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Gray dawn burst into hues of red and pink as the sun peeked over the horizon, just beginning to cast shadows through the smattering of clouds above. It was early. Maybe too early for Ezra and Sabine to be on patrol, but they’d relieved Zeb and Rex, who had gotten the last of the night watch.
Ezra yawned, leaning against the base of a pale rocky outcropping, one of the walls serving to hide the speeder bikes they’d acquired.
“Wish we could’ve at least eaten breakfast first,” he complained.
Sabine just shook her head, purple hair swishing, and rolled her eyes at him. She put her helmet on, turning from him. As she mounted her bike, she said, “Come on, let’s head out.”
Ezra got on his bike, felt it rumble beneath him as he started it up. He spared a glance back at the camp where hardly anyone was moving about (not even Chopper), but then steeled himself. This was his family, and it was part of his job to keep them safe. He could stay awake for that.
Ezra headed after Sabine and started their route.
They tended to keep their patrols and routes random, switching it up so the Empire couldn’t get a good read on their camp’s position if they were spotted. It was a good strategy for seeing if the Empire was changing up any of their plans too.
“Hey, how come you don’t just fly for this?” Ezra asked into his comlink, the wind whipping at his face.
“Do you see anything that could give me cover?”
“Uh… no.”
“Then there’s your answer.”
Their route took them through grasslands on the southwest, and then they cut north and east.
Watery shades of blue leaked into the sky, bringing out the white of the few puffy clouds that graced it. Tall blades of pale yellow grass whipped at Ezra, feeling like mere flicks over the durable leather of his pants and jacket. Sabine had been trailing behind for a few klicks, probably just to cover him, but with the brightening daylight, Ezra was more awake. He wanted to have some fun.
In a flash, he twisted his speeder bike around, and put it on an intercept course with Sabine’s. She skirted around him, shouting, “Ezra, are you crazy!”
“Maybe a little.”
“This isn’t a joke.”
“I know,” he responded, coming up by her side, and then swerving around her.
He could sense where she was going to be, anticipate how she would move. And he trusted her abilities enough to know they wouldn’t crash.
They nearly did, but Sabine just laughed, and sped ahead of him.
Ezra went after her.
They were approaching foothills, their unforgiving tan and cream slopes coming up fast.
“Hey, how about we stop and take a break?”
“I thought you wanted breakfast.”
“Well now I want a break.”
“All right. Does Kanan know you’re this high maintenance?”
“Hey, I am not—”
“Yes, you are.”
“Sabine!”
Yet, they did stop for that break, Ezra drinking some water from his canteen. The two of them sat on a boulder where they had a good view of anyone coming up ahead or behind.
He passed the canteen to her and she had a sip.
“You know, sometimes I think all this is pointless,” Sabine admitted, voice small.
“What is? The Rebellion?”
“The Empire has armies. We don’t.”
Ezra frowned at her, and sidled closer till their thighs were touching, his lightsaber bumping up against her holster. He couldn’t help but notice the muscle definition of her thighs beneath the tight leather of her pants. Suddenly, he felt like he needed more water, his throat dry.
Focus. Focus!
“Yeah, but… you’re a Mandalorian. Aren’t you basically an army all on your own?”
Sabine gave a laugh, and looked him in the eye. Something glinted there, something he couldn’t quite read.
“That’s sweet of you to say, Ezra, but it won’t win battles.”
“I think you’re focusing too much on the big picture,” Ezra told her, reaching his hand out for his canteen again.
She passed it to him, their fingers touching, holding, nearly caressing. The comfortable warmth he felt while around her, one that had cultivated over the past couple of years settled deep in him, growing in its solidity.
He had a sip, as she asked, “Isn’t that the whole point?”
“Yeah, sure. But it’s about the moment too. It’s about the current step, and maybe the one after that. Look, think about it like training. When you learned to shoot a blaster, if you just focused on being able to do it right away, you wouldn’t have gotten it, right?”
“Ezra, I could shoot a blaster right away,” she said, bumping her shoulder against his.
“Okay, okay. Just… think of a weapon you had some difficulty with.”
She nodded. “All right.”
“Well, you had to start small, and work on that one bit of training before moving onto the next. That’s how you were able to learn, to succeed. So… the Rebellion’s kind of like that. We have the big goal in mind, but you can’t do it all at once.”
