Thrawn pov

My now wife 'Emma' and I just got back to the large door to our hotel room after the wedding ceremony and reception, during which I did my best to get 'her' drunk on wine and champagne to make tonight easier on both of us. Last time my partner was given wine 'she' became rather frisky, but that might also have been how I was the only one allowed to so much as acknowledge the poor padawan leaving 'her' desperate for my attention. As of late my wife

I finally get to call Ezzy that, my Wife.

has been accompanying me to meetings with both The Ascendancy (in secret and over holo) and some less secure Imperial meetings at the Senate to prepare us for our royal duties.

There is no reason to concern myself with politics tonight, all I need to worry about is creating life. I reminded myself

Despite 'her' drunken stupor Ezra was still tense over moving beyond our 'practice' and into our first time actually making love. (This is 'her' first time, I should probably take it slow to let my little Padawan adjust. hopefully my patience paid off.) Trying to lighten the mood, I scooped 'her' up bridal style before opening the door "This is a human tradition, correct?" I smiled as my right foot stepped over the threshold.

Ezra seemed humored by the motion and let out a light laugh as 'she' held tightly to my shoulders. A few steps more and we reached my side of the bed and gently sat her down on the luxurious red and white sheets.

I sat down beside my little rebel who was having difficulty undoing the buttons on the back of the dress. My hand gently touched her shoulder and Ezra turned 'her' back to me so I could unfasten the pure white dress.

About halfway down my love's back I got a bit distracted by the way the dress draped off Ezra's shoulders, 'her' soft skin called to me. First my hands carefully ran down her back and my lips followed tracing each faded scar gently. My rebel shivered at my touch and began to moan softly before 'her' hand grasped my hair and guided me to the sweet spot on 'her' neck (now we're having fun, let's see how far we can go) I finished unbuttoning the dress and it slid off with ease revealing a white low backed corset, lace tights and a single garter on her left thigh. I began to undress myself,

I made the mistake of pinning her down reminding my mate of one of the worst days of her life

I love powerful women and the power that comes with physical intimacy, but what my favorite part of getting someone into bed with me is the submission, the idea that these breathing goddesses surrendered to my touch fully, is what made my heart race. Ezra on the other hand was doing everything he could to prevent the connection being formed between them, there would be as much intimacy in this act as if I was screwing a blowup. "No. Neither of us are ready to be lovers"

I need 'her' to submit, and I long for 'her' heart to be mine.

Pulling away from Ezra, I sat down by 'her' hip, not wanting to receive another adrenaline filled kick like the first day I brought 'her' to my vacation home on Nar-Shada.

"You are my wife now, and heirs will come in time. Perhaps after we get back from the honeymoon we will discuss fertility options, like artificial insemination."

Ezra seemed relieved for a moment but remained silent paralyzed by how close I had come to stealing 'her' purity. 'she' folded 'herself' into a fetal position, something had changed, and I had just destroyed all the trust that I had worked for months to create. Before I could win some trust with meaningless trips + trinkets, or steal a hollow kiss with an equally hollow promise. If I want to be king, I have to prove my worth and loyalty with sincerity and by fulfilling Ezra's only true desire, to never be lonely again.