Warning! This chapter contains HEAVY Lemons...if you're under 18 or it's not in your taste skip this chapter!
Chapter 9: Explorations in The Refresher
Explorations In The Refresher:
Ezra's head felt like it was in the clouds, he was flying so high on happy endorphins. He wasn't really sure how he'd gotten so lucky, but in the course of only one cycle of Mandalore around its star, Sabine had changed their relationship from 'friends only' to 'Holy Poodoo, we're a COUPLE!' And now... Now they were bonded and MARRIED!
Ezra just couldn't believe it.
Yes, he'd done his research and looked up the Mandalorian vows out of sheer wishful thinking years ago, but not on purpose. He'd actually been looking for Mando'a endearments to impress the beautiful and oh so badass girl, even as Sabine was turning down his attempts at flirting over and over and ever so painfully over again. He'd never found just the right time to use those endearments because they were so much more than just your average 'sweetie' or 'babe'. But they and the Wedding Vows he'd stumbled upon always lingered in the back of his mind because Ezra had just KNOWN that she was the only girl for him. She'd just felt so right, so perfect. And Ezra had learned from a very young age to listen to his instincts because they were always right. He now knew that what he'd been listening to was the Force and its helpful whispers.
And man, was he ever grateful that he had when it came to Sabine.
Roughly three and a half mostly patient-years after meeting her, he was being led by a secretly smiling Sabine up the ramp of the Gauntlet, down a hallway, past half a dozen doors, and then into the only big cabin that he'd claimed as his own for obvious reasons. (It was his ship after all.) From there, she continued boldly on, right into the small private refresher.
Ezra was now on the verge of freaking out. He had no idea what she intended to happen but he was hard as a rock in his pants at the endless possibilities zipping through his mind. How far was she intending for them to go? Technically, they were married now, and that usually came with certain benefits. But they'd only been 'together' for ONE day. No matter how much he wanted to just grab her and bury himself in her with zero preliminaries, even his foggy, lust-addled mind knew that full-on consummation was seriously rushing things.
For now, Ezra would content himself with just getting to hold her a little more, and receiving a few of those amazing kisses wouldn't be frowned upon either.
But he soon discovered that Sabine had other ideas. Really, really, good ideas.
Sabine let go of her new husband's (Holy Osik! She was married!) hand once they were in the refresher and the door had closed behind them. She turned and faced him and pointedly looked him up and down as she crossed her arms over her chest, her mouth-watering at how sexy he looked all streaked with sweat and dirt. "Kay, Ezra, Strip."
Ezra visibly gulped and stared at her with wide eyes. (Okay, more like one wide eye and one squinty eye cause his left one was barely open, but whatever.) "What?"
Sabine smirked. "You heard me, husband. Strip. You can't take a proper shower with the rest of your clothes still on."
Ezra gulped again as his hands reached for the fastener on his pants. "If you're sure?" He had no problem showing Sabine the rest of his body, but it seemed like a massive leap forward in the relationship curve to him.
Sabine rolled her eyes at him. "Would I have said it if I didn't mean it?" her tone bordering on exasperation.
Ezra shook his head quickly. "No. No. You're right. Stupid question. You only say what you mean. I know that." His hands were still hovering on the fastener.
"And you're not moving because...?" A single shapely purple brow rose to nearly her hairline in an impressive show of talent.
Ezra jumped back into motion like he'd been zapped by Chopper, whisking his pants down to his ankles in two seconds flat. He flushed red in embarrassment immediately after as he realized his boots were in the way. "Karabast," he muttered, bending over and undoing the boots so he could awkwardly toe them off with his pants hindering his movements. He turned even redder as Sabine giggled softly.
"Real smooth there, Ezra. It's a good thing you're not trying to impress me."
Ezra suppressed the urge to growl out loud. Of course, he was trying to impress her. He was ALWAYS trying to impress her. Finally free of his boots and pants, he stood up straight once more, now clad in only his tight black underwear.
Sabine eyed him appreciatively, liking the strong muscles in his thighs and calves, the big and narrow feet with cute toes, and most definitely the v of his hip bones that disappeared inside the low waistband of his shorts and pointed the way to a very nice bulge in his crotch area. "Me likey. Now let's see the rest. I want to know what I just attached myself to for the rest of our lives."
