Ezra makes a mistake

Suddenly, Sabine stopped.

"You OK?" Ezra asked, sensing that something wrong.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she responded breathlessly. "It's just that...err...my...err...it's sort of...trapped..."

"Can you free it?" Ezra suggested, helpfully.

"What do you think I'm trying to do?!" she snapped back at him, tugging frantically on the baggy shift that had somehow become stuck in the metal panels of the ventilation shaft.

The passageway was too small for Ezra to turn around and offer assistance and not wanting to annoy Sabine further, he sank back into the ****, trying to calm her while also searching for nearby lifeforms...

xxx

Ezra trotted purposefully towards the cockpit of the Ghost, but something made him stop.

Steam was gently drifting out of an ajar door just ahead. It was the bathroom and whoever was in there clearly didn't know that the lock was faulty. But who was in there?

The **** told him immediately; he knew that concentration of energy better than anything.

Unable to stop himself, Ezra paused at the gap and peered in. The sound of running water died away and an arm extended around the curtain, scooping up a waiting towel. Moments later, Sabine appeared, squeezing excess moisture from her hair.

It was the most beautiful thing Ezra had ever laid eyes on. The damp towel hugged her wet body, her curves well defined. Water ran down her bare legs and pooled around her small feet, Ezra was impressed that Sabine's towel was still staying up, as both of her hands where busy rearranging her dyed hair in the mirror. But with just a little encouragement from the ****-

The door slammed shut.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Hera was looking at him sternly, fully aware what Ezra had been up to.

"I was just-" he stammered, casting about for a reason why he was lurking outside the bathroom while Sabine was showering. Hera folded her arms and raised an eyebrow.

"A word of advice, kid. The way to a woman's heart isn't by spying on her in the shower."

xxx

"What the hell?! You creep!" Sabine's cry wrenched Ezra out of his daydream.

His face went pale when he realised his fatal mistake; his mind had still been inside her, meaning that she had seen his memory as clearly as he had.

Where once Sabine had been blindingly bright, now she was a roiling ball of solid blackness.

"Sabine...I can explain-"

"Oh, I can't wait to hear this!" she laughed, outraged that he'd been spying on her for who knows how long. If the Empire didn't kill, she would!

Their argument stopped when they heard voices and footsteps passing beneath them.

"Sabine, we can talk about this later. We need to get moving."

Ezra hadn't crawled 10 paces when he remembered why they'd stopped in the first place.

"Sabine, did you manage to free your-?"

"No." she mumbled bluntly. "I had to leave it behind."

"You...you...you mean you're n-"

"Don't say that word!" Sabine hissed, jabbing him to keep him moving. "If you look around, I swear, you won't have any eyes left!"

Grinning to himself, Ezra continued to move forwards.

He was in an enclosed space with a completely naked and angry girl. Somehow, her anger only made her more attractive.

A Jedi was supposed to look after distressed damsels.

But at that moment, Ezra Bridger didn't want to be a Jedi.