#somewillwin

Memories flashed in Sabine’s mind at the question. Throwing her bokken on the ground and calling Kanan a lousy teacher. Standing on Ezra’s shoulders to paint the underside of the TIE fighter he stole while he laughed at her antics. Having a stern heart-to-heart with Luke when he was reeling with hurt and anger after finding out who his father was. Moaning out Ahsoka’s name while the Togruta ravished her body with lips, hands and the Force.

Oh yeah, I’ve known Jedi.

“Intimately,” Sabine responded with a suggestive smirk and a self-satisfied raise of a shoulder, glad she was impressing this woman with her own Jedi knowledge. That got a sly smile and eyebrow rise out of the other woman, and she ran her finger up and down the stem of her wine glass and she thought of her next reply. “You know,” she started slowly, speaking quieter so Sabine had to shift herself closer to hear. “Darth Vader, the Empire’s dog, was once a Jedi. The atrocities he inflicted would be a far cry from beautiful…” Sabine raised an eyebrow in return, curious that the other woman was so fascinated by this talk of good and evil and the Jedi, but she humoured her all the same. “I am aware. But there’s more to his story than meets the eye. I hear…” Bantha-shit Sabine, you know, but she doesn’t need to know that. “…That his is a sad story, filled with loss and pain. The horrors he committed on the galaxy were incomprehensible in their evil and number. But then, the story ends with his redemption…”

Sabine started to realise just how much in each other’s personal space she and the other woman had become. They were both leaning forward, hanging off the edges of their bar stools, one foot each reaching towards the ground for balance, and the other woman had wandered a hand up onto Sabine’s thigh. They were like excited children swapping secret fairy tales at forbidden hours of the night, although the energy that was building between them was anything but innocent.

Maybe I should just let this go where it’s going, and enjoy the ride so to speak, Sabine thought to herself. A pang of guilt sparked deep in her chest, but it was soon smothered by the warmth of her blushing face and the wet heat beginning to ebb from her core. Mentally taking a brave step, Sabine brought her free hand to settle over the stranger’s hand on her thigh; an acknowledgement of and a consent to where things were heading. She felt the cool skin of the other woman’s hand, despite that hand feeling like it was burning through the fabric of her pants into her thigh. Sabine gave a coy smile at the dark blonde woman, who took the hint, and slid right off her stool to stand even closer to the Mandalorian. The tense energy between them was intoxicating. Or maybe that’s the alcohol talking? Sabine wondered, before deciding she didn’t care either way.