"Shut up. Just shut up. If you say anything right now, you're only going to make me more mad," Sabine had explained to Ezra as they waited for the Ghost to pick them up. After the Kaiburr crystal had exploded, taking out the Star Destroyer in an epic explosion, Ezra had tried to ask Sabine about that intense kiss they'd shared in the heat of battle thirty minutes ago.

When they finally reunited with the rest of the crew, Sabine immediately went to Kanan, explaining how her mangled right arm was causing her just a little bit of discomfort but pridefully informed him that she had taken out some dangerous new types of Stormtroopers in the process. Her smile immediately vanished when Kanan immediately called out, "Ezra! Get in here! I want you to watch me work."

Sabine had previously made good use of Kanan's basic understanding in Force Healing. Even before she joined the crew, apparently he had used his skills on Hera and Zeb a few times, and she herself ended up needing his help once or twice. It was only logical that he try to teach Ezra how to use Force Healing whenever the opportunity arose. Unfortunately for both Sabine and Ezra, Sabine was really not in the mood to have Ezra poking around in her body. In any capacity.

"Kanan, if you could just-" she started to request before Ezra was turning the corner.

"What's up Ka- oh," Ezra also started and ended as he entered the commons area. Seated at their dinner table, Kanan and Sabine were about to start the procedure.

"Ezra, welcome!" Kanan happily exclaimed. Much like a father getting out the old Life Day lights, he thanked, "I'm glad you waited until you two got back to me. I know you've had some practice, but I still like to supervise. Plus, it's been a while, so why don't you show me what you remember."

Always pragmatic, Sabine acquiesced. "Fine, just be quick about it."

Kanan quickly countered, "You can't rush this stuff. Now, Ezra: I'm sensing that her elbow joint needs to be popped back into place. Start there and then work on the fracture in the upper arm."

Getting down on his knees, Ezra took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Reaching out, he began to focus in on Sabine, then to her arm, then to the joint.

Sabine was still angry, but the tingling sensation forced her to fight the small smirk that tried to grow on her lips. A Mandalorian to the core, she jabbed the burn mark from the blaster bolt she'd taken, just to keep the pain going.

Ezra felt her ignite the pain as he shifted the bone back into place. He moved his focus upwards, to the fracture beneath the burn. He was no expert in forensics, and Sabine hadn't actually told him what had happened in the fight, but he was finally grasping the picture: Sabine takes a blaster bolt to her arm, the shoulder pad just barely catches it, and it rapidly heats up from the blast. The kinetic energy fractures the bone and jolts the elbow out of place. It's amazing what a Jedi can learn when they infiltrate a person's body and soul, he couldn't help but think.

"Not too rough," Kanan ordered. He kept his hands on the table and his head down, monitoring Ezra's meandering pace.

The padawan made sure to do as he was told. While a proper Jedi master might have been able to force the bone to heal immediately, all Ezra and Kanan could do was accelerate the fibrin mesh work. Kanan worked with Ezra on it until both started to sweat from exhaustion.

"We'll do this twice every day, starting tomorrow," Kanan decided. "Let's see if we can't focus for an hour in each session. This will not be a quick fix, but it would get Sabine back into fighting shape by the end of the week."

"Thanks, but what about the burn?" Sabine asked very matter-of-factly. "Can you-"

Kanan explained, "It's either the bone or the skin, and we still have bacta patches for burns."

Ezra had come up with five different jabs to make, spanning from her Mandalorian pride to her soft, silky skin. He didn't mean for it to get so affectionate, but he was still going to keep silent, per Sabine's request. Her strong, imposing request. He was still going to be helpful and grabbed some bacta patches from one of the supply drawers. He offered it to her with a smile and nothing more.

Sabine shot him a cold, icy glare as she scrunched her lips into a smile. "Thank you, Ezra," she managed to offer in front of Kanan, whom she did not want to educate on their kiss.

Kanan was still a Jedi knight and could sense the anger, but he wrote it off as more of the typical "Ezra is getting on my nerves" anger that she went through at least once a week. He ignored it, as he was an actual adult with things to do. "I know you don't like sitting out the action, but-"

"But I have to sit the next few combat missions out," Sabine recognized. It was all too familiar to her, not that she ever had to sit out combat missions due to injuries before. She totally never got wounded until today. "I needed an excuse to repaint my armor. I'll be fine, just as long as I don't go stir crazy."

