Ezra visits Sabine (the end?)

Sabine heard footsteps stop outside, followed by a knock on her door.

"Go away!" she yelled, but the door opened and Ezra walked in. "I said leave me alone!" she cried, fresh tears flowing.

He sat down on the bed next to her. Ezra could feel the sexual frustration pouring out of the naked rebel. Sabine could feel Ezra's clothes against her leg and shoulder.

Sabine wanted to scream and curse at him, to throw him from the airlock into the vacuum of space, to never see his stupid face again...but found herself leaning against him and resting her head on her shoulder.

"Why?" she asked him quietly, her cold body feeding off his warmth.

"Because you're beautiful," Ezra replied, stroking her wet cheek. "Because I wanted you to accept your body for what it is...perfect."

The two friends sat there in silence for a while, Sabine smiling in spite of herself. They listened to the regular beeps of the internal workings of the Ghost and the quiet hum of the engines.

Despite the peace and contentment, Sabine still couldn't relax.

"I know what's troubling you," Ezra announced. "Would you like me to help you out."

"Yes," Sabine responded, her pulse beginning to quicken.

Ezra pushed Sabine down onto her mattress, knocking her clothes to the floor. Sabine was once again exposed to Ezra; but this time, she didn't mind. I'm fact, she welcomed it.

Straddling her waist, Ezra leaned over her, his face just inches from her own. He stared deeply into her golden eyes and Sabine stared back. Sabine was suddenly conscious how dirty she was; she could almost feel every single particle of dirt on her skin. But Ezra didn't care; he closed the gap between them and kissed her gently on the lips. Her heart beat against her heaving chest, her eyes stretching as wide as possible...but infuriatingly, it still wasn't enough.

"Ezra, please!" Sabine begged as he pulled away from her.

Ezra shifted back so that hands were resting on her legs and pushed her thighs apart with his hands. Closing his eyes, Ezra melded his mind with Sabine's.

He knew her entire being better than his own, a it didn't take the Jedi long to negotiate her body. He hovered for a moment, surveying the beautiful thing in the galaxy.

Ezra dived in, plunging himself into the coiled, tight knot resting between Sabine's legs.

The naked Mandalorian's eyes slammed wide, her toes stretched and her hands gripped the bed sheets as her entire body shook.

"Ezra!" Sabine screamed as another orgasm crippled her body. Ezra burrowed deeper.

xxx

Far away on his personal Star Destroyer, Darth Vader paused.

He was the most powerful **** user in the galaxy, more powerful than even the Emperor, but the wave of energy that washed over him was far stronger than anything he'd experienced. Somehow, someone had unlocked an explosion of energy that rocked half the galaxy.

xxx

Hera knocked on Sabine's door. The screams had at long last stopped, and Hera was under no illusion about what they were about.

"You two OK in there?" she called through the door.

"Yeah. We're fine," came Sabine's breathless reply.

"Good, because we're coming up on Yavin," Hera lied.

"What?!" the panicked shriek came from within. It didn't take a Jedi to know that Sabine was completely naked, drenched in sweat and cum and utterly exhausted. NOT the state you want to be in front of the entire Rebel Alliance.

"On second thoughts, I might have time to take a more scenic route."

Hera chuckled as she walked away. If Ezra and Sabine fought the Empire with as much enthusiasm, this was would be over in an day.

But, Hera supposed, ripping your clothes off was much more enjoyable than taking on a Star Destroyer.

As she slipped back into her cockpit chair, Sabine's moans reached her ears once again. Hera turned to her astromech.

"Chopper, remind me to sound proof Sabine's room. Otherwise the rest of this war will be very loud."