Poster's Note: More Lemons in this chapter, once again ONLY for 18yr. olds or older or if you are not into this you can skip this chapter. Disney still owns everything "Canon" but writers like TLR'S only prove the fans write better...

Chapter 11: The Best Kind of Love

The Best Kind of Love:

Sabine carried the heaping plates of food into the Gauntlet and then hit the button to close the ramp with her elbow on the way by.

She hummed a Mando drinking song under her breath as she walked, having heard a group of loud, and well on their way to being sotted, warriors singing it as she was scouting the buffet tables for the best options. Sabine was in a very good mood; feeling like the entire day had been a dream-worthy success. Was it only this morning that they'd gone to destroy the Duchess? Somehow, it felt like a lifetime ago already.

She took the plates of food to the small galley / common room and set them on the table and then plunked down the four water bottles that had been trapped between her arm and her torso. Sabine had thought about getting them something stronger to drink but decided against it after remembering the first and last time Ezra had alcohol.

Despite Kanan's warning that it was a bad idea, Rex had talked Ezra into joining him and Zeb in a game of Sabacc and Shots while Hera was away on a training mission with Phoenix Squadron. Of course, Rex and Zeb had used the strongest Corellian Whiskey possible. Of course, Ezra had lost almost every hand. And of course, he ended up passed out drunk in about half an hour. And of course, he'd felt sick for a whole day afterward from the unfamiliar alcohol poisoning.

Zeb and Rex had thought it was hilarious.

Kanan had said, "I told you so," and force-fed Ezra as much soothing tea as he could stand.

Sabine hadn't been surprised at all, considering Ezra hadn't even had so much as a beer before joining the crew, and Hera had been fierce in her determination to keep it that way. She kept her ship alcohol-free for Kanan's sake, anyway, and not letting the minors drink was just something else she did with her natural mothering instincts.

Ezra hadn't been inclined towards trying any alcohol since. That was more than a year ago now.

Sabine, on the other hand, had practically been raised on mead, and after her stint as a bounty hunter, she was quite capable of drinking pretty much anything without batting an eye.

But she was just as happy to drink water or caf as anything else, so water with dinner it was. The good news was that someone had brought a whole container of exotic flavoring beads for the water bottles. Sabine hadn't seen those in a long time and had grabbed a handful of the little treats and put them in the pocket of Ezra's jacket for transport. Now, she dug them out and picked off a couple of pieces of lint before finding a cup to store them in for now.

Leaving the room, Sabine went back to the cargo area and grabbed Ezra's t-shirt, belt and weapons, and her helmet, and then made for Ezra's cabin with a purpose to her step. She put everything down on a small desk as quietly as possible and then paused and just looked at her husband.

Her shoulders rose and fell as she sighed softly in contentment to just stop for a moment and watch him sleep. He was still in roughly the same position she'd left him in, sprawled across the entire bed, but now completely covered with all the available blankets. He must have gotten cold without her keeping him warm. His face was turned towards her and he looked adorable and so very peaceful as the barest hint of a snore escaped him.

He looked so very young and innocent like that, Sabine suddenly felt a hundred years older than him. But she shrugged off that silliness, knowing that when it came to life experience, Ezra was every bit as old as her; he'd had to grow up way before his time when he'd lost his parents at the age of seven and been forced to survive in the streets of Lothal. She didn't lose her family until she was fourteen, so he was winning (if you could call it that) already, with that alone.

Not wanting to delve any further into a depressing territory, Sabine stepped forward and whispered a caressing hand over his short, silky hair. She bent down and pressed her lips to his cheek ever so softly, smiling as he made a pleasing sounding hum as he finally sensed her presence. "Are you hungry, Ez?" she whispered in his nicely formed ear.


When Sabine had left their bed earlier, Ezra had been tugged from his sleep by the sense of loss of something precious. She'd told him to go back to sleep, but he'd cracked an eye open and watched her mouth-watering naked form walk over to the refresher door and disappear inside. Ezra was looking forward to seeing views like that for the rest of his life.