Sabine cocked her head at him, giving Ezra a smile he wasn’t sure he’d seen from her before.
“What?” he asked.
“You’ve grown up so much. I remember when we met. You were…”
Ezra laughed, a bit warm from embarrassment just thinking about it. “Immature, desperate?”
“I was going to say pathetic.”
“Oh great, thanks.”
“But what I mean is, Kanan’s taught you a lot. And it’s not just because of him. It’s been your ability and willingness to learn. You’ve gotten better around me too.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
She arched a brow, some of it disappearing behind the bright colors of her cropped hair. “Come on. Seriously? You’re not hitting on me any chance you get anymore.”
Ezra winced, screwing the cap back on his canteen and setting it aside.
“Yeah, about that—”
“Yeah, me too.”
Ezra just stared.
“What?”
“You were going to say you feel comfortable around me now, right?”
“Oh! Yeah, well…”
She bumped against him again, and then leaned her head on his shoulder. “I feel the same way.”
Ezra put an arm around her, not even thinking about it, but being very conscious of everywhere her body molded against his.
“Are there other things you feel?”
She tilted her head, her usually guarded brown eyes open and honest, as she looked up at him. “I think you already know the answer to that.”
Ezra wasn’t sure who kissed who first, but in seconds their lips were locked together. He thought perhaps he’d feel like he was about to jump out of his skin, but instead, he just felt… right. Comfortable. It was different than all the times he thought about it, more slow, sweet, but it was… it was amazing. Her lips were soft and warm and inviting, and soon Ezra couldn’t get enough of them. He used his own lips to learn the shape of hers, and slowly, licked his tongue at the seam of them. Her lips parted for him, but she pulled back, breath shaky.
Ezra groaned, chasing after her for a second, his head and body leaning into her.
“We don’t have time to do this slowly,” Sabine murmured, voice husky. Something in Ezra tightened at her words, the sound of her voice. It was as if he couldn’t be contained in his own body.
Sabine grabbed his shoulders, and slammed him back against the boulder. His legs slipped, but he managed to scrabble farther up the rock so he wouldn’t fall, his knees bent.
“Whoa!”
Sabine straddled him, and started disarming herself.
“Wait, now?” he asked, voice full of shock, despite how low and gravelly it had gone.
“Yes, right now. We’re a bit ahead of schedule anyway.”
“Not that ahead of schedule.”
Sabine gave him a challenging grin. “What, you think you’re going to last long?”
Ezra propped himself up with one arm, even as Sabine grabbed his lightsaber.
“Yeah, maybe.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
She delicately placed his weapon aside, and then ran her hands over his abdomen. Ezra couldn’t help but clench beneath that proprietary touch, push his hips up into her.
A low laugh that somehow pulsed through his gut left her, and he canted his hips upwards again.
“Somebody’s already excited.”
Ah, so that was why his pants were feeling much too tight.
Ezra looked down, and she was indeed right.
“What about you?”
“Sorry, lover boy, but you’ve gotta work a little harder for that.”
Ezra growled, grabbed her arms, and rolled them over. Sabine, smart as ever with moving her body, lifted her head enough so it didn’t smack against the boulder. Now she was beneath him, and a push of his hips had her legs widening.
Even through their clothes she was so warm.
“Ever done this before?” he asked.
“A couple times. Guessing you haven’t?”
“Nope.”
Too aroused to feel ashamed by that, that this woman beneath him had more experience, Ezra pawed at the armor on her chest, lips going to hers. She grabbed his hand, bending it back slightly. Not enough to hurt him, but enough to get the message across: Don’t.
“No time.”
“How am I supposed to work for this without touching you?”
“Just kiss me.”
Ezra shrugged. “Fine by me.”
He lowered himself over her, lips finding hers once more, tongue tracing the shape of her invitingly warm mouth. Karabast, the dreams he’d had about this mouth. That was enough to get him to harden more, his cock heavy between his legs, and far too restrained in these stupid pants!
All of this was a bit overwhelming. How was he supposed to kiss Sabine, and get her ready, and undress, and undress her all at once? How did people do this? Maybe he could ask Kanan later. No, no. That would be incredibly weird.
Did Ezra even want to undress in the biting wind that swooped through the foothills?
Maybe if they were in a more secure area…
A realization hit him and his cheeks flushed.