Ezra couldn't believe how calm she was being about all this. He was in a refresher with her. ALONE. And as he was stripping naked. He was on the verge of hyperventilating. Only his meditation training was keeping him from flat out fainting from lack of air. But it wasn't doing a thing to keep him from being both incredibly turned on and scared out of his mind. Needing some reassurance that he wasn't alone in this crazy moment, he peeked at her feelings via their bond and instantly felt a wave of relief; Sabine was just as turned on and scared as he was, but she was doing a phenomenal job of hiding it behind her tough-girl persona.
"Okay." Controlling the trembling in his fingers out of sheer willpower alone, Ezra pushed his undershorts down and kicked them off to the side with his boots and pants. Then he had to school himself into making some sort of attempt at looking confident and not huddle over himself in a pathetic instinct to hide, drawing strength from the fact that she was feeling the same things he was whether she showed it or not.
Sabine blinked as she got her first up close and personal look at an intelligent being's cock. (Pictures, holovids, and random animals didn't count.) It was both ugly and beautiful in a weird way, being kind of purple and veiny. It was a work of art only someone physically attached to it would love. Sabine realized she was going to be included in that category sometime in the very near future which made her snort in amusement. She was also quite thankful that she was a girl and didn't have to deal with having a dick flopping around between her legs all the time. How annoying that must be. And from a fighter's point of view, it was definitely a weak link in the evolution of humanoids. Keeping it in a sheath-like an animal seemed like a much more practical idea.
"I know it's kind of got a mind of its own, but you don't need to laugh at it," Ezra said, all offended and on the verge of diving for his shorts and pulling them back on.
Sabine shook her head quickly, realizing her mistake at once and making a mental note to herself to never laugh in any fashion that might be misconstrued as making fun of Ezra's manhood. "No, Ez'ika. I wasn't laughing at you. I was just thinking your cock was a work of art, I swear."
Ezra relaxed a fraction but kept up the suspicious glare anyway. "Then what were you laughing at?"
Sabine took the step that separated them and put her hand on his chest, looking up at him with sincere eyes. "Myself. Nothing for you to worry about." Her eyes were drawn down to the pad of muscle her hand was resting on and she smiled coyly. "Why don't you step into the shower? I want to see all of the wonderful masterpiece that is you glistening with water." Her finger traced a pattern over his chest as she spoke, prompting another audible gulp from Ezra. Her hand trailed up to his shoulder and then cupped the back of his head, pulling his mouth down to hers for a quick kiss.
The kiss turned into a very long one as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into his side, Ezra's other large hand cupped her jaw and cheek tenderly. Now this, he understood. Kissing was definitely in his comfort zone and helped him forget how unfair it was that he was butt naked while she was still fully dressed. The only thing missing from her body right now was her helmet.
Sabine moaned into Ezra's mouth, wondering how he had taken control of the kiss and noticing that she was now basically straddling one of his hard thighs. As she leaned even closer into him, her center rubbed against his thigh, sending pleasant shocks through her and making her core clench in need. Oh, stars, that was good. Within moments she had herself plastered to him and was rocking against his thigh over and over as their tongues dueled in a corresponding fashion.
She didn't realize she'd become so mindless with passionate need until she felt her muscles clench in an approaching climax. By that point, she didn't want to stop. But she also wanted to include Ezra in the experience. Parting their lips for a moment, she grabbed his hand off her face and placed it between her legs where she wanted it. "Rub me, Ezra," she panted.
Ezra started in surprise, then did as she asked, not really able to feel any details of what he was touching through her clothes, but it seemed like it was sufficient enough for her. He drank in her beautiful features; skin flushed with pleasure, fiery dark amber eyes fully dilated with arousal, lips slightly swollen and parted as she gasped and whined quietly with each rock of her hips against his hand, all topped by the cream and purple hair that was beginning to stick to her forehead from the heat they were generating between them.
He was panting too, his cock throbbing against her thigh and being stimulated with every movement she made. In less than half a minute of riding his fingers, Sabine's eyes closed and she stiffened and stilled, moaning softly. Ezra froze, captivated by how gorgeous she looked as she came and by the amazing amount of Force energy she was throwing off right now. Kriff, he was the luckiest guy in the galaxy.
As Sabine came back to her senses, she pulled back with a gasp, eyes wide in shock. She'd never been able to get herself off that fast before on her own. Not even close. "Holy Poodoo, Ezra! That was kriffing amazing!"
Ezra drew her a step forward again and hugged her, smiling like a happy Loth-cat into her hair and ignoring his protesting dick for being shut down for the moment. "I wish I could take some credit for that, Sabine, but I think you did that all your own."