He'd sighed in contented bliss at how perfect his wife was and then let his eye fall closed again, catching a few more zzzzzs until the refresher door opened again. He could feel her gaze on him but he'd kept his eyes closed, making a show of obeying her suggestion to sleep some more. The sense of contentment and love radiating from her made his chest tighten with how much he returned the feelings for her.

As she'd left their cabin, he'd cracked his eyes open again, unable to resist the temptation to watch her rear end move from side to side in a gentle sway. If pressed, he might admit he'd been sneaking peeks at that perfect ass for years. Maybe.

The distant sound of the ramp lowering had been his cue to make his own trip to the refresher. While in there, he'd made the delightful discovery that Sabine hadn't put on her underwear or armor. The very thought that she was only half-dressed was enough to get his cock twitching in excitement. He'd talked it back into submission with an image of Vader and then tugged on his shorts and pants. He'd left the socks and boots in the corner with Sabine's things. He may also have picked up Sabine's sports bra and inhaled her sweet scent from the fabric, but he didn't want to admit to that one either, since it made him feel a little stalkerish.

He'd then left his cabin with the intention of finding something to drink but had been distracted by the sound of voices coming from the cargo hold. Walking on silent bare feet, he'd made it almost to the top of the ramp and shamelessly eavesdropped on Sabine and Ketsu's conversation about Captain Hark, finding out a lot more about his challenger than he'd known before. As an example, he hadn't known Hark was the Imp he'd kicked out of Alrich's transport yesterday. Or that he'd been friends, or at least friendly, with Tristan.

Ezra hadn't been surprised to hear that Ketsu was here to pick up Kanan and Chopper; Kanan and Hera had been separated for three days now, and that was a long time for them.

He was surprised to find out that Ketsu apparently had designs on Hark, but he shrugged it off as a, 'who knows what females are thinking?' thing.

Then the girls had left, talking about fixing Ketsu's status or something to that effect. Deciding to leave them to it, having no real interest in what Ketsu was doing, he'd turned to go back to the galley for some water. At this point, he'd spotted his shirt and weapons and Sabine's colorful helmet. He'd almost picked them up but then thought better of it since it might cause Sabine to question whether or not he'd been in the vicinity while she was talking to Ketsu. And who knew if Sabine considered that to be a sacred 'girl' conversation or not. So he left the pile of things behind and ignored how he'd suddenly felt cold and would really like to put that t-shirt on.

Annnnnd, where was his jacket?

Leaving that mystery for later as well, he'd hurried back to the galley, gulped a cup of water, and then ensconced himself back under the warm covers after shucking his pants which were too dirty from all the activity they'd seen over the last 24 hours to even contemplate sullying his bed with their presence.

He must have fallen back to sleep because the next thing he knew, soft lips were kissing his cheek, and a sexy voice was whispering in his ear, making him shiver ever so slightly in pleasure.

Ezra's eyes cracked open and he looked up into Sabine's gorgeous smiling face. He rolled more onto his back while snaking a hand out from under the covers. He cupped the back of her head and pulled her down to him for a gentle 'good morning' type kiss, even though it was more like evening.

Sabine smiled into the kiss before nipping his bottom lip with her teeth and then pulling back. "Come on, sleepyhead, I've got food for us. And some of it's actually still warm, so get up."

"Sweet." Excited by the prospect of food, Ezra tossed the covers off and bounced off the bed.

Sabine giggled at his enthusiasm as she grabbed his t-shirt and tossed it at him while he tugged his pants back on, hopping awkwardly into them. Sabine was surprised to see him in his undershorts already, but then figured he must have gotten up at some point while she was gone. Now he pulled his t-shirt on quickly and then wrapped his arms around her and tugged her into his chest while playfully growling into her neck. "Someone stole my jacket."

Sabine laughed at the tickling sensation of his voice rumbling on her skin. "I don't know who that could possibly be. We'll have to go searching for the culprit."

