The night before/ early morning
Warning odd ch. and they only get weirder from here
Before you read on- a quick 101 on what these two have been up to since their last chapter: (or skip & enjoy this ship as if its normal)
Please note that Thrawn has been playing the perfect bf, (flowers, chocolates, luxury items and as much affection as Ezra is willing to accept like cheek kisses, and if Ezra is in an especially good mood... An attempted {failed} peck on the lips)
Ezra is becoming more willing to play the long game after failing in every escape attempt (considering there was at least 2-5 attempts a day) so instead he has to become the 'she' his kidnapper desires. (laughing at his jokes, letting Thrawn have some smaller touches, accepting the gifts) in order to escape or act as a fulcrum agent under his nose, should he not be able to escape before it gets too late to return to the rebellion.
Thrawn does not (or at least pretends not to) realize Ezra is lying as he sinks deeper into his own fantasies of no longer being a poor, alone, unloved alien admiral
Starts a day before Family matters.
(shirtless in thin grey PJ bottoms only)
Thrawn POV
After our manners exercises, Ezra finally saw the worthlessness of insisting on sleeping on the floor every night.
I was thrilled for the opportunity to bond with my rebel, but until now, 'she' slept with tightly crossed legs about an arm's length away if 'she' was especially lonely. Admittedly I never thought Ezra would willingly let me any closer than that for at least a year. But tonight was cold and Ezra laid much closer, 'her' back almost touching my chest and my arm falling asleep beneath 'her' head.
Hoping to get my pet even closer I slid the blanket halfway down to our waists. I let out a quiet chuckle as Ezra nuzzled deeply into my body as 'she' pulled the thick grey comforter up to 'her' chin until we were spooning.
Except 'she' never stopped nuzzling deeper into my chest, forcing me back up further and further until I was only 6 inches from the edge of the bed.
"Ezra sweetie, I'm going to fall off,"
'She' laughed lightly making me realize that the comfortable cuddling was all a ruse to make me vulnerable. Ezra quickly flipped over to place 'her' feet square in the center of my chest and pushed with as much strength as possible causing me to collapse onto the floor, dragging most of the comforter with me. I looked up to see Ezra kneeling on the edge of the bed, the short white nightdress seemed to make 'her' eyes shine brightly, or perhaps it was 'her' naturally mischievous spirit shining through.
"You're a perverted bastard, you know that right Thrawn?" My pet commented as I stood up, 'she' laughed, and I smirked back as my soft grey pajama pants brushing against the tops of my feet.
"You're going to pay for that my pet" I cooed as I placed one knee on the bed, Ezra, feeling dangerously untouchable, sat up and met my glowing eyes with a devilish smirk, completely unaware that I was ready to pounce. Within a second I was laying with my head on 'her' shoulder.
"Get off me! You're too heavy, can't breathe..." my future mate chided, more enjoyment than intended making it's way to 'her' voice.
"What time is it?" I asked, despite having a good idea of the answer.
"It's 3 40 something mrehh" Ezra hissed trying to lift me off
"So we still have three hours then, goodnight sweetie." I whispered in her ear as I fell back asleep, my arms wrapped tightly around my little rebel.
Next morning
At some point during the night Ezra and I somehow switched positions, as now 'her' head rested over my heart, her arms draped across my chest and around my left shoulder, with legs splayed comfortably around my waist. A soft snore was the only sound in the room as I considered the risks of trying to escape the warm embrace of my stolen mate. But why would I ever want to? My fingers gently brushed through Ezra's midnight hair.
I could stay like this forever, I think I lo... No, I can't truly feel that way about this sleeping rebel, this relationship is a power play. I thought as I started to sit up.
Ezra began to stir, but rather than fully waking up or trying to escape this compromising position, he muttered a soft 'five more minutes' and nuzzled into my cerulean skin, forcing me to lay back down. I felt the corners of my mouth lift into a soft smile, I've been telling Ezra to enjoy the pleasure of my companionship, I think it's time to take my own advice about him and begin enjoying the comfort he brings me.
I simply watched the rise and fall of Ezra's breathing until he, no 'she', began to awaken. 'Her' drowsy blue eyes scanned the room and bed in confusion for a moment, before trying to lift 'herself' off of me. Instead 'she' slipped in 'her' haste and ended up awkwardly straddling me, rather than escaping back to 'her' side of the bed.
My hands instinctively wrapped themselves around Ezra's hips and I sat up so that Ezra was facing me on my lap. Once we were both seated my right hand found itself alongside Ezra's face and brushing 'her' cheek with my thumb. "Are you ok, Ezzy?"
"Yea, I'm fine." 'She' lied, trying to escape.
"I didn't mean to scare you, what's wrong?"
"You're changing me, but I don't know what to do about it." My rebel squirmed
"Only to the public eye, not even your all-powerful Bendu can change you fully" I hushed, brushing his cheek.
