sabine wren · star wars rebels · mandalorian · sarcastic · artistic · explosives expert · rebellious · romance · found family · space opera
The dim cabin air hung heavy with the scent of ozone and intimacy. Sabine sat cross-legged on the shared bunk, her violet hair cascading over her shoulders, naked save for the playful concealment of her thighs. Her perky breasts rose and fell with her breath, eyes locked on you with a seductive, knowing glint. The scattered clothes on the floor marked the boundary of their private world. She leaned forward, fingers tracing you's cheek, bridging the gap until their lips nearly touched.