"Write down what you saw with those black storm troopers before you forget anything. That's all I need from you before dinner, so hurry up. We're finishing off the waffles," he promised, to which Sabine agreed with a smile of her own, though he could sense the worry in her spirit as she recalled those troopers of death.

Confident in their abilities, Kanan made sure that Sabine had her exo-cast firm and in place. Satisfied that the bone wouldn't warp as it healed on its own, he left the scene none the wiser. He set to work cleaning his equipment and was blissfully unaware of anything out of the ordinary until Ezra broke his rhythm by barging into his room and asking, "Hey, Kanan, what was your first kiss like?"

Strolling up to Sabine's door, Ezra took a few deep breaths and recited his thoroughly rehearsed, Kanan-approved question. His heart rattled like a spoon in a bowl with each knock he gave to the door.

"Yes?" Sabine called out in a carefully selected neutral tone.

Swallowing, Ezra cleared his throat and answered, "It's me."

There was a pause, long enough for Ezra to recognize that she was considering not saying anything. He was about to walk away, like Kanan had instructed, but Sabine opened the door. The frown was chilly. "I have questions, and you're going to answer them," she told him.

Surprised, he hastily nodded. "Yeah, sure." He hesitated, unsure of where the boundary was being drawn. "Should I... um, stay out here, or do you want me-"

She stepped aside, motioning for him to enter. He did so, tripping over his own boot and awkwardly hopping into her room.

Not interested in letting any prying ears, or astromech receptors, listen in on her, Sabine shut the door. She didn't expect Ezra to obediently sit down in the chair-table-chair compartment under her raised bed. Ezra, for his part, was following Kanan's advice blindly: submit to the woman, and make her feel taller, in control.

"You told Kanan," she deduced.

"Wow," he admitted, shoulder slouching. "How did-"

"He told me the same thing when I asked hi- wait a minute! I'm asking the questions here!" she shouted, stomping over to him and making sure she loomed over the boy.

"Yes, ma'am," he acknowledged, bowing his head.

She nodded. "Question One: Did you, or did you not like the kiss?"

Looking up at her, he offered a small smile and a nod. "I liked it a lot, I swear. You were gr-"

"Question Two!" she interrupted. "Why did you look at me like I had just suggested we surrender, or something dumb like that?" Much to her annoyance, he gave her the same, confused look that he had given her when she had kissed him.

He tried to explain, "I don't-"

"That look!" she exclaimed, pointing dramatically at his face. "Again with that look! Why do you keep giving me that look?!"

"I was confused?" he offered meekly.

"Confused about what, exactly? You know, Mandalorian females kiss about the same as human males, Ezra! It's not like it's some mysterious kiss culture!" And yet, Sabine couldn't help but notice that she was jumping through so many hoops like a culture. All for one kiss with some dumb, cute boy.

Ezra tried to pick apart that thesis to determine if she had asked a question-question or a rhetorical question.

Huffing, Sabine ran her good hand through her hair, pulling singed strands out as she combed through it. Looking down at him, she opened up. "You're not my first kiss, Ezra."

His lips twitched, but he didn't say anything.

Sabine saw a little bit of disappointment but didn't really care. "But I've known you better than most of my past partners, and you've come to mean more to me than a few of them. I've always felt a sense of pride and accomplishment when I think about how far we've come since those annoying days where you constantly flirted with me."

"I hadn't been in proximity to a woman for years, cut me some slack!" he defended with that smug grin he always had when he knew that the blame wasn't solely on him.

Puffing her cheeks, Sabine blew a sharp, slow stream of air out her mouth. When she was out of air, she nodded. "Believe me, I picked up on that fact very quickly."

He had a small laugh on her remark.

"I thought that if I ever did kiss you, you'd just... I guess look like you'd seen a supernova? Or blown up a bunch of star destroyers, or something joyful like that. I don't get why you looked at me like I was some kind of freak in the moment," she confessed, voice straining as she came up with examples. She couldn't hide the hurt in her tone, that her expectations hadn't been met.

Hesitantly raising his hand, Ezra asked, "May I ask a question?"

Narrowing her eyes, Sabine went to cross her arms and flinched as she remembered that she couldn't do that. "Go on, but if you ask something dumb I'm going to slap you."

Nodding, Ezra explained, "I don't know why you kissed me."

Sabine stared at him for one and a half seconds before turning her stare into a snarling glare and throwing her left hand back, power-swinging it into his shoulder.

He gave her a colorful expression in response.