Sabine flushed in instinctive mortification before pushing it aside, knowing that was silly now. They were a team, best friends, and not that far away from literally being joined at the hip. She could be mature about this. Sort of. She took a deep breath and peeked up at his face, seeing only love and need in his eyes. "I guess I got kind of carried away in the moment and how kriffing hot you are. I swear it wasn't my intention to hump your leg like a horny Mooka."
Ezra chuckled softly, running his fingers through her silky hair. "You can hump me anyway or anywhere you want to, Cyar'ika. I promise I won't ever protest."
Sabine giggled, rubbing her forehead into the crook of his shoulder and inhaling his musk and dirt scent greedily. "I might just hold you to that, babe." Feeling better about her crazy behavior and realizing that she'd come but he hadn't, Sabine kicked into action once again.
She gently pushed him backward until he was in the shower stall then stepped out of it, hitting the button to turn it on as she did so. Then she very slowly and sensuously (she hoped) started to remove her weapons and armor one piece at a time.
Ezra barely felt the warm water raining over his head as he stared in wide-eyed fascination as Sabine started taking off her clothes. He didn't move a muscle, afraid that might make her change her mind. In fact, he was pretty sure he was barely breathing. The only things really moving was his pounding heart, which he could hear thundering in his ears, and his twitching cock, which he had only the vaguest control over anymore.
Each new patch of skin revealed to him was like a gift from the stars.
Once the armor and weapons had joined his small pile of clothes on the floor, she toed off her boots, smirking at him slightly in teasing, clearly saying that SHE, at least, could get undressed in the right order.
If Ezra hadn't been so focused on what she'd take off next, he might have muttered something along the lines of, 'show off', but he wasn't capable of even thinking that coherently so he remained mute and motionless.
She went for her socks next, balancing easily on one foot as she pulled the sock off the other. Those were tossed into the pile while Ezra's eyes stared at her cute little feet that had teal-painted toenails and looked so incredibly feminine. He'd seen her feet before, many times in fact. He'd even seen her painting her toenails. But with the new situation, it was like he'd never seen a girl's foot before in his life. And man, were they ever sexy.
The leggings of her bodysuit came next, exposing her long, slender, pale, and shapely legs. Ezra licked his lips to hide the fact that he actually just drooled a little at the sight. Once again, he'd seen them before when she wore shorts to sleep in or when they'd gone swimming on the two whole holidays the Ghost family had taken, but you change the context, and BAM; sexiest legs ever. Her bottom half was now only covered by her tight, purple undershorts that looked very similar to his.
Sabine undid the top of her bodysuit next, peeling it off her arms and tossing it to the side with added flair. Ezra nearly had a heart attack, because she was officially now wearing less than he'd ever seen since her swimsuit had been a one-piece. Her arms were slender but corded with muscle, which he knew, and came from equally slender but strong shoulders.
It was her midriff that he was entirely focused on now.
The girl had a kriffing six-pack. It was faint, but it was there.
Holy. Poodoo.
If Ezra hadn't been in love already, he would have dropped like a rock then and there. He just couldn't stay quiet anymore. "Force, Sabine. You're officially the hottest girl ever."
Sabine paused as she was about to pull her purple sports bra off, tilting her head to the side slightly and raising a brow. "Really? Cause you haven't even seen the best parts yet."
Ezra shrugged slightly and waved a hand in the general direction of her middle. "Muscles, pale golden skin, your figure, your eyes, your face, your Force signature, your badass tough-girl act, your caring heart. Do you need more?"
Sabine laughed and pulled off her bra. "No, I guess not. But feel free to add my girls to the list or they'll feel left out."
Ezra stopped breathing again as her breasts were revealed. They were bigger than he'd thought now that they'd been released from their confining clothing. So round and perky and perfect with cute little nipples at their tips. He sucked in air and nodded with wide eyes as his hands clenched unconsciously, wanting so badly to touch them. "Your girls are perfect, Cyar'ika. Absolutely perfect. Your hotness just flew off the charts into uncharted territory. No one has ever been as beautiful as you."
"Awwwww, babe. You're so sweet. I think you're really hot too, Ezra." As Sabine shimmied out of her undershorts, she couldn't help but think that if Ezra was this attractive now, he would definitely be off the charts too once he was done growing and filling out. Add the longer version of his midnight blue hair to the mix and she'd have a very hard time keeping other females away from him. The thought of other girls poaching on her territory made her want to tear their hair out in a very girly reaction and it hadn't even happened yet. She shook her head at her inner girly girl and focused on Ezra again and almost laughed before she stopped herself at the last microsecond.
