Ezra wasn’t quite sure what to think. On one hand, his experiment was successful and he’d learned a new ability. Yet on the other hand, Sabine was now far more muscular than she’d ever been. Like, really buff. She’d always had that toned figure of someone who regularly did fitness. He liked that about her. Girls who had some muscle have always been attractive to the young Jedi.
As they walked through the rebel base, however, he became all too aware of how Sabine possessed more than a little muscle. The skintight bodysuit she wore – sometimes out of combat too – hugged her chiseled figure. Ezra could see each individual muscle in her back, gathered together like a landscape of small hills. His gaze washed over her bulging traps; her developed lats; her narrow waist that was flanked by dense obliques.
“The gym is always open, right?” Sabine asked suddenly.
“Huh? Oh, yeah. They changed their policy a couple of weeks ago, since not everyone is awake during the day. So the janitors just leave the doors unlocked. All they ask of you is that the equipment is put away in the right place once you’re done, and that you clean up after yourself.”
With the Rebellion being made out of many different races, of which some were nocturnal, it was a conscious decision to cater to everyone’s needs where possible. That wasn’t easy. There were so many differences; from being covered in hair like a wookie, to having scales as skin like a trandoshian. Still, it was the effort that counted.
Sabine nodded. “Thanks, wasn’t so sure anymore. It’s been a while since I made use of the gym equipment. I’ve been stuck with what I have aboard the Ghost, thanks to our recent missions. Command has been keeping us busy. Even though I said I plan on going to Mandalore soon.” She muttered the last part; her annoyance palpable.
As they walked together, Ezra found himself lagging behind from time to time. It was a subconscious action. His curiosity was too strong for him to resist. The more he inspected Sabine’s physique, the more he appreciated it. His eyes roamed her sculpted backside, taking in every detail of her back. Even her shoulders were big and defined. Ezra gulped at the sight of Sabine’s glutes. Not just those perfect twins, but the rest of her legs too. He’d never thought that a muscular girl’s legs could be so exciting!
Sabine’s thighs were completely covered with beef. From her sturdy hamstrings, to her hard quads. Walking around caused them to flex on their own. And thanks to her bodysuit, he could see every detail.
“So, you’re not mad after all?” He spoke up.
She looked back questioningly. “Should I be? Ezra, I already told you it’s fine. Sure, I was surprised at first – anyone would be. But this isn’t all that bad. If anything, I’m slowly getting used to this new look. It suits me, no?”
“Yeah, definitely!” Ezra’s mouth snapped shut after his little outburst, and his cheeks flushed immediately. Too little, too late; Sabine had noticed if her smirk was any indication. “I mean… You look great, ‘Bine.”
“Thanks, Ezra. Glad to hear you approve.” She tucked a strand of dark purple hair behind her ear, smiling gently.
Apparently she was far more open to the sudden transformation than he’d given her credit for. It was almost strange. However, there was no denying that Sabine felt confident. He could see it in how she walked with long, confident strides that showed off her legs. Even her posture was a bit wider. Which worked well with her wider shoulders and lats.
They passed several rebels on the way, who were gob smacked by the Mandalorian’s muscular appearance. People either openly stared or tried to be subtle about. Sabine drank in the attention, smiling with confidence as she made her way towards the gym. Ezra was in awe of her. Well, he’d always been interested in the feisty artist, but her current demeanor and appearance was growing on him.
Sabine pushed the doors to the gym open once they arrived. They both took a good look, spotting several rebels inside. The room was only about a quarter filled, however, as most of the equipment was still available. There were two female humans running on the treadmill, a buff red-haired woman doing bicep curls in front of a mirror, two men – human and Zabrak – loudly discussing their recent gains, a burly trandoshian doing deadlifts while a friend watched, and a protocol droid cleaning in a corner. That meant they had plenty of space to work with. Lucky them.
“Alright then. What should we start with?” Sabine wondered out loud, rolling her striated shoulders and popping her knuckles.
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