"Doesn't keep you from trying." Ezra sighed, still drowsy.
"How about an example to explain. Ezra Ephraim Bridger, you are kind of like Kaff. True, I want to make some minor tweaks, but adding the same cream and sugar you like in Kaff to hot water and it's disgusting, it's the strength of the Kaff that makes the beverage worth drinking. Your antics are what hold my attention, You having a slightly modified form simply makes you all the better."
(A/n this is Thrawn trying to feel better about himself, real love doesn't work like this)
"You almost sound like you care what I think." Ezra sassed, leaning back into a stretch.
"Ezzy, it may sound counterintuitive but I do. Eventually, we can make this work. It may not be true love, or even romantic love at all but there is a kind of love based on duty and respect called Pragma, it works for other political relationships, why not this one."
"You don't even know what I like," 'she' stated flatly as she tried to maneuver into a less intimate position. "Not even my favorite color."
"Nonetheless let me learn more. I promise to listen to and respect you." I purred pulling 'her' back in. Ezra has a point. I don't know anything else, hell I don't know his favorite color or his preferred... What if he's straight too? "Ezra, I probably should have asked this earlier but do you even have a preference? I mean you could be into hutts for all I know. And I want you to be at least somewhat comfortable with me."
"Lucky for you I have no kriffing clue what I like. The only thing I know I like is human like mouths and low odor." Ezra muttered. So there is hope for me.
"Agreeable, although I admit that in addition, I prefer females with warm toned skin like yours." I added gently stroking Ezra's arm.
"Ok, I admit your not ugly either." Ezra blushed lightly.
"Let's make a game of this, my turn... I enjoy your dry wit. Most people are excessively professional with me so it's a good change. and I don't have to be so serious myself either. Your turn Ezzy."
"I like how warm your torso is, although your hands are freezing sometimes." Ezra smiled hesitantly, his eyes flashing brightly for a moment before grabbing one of my hands then pretending to shiver. I absolutely love when he lets his guard down like this.
"Comes with being from an ice planet. Let's see, I like how clever and ingenuitive you are." I laughed, planting a kiss on Ezra's forehead. "Never would have thought to use the glass statue to block the beam from connecting. You didn't even set off the alarm."
"Kallus could do that, and you still caught me." Ezra deflected the compliment, looking away in hopes of hiding his increasing blush.
With the same care I offer to my favorite pieces of art I lifted his chin so our eyes could meet. "No, he was a good agent but only my lothcat could be so clever." I said calmly leaning forward. "Ezra, you certainly have grown on me." our foreheads are together now, I wasn't sure if it was my pulse racing faster or Ezra's. "I need to be with you" my voice came out as a whisper just before our lips met.
Ezra didn't flinch this time allowing for more than just a quick peck. As our first real kiss was a bit tentative but still sweet from the night before's desserts. I crave more. My arms draped themselves around Ezra's back against the soft white satin of 'her' nightgown. While Ezra was more hesitant, one arm bravely curled itself around my neck, the other hand against my shoulder ready to push me away.
I need more my heart screamed, but trying to deepen the kiss myself was too risky. I couldn't risk cheapening my sentiments to just a part of the game we seemed to play. I opened myself up so Ezzy could decide how far this one kiss would bring us, my mind finally focusing on the lips of my future mate. I could feel the tiny rough spot on the bottom where he nipped it whenever things got tense, the spots of the slight chappness from the dry air of my apartment, but still the bits of softness are textured in a way making me melt differently than I have ever before.
Every detail feels perfect, the kiss, how we are embraced, the soft circles Ezra's fingers are tracing across my neck and hairline and the way the sheets are wrapped around us...
until the most inappropriate part of me tried to join in. near immediately Ezra pushed off of me in shock. My face turned purple with embarrassment and Ezra's face was equivalently red.
"Guess neither of us are completely straight." my little rebel tried to joke from 'her' new spot sitting in the middle of the bed, also trying hard not to look at the tent made by the offending organ.
Grabbing a pillow and placing it on my lap I nodded in agreement. "I guess so... " I sighed before remembering "It's your turn, my dear." I said with the ghost of a devilish smirk.
"Fine, you're a decent kisser" Ezra answered smugly.
"Decent? That was fantastic for our first real kiss" I scoffed sarcastically.
"Eh, I've had better." he smirked.
"Then let me show you my better" what was meant to come out as a seductive purr erupted as a cheesy pickup line.
Ezra leaned in a bit, taunting me to do the same. I crawled forward and like the first time we inched closer, but just before I could re-enter heaven Ezra put a finger to my lips
"Try again next time lover boy" he no, 'she' flirted before bouncing off the bed to get ready for the day "I still have my honor to protect."
I loved watching 'her' skip about the room in the thigh length nightgown. Perhaps next time 'she' will let me move the hem even higher.
And today is the day I learn if our odd little family can get bigger someday.