A/N: just a cute little oneshot to comfort me after rewatching season 4. These two are adorable and deserve to be happy. Probably set pre season 1. And while yes, it's a songfic, I don't think you necessarily have to listen to 'Fly me to the moon' I just heard it and thought it completely and utterly their vibe and had to write a fic.

Anyway, I was thinking of writing some more short fics for Rebels - kind of like the four 'Shorts' we get on Disney plus. Would anyone be interested in that? If so, let me know! Also let me know if you have prompt ideas for that, because I haven't had any yet :)


"Whoa, nice party."
"Told you we needed to dress up, the Governor's Ball is a formal event."
"Huh, I don't think I've ever seen this many imperials out of uniform at once," Kanan marvelled, adjusting his formalwear. Hera, one arm in his and dressed in a beautiful but understated gown. She was already scanning the room for what they needed.

The luxury star cruiser's viewing deck had been filled to capacity with all manner of the outer rim's richest and most influential figures. Velvet curtains hung all along the far wall beside long tables filled with food while opposite, guests were treated to a stunning view of the stellascape and the planet of Lothal far below. In the centre, a combined dancefloor and mingling area took up most of the space. Soft music played by an instrumentalist and sultry singer from a small platform on the other side of the room from the two undercover rebels.

"So, what's the plan?" asked Kanan, beginning to get nervous as he saw just how many imperial officers were present.
"See that access port beside the stage? We can use the curtains to hide while we access the intel we need."
"You mean the port on the far side of the dancefloor?"
"Mmhm, but we're not dancing. We're just here for intel on -"
"Yeah, yeah, I know, Hera. But why not enjoy the party while we're here?"

The musicians struck up a new song, the singer's voice floating above the room, ethereal and warm.
~Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars~

"There's no way we're getting across the room without attracting attention without crossing the dancefloor. And that means dancing."
"We're not here to dance, Kanan. What if we skirt that food table?"
"I suppose we can try."

~let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars~

Kanan snorted, half listening. "Have you ever heard of Jupiter or Mars? What are they, planets?"
"No idea, but if they are I do want to see what spring is like there."
"You would."

~in other words, hold my hand
In other words, darling kiss me~

Kanan suddenly pulled Hera into a spin, eliciting a yelp of surprise from the twi'lek, whose focus had narrowed to their goal. The imperial officer passed them without a second glance.
"Kanan!"
"We're meant to be inconspicuous, for the mission, remember? We don't want them to be able to recall our faces."
"If you make me dance, I can promise we won't remain inconspicuous for long! It's not like there were a lot of dances on Ryloth."
"Relax, just trust me." Kanan led, navigating the duo across the dancefloor gracefully. "And besides, the Empire are so much worse than you."
Hera had to chuckle as she saw what he meant. There was a young imperial officer trying to dance with a Corellian girl not too far from them. The officer stepped on her toes, and the girl scowled as he cringed.

~fill my life with song, let me sing forever more~

"I'm going to get us over to the curtain, are you ready?"
"No, but do it anyway."
Kanan sent them smoothly catapulting towards the dark curtains beside the stage and the two quickly dove behind its shadow. Hera's shoulder clipped the wall, closer than she'd expected, and she twisted. Somehow, her and Kanan found themselves pressed up against each other, backed on both sides by curtain and wall. Her wide eyes found his in the dim light.

~you are all I long for, all I worship and adore~

"I have to get to the access port," Hera finally whispered, "so I can install the data spike."
Kanan's voice was thick. "After you."
After a few tense moments where neither of them moved, Hera finally slid sideways slowly, careful not to disturb their fragile cover. A few clicks. Hera could still feel his arm next to hers as she waited for the spike to install.

Finally.

"Chopper says he's got it."
"Time to go then, you ready to dance again?"
"If I must."

~in other words, please be true~

"Hey Kanan?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for coming with me."
"Always."

~in other words, I love you~