Ezra growled again and then chuckled as he released her. "I'll let them get away with it, for now, considering it looks so good on the person in question," he said over his shoulder as he went to the closet to pull out a soft navy blue sweater Hera had given him for Life Day but hadn't actually worn yet. (He was quite partial to his orange jacket that Sabine had found for him when they went clothes shopping due to how he'd definitely outgrown his last jacket.) As he pulled the sweater over his head, he was amazed to realize that Life Day had only been four days ago, right before the Imperial attack on Atallon. How time flies and lifetimes can be lived in only a few days.

Sabine admired the new sweater that she hadn't seen on him before, loving how it brought the blue highlights out in his hair and made his royal blue eyes look even bluer if that was even possible. In her opinion, other than blue, the only color that looked better on him was white, but that was such an impractical color to wear with their lifestyle. She couldn't help but walk up to him and wrap her arms around his waist. "New sweater?"

"Hmmm," Ezra affirmed returning her hug. "Life Day present from Hera. I think I like it. It's comfy."

"Well, I love it," Sabine said as she pulled back and started for the galley as her stomach reminded her yet again that she was starving. "We need to add more blues to your wardrobe."

"What's wrong with orange?" Ezra asked as he trailed half a step behind her.

"There's nothing wrong with orange. But you look downright edible in blue."

Ezra paused midstep and blinked at the back of her head. "I guess I'm going to buy more blue things, then."

Sabine laughed as she tossed a wink over her shoulder at him. "You do that, Ez. I promise you won't regret it."

Ezra gulped and flushed at the husky tone she'd adopted. Oh boy, was he ever gonna buy more blue shirts.

He stumbled after her as she disappeared into the living area of the ship. Ezra turned the corner to find her seated on the couch behind the table and already digging into an overflowing plate of food. Ezra settled into the spot beside her and picked up his own fork. He didn't recognize some of the things she'd picked for them, but that didn't matter; Ezra would eat pretty much anything. After living on the streets for seven years, he really wasn't picky.

They didn't talk as they took the edge off their hunger, but Ezra slowed down after a minute and started to appreciate what was going into his mouth. He pointed at a red sauce-covered, battered meatball. "What's this? Cause it's fantastic."

Sabine glanced at what he was pointing at and smiled since that was one of her favorites too. "Sleesh Tip-Yip. Or Berry Chicken in Ewokese. It's often imitated with other fowl, but I'm pretty sure this was made with real Endor chickens; nothing tastes better than an Endor chicken. Just don't ask me where someone managed to find some here on Mandalore."

Ezra speared another chicken ball. "You won't hear any arguments from me." He chewed through the ball with a happy smile and then reached for one of the water bottles.

"Oh," Sabine said, stopping him before he could take a drink. She held a cup of colorful gel-filled beads out to him. "Here; try one of these in your water."

Ezra raised a brow but selected an orange one and dropped it into his water. "What is it?" he asked, after the fact, trusting her as she did the same to another water bottle with a purple bead. They watched as their water quickly changed color.

"They're flavor balls. The fun part is you never know what flavor you're going to end up with. It could be almost anything food or drink related and the color doesn't usually indicate what the flavor will be."

Ezra looked at his water suspiciously but bravely tried a sip. He laughed as the bittersweet flavor of dark chocolate flooded his mouth. "You might want this one, Cyar'ika; it's your favorite."

Sabine's eyes lit up. "Chocolate?"

He nodded and chuckled as she snatched the bottle from his hands, drinking eagerly.

Ezra appropriated the other bottle and tried the purple-colored water. Braver than before, he took a big gulp and then instantly regretted it as the sour liquid almost burned its way down his throat.

Sabine laughed as he coughed and sputtered, unhelpfully pounding him on the back. "What is it?" she asked when he regained the ability to breathe properly.

Ezra pushed the bottle away and grabbed another, unopened one, gulping down plain water eagerly. "I don't know, but it's awful."