Ezra was actually drooling a little as his mouth hung open in shocked wonder while his eyes were glued to space in the center of her hip bones and the tops of her thighs. She glanced down, just double-checking that her meticulously groomed pubic hair was still in order. It was. "You like my Phoenix, Ez'ika?"
Ezra nodded dumbly as the teal and royal blue phoenix flying downwards towards her otherwise bare pussy came closer until it stopped right in front of him. He barely even noticed that his knees had kind of collapsed so that he could look at it better. "This just might be my favorite work of art you've ever done, Sabine," he breathed reverently as he knelt in front of her and water rained down around his head and shoulders unnoticed.
Sabine closed the shower door, locking them in, and then ran her hands fondly over his sleek, wet head while he stared at her in adoration. "Thanks, Ez'ika. Feel free to look as much as you want, babe, while I wash your hair since you're down there anyway."
Ezra did exactly that. But it wasn't long before his attention was divided as her fingers massaged his scalp, sending pleasant thrills through him. He wished he could will his hair to suddenly be longer, remembering what it felt like to have her run her fingers through it when she gave him haircuts and imagining how that would feel so much better in a sexual situation.
Distractions aside, he was convinced that Sabine had the prettiest flower of a pussy possible. Granted, his only experience with them was via the Holo-net, but he doubted any other female had a better one. It was flushed and soft looking and he could see her clit and the hint of an opening that didn't look anywhere near big enough to even get a finger in, not to mention his dick. She hadn't given him permission to touch it yet, but he couldn't help but at least put his hands on the outside of her thighs, hands stroking slightly and savoring the softness of her skin.
"Stand up, babe, and wash this out properly before it gets in your eyes."
Ezra stifled the urge to sigh at losing his glimpses of paradise and did as she suggested; standing and putting his head under the strongest of the spray and rubbing the shampoo out with his hands vigorously.
While he was doing that, Sabine poured the soap into her hands and started rubbing her hands all over his shoulders, arms, and chest, glorying in the smooth skin and hard muscles under her hands. By now, the water had already rinsed off most of the dirt from his fight with Captain Annoying, but she diligently washed every millimeter of his skin anyway all the way down to his belly button.
Ezra was in heaven as his own personal angel attended to him. He turned around when she asked and closed his eyes as she washed his back. He startled slightly when she kept going downwards and washed his butt cheeks, her hands pausing there as she pressed a kiss to the center of his back before whispering huskily, "You have a very fine ass, babe. Very fine indeed."
Ezra turned his head over his shoulder and shook it slightly. "Sorry, Sabine, but when it comes to asses, yours wins, hands down." He leered at her round, perfect heart-shaped tush playfully, wiggling his eyebrows at her.
Sabine snorted and smacked his butt, rolling her eyes at him. She pushed his face back to the front gently. "Let me finish your bath, di'kut. Then you can leer all you want as you give me one."
Ezra sucked in a breath in anticipation of getting to touch her all over. "Yes, ma'am."
Sabine smacked his butt again. "Cheeky nerf-herder."
Ezra grinned as she started washing the back of his legs. "Yep."
Sabine had moved back around to the front of him and had washed his feet and almost finished the front of his second shin before it dawned on her that he didn't have any body hair. She stopped and looked up at him, past the jutting appendage that was determined to make itself known. "Ezra, I hate to ask this, but do you shave all your body hair off?" She knew some girls went that far, but even she didn't bother with shaving the fine hairs off her arms. Keeping up with her legs, armpits, and pubic hair was hassle enough.
Ezra laughed and shook his head at her. "No. I don't have to. I don't grow any."
Sabine stared at him, shocked. "What?!"
"It's true, as you'll find out if we're living together now. I get it from my mom who was only three-quarters human, but I don't know what the other quarter was. She had purple eyes and opalescent lavender hair too, from whatever she was. I remember her not having any body hair and her saying to Dad that it saved her hours of the self-torture most females put themselves through." He paused and studied Sabine closely, seeing how most of her was bare of hair as well. "Was she right? Is it hours of self-torture?"
Sabine laughed without humor as she started washing him again. "Yes. It is, to be perfectly honest if you add up the minutes over the course of a year. But that's just what we girls do to feel pretty. No girl wants to be compared to a Wookiee."
Ezra was appalled. He reached down and put a finger under her chin, making her look up at him again. "I promise, Sabine if you want to let your body hair just do whatever it wants, I'll still think you're the most beautiful thing ever. You could never look like a Wookiee to me."