Sabine growled at him when he pulled back, hand going to the back of his head.
“Wait, wait!” he cried, words turning garbled as she kissed him.
There was a frustration, an anger, in the depths of the earthy tones of her eyes as she caught up to what he was saying and pulled back.
“What?” she snapped.
“Aren’t we too exposed up here? Anyone could see us.”
“Ezra, there’s no one around.”
“Yeah, but.”
Sabine tilted her head, glancing around. “Okay, maybe you’re right.”
Ezra climbed off of her and offered her his hand. She took it, and then leaned down to gather their weapons.
Curious, excited, and seeing too good of an opportunity to let it pass, Ezra slapped his hand across her tight ass.
She started, and righted herself, shoving against him.
“Ezra Bridger, do not make me accidentally fire this blaster.”
She waved said blaster in his face, barrel still carefully pointed away from him.
He rubbed the back of his head, giving a nervous chuckle. She just grabbed his hand and put his lightsaber in it.
Clambering off the boulder and trailing down the hill, they managed to find a secluded area.
Sabine tried to grab Ezra, press herself up against him, but he dodged around her, hooked a foot in front of her ankle, and grabbed her arm. As planned, she began to fall and he took her in his arms, her backside now pressed up against him. Ezra was grinding his throbbing cock against her before he even got them on the ground.
Sabine elbowed him in the gut, loosening his grip, and pulled forward, throwing him off balance—
Ezra caught her elbow as it went towards him.
“Nice try,” he murmured in her ear.
A high-pitched sound of frustration left her. Ezra listened to it, knowing what she wanted. He got her on all fours, and Sabine became pliant against him as he ran a hand from her throat to her pelvis.
“So you like fighting then?”
“I like being on top,” she growled.
“Well, I think I will too. Besides,” he began as he fumbled with the fastenings on her pants, “I think you’re already enjoying this.”
“I am—”
Sabine cut off as he began to slide her pants down.
Soon her body was pressing back against him desperately, making him groan as he struggled with their clothing.
Sabine leaned back, grabbed him, and reached for his mouth; hers was already open, her tongue out and tasting, her teeth biting.
“Hey, don’t make me bleed,” Ezra complained between returning her kisses, knowing there’d be questions if he arrived back at camp with a swollen and bloodied lip.
Finally, bare skin touched bare skin, and they moaned together, rubbing and grinding.
Karabast, she was wet, and hot.
His mouth went after hers, desperate for her touch, her heat, any connection he could find. They didn’t have long, and maybe even with this Rebellion they didn’t have long. This moment—this was what they had right now and Ezra was going to take it.
Sabine clearly had the same thoughts, trying to reach back to grab him. Ezra shoved her arm aside, planted it back against the ground, and lined himself up with her.
He bit her bottom lip hard when he felt his soft, plump head slide through her slick folds. Sabine’s nose bumped against his as she leaned closer, probably to minimize the damage he was doing to her lip. Oops.
He tried to remember to loosen, to not feel this need roaring through his blood, to not claim her as hard and fast as he could.
He could go fast, but not hard. If he did so, surely someone would see the signs left on their bodies. They didn’t need that.
Ezra whimpered as he pressed into her, searching, searching…
“A little higher.”
He felt something, maybe an opening. Tried to push…
“Here?”
“No! No, lower. Wrong one. For now.”
“Oh.”
He moved lower, and when he pushed, she opened for him.
“Haar’chak! That’s it.”
She gasped, and cursed as Ezra began to thrust, pushing deeper each time. He was doing the same.
Soon, he was in her all the way, Sabine squeezing herself around him. Ezra’s legs went weak from that, and he fell, having to catch himself with his arms on either side of her.
Mouth now working at her ear, all of him fit ready to burst, his blood pounding and roaring through him, he began to really work at her. He wasn’t sure if he was big, if he went deep, but she was gasping and panting, and let out sharp grunts form certain thrusts.
Ezra needed her, needed more. Being encased in all that tight, wet, heat—he couldn’t have imagined it even if he’d tried. He had thought he’d know what to expect, but this was nothing like it. Every hard part of him lined up with every soft part of her, and he took, and they came together, and he didn’t know where he ended and she began.
Ezra was sweating beneath his clothes, some sweat even running down the side of his bare thigh. Sabine’s neck was sticky against his hungrily searching mouth.
