What's up, mi amigos? So this one was a scent prompt off tumblr for, you guessed it, sabezra week, and I thought: hey - why don't I get inspired off that scene in Visions of Hope? The one where she tells him she can 'track him' by his scent? Because that was totally flirting, by the way. And how would they react internally? It was too good not to write a mini fic. So here it is!Enjoyyyyy!!!!

She knew what he smelled like. His brain went "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!" at that. For Ezra, he didn't care whether it was insulting or not - he loved the tone of which she said it. He knew she was less than serious, and was completely taken aback: hey, did she just flirt back? But still. He washed, okay? It wasn't like he smelt like a sewer. He had showers! He was a clean street rat, these days. He made sure of it. He's promised himself he'd never be dirty again. So he knew she was teasing. And he liked it. Very, very much. Though if she really COULD smell him, well, it would be a thing to consider. Because he could smell her, and to Ezra she smelt wonderful. When she was freshly washed, she smelled of the fragrant jogan blossoms in the orchards before the Empire destroyed them, floral, sweet and spicy at the same time. That was his favourite. When she messed around with clay or miss, she was surrounded by a natural, earthy scent - like the smell of rain hitting the grasses of Lothal, or the old spine trees that used to be there. Even in all the action, whenever he was close to her he couldn't help catching her scent. But he kept that to himself. For Sabine, he didn't smell that bad either. Certainly not as bad as the sewers. But she enjoyed teasing him, and now it was a running joke between them. What she'd never tell him was that he actually smelt good. Really good. He had his own signature scent that she tried to find a name for many times but couldn't pinpoint. It was... like sandalwood, woody and filled with spice most days, and when he bothered to take a shower it was mixed in with something clean and with sparkling freshness, like dewdrops on a leaf. Agh, she sounded silly saying it, and it was hard to describe but there was something else there she couldn't name, no matter how hard she tried. So that night, when they got back into the Ghost and Ezra and Hera came in from outside, Sabine knew the perfect way to cheer him up and say goodnight. As Ezra walked towards his room, Sabine poked her head out of hers. He turned, and she said, "Smell you later, Bridger," grinning. He was startled, and then took into account of what that could mean. He snorted, and gave her a devilish grin as he replied, "Anytime, Wren," and saluted, whistling and skipping back to his room. Her eyes widened and she shook her head, smiling.