Sabine smiled softly and kissed his hand before shaking her head once "That's very sweet of you, Ezra, but I do it for myself and no one else. Trust me, if I felt like looking hairy, I would."
"Alright," Ezra said, unconvinced, but let it slide for now.
Sabine paused with her hands on his thigh as another thought occurred to her. "Wait. What about facial hair? You don't grow that either? Is that why I don't remember ever seeing you with stubble on your chin?"
Ezra chuckled again. "No, that I grow. Not like my dad or Kanan, but I can probably grow a goatee or thin beard if you want me to. You don't see me with stubble because it's so sparse and stupid looking that I shave it off constantly."
"Oh. Well. No, I wasn't thinking I wanted you to grow in your facial hair," Sabine said, hands massaging the muscle of his thigh again. "I like the way you look right now. I was just curious."
Ezra was glad to hear it. He doubted he could grow anything decent-looking anyway. His focus returned to what Sabine was doing. Despite the random sidetrack of a conversation, he was fully aware of how amazing it felt to have her hands on him, and even if he had been dying he wouldn't have missed the fact that she was nearly finished washing everything.
Everything but one last item, that is. It was the part of him that he wanted her hands on the most, of course. She paused and looked up at him as she finished the space between his hip bones, both of them wondering if she was going to continue. Ezra could practically feel his eyes pleading at her, but he refused to say the words. This was her decision. He'd never force her to do anything.
Sabine hesitated before thinking, 'Kriff it', and pouring more soap in her hands, and then grabbing his length gently in both hands. Ezra gasped and stiffened. "Too much?" she asked worriedly.
He shook his head quickly. "No," he said in a high-pitched squeak. "Perfect. Promise. It's just no one's ever touched me but me."
Sabine smiled to herself. "Good. That's what I like to hear. And ditto for myself, so you know."
Ezra found his hands coming to rest on her head, fingers delving into her wet hair. "That's good," he gasped out as she rubbed him softly. He was pretty sure he was about ten seconds away from exploding now.
Sabine was surprised when his length hardened even further in her hands and seemed to grow an extra centimeter even as she watched. He'd already been longer than both her hands could cover and her fingers didn't meet around his width. He was incredible. She honestly wasn't sure if he was going to fit inside her, but was determined to try, when the time was right.
She moved one of her soapy hands down to his tight balls and washed them very carefully, knowing they were supposed to be very sensitive. Her left hand kept up a steady stroking rhythm on his cock as her right continued to explore underneath, reaching further and further back daringly.
Ezra gasped and threw his hands out to catch the wall as his legs threatened to collapse from the overwhelming sensory overload she was delivering. "Sabine, I can't hold it anymore," he warned between panting breaths.
She looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes and a small smile on her lips. "Then don't. Come on me, Ez'ika. Then you can wash it off."
That was enough to make him lose it completely. He stiffened and groaned as what seemed like a never-ending stream of seed shot out of him, hitting her on the neck, collarbone, and dripping down to her breasts. "Foooorrrrrccceee," he moaned through it, the mere sight of what he was coming on drawing it out even further.
Sabine was so turned on right now, surprised that watching Ezra's climax might just be the hottest thing she'd ever seen. When he finally stopped, leaning against the wall on his hands, legs trembling, and head hanging down as he sucked in air, she boldly leaned forward and kissed the tip of him, licking up the last drops of his creamy-looking seed. She let it sit on her tongue for a moment, assessing the salty flavor, and decided it wasn't too bad. She might even grow to like it after a while.
Ezra's eyes popped open when he felt her lips on him and watched in awe as she tasted him and then swallowed. His temporarily deflating dick twitched back to life at the sight. "Karabast, Sabine. I need to taste you too," he said before he even thought about it.
Sabine rose slowly to her feet in the circle of his arms, eyes shining and lips parted as she panted slightly at the thought. "You have to bathe me first," she whispered against his lips before kissing him slowly and deeply. "It's only fair." She pulled back and smiled at his dazed look. Her hand rested on his chest as she rubbed her breasts against him while her other hand snuck down between her legs and she scooped up some of her juices onto a finger. "But," she added as she raised the finger to his lips and waited for him to open. "You've been so good, here's a little sample."
Ezra sucked her finger into his mouth eagerly, tongue swirling around it as his eyes closed and he tasted her sweet juice mixed with the unpleasant shock of leftover soap. He ignored the flavor of soap and concentrated on the sweetness. His eyes opened slowly, meeting her curious ones. "Ambrosia. That's what you taste like."