A whimper left her, and she tilted her head, and reached for him. She kissed him, too hard, too fast. Their teeth knocked together, but he didn’t even care about that slight pressure and zing of pain. That just had molten heat filling his cock even more. Oh karabast, he was so heavy, so hard. He ached, and ached, and ached. Only she could soothe him. Only Sabine with her tight, taut body, her lean muscles, her soft skin, her even softer insides. Only Sabine with that needy mouth.
Her tongue pressed at his lips, then roamed over his teeth, and pressed in, pressed back till it felt like she was reaching for his throat. Ezra sucked, and his tongue joined hers. She clenched around him, tighter and tighter till he had to push harder and harder just to stay in her. Maybe that was the point.
A guttural moan left her, crawling up from her chest, and Ezra pushed her tongue out, putting his own in her mouth, needing to be in her, needing the comfort of it, the—
His body tingled, everything in him tightening, growing hotter, and hotter.
He couldn’t contain himself any longer.
There was a burst that shot up from his toes, up his tingling, shuddering thighs that pressed against hers, something pressed up and out from just beneath his balls, and straight through his cock. Pleasure burst, and Ezra found his release, pulling back and crying out into the open air.
It was an effort just to hold himself over her as he pressed and pressed and pressed, Sabine’s moan turning into a pained, but joyful, cry. She wriggled her hips, riding, riding, whimpering and gasping.
Words in Mando’a fell from her lips, things he didn’t quite understand. But he was able to grasp that she was begging.
But he didn’t have any more to give.
Yet he had to—
Sabine let out a sharp cry, and her walls began to rhythmically clench around him, her hips arching back, ass going into the air. It was as if her core was convulsing, and Ezra was caught right in the middle of it.
Over-sensitivity swept in as he finished emptying into her, and he cried out, but he held himself in. She needed this. They needed this.
Sabine’s fingers dug furrows into the dirt, some of it surely getting caught under her nails.
Her body relaxed, and he slipped his slowly-softening cock out of her. She rolled, pulled him down, and then rolled again. Now she was on top, kissing him and kissing him till his lips were swollen and he felt completely senseless.
Ezra was weak and limp beneath her, still coming to grips with what had just happened.
Finally, she rolled off of him, and fixed her pants. She teasingly gripped his cock, making him yelp, and then said, “Better get up. We have to head back. Besides, you want breakfast.”
Ezra’s stomach grumbled in response, his hunger all but forgotten in the maelstrom that was Sabine Wren.
Mind still blown, Ezra did as she ordered, knowing he’d do anything she told him to at this moment, even get on his knees, or put his head between her legs, or let her pump him into hardness again no matter how much it hurt.
Pulling his pants up, and refastening them, he checked himself over to see how dirty he was. Not too bad, thankfully. Sabine didn’t look so bad either. But he couldn’t stop staring at her ass, in between her legs, thinking about his seed he’d put in her.
Then it struck him, and his eyes widened—
Sabine waved a hand. “I’ll take an emergency contraceptive when we get back. Now come on.” She tossed him his lightsaber, and he caught it without much of a thought.
“Wow. I need to ask Hera to put us on patrols together more often.”
Sabine grinned at him as she buckled on her blasters.
“Nah, I’d like to see you wait for this.” She passed him by, spanking him as she went.
Ezra jumped, grabbing at his ass.
“Ow, hey!”
“Baby,” she teased. “I’m the one hurting after that.”
Ezra widened his eyes, a low, sick feeling curling in his stomach.
“Did I…? Oh, karabast! I’m—”
Sabine mounted her speeder bike, and even with his worry Ezra couldn’t help thinking about how he wanted her mounting him instead. “Ezra, it’s fine. We had to be quick about it.”
He went and kissed her cheek, buckling on his lightsaber as he did so.
Getting on his own speeder bike and revving it up he asked her, “Do you think there’ll ever be a time where we can be slow with all this?”
She had just put her helmet back on, but he could sense the small, warm smile she gave him, would know that smile was there even if they were on different planets.
“I hope so.”
Ezra returned the smile, warmth settling in his chest, along with an urge, a need. Not for her, but to fight, to finish this, to have something that wasn’t just running and staying one step ahead of the Empire. To breathe.
To live.
“Yeah, me too.”