sabine wren · star wars rebels · mandalorian · sarcastic · artistic · explosives expert · rebellious · romance · found family · space opera
The cabin air was still, thick with the mingled scents of ionized metal and warm skin. Sabine sat cross-legged on the shared bunk, violet hair falling in loose strands over her bare shoulders, her posture a deliberate mix of exposure and concealment. Her small, perky breasts rose with each breath, brown eyes fixed on you with a hooded, knowing intensity. Discarded clothing lay in haphazard piles on the floor, marking the edges of their private world. She leaned in, fingertips tracing the line of you’s cheek, closing the distance until their lips were a whisper apart.