destroyer and Thrawn, of the strange planets and countless nights spent under strange stars. "Lothal's can wait."
"For?" She reached as if to tuck her hair behind her ear—a gesture almost shy and self-conscious. But her fingers brushed nothing but skin and she traced the line of her jaw; her hair was too short. Ezra grinned at her and she blushed.
"You," he said. He walked over and sat beside her on the floor-cushion. He purposefully kept some space between them, unsure of what she wanted; when she scooted over to loop her arm through his, it gave him the resolve he needed to say what he so desperately wanted to say. "I've had five years of stars and just a couple of days with you. The stars aren't really what I'm interested in right now."
She arched an eyebrow. "So what are you interested in?"
He considered. "You," he said again at last. She nodded, and he noticed her eyes were lingering on his mouth.
"Do you know," she whispered, "how many times I thought about that moment in the dome when I knew you were surrendering to Thrawn—how I let you go, and how I wanted to punch you in the teeth for putting me in that position?" She drew close, brushing her lips against his.
His heart was thundering. "A lot?"
"A lot." She didn't pull away, but she didn't kiss him, either, and it was absolutely maddening.
"I'm sorry." He was, too. He leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth. She made a soft sound, resting her hand on the back of his neck.
"I'll need a nicer apology than that, Ezra Bridger."
He grinned, using a hand on her waist to lay her back against the cushions. Her eyes were wide and curious as he hovered over her. "Sabine," he said seriously. "I'm sorry." He kissed her quickly, not even giving her enough time to kiss him back before he pulled away. "I'm sorry I left like that."
He could tell by her breathing that she probably wouldn't mind if he kissed her again, say, on the exposed skin of her collarbone, but her eyes were conflicted, so he didn't. "I didn't know if you'd lived or died," she said quietly, brows drawing together.
"I know." He kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry." He shifted so that he was laying beside her instead of on top of her.
"Just—hold me," she said. It was the closest to vulnerable he'd ever heard her sound. He pulled her into his arms immediately. He rested his chin on her head and she was still for long enough he thought she might have fallen asleep. He decided to speak anyway.
"There's something I wanted to say." He paused. "Years ago, really."
"What's that?" Her voice was muffled as she spoke against his shoulder; not asleep, then. He swallowed hard.
"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum."
She inhaled sharply. "What?"
He panicked. Of course he'd managed to kriff that up. "I said—I thought I said—"
She sat up, looking down into his face. Her expression was unreadable and her lips trembling. "I know what you said," she interrupted breathlessly.
"Oh." Profound disappointment flooded his face; he could feel it in the dark flush creeping up his neck. "I—"
Her mouth was on his in an instant, kissing him so tenderly it hurt and when she put a hand on his chest to push away, her amber eyes were full of everything he'd ever wanted to see, and that was enough to atone for the last five years of not being with her. She nodded and then murmured against his jaw, "I love you, too."
