Chapter 7
WARNING: Just for general safety of the overall rating, this particular chapter may be rated M for a little nudity. Viewer discretion is advised. (I suppose)
"What are you doing here?"
Sabine tensed and stayed quiet for a few moments. She soon realized the voice she heard wasn't Hera's, but even then her heart didn't slow down.
"I could ask you the same thing," she replied, staying casual.
"Same reason you're here."
Sabine smiled and looked up at the face of the one crew member she did not want to lose the most, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw his eyes. Ezra stood above her, and saw he was smiling, too; But he was looking out the viewport. Hera had left the Ghost in normal space while they slept so they wouldn't overshoot their jump and crash into a star or a planet.
Ezra finally broke the silence, "Why are you still awake?"
He mentally slapped himself from the stupid question.
"I couldn't sleep. I was exercising in my room a little bit and... well... You know," she replied.
"Too energized," Ezra finished. He leaned against the wall, but didn't take his eyes off the stars.
Sabine continued staring at Ezra, thinking of the painting she had made of him in her room. If he saw it somehow, she wouldn't know what to do.
"I'm gonna head back to my room," she said. She paused for a few moments and before she could lose her courage, she added one more thing. "Meet me there in 10 minutes?"
Ezra looked at her, surprised. "I uh... y-yeah. Sure thing."
Sabine smiled and left for her room. The entire way back her head was spinning. After she got back in her room, the first thing she did was cover up the lifesize painting of Ezra.
'Why do I have this when I have the real Ezra here,' she thought to herself. It hurt to even think about cleaning that one up, considering she put so much detail into it. She would ask Hera if she could just get a different wall panel installed.
About ten minutes later, she heard a chime at her door and she opened it to see Ezra; Punctual as usual. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw him; His short cropped hair, his wonderful blue eyes, that nervous grin he gets whenever he's around her. It really was no secret he was in love with her, but for once she was the one blind to it.
"H-Hey," Sabine said, obviously a bit nervous as well. "You actually came." She thought about those words and instantly blushed. "I-I mean... You actually showed up..."
Ezra grinned nervously, "Of course I uh... showed up." Thanks to Sabine, he was able to watch what he said to prevent anything from getting awkward... or at least any more awkward than it already was for them.
He cleared his throat, "So uh... what did you need, I mean want?"
"Just... needed some company, is all," she said, hinting that she did have a need for him there, not just a want.
"Alright... I uh... I can come in right?" he asked.
Sabine blushed again, but lighter than before. "Oh, yeah..."
She turned around and walked further into her room, allowing Ezra to come in. He closed the door, knowing full well Sabine prefered her door to be closed at all times. She double checked the covering she put over her Ezra painting to make sure it wouldn't fall while he was in there. Ezra was curious what was underneath the covering, but he had respect for Sabine's privacy so he didn't even ask. He already knew it was something with her art.
After 15 minutes of talking, Sabine stood up to stretch, but instantly grimaced and sat back down. Ezra began to worry, but Sabine kept telling him she was fine. They talked for 2 more minutes and Sabine winced again, this time rubbing her back with her hand.
"Alright, what's wrong?" Ezra asked.
"I told you it's..." she began, but she could see in his eyes he wasn't taking that as an answer anymore.
"My back is a little sore," she admitted. "It's been sore since I worked out earlier."
"Anything I could do to help?" Ezra asked.
Sabine looked down, one thought in her mind, and she blushed. "Are you good with back massages?"
Ezra blushed, "I uh... I don't know. I've never given one before."
Sabine bit her lip, "It's easy. All you have to do is put pressure on a certain area and move your hands in a circular motion."
She could tell he wasn't quite catching on, so she decided to demonstrate. "Take off your shirt."
Ezra looked at her in shock. "Wait, what?"
"I said take off your shirt. I'm going to show you what a massage is," she replied, trying not to blush any more than she already was.
"I uh... O-Okay," Ezra stammered as he struggled to take his shirt off, revealing his muscle toned abdomen, chest, and arms. Sabine's head began to spin again, and she felt very hot.
"Alright... now turn around," she said, trying not to stammer. Ezra turned his back to Sabine and she laid her hands on his back. She could feel his muscles tense at her touch, but they felt naturally tense.
She began to demonstrate how to perform a back massage, and just moments later, his back didn't feel so tense. In fact, Ezra seemed to be swaying a bit.
"Ezra?" she began, trying to see if he was paying attention. She shook his bare shoulder, "Ezra..."
Suddenly, his head shook and he blinked. He looked around and saw Sabine, staring at him, a look of relief on her face.
"Kriff, did you fall asleep?" she asked, giggling.
"I uh... sorry," he said. "That felt great."
"Okay now it's my turn," she said as she began taking her top off.
Ezra blushed as he watched her strip off her shirt, "Wait, do you have to be shirtless for this?"
"It's better that way," she said, turning her back to him now. Her face was completely red; Sleeping with him was interesting enough for her, and now she's stripping for him. 'No, it's not like that. He's just giving you a back massage. That's... That's all it is,' she thought to herself.
"Hey, um... Ezra..." she said.
"Hm?"
"You're going to have to... take off my bra," she forced out, blushing furiously. She turned to see a very, very red Ezra behind her.
"Wait, wait, wait... I-I'm going t-to have to do... what?" he stammered.
"Yeah... the straps get in the way so... can you at least unclip the straps?" she asked, then.