Sabine took the purple drink and tried a sip out of curiosity. "What's wrong with this? This is a Citrus Slammer. Or at least, what a Citrus Slammer tastes like. There's no alcohol in the flavor beads."

Ezra scoffed. "It's all yours. I'll stick with plain water."

Sabine shook her head at him. "At least try one more in the last bottle."

Ezra heaved an exaggerated sigh and then did as she asked, not able to deny those big amber eyes anything. He grabbed a bead without looking at the color and ended up with a dark green one. Plunking it in the remaining full bottle, he waited a moment and then took a very small sip. "Oooooo. Space waffles!" he exclaimed happily. "With Yogan syrup and everything!"

"Now that one's all yours," Sabine said, shaking her head as she resumed eating. "Enjoy."

"Oh, I'm going to," Ezra said, sipping his green water once more before attacking another Sleesh Tip-Yip ball.

They finished their meal in easy silence, shoulders, and legs brushing on purpose and exchanging love-filled glances.

When their disposable plates were empty, Ezra grabbed them and took them to the trash bin, and then returned to the couch. Sitting, he pulled Sabine sideways onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her as she rested her head on his shoulder.

They sighed in sync, eliciting a soft laugh from Sabine.

"So, now what?" Ezra asked, knowing what he wanted her to say, but not presuming to anticipate anything.

Sabine glanced up at him, her eyes teasing. "Well, technically, we should be leaving for Krownest. Kanan's already left with Ketsu, whom Hera sent to get him. Father and the others are leaving shortly as well."

"Oh." Ezra hid his disappointment. Sort of.

"But..." Sabine drew out the word, teasing him some more. "They're not expecting us until tomorrow, so I was thinking we'd just stay right here and watch a movie. It's been a long time since we watched a movie together."

Ezra squeezed her and kissed the top of her head. "I'd like that very much." He floated the remote control for the entertainment unit over to his hand from where it sat on the other side of the room and activated the large Holo-screen. "What do you want to see?" he asked as he pulled up a menu of already downloaded movies, most of which he'd never seen or heard of and they all had release dates from years ago, some even as old as two centuries.

Sabine glanced at the menu before returning her attention to admiring his handsome face, wondering how she'd been quite so oblivious to just how good-looking he was. "I don't care. Pick something."

Ezra rolled his eyes slightly at how incredibly unhelpful that was. "At least narrow it down for me. You want action war movie, comedy, or sappy romance?"

Sabine almost said 'sappy romance' just to mess with him, but instead went with, "Comedy. I'm in the mood to just turn my brain off and laugh a little."

Ezra smiled down at her, agreeing with her statement. "Comedy it is." He picked one from the list at random, titled, 'The Interminable Day'. Ezra thought he could sympathize with that one, having lived more than one day that seemed to go on forever.

The hundred-year-old movie turned out to be about a cocky Jedi who woke up to the exact same day over and over again as he struggled to right all of the disasters that were happening around him all at once with Force tricks and hard-earned foreknowledge. Nothing helped until he enlisted the help of a pretty local girl and stopped trying to fix everything with the Force. He learned that to love was more important than being all-powerful. And once he learned to trust in the Force and those around him, everything finally worked itself out and he moved on to the next day of his life; with the pretty girl at his side and a new understanding of what he wanted from life and what life wanted from him. They lived happily ever after, traveling the galaxy wherever the Force willed it and fixing wrongs as they found them.

Ezra and Sabine did laugh a little, but the movie turned out to be more sappy romance than comedy. Neither cared as they watched in rapt fascination, snuggled together on the couch. When the end credits rolled some two hours after it started, it took a moment for Ezra to turn off the Holo-screen and then put the remote down on the table.

He focused on the woman in his arms and smiled at her sweetly. "That was an excellent movie. Although, I'm surprised it's on Maul's playlist. I never really took him as the romantic type."

Sabine raised a hand and cupped his jaw, feeling the stubble that was trying to make a half-hearted appearance. "Maybe he liked how the main character left the chains of the Order behind and did his own thing. He may have been an abominable creature, but from what I know of his species and his Sith Master, I think he was essentially a slave for the first half of his life. And after that? I got the impression he was a slave to his own inner demons. Perhaps even monsters need to lose themselves in the whimsical and romantic."