Sabine's hand was red and stinging. "You kriffing asked me to, kriffing osik-eating di'kutt!"

Ezra's angry eyes melded into thoughtful nostalgia as he began to recall the moment in question.

"Unbelievable!" Sabine practically screamed in his face, her ego fully exploded and her feelings just a little bit hurt. "I can't believe you! I'm the one who got hit in the head! How are you not remembering the most important moment in your life?!"

Ezra began to laugh. Hard.

Sabine stared at him in shock, anger, and all sorts of desires to kill him sprang up.

Ezra kept laughing, and his laughter got harder, throatier, and he almost keeled over.

"I'm going to... to..." Sabine tried to come up with the most horrible death she could possibly imagine, but her anger went full circle, and she couldn't use her imagination in the moment.

"Sabine!" Ezra wheezed, tears nearly coming out. Smearing his hand across his eyes, he huffed and puffed and regained his composure. "Sabine," he said again, more collected.

"What?! What?! Ezra Bridger, what?!" she demanded, slamming her metal boot on the grated, metal floor with each "what" for emphasis. Chest heaving, she clenched her good fist, ready to sock him for his snarky reply.

Collected, he looked her square in the eye and finally revealed, "I told you to miss me!"

Sabine stared at him blankly.

Smiling, his head bobbed as he passionately explained, "You had just missed a bunch of shots, and I told you to shoot in their direction to cover me, and I was joking about your aim! So I told you, 'Don't forget to miss me!', but you thought I said, 'Don't forget to kiss me!' in the moment!"

Sabine continued to stare at him blankly.

Ezra's smile began to fade. "Y'know? The 'M' and 'K' sounds got mixed up?" he tried to elaborate. His smile died when he saw her eye beginning to twitch. "Sabine?" He looked farther down and saw her good fist clenching and unclenching.

Backing away, Sabine leaned against her wall. "I kissed you... because of a miscommunication." For someone who had gone through a lot of death and shooting, Sabine was giving quite the thousand-yard-stare over this. "Ha ha ha," she didn't laugh.

Jumping up, Ezra added, "It was great, though! I really appreciated tha-"

"Shut up, Ezra!" she demanded, screwing her eyes shut as she slapped her hand over her face. "Kriff! Kriff! Kriff it all!" she cursed. "Just kriff it all, aaargh!"

Always one to not understand Mandalorian ways, Ezra tried to ask, "What's the problem? Didn't you enj-"

"I put myself out there!" Sabine explained, eyes still closed. "I... I was intimate with you, because I thought we were going to die, that your plan was going to get us killed, and so I... when you asked... when I thought you asked, I figured... why not."

Ezra was finally beginning to understand. "And because you just misheard me..."

"I feel like an idiot," she finished. "And now Kanan knows I kissed you. My space dad knows I kissed his space son."

"Oops?" he meekly offered. "He doesn't think less of us, or anything like that. If you care."

"Yeah, I bet a lot of space brothers make out with their space sisters," she joked with venom in her tone. "Fantastic. You stole a kiss from me without even trying. After all these years." Lowering her hand, she opened her eyes and stared into his soul. "Whoop-de-doo."

"I'm actually very honored that you kissed me!" Ezra exclaimed. "It's been a while since a girl kissed me!"

Sabine gave him a look.

"It's... been a long while," he corrected.

Sabine raised an eyebrow.

"It's been a few years," he nearly whispered. "Okay, fine, you're my first kiss, and you're kind of the woman in my dreams, and you're- just... getting angrier, I'll go," he finally decided, strutting toward the door and hastily walking through as it opened.

Sabine, always looking to gain control over a situation, called out, "Ezra, wait."

He stopped in the open doorway, looking back with a new hope in his eyes.

"It wasn't your fault," she finally admitted. "I'm sorry for taking my frustrations out on you."

Nodding, he smiled. "Apology accepted."

"Good, I'm so glad we're not enemies," she scoffed in response.

Huffing, Ezra jabbed, "Don't forget to like me while you're at it, please."

"Fine," she acquiesced with a knowing smirk. "But I still feel a little bad. Maybe I'll give you one of my waffles."

Jumping on the opportunity, Ezra boldly asked, "Could I get another kiss?"

Laughing exactly once, she looked for something to throw at him.

"You hit me! I've earned worker's comp!" he explained with a grin. "Besides, don't you want Kanan to know that we're on good terms again? One less thing he'd have to worry about, and he'd be less inclined to tell Hera."