"Y-Yeah. S-S-Sure th-thing," he said as he unclipped the bra straps.
As soon as she felt the tension in the straps go slack, she did the rest of the work. She slipped off her bra and crossed her arms in an 'X' fashion to cover herself. Both teens were blushing beyond all possibility. The sexual tension skyrocketed; It almost felt as if the walls were going to buckle from the tension they were feeling.
"Alright... Ezra don't you dare look!" Sabine said as she slowly uncrossed her arms.
"W-What are you doing?" he asked, his eyes darting to everywhere except Sabine. He was fighting the urge to look back.
"I'm just going to lie on my stomach," she said. "It should be a bit easier."
"Easier f-for w-what?"
"Don't... don't worry about it..." she answered.
She laid down on her stomach then, using the pillows for cushioning. Sabine took a deep breath and sighed. "Alright... I'm ready." She blushed and quickly added, "For the massage, I mean."
"Where do I start?"
"Shoulders and upper back would be nice."
Ezra laid his hands on her upper back and applied some pressure. Sabine urged him to put more pressure on her back until it was perfect.
"Alright, keep that amount of pressure and do what I demonstrated earlier," she said.
Ezra began to massage Sabine's back, keeping the right amount of pressure focused on her back. As he was working, an unexpected wave of pleasure filled Sabine's senses and she fought back a gasp or a moan. Instead, she let out a sigh to relieve the pressure.
'Kriff, this feels really good. But why am I feeling this amount of pleasure?' she thought to herself. She didn't want Ezra to stop. She wanted him to keep going for the rest of the night. Still she tried to hold back the pleasure, but her defenses her failing.
"Oohh..." she moaned.
Ezra stopped for a moment, but Sabine told him to keep going.
"I'm not hurting you am I?" he asked.
"No, you're doing great," Sabine said.
Ezra continued the massage and Sabine fought back any more moans from the unexpected, but not entirely unwelcome, pleasure.
After a couple more minutes past, Ezra was about to stop when the door opened.
"Sabine, I hate to bother you this late but..." Hera said but stopped short when she saw what was going on. The two teens yelped, surprised at the sudden entrance. Ezra about fell off the bed and Sabine covered herself as much as she could with the blankets.
"HERA!" both Ezra and Sabine yelled.
"What were you two doing in here?" she asked, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.
"I-I was... I was just..." Ezra stammered, but Sabine finished his sentence.
"He was just giving me a back message..."
"Were you now?" Hera asked, looking straight at Ezra.
"It's true. She said her back was sore so I offered to give her a message," Ezra explained.
"So where's your shirt?" Hera pointed out.
"I gave him one right before he... right before he gave me one," Sabine said.
Hera stared at the two teens, her suspicion slowly fading.
"Alright, but don't get any ideas. I don't want little Ezras and Sabines running about my ship," she sighed as she left the room, closing it after her.
"What? I-I mean... We weren't..." Ezra stammered but Hera was already gone. He was blushing and he noticed Sabine was also blushing.
"Any opinions?" he asked, nervously.
Sabine only stared at him, still wrapped in her blankets. She had a dreamy expression on her face. Ezra had to snap her out of it to get anything from her.
"Sabine?" he said.
"Huh? Oh I'm... I'm sorry did you say something?" she asked. Hera's warning was still buzzing through her head.
"I asked if you had any opinions," he repeated.
"What about?"
"About what Hera just said," Ezra replied.
"Oh, um... I uh..." Sabien stammered. Her heart was beating a million parsecs per minute. She smiled nervously at Ezra whose blush only deepened.
"Hey uh... you weren't thinking of... that were you? You're not serious, right?" he asked.
If it was physically possible to blush any more than Sabine and Ezra already were, then they would be; But they're already blushing as hard as physically possible.
"I uh... We... I..." Sabine couldn't say anything. She didn't know what to say for that matter. "You mean... it? No... I wasn't... I wasn't trying to, uh..."
Sabine felt like she was going to die of embarrassment. "I'm sorry... I wasn't trying to..."
"It's alright. I understand," Ezra said. They stared at each other for a few more moments, before Ezra stood up. "I should leave... Have a *cough* have a good night."
"E-Ezra..." Sabine began.
"No it's alright, really. I shouldn't be in here all night anyway," he said as he put his shirt back on and walked to the door.
Sabine really wanted him to stay, but she couldn't build the nerve to tell him everything. He left the room and walked into his room for the rest of the night. Sabine looked down at the floor, feeling ashamed. She didn't know why; All she had Ezra do was give her a back message, which she really enjoyed.
The next morning, the Ghost was back in hyperspace, last jump to Abansaz. Everybody was energized, excited for the mission. Everybody except Sabine, that is. After Ezra left her room last night, she eventually forced herself to sleep. At first it was peaceful, but that peace was interrupted by another nightmare; This one worse than the first. This time, Ezra didn't just get shot; He got shot, and while he was down, trying to crawl to safety, a crate full of explosives near him exploded. The dream ended at that.
Sabine was still pretty shaken up about that nightmare. She never left her room either, but instead kept it closed and locked. By the time Ezra knocked on her door, she let him in and began sobbing into his shoulder. She needed to vent her emotions with somebody she trusts the most; And that somebody is Ezra.
I apologize if this chapter seemed a bit rushed. As always the ending could have been a lot better.