Sabine smiled in pleased satisfaction. She swiped up some of his cum off her chest that hadn't been washed off yet and placed it in her mouth, holding it on her tongue, and then reached between her legs again. Her finger once again went in his mouth. Then she quickly pressed their mouths together and snuck her tongue into his mouth, mixing the flavors, finding that very thrilling indeed.
Stars, the naughty taste of their come mixed together on top of the already sweet flavor of her mouth was enough to send him beyond anything resembling Jedi control. Ezra groaned deep in his chest as he kissed her nearly desperately and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up and pressing her against a slick shower wall. His throbbing erection found a little spot of heaven in the humid folds between her legs when she wrapped them around his hips. Sabine rubbed herself along his length instinctively, both of them grinding their hips against the other in a sensual frenzy as they kissed and kissed and kissed some more.
Force, it was fabulous. Ezra could almost imagine he was inside her for real.
Their kiss never stopped as he slid back and forth against her, the water pounding against his back. Her breasts were squashed against his chest, hard little nipples poking and rubbing against him with every one of her sensual little wriggles. She was moaning and keening and panting into their wet and frenzied kiss, driving him absolutely wild.
In what felt like no time, and an eternity of bliss, he tensed as she clamped around him even tighter, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders. She threw her head back, crying her release, baring her vulnerable neck, and giving him a firsthand view of her pretty jawline. His own orgasm crashed through him and exploded out of him. He burrowed his mouth in the delicate spot where her shoulder met her neck and groaned like he was dying as he came on the wall behind her and hot liquid gushed on his length.
His muscles trembled as he held them up by pining his weight against her and he panted as he'd just run around the entire circumference of Capital City. She didn't seem to mind as her head settled onto his shoulder and her hands caressed his back and shoulders and scalp in a mindless rhythm. Sabine felt nearly boneless in Ezra's arms as she came down from her second orgasm in the space of half an hour. He gazed down at her to find her eyes closed and an extremely content expression on her beautiful face. She turned her head slightly and kissed his skin in a butterfly touch. He smiled and kissed her forehead in return.
"Gar Gotal'ur ner Kar'ta Darasuum Briikase, Riduur," she murmured.
Ezra only understood a couple of the words but he wanted to know them all. He stepped back from the wall and put her on her feet again, cupping her face in his hands. "Teach me what you just said. I want to know your language."
Sabine studied him for a moment, her beautiful amber eyes gazing at him intently, then she smiled as she brushed a gentle finger over the dark bruise under his eye that he'd completely forgotten was there. "Remind me to put some Bacta on that soon before it swells even more."
Ezra grabbed her hand and kissed the fingers. "Yeah, yeah. But what did you say?"
Sabine grinned as she handed him the soap bottle in a clear command to get to work. Ezra blinked at it for a moment before he got the idea. She didn't say anything until his hands were full of soap and running over her arm and shoulder gently, his libido going nuts because he was touching her by her request.
"You really want to learn Mando'a?"
Ezra nodded, his eyes intent on his task. "It's your language. All of your people speak it unless talking directly to someone like me who doesn't understand. I want to know what they're saying. I have a feeling we'll be dealing with a lot of Mandalorian politics from now on with you as the Countess. I don't want to make you look bad."
Sabine stretched up and kissed him sweetly for that. "I knew you were smarter than most give your credit for, Ezra."
Ezra smirked as he spent a ridiculous amount of time washing her hand, fingers playing with hers. Her fingers were so delicate and tiny compared to his. He found them utterly fascinating. "Just your typical street-rat, cyar'ika. You gotta be smart to survive."
Sabine shook her head at him but started the lesson anyway. "I said, 'Gar Gotal'ur Ner Kar'ta Darasuum Briikase, Riduur'. It means, 'You make my heart forever happy, Husband."
Ezra paused, his heart jumping with joy as he moved his hands across her collarbone to start washing her other arm. "Oh, I like that. You make me forever happy, too, my beautiful and talented wife." He paused and grinned. "Man, that's nice to say." His fingers caressed her arm as his brow furrowed in concentration for a moment. "Gar Gopalpur... You make... Then what?"
Sabine smiled at him like he'd just solved all the mysteries of the universe. He liked that. A lot. Ezra gave her a dopey smile in return. "Ner Kar'ta... My heart." She took one of his hands and pressed it to her heart between her breasts, making his cock twitch with excitement, and said it again very quietly and very seriously. "You are my heart, Ezra."