"I can't believe you," she laughed, strutting over to him. Grabbing his collar she smashed her lips against his. This time, he was ready, she noted as he practically shoved his tongue into her mouth. She met his with her own, and the two did a slobbery dance as they both explored the other. With her dominant hand in an exo, Sabine wasn't in a position to fully embrace him. For his part, Ezra eagerly wrapped his hands around her back and pulled her closer. Pulling her left hand away, she wrapped it around his back and felt the muscles flinch at her touch, her inquisitive and roaming touch. She had no idea that he'd become so toned, and she wasn't disappointed with his results. Hot air swamped their senses as the two began to breathe heavily through their noses, neither wanting to break their kiss. As their hands went in patterns, Ezra moved his to her slim sides, and she shivered as they trailed up and down, his gloves snagging on her Mandalorian iron. With her chestplate on, he wasn't able to massage her, or rather: grope her, but he made do. His hands trailed up to her jawline, cupping her ever so tenderly as she sucked on his tongue, swallowing his saliva for the second time in his life. As each moaned in response to the other, Sabine grabbed him by the throat and pushed him away.

Breath catching in his throat, Ezra looked at her in confusion. "Wha-?"

"You've had enough for one day," Sabine decided with her own smug grin. Strutting forward, she placed her hand on his chest. "You're okay for a first-timer, now go tell Kanan that we're on speaking terms again, okay? And don't tell him we kissed again."

Grinning, Ezra let Sabine push him out of her room. Any excuse to have her hand on him was good enough for him. "I'm pretty sure he already knows," he revealed, much to Sabine's shock. "The Force has us linked, Sabine. We can feel each other's emoti-"

"Kriff," she growled, tightening her grip on his collar. Yanking him down, she smashed her lips against his for a third time. This time, she took him by surprise and shoved her tongue into his mouth for good measure. When she felt his hands grace her back again, she shoved him back into the hallway. "If he didn't know then, he definitely knows now!" she decided. Pointing a finger at him, she ordered, "You behave, Ezra Bridger! Consider that one a loan! You tell Kanan that he can mind his own business, now go make sure my waffles get three sauce packets, and if there's any fruit you give me your share, okay?"

"But that's my share!" he argued, happy for the kiss but defiant in giving up his designated portions of food.

"I loaned you a kiss, and I expect repayment!" she countered, also happy for the kiss, but she also knew a deal when she saw one.

"Since when are you part of the Banking Clan?!" he wondered, throwing his hands into the air dramatically. "What about my Force Healing, huh? Doesn't that count for something?"

Rolling her eyes, Sabine acknowledged internally that she was having too much fun with him. "Fine, that one was for the Force Healing, this one's for the waffles and fruit," she decided as she marched out of her room, grabbed him by the throat and pulled him into a fourth kiss.

Careful not to push his luck, Ezra kept his hands and tongue to himself, though he couldn't contain his grin.

After a few seconds, and a few stifled snickerings from both of them, Sabine let go and stepped back. "Now get going!" she ordered again, shooing him away with her hand.

Saluting her, Ezra strutted away. "Anything for you, my dhar'tome!" he called back.

Laughing, she cupped her hand under her mouth and proclaimed, "I'm the wrong gender for that!" She actually wasn't, but seeing him go red was worth it, and she could always explain it to him later. Turning back to her room, Sabine sat down and let her thoughts wander for a few minutes, a dumb smile stretched across her face, until she remembered the task at hand. Getting out a datapad, she considered what she would write on those Death Troopers. It had been an exciting day, and Sabine knew that more were on the horizon, but in that moment she was satisfied with how she was leaving things. She was unsure of what, if anything, would come next, but she felt that the time she'd spent so far was worthwhile enough.

Chuckling, she thought aloud, "Dear diary, today I kissed Death and Ezra. One was a glorious, strong, gripping sensation, and the other was Ezra."

The End, for now.

A/N: Woohoo! I'm super happy with how this turned out! Yes, that's right. I wrote ALL of this because of a "Don't forget to miss/kiss me" confusion joke. The dance, the fight, the romance, it was all a setup for this one joke! Ahahahaha! Well, I also had a lot of fun writing everything else. And yes, you read that ending right. I may revisit this in the future, depending on what I'm thinking and how the last season of our favorite show goes. :'D I'd appreciate any feedback, even if it's just, "How dare you not want this ship to happen in the show!"

Thanks for reading this far, and who knows that tomorrow will bring!