Sabezra Fics

A Very Hoth Night

HO HO HO AND a merry Christmas to all of y'all!!!! So now I've got a few Christmas sabezra stories for you! Please do tell me what you think, you know the drill! This one's set near the Empire Strikes Back in the timeline, where the Ghost crew are visiting Hoth, and one mandalorian isn't taking the cold too well...

Hoth, in short, was the most cold Sabine had ever been in her whole life - and she'd been cold before. But a winter's night on Mandalore was nothing compared to Hoth. Attilon was in stark contrast to this icicle of a planet, with the frosty breeze that danced around her ears and nipped at her nose as well as the bad breath of the tauntauns. Though they were only visiting for three days, she already felt like she was going to freeze. Despite the fun of ice and snow during the day, it was just too cold.

Ezra, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying himself amid the intense conditions. Despite being here for recon and intel, he managed to squeeze in snowball fights with practically everyone, including fierce competition with  himself and Zeb versus Kanan and Rex. There was also eating - well, more like stuffing himself till he could barely move - dishes such as Wampa meat and drinking delicious Hoth chocolate with tauntaun milk in celebration of Wookiee Life Day. Lights with wreaths of leaves and fruit were everywhere, and Ezra took delight in bugging the older, more serious rebel pilots, bombarding them with questions about their X-Wings; the padawan wanted to fly them, of course.

Yes, Ezra was having the time of his life. Sabine was a little more glass-half-empty than he.

Night, Echo Base

"S' too cold," Sabine muttered subconsciously, turning in her bunk that seemed to shiver along with her. The icy wind that occasionally whisked through the halls chilled her to the bone, even with her warmest clothes on, and she was starting to wonder whether she'd get hypothermia. Happy Life Day indeed.

What she didn't realise was that Ezra could sense her discomfort, not to mention hear her sneezing, coughing and shivering. And so he decided that he was cold, too. What better excuse than to snuggle with Sabine? Besides, Kanan and Hera had each other. Zeb had his multitude of fur. And Chopper was a droid! Ezra was totally ready for some hero duty. He crawled out of his bunk and went over to hers.

Sabine opened her eyes wearily to find Ezra standing over her, hands on hips with a soft smile on his face. For some reason, she felt immediately comforted and aggravated at the same time, like he'd warmed her just by being there.
"Pssst. Sabine!" He whispered, and Sabine noticed that despite the cold, the cocky Jedi had a gleam in his eye.
"W-W-What?" She whispered back, her teeth chattering.
"Mind if I join you?" He asked, and at the same time he realised how suggestive it sounded when her eyes bugged out and she went a fiery shade of red.
"What?? Ezra, are you for real?" She asked tiredly.

He hastened to reassure her.
"Not like that! Though you clearly thought about it. Just... contact. Survival one-oh-one! I'm cold, you're even colder. Relax. Don't you want all ten toes? C'mon. Scoot over, Sabinecicle."

She narrowed her eyes at h m and raised an eyebrow as he grabbed an extra blanket.
"Did you really just cross my name with icicle? And besides, I d-don't need all ten toes, anyway."
He shrugged, gently dealing the blanket over her.

"Suuure you don't. Is it me? Do I smell that bad? 'Cause you should know that I have finished puberty now."
Sabine snorted. "You wish. You never grew up! And -ugh, fine. But the right side is my side. You aren't getting it."
Ezra chuckled, "Picky, picky. Alright, it's snuggle time. You'll be sweating 'cause of my hotness before you know it."

He lay down beside her, and she was just formulating a sarcastic retort when she found that she couldn't complain any longer. He radiated warmth like a molten ray of sun. He turned to face her, resisting a full on whoop of joy.
"You can come closer, Wren. I'm not a man-eating Wampa, you know."
She scoffed, but couldn't help moving towards him, and his heat. He breathed out happily, closing his arms around her middle and making her sides tingle. The warmth enveloped her like a cocoon, and she wondered how exactly she'd got into this situation. It wasn't remotely like she'd expected.
He didn't smell bad at all - more like hints of Hoth chocolate and orange, as well as that gorgeous scent of his that she couldn't name but, quite frankly, turned her on just a bit.
His face was so close to hers, and when his sparkling blue eyes met her soft orange-brown ones, she reckoned they might not last the night.

Sabine didn't realise she was burying her face into his chest until he made a low noise of contentment. She pulled away, embarrassed, and he let out a chortle.
"I didn't mind. We can still go for the snuggle sesh."
She rolled her eyes. Earlier in the day, he had been all out teasing her about being cold - and with that, very bad pick-up pines which never ceased to crack her up. These included him sliding next to her at lunch with a, "Your lips are blue. Want me to warm them up for you?" and winking in a highly ridiculous manner. He knew, of course, that he looked ridiculous rather than suave and he emphasised it. His second one-liner was even worse:
"It's so cold my mouth is numb - you should kiss me before we get frostbite."
She had a feeling that if he said those now, however, things might get tense. And he was not going to make this awkward. So she shuffled to her side, and he shuffled the same way. She put her back to his stomach and felt him shift.

"Hmmm. This is good. Feels good to be the big spoon. Because you know we're technically spooning, right?"
As he said this, he casually draped an arm around her, making her tingle even more. She opened one eye.
"Please. You're the little spoon. I'm just freezing my butt off here."
He laughed, which sent vibrations up his spine, and did little to set her hormones at ease. Although she was gradually slipping into her comfort zone at least.

He snuggled closer, the temperature outside dropping.
"Your butt's anything but freezing to me."
Her face flamed up, and she felt him laugh again. Now she didn't know if she wanted to kiss him or slap him. If she weren't so tired, that is.
"Shut up, Bridger."
He grinned, and seemed to get sleepier by the minute.
"Mmmhmm. You'd like being the big spoon." He mumbled now. "Get to hold m'stuff."

Sabine flicked his shoulder. "And on that wonderful thought, it's time for you to sleep, Ezra."
He yawned and managed to grin. "You know you would. You just like... being... close to me."
Sabine felt herself drift into slumber, and, holding Ezra's hands around her, felt that she didn't want to be anywhere else. He nestled his face into the crook of her neck and as their breathing slowed and the warmth sunk in, the cold wasn't so bad anymore.

Hey hey heyyyyy!!! How was that? And there's more from where that came from! I have actually LOVED the half of the third season, and while it's not the same as the first and second, they've all grown up a little and sabezra is still happening! Plus Ezra completely rejected Maul. SO HA!