Ezra took her other hand and pressed it to his thumping heart as he gazed into her beautiful eyes so they were connected the same. "Gar ner kar'ta darasuum, Sabine." (You are my heart forever, Sabine.) And she was. She always had been. His heart woke up when he met her and hadn't stopped beating for her since.
Sabine's heart felt like it literally melted into a puddle. She just had to kiss him again.
With their hands trapped between them, and his length happily pressed to her stomach, he kissed her back. This time it was a soft and loving kiss that drew on and on as neither wanted to stop. The water running over their heads wasn't going to hinder their passion.
Eventually, Ezra pulled away, raising the hand he had a hold of to kiss. "Back to your bath, Cyar'ika."
Sabine grinned and repeated his gesture before dropping his hand and tugging her other free. "Before the water turns ice cold would be a good idea."
"Right."
Ezra got busy fulfilling a long-held fantasy; he ran his hands over her from neck to toes under the guise of making her clean. A more beautiful female had never been formed, in his humble opinion. And he told her so as he washed her as slowly and studiously as he could manage.
"Such a slender neck," he praised after he'd finished with her right hand and worked his way back up her arm. "How it holds your head is a wonder."
Sabine scoffed, of course, rolling her eyes at him. "Have you seen Hera's neck and what it holds up? Those Lekku are not light."
Ezra had to give her that one. He'd been smacked by a flying lek once or twice when the group of them had been fighting in close quarters or he'd been standing by her chair in the Phantom and the flying had gotten rather adventurous. She'd even used a lek to push him towards the back of the Phantom in a wordless order to go strap himself in. "Fine. Your neck is normal and not wondrous at all, but I still adore it."
She smacked him on the shoulder.
Ezra grinned at her and poured shampoo into his hands. "Turn." She did, putting her back to him and the water and tilting her head back so he could soap up her hair, making sure to give her scalp a thorough massage as well.
She moaned. "Oh, that's lovely. I'm getting you to wash my hair as often as possible from now on."
Ezra was thrilled at that. "I'd love to. I love your hair. It's the prettiest hair in the galaxy. I love how colorful it is." He gave her a nudge back towards the water, indicating he was done and he wanted to rinse the soap out now.
"Thank you, Ez'ika."
When he was sure all the soap was gone from her hair he turned her around again. His hands cupped her jaw and he kissed her softly, smiling into her eyes. "You're welcome."
His hands trailed back down her neck and moved downwards, skimming over her delicate-looking collarbones, his next goal firmly in sight.
They both gasped when he trailed a soapy finger over a breast. Then he was cupping them and kneading them, marveling at the soft weight of them. They came to hardpoints for him in moments and he could practically feel Sabine's approval of what he was doing. Curious, he concentrated on their new bond and he pinched a nipple lightly. She gasped again and so did he as he felt an echo of her pleasure.
Holy poodoo.
Not only was that amazing to feel, he now had an in with her body. He would never have to worry if something he did to her was uncomfortable or not to her liking.
No wonder Kanan and Hera always looked like very satisfied Tookas when they came out of their room together in the mornings.
Ezra spent a lot of time on her breasts even though they could have been considered clean five minutes ago. They were just so beautiful and responsive and her moans were music to his ears.
But there were other places on her body that were calling to him.
So he left her soft mounds behind and continued on down her torso, sweeping his hands over her ribcage and waist and then back up again, fingering the lines of her six-pack and circling her belly button. "I absolutely love your abs. They're so hot. And this might be the sexiest belly button ever."
Sabine laughed at him, her hands on his shoulders as she watched him wash her with heated and indulgent eyes.
He didn't care.
From there, he'd skimmed over her hip bones and lower belly and then made for a thigh, saving the area with a phoenix over it for last, like she had.
Her legs were slender but firm with muscle. He kneaded her thighs and calves as he washed them, making her a little more boneless and heavier on his shoulders. Ezra smirked to himself, pleased. He spent a small eternity leaning every dip and sensitive spot on her knees, which he thought were incredibly cute, and told her so, which made her giggle from above. (He was sitting on his heels now.) And when he was done with her calves, he picked up each of her feet and learned them just as thoroughly as he'd learned her hands. Her feet weren't much bigger than her hands either, being just as small and delicate looking. They were a complete contradiction in appearance to what they were actually capable of; her limbs all but registered as lethal weapons.
And then he rose to his feet and gently turned her around, propping her against a wall since she still seemed a little boneless, so he could wash her back. The lean strength in it was awe-inspiring. From there, his hands trailed down to her luscious butt cheeks. The round globes were just like the rest of her; feminine but firm to the touch, full of muscle. Ezra loved it. He loved all of her. "By the Force, Sabine, you're perfect," he whispered in her cute little earlobe, letting his lips just brush it as he spoke.