Ezra bent down and pressed a kiss to her lips before whispering, "You, my beautiful wife, are incredibly intuitive for a non-Force-sensitive. And despite your tough girl shell, you have the heart of an angel. I am helpless to do anything but love you more with every day that I know you."

Sabine melted at his words, something she'd been doing a lot of lately. She smiled softly at him as her fingers stroked his jaw and her other hand tangled in his short hair. "And you have the soul of a romantic poet under your fun-loving exterior. I don't know where you've been hiding it all this time, Ez, but if you had come up with lines like that when we first met, I doubt it would have taken me so long to figure out that I love you too."

Ezra grinned as he grasped the hand that was caressing his jaw and started pressing kisses to the tips of her slender fingers. "My younger self was too much of a dork to come up with good lines, so I doubt anything would have changed. I'm happy with how things turned out; I'm now married to my best friend and she's sitting in my lap. You couldn't pay me enough to find something wrong with this situation."

"Hmmmmm," Sabine mumbled as little jolts of electricity shot up her arm and through her body from where he was now nibbling and licking on her fingers. "I'm quickly approaching ridiculously happy as well, Ezra." She tugged her hand free before she had a meltdown and wrapped it behind his neck. She looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. "I'm also thinking of a few things we could do now that would make me even happier."

Ezra's heart did a little happy dance as his blood flowed south in a rush. He stood up abruptly, cradling her small form in his arms, and strode for their cabin. He gazed down at her as he walked; only using his peripheral vision to guide himself. "Since I would never presume to go against my Lady's wishes, I fully agree with the naughty thoughts you're currently thinking."

Sabine gave him a squinty-eyed look as he laid her down on their bed and settled himself beside her. "Are you reading my mind again?" There was no heat in her voice, though, too ready to fully consummate their marriage to care about the mental intrusion.

Ezra unzipped his orange jacket off her body and smirked at her. "Yep. And wow, do you ever have some naughty ideas. I like it. Keep broadcasting them like that and I'm going to have a hard time remembering my own name in a minute."

Sabine smirked back as she sat up and shrugged out of his jacket before diving her hands under his sweater and t-shirt and pulling them off over his head in one swift motion. "That's alright, considering you have a new name now, anyway, Ezra Wren."

"WHAT?!"

Ezra stared at his wife in shock while she pulled the top half of her bodysuit off. "What do you mean my name's Ezra Wren now?" he asked suspiciously even as he was distracted by her perfect palm-sized breasts as they made an appearance. His mouth watered to taste those succulent little nipples again that were so incredibly responsive to his touch. "Not that there's anything wrong with the name Wren," he quickly added on, before she got offended. But he liked his last name. It was his parents' name.

Sabine's smirk stayed firmly in place, noting where his eyes had strayed while she hooked her fingers in the waistband of her leggings and pushed them down in a sensuous wiggle. "You married a countess, babe. That means you take MY name. Do you think my father's original name was Wren? I don't think so. Try Kryze. He's Bo-Katan's second cousin. But he married my mother, which means he takes the Wren name. Oh, and speaking of name changes; Fenn just married Bo-Katan. No surprise there," she added with a quick roll of the eyes at Ezra, whose eyes popped up to hers at that little announcement from where they'd been wandering over her body.

"Really?" Ezra said in surprise. "I sensed he was quite drawn to her, but Bo-Katan seemed to just tolerate his presence. What did I miss?"

Sabine shrugged and pushed him over on his back so she could pull his pants and shorts off since he didn't seem to be doing it himself. "I don't know. But they were definitely going at it before I saw them together again when I went out to get food; their armor was missing and their hair was standing up in a hundred different directions. He's definitely a Kryze now. You and Fenn have just joined the world of: 'You have married up the food chain, now live with the consequences.'"

