Rescued by Ezra

Ezra Bridger crawled silently through the ventilation shafts over the detention level, reaching out with the **** to search for his destination.

It Ezra hadn't been the only one small enough, he knew Kanan never would have let him go. His master sensed his feelings for Sabine...and Jedi weren't supposed to develop attachments. A daring solo mission, to risk it all to impress the girl...it wasn't the Jedi way.

Ezra paused. That was it. Ezra recognised that sense more than anything else.

It was warm, burning bright and almost as beautiful as who it represented in the ****. Whenever he couldn't sleep, Ezra would close his eyes, delve into the **** and reach out across the Ghost. He would wrap his mind around the comforting concentration that was Sabine, sinking himself into her very body, basking in her perfection as he drifted off. His proudest achievement so far in his training, in Ezra's opinion, was that he was able to hold a conversation, or carry out a task flawlessly while at the same time being able to wander his mind into Sabine. Ezra worried that she was would catch him. On occasion he had seen Sabine's pupils dilate, or twitch involuntarily, or begin perspiring...feeling intimate with someone who wasn't there.

Once he was over the correct cell, Ezra peered through the grille. Sure enough, there was Sabine's vibrant hair. She was alone. Now was his chance.

Loosening the grille and pulling it silently back inside the vent with the ****, Ezra jumped down.

xxx

Sabine jumped when someone suddenly landed in front of her. Her fear instantly died away when she saw it was Ezra, only to be replaced by a far worse emotion.

Embarrassment.

Of all the people to see her dressed in nothing but a very flimsy dress, it just had to be Ezra Bridger.

xxx

Ezra couldn't believe what he was seeing. Sabine Wren the most beautiful woman in the world, wearing the smallest garment Ezra had ever seen!

Her long, slender legs extended downwards, her ankles and bare feet twisted behind her. The loose material displayed a sizeable wedge of cleavage, her bright hair a cute, untidy mess on top of her head.

"Ezra? Ezra? Ezra!" her insistent voice jerked him back.

"Sorry. Right...err..."

"How about you start by releasing me?" Sabine suggested.

Ezra dropped down behind her to examine her bonds. As his hands fumbled with the metal bindings, his fingers brushed her calf...her ankle...her foot...her skin was as smooth and perfect as he'd imagined.

Shaking his head and trying to concentrate, Ezra started to move towards his lightsaber, but quickly caught himself...that was only going to end badly. Reaching once more into the ****, Ezra popped free first one ankle and then the other.

Standing up, Ezra ****-opened Sabine's wrist bindings. While he worked, Ezra couldn't take his eyes off her shoulders; just a couple of "accidental" cuts and-

The fastenings released and Sabine was free.

xxx

The moment she was free, Sabine slumped forwards, unable to support herself. Every muscle in her body was screaming as blood flowed back into them, the cramp unexpectedly and suddenly released.

Ezra had caught her as she fell, but as soon as she was able Sabine pulled herself out of his grasp, trying to ignore the fact that Ezra's hand had just brushed her right breast.

"Thanks," Sabine said, looking anywhere but at Ezra and rubbing her calf with a foot. "So what's the plan?"

"Back the way I came," Ezra replied, "want a leg up?"

Sabine glared at him.

"You go first. I'll follow."

xxx

Ezra heard Sabine swing herself up into the shaft behind him and together they started crawling.

The Empire could discover that Sabine had gone at any moment; they had to get out before the alarm was raised! But despite the time-sensitive nature of the mission, Ezra couldn't stop his mind wandering again. Into the body of the cute girl with the tousled hair. He just wanted to brush her hair...to trace her ear...to touch her neck.

Ezra sank into her once more.

In the ****, Sabine was white-hot.