She shivered in his arms.
Ezra turned her back around with his hands on her hips. Her arms immediately found his shoulders again. Her eyes were nearly liquid and half black with desire as she looked up at him. Ezra kissed her again, tongue invading her space as his mind spun with their combined emotions.
With a groan, he pulled away and reached for the soap one more time. "One place left," he whispered, eyes glinting at her.
Sabine panted, licking her lips, and moved her feet further apart as an invitation. "Please." That's all she said, but for her, that was all out begging.
Ezra kept a hand on her hip and his eyes on hers as he knelt again, drawing hard on their bond as he moved his soapy hand down her belly and over the soft hair of her Phoenix, and then he touched her pussy for the first time.
When her eyes closed in approval, he watched what he was doing.
He rubbed her at first, but then he started exploring with his fingers, seeking out the hidden depths of her folds and the little nub of her clitoris. She liked it when he circled her clit. She liked it even more when he strummed it. Ezra kept that in mind as he moved further back and dipped a finger in her tight opening. She clamped around him immediately and his heart raced. He slid further back and fingered her anus the way she'd done to him. Her heart raced. He looked up and found her eyes on him. They had blackened even further.
Wow.
He'd remember that one.
Then he returned to her clit and stayed there, wanting to see her come apart by his hand alone.
She was already strung so tight, it only took a minute of careful attention.
And she was exquisite when she came.
Her Force signature burst into excited fireworks and her cries of pleasure made him feel like the best male in the galaxy.
When she was able to focus on him again, he all but begged, "Now can I taste you?"
The very millisecond she nodded, he beamed up at her, rose to his feet faster than light, and kissed her breathless. Then he scooped her light weight up into his arms and carried her out of the refresher. He almost forgot to turn off the shower, but remember at the last second, waving a hand at it to shut it off before leaving the refresher and carrying her to the bed.
He deposited her on the soft mattress, not caring that they were both soaking wet, and then knelt beside her, drinking in the sight of her golden skin glistening with moisture. "I've been waiting for this to happen for years," he whispered, throat so tight with love and need that he could barely speak.
And then he proceeded to kiss and lick her in the same pattern he'd washed her in, worshiping every millimeter of her body.
He knew he was driving her insane with sensation because he could feel it, but he couldn't stop. Wouldn't stop. He held her still with the Force when she tried to wriggle away from his mouth and hands, gazing at her with begging eyes. "Please, just let me have this."
Sabine whimpered but nodded.
So he continued, kissing the inside of her elbow as his hands explored other bits of her skin.
The second time she moved, he didn't even bother to speak, just used his begging eyes on her again and a gentle reminder with Force power to stay still and take it.
So she did, mostly. He knew she wriggled a couple of times after that on purpose, just so he'd stop her again with the Force because every time he did, her breathing became just a little more erratic and her heart pounded faster. Sabine liked him being dominating. She liked it a lot. He never would have guessed. It made him hard as a rock.
But this was about her.
By the time he finally made it back to her pussy and used his mouth to explore the same way his fingers had, he could feel that she was going to explode into a million pieces. So was he, but that was beside the point.
He finished her off by sucking on her clit until she screamed, a finger in her pussy, feeling it clench around him spasmodically. The very thought of feeling that with his cock was mind-shattering. She gushed more liquid and he moved down to drink it up, eyes closing in ecstasy at her flavor even as he came with her, the echoes in their bond too much to resist. He moved a hand down to catch most of his seed so as not to soil their bedding any worse than they already had.
He found himself licking his hand and her pussy in turn until both were clean. Their combined flavor was literally ambrosia.
Sabine watched him do this through slitted eyes, her limbs limp on the bed. "By the Manda, that's hot," she mumbled. "I could watch you lick that all day."
Ezra smirked and crawled up her body, kissing her and sharing the last of their flavor with her. "I'm sure you'll get to see it again."
"Many times?"
"Many times."
He wrapped her in his arms and turned them over so she was lying on his chest, head snuggled over his heart. (He'd worshipped her for so long, her hair was already dry and hopelessly tangled.) "Love you, Ez'ika," she mumbled in a barely audible tone just before she fell asleep on him.
Ezra kissed her hair. "Love you, too, my beautiful Cyar'ika," he whispered back, smiling. Then he closed his eyes and let sleep take him as well.