Ezra snorted. "I guess I can do that since those consequences come with YOU as a wife," he said in a sarcastically teasing tone. The caressing hands he now had roaming over her body in a reverent fashion told the true story of exactly how he felt about being married to her.

Sabine wrinkled her nose at him as she tossed the last of their clothing over her shoulder in the general direction of the floor. "You better, since there's no undoing the vows. You're stuck with me and my name for life, babe."

"Excellent," he said with a pleased grin. "That means you're stuck with me, too. I like that."

"You would," she said with a knowing smirk. Her eyes roamed the body she had uncovered appreciatively then paused as she admired the prominent erection he was sporting that she had bared, deciding it got more appealing with familiarity. She was also impressed that their conversation wasn't impairing his ability to focus on what truly mattered. "Remind me to tell you about the Onyo drama later. Ketsu's a Wren now, too."

Ezra raised a brow at that even as he grasped her by the waist and helped her straddle his abdomen. "Don't tell me she just married your father or cousin or something?"

Sabine laughed and leaned down to nibble at his jawline. "You're funny. No, I officially adopted her into my clan as my sister."

"Ah," he said, thinking that made total sense. His eyes closed as her soft lips traveled along his jaw and then up to his cheek to the scars that were astonishingly sensitive all of a sudden. He let one hand wander down to her somehow soft and yet firm butt cheek while the other wrapped around her back and pressed her closer so that her breasts brushed his chest.

Sabine smiled as it became apparent that Ezra had given up the illusion of their vaguely civilized banter and was now just losing himself in the pleasure she was giving him.

Ooooo. And speaking of giving pleasure; she hummed in delight as the hand that had been caressing her ass snuck further down. His talented fingers that had learned her favorite spots so quickly stroked her sensitive folds just so and were rewarded with a sudden gush of her cream. "Stars, Ez," she breathed against his ear. "You're already way too good at turning me on."

Ezra opened his eyes and turned his head, smiling at her with a pleased twinkle in the blue of the fathomless depths. Holding her tighter with his one arm, he spun them around so he was above her, mouth hovering over hers. "I'm a fast learner," he murmured, before sealing their lips together in a long and passionate kiss. Maybe one day he should tell her that he could sense when she particularly liked something he was doing. But then again, maybe not. He liked that she was impressed by his skill.

Sabine moaned into the kiss as his hand continued the gentle torture of her core. She decided two could play that game and snuck her hand down his side and then over to where his length pressed against her thigh. She wrapped her fingers around the warm and throbbing cock and squeezed gently before starting a stroking motion that had worked on him before. He tensed against her for a moment before settling into the kiss again with a groan.

They pulled apart after a minute and stared at each other as they panted and their hands stayed busy.

"I think... I think I'd really like to feel you inside me," Sabine said quietly and a little tentatively.

Ezra froze and then nodded quickly in agreement. "I'd like that very much, too," he all but squeaked before clearing his throat in embarrassment.

Sabine smiled slightly as they both moved their hands up to more neutral territory and he settled more directly into the cradle of her thighs.

Ezra looked down at where he was now only a fraction from her moist warmth and then looked back up at her face. She was biting her lip and her brushed sideways bangs were sticking to her forehead from sweat. She looked beautiful. "Errrmmm. There's a couple of things I should probably ask before we do this," he said as he felt his face heat.

Sabine raised a brow as her hands restlessly stroked up and down the muscles of his arms that were now braced on either side of her. "What could that possibly be?"

Ezra cast his gaze down to her chest before peeking up at her again shyly. "How do you feel about kids?"

She blinked a couple of times before getting the gist of where he might be going with this. "Ahhh. Well. Someday? But definitely not yet. That work for you?"

Ezra nodded quickly, smiling. "Yeah. That works. Are you... Ummm...Protected?"

Now she nodded, blushing faintly. "I'm on period regulators. I'm pretty sure the shots also work as contraceptives. At least, I think that's what the droid said all those years ago. I wasn't really paying attention; I was twelve."

Ezra's face heated further at the mention of the deadly 'period'. All the guys on the ship had learned long ago to step lightly around her when she got cranky on a monthly basis. "That's good," he mumbled, knowing he had to say something. He figured that was safe enough. Then he sucked in a breath and asked the last question that had been bothering him. "I know you said you've never done this before. Does that mean it's going to hurt you? Cause I don't wanna hurt you," he finished in a rush.

Sabine blushed beet red as she stared at his chest just as hard as he was staring at hers. "You... don't have to worry about that either. I ummm, play with toys, if you know what I mean."

Ezra basically stopped breathing as an image of Sabine playing with herself shot into his mind and he gulped as he found it sexy as hell. "You have got to do that for me. I want to see it," he all but begged.

Sabine's eyes shot up to his. "You don't think it makes me sound slutty or something?"

Ezra shook his head and leaned down, kissing her quickly. "Never. No one calls a guy a slut for taking care of business on his own. Who would call a girl a slut if she does the same?"

Sabine wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a grateful kiss. "You'd be surprised at how many cultures still suffer from backward thinking."

Ezra snorted. "You mean like the old Jedi Order and their no attachment rule?" He rolled his eyes before becoming serious again. Balancing on one hand, he brushed her bangs off her forehead and pressed a kiss to the center of it. Then he kept going, raining butterfly kisses over her eyelids, cheekbones, nose, jawline, and then finally settling on her mouth. "You're perfect and sexy, and mine, no matter what you do," he murmured against her lips before kissing them both breathless.

When he pulled back, Sabine's eyes fluttered open and he smiled at her with the softest, most loving smile she'd ever seen. "I love you, Ezra," she felt compelled to murmur, hands grasping his neck and back tightly.

"I love you more," he said with a grin before pushing more upright again. He glanced down at where they were a fraction away from being connected and then back up at her. "You ready to do this, then?"

She bit her lip again as she nodded, much more sure of herself than she'd been before. "Do it. Join us," she all but demanded.

"As my Countess wishes," he said, winking at her. He looked down again and frowned in concentration as he moved his hips forward a tiny fraction and then another until he was actually touching her soft heat with his tip. Glancing up quickly, he double-checked to make sure Sabine was still okay with this. After receiving an encouraging nod, Ezra pressed forward more until the head had disappeared within her tight clasp. "Oh, Force, that's good," he choked out.

Sabine's arms tightened around him as she wound her legs around his thighs. "I have a feeling it gets better. Keep going." Her eyes closed as he did and she rested her forehead on his shoulder while the biggest thing by far that had ever been inside her surged forward until he was fully seated in her channel. She couldn't help the moan that escaped as her walls pulsed around him in a mini orgasm from the stretching stimulation.

"Oh Force. Oh Force," Ezra panted as he was held in the hottest, silkiest, wettest clasp. "I think my control is going to last for about point five seconds," he warned. "This is kriffing amazing!"

Sabine tilted her head back so she could see him again. "Don't worry about it. Just move. If I don't keep up, then we'll just have to try again."

Ezra stared into her dilated amber eyes with adoration. "Perfect," he said again before he drew back a few centimeters and then surged forward again. They both gasped in unison at how amazing that felt, so he did it again.

And again.

And again.

Soon, he was drawing back further and thrusting harder. Sabine was basically biting his shoulder. And he was having a hard time not babbling nonsense about how much he loved her pussy. He managed to keep it to a more simple and basic chant of, "Love. Love. Love."

And, as he'd feared, the unfamiliar but heavenly stimulation was too much for his control on the first try. He tensed as he hardened even more and his balls drew up tight. "Sabine," he warned on a groan.

She bit him for real as he hit the end of her channel in a, particularly hard thrust. Ezra didn't care. She tore her mouth off him for a second as he pulled back one last time. "Give it to me!" she demanded, so very very close to reaching her own peak.

He did, burying himself in her to the hilt and then shooting off like an explosion in her depths.

Ezra groaned, fisting the bedding as he emptied himself into his beloved wife in the best climax of his life.

His hands were suddenly torn from the sheets as he was pushed over on his back by a miniature warrior goddess.

Sabine clasped her thighs around his hips, dug her nails into his chest, and rode his still hard length, chasing the orgasm that was. Almost. There.

She shifted a little, finding a different angle as Ezra looked up at her with blissed-out eyes and a crooked smile.

The new angle found something more sensitive inside her and she gasped. And then Ezra moved his hands off the bed and found her clit with one and a nipple with the other.

Sabine whimpered and shivered as her muscles clamped down in a powerful orgasm that sent her eyes rolling back.

Ezra watched the mesmerizing scene with awe, as it was easy enough to keep him from going soft inside her. In fact, the echoes of her orgasm were whispering through their bond and into his body, so it was almost like he'd just come again too.

Sabine finally relaxed enough to open her eyes and collapse forward onto his chest, snuggling into the hard muscles with a contented sigh. "I think I love your cock," she murmured against his skin.

Ezra chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her back and threaded the fingers of one hand through the silky strands of her cream and purple hair. "I happen to be particularly fond of it, myself," he said with a smile.

Sabine's eyes popped open and she looked at him with horror. "Did I say that out loud?"

He nodded and kissed her nose. "Yep. But if it makes you feel any better, I love your pussy, too."

She blushed and tucked her head back down, hiding her face. "Shabla haran," she muttered. And that was it.

Ezra just chuckled some more, more a rumble in his chest that she felt more than anything else.

"That's a new one. I get shabla, but what's haran?" Although, now that he thought about it, he's pretty sure he's heard her mutter it during missions that had gone from bad to worse.

Sabine glanced up at him before she settled into the crook of his neck with a sigh. "Haran means something like 'hell' but so much worse. It's more like the annihilation of the cosmos."

Ezra laughed out loud. "It's not that bad, Sabine, honest. I'm super flattered."

She huffed and nipped the skin under her mouth. "You would be, cocky Jedi."

Ezra just grinned and kissed the top of her head.

His hands caressed the velvet skin of her back and his cock was thoroughly enjoying its current location of her even more velvety channel. He thought he'd be perfectly content to stay locked together with her for the rest of his life if it was even remotely practical.

It took Sabine a minute to notice, but she did eventually, that the cock she'd decided was the most perfect appendage ever was still hard as a rock inside her. From what she knew of male anatomy, that wasn't normal. Shouldn't he be going soft by now? She wriggled a little in experimentation and heard him catch his breath.

Pushing up again, she looked at him with curious eyes. "I'm pretty sure we did it right, but I'm getting the impression you'd like to do it again." She deliberately clenched her walls around him as she said this, smirking as his eyes immediately dilated almost to black.

Ezra grasped her hips and smirked right back as he lifted her slightly and then let her fall. "I'm thinking the first time wasn't quite as perfect as it could be. I'm thinking we need more practice. I'm also thinking there are many more positions for us to try and it would be awesome to see how many of them I can make you come in."

Sabine's breath caught as he continued to pick her up and drop her as he spoke, but now doing it without touching her with his hands. Instead, he was using the Force and the show of control was setting her off incredibly quickly. "I think I really, really like that idea, Ez'ika," she purred. "If you can make me come five more times in five new positions in the next hour, I'll go down on you." She paused for effect and then leaned forward between his drops. Putting her mouth right against his ear, she added with a husky whisper, "And swallow."

Ezra's eyes widened almost comically before he grinned like a Tooka. "Challenge accepted, Cyar'ika."

She quickly found herself lifted up and spun around so she was facing his feet and then lowered right back onto his shaft. He sat up behind her and surrounded her with his presence as he played with her clit and her breasts while nibbling little love bites up and down her neck.

Sabine moaned and wrapped her hands around his head backwards while he thrust into her slow and deep.

Something made her think he wasn't going to have any trouble winning her challenge.

And, stars, was she ever looking forward to it.