Ezra's POV

I sit and lie awake with the women I love in my arms. I look down at Aria who is sleeping lightly in my arms. Despite how much she denies it, she softly snores when she sleep, which I find completely adorable.

I am glad that Aria said that she feels safe with me. After all the drama that went down involving Maggy and the book, I thought that I would lose Aria forever. I honestly don't know what I would do without her. She's the one; I know it. I look over at the clock and it read 1:08 a.m. I gently slip my arms out from under Aria and try not to wake her. I get up to go to the bathroom and try to be as quiet as possible, but when I go back out, Aria is awake.

She looks up at me and gives me a sly smile. "Sorry. I didn't want to wake you," I said. I made my way back to the bed. I sat up in it, as did Aria, and she leaned her head against my chest. "No, it's fine. I want to spend time with you." I wrap my arm around her and trace circles on her arm and plant a kiss on the top of her head.

I feel her take a deep breath as her body slightly rises and falls against mine. "Ezra," I hear her whisper quietly. "Yes baby?". She move so she is lying on her stomach, propped up by her forearms, and looking at me.

"Look, I know I said that I didn't want to talk about it. But… I can't get the idea of the dollhouse out of my mind. I just- I don't know how to deal with everything. And Hannah keeps on telling us the we should talk about it with someone and- I don't know." She looked down at her twiddling fingers. She continues softly, "I guess that I just feel the most comfortable with you." Once she gets out everything that she needed to say, she looked back up at me. "I mean if that's okay with you," she adds quickly.

I look at her amazed. She has been so strong. She has dealt with more these past two years than most people do in their lifetime. She has managed to cope with everything so well. She is such a beautiful soul. She will never cease to impress me by how tenacious and compassionate she is. I move to cup her face with my hand. "Aria, I love you. I'm glad you've decided to talk about. You know you can tell me anything, and I am honored that you are telling me something so personal." I lean forward to give her a sweet, soft and gentle kiss to let her know she can trust me and feel safe.

Aria's POV

I took a deep breath and began to tell Ezra everything that went on down in the dollhouse. I told him about how the rooms -A had locked us in were set up exactly like our own, how he had us set up our own prom. I explain how we were locked in our rooms, separated for weeks; left in there to be tortured and never leaver. No windows and completely surrounded by concrete. I told him all the ways -A would torture us; how we would have to choose between the other three on who would get water or food that day, and how if we didn't choose, it would happen to all of them. I was saying how sometimes, I would be so hungry it felt my stomach would start eating itself and how some days when I was thirsty, I wouldn't pee at all.

I explained to him every detail and feeling I could think of and he sat there attentively listening to every word that came out of my mouth. He was patient when I was crying, as well as comforting and supportive, and he validated me on every level. The more and more I told him, the more and more I was glad I did this. Ezra has always been there for me, even when we weren't together. He loves me and knows how to make me feel loved. I am so grateful to have him to turn too.

Ezra gets up to make two cups of coffee. We've been talking so long. It's now a quarter 'til four, so we figured we should just pull an all nighter. Ezra walked back to the bed with two steaming cups of coffe. He hands mine to me, climbs in the bed, and scoots closer to me. I take a sip of my coffee and see that he made it just the way I like it: with two sugars with soy milk. I give him a small "thank you" and he returns with a boyish smile. I love how can remember even the smallest things about me.

I clear my throat to pick up where I left off. "I just feel so guilty about what I did to the girls. Having to choose between them was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. I mean- those days they didn't get the chance to eat- that's on me, Ezra." I look down at my coffee. "I just can't get over what I did to them."

Ezra sets both of our coffees down on the nightstand, scoots over, and pulls me into and embrace. "Babe, you did absolutely nothing wrong," I look up at him in disagreement, but he continues. "Look, -A is sadistic and evil. He would have tortured you guys no matter what. You having to make decisions of who, was actually -A torturing you.

"-A would have done this stuff no matter what, but by making all of you guys the middlemen, he was just furthering the torture. You did nothing wrong. You were the victim here, not the assailant." I nod my head slowly, starting to come around to the idea. "Do you really think that?" He moves his hands up so that they are cupping my face. "I do."

It is amazing the effect that he has on me. I never in my life thought I would love somebody so much. I move my hands up to his head and pull him into passionate kiss and Ezra kisses back with just as much force. I feel him trail his tongue across my lips, desperately wanting entrance, which I give him. He flicks his tongue against mine and I moan into his mouth. I move so I am straddling his hardening cock. He moans at the feel of my damp pussy grinding against him.

He pushes forward so we are sitting up, with me in his lap, in the middle of the bed. HE wraps his arms around my bare torso pulling my chest against his. I start moving my hands up to play with his hair and his ears. I feel as his hands trace light circles against my waist causing a shiver to rush through my spine.

I move my hands so they are against his chest and start running them up and down making him moan. Then, I move them down to his thighs, getting dangerously close to his now fully erect member, making sure to tease him. His heavy breath tells me that my ministrations are taking just the effect I wanted them to.

I move my lips from his to start kissing his neck. I was determined to leave him several hickies of my own. I push his back so that we are laying down again and I slowly starts moving lower and lower; kissing on his collar bones, his chest, and now his stomach. Ezra realised where this was going and cups the side of my face to pull me up to his eye level. He opens his mouth to protest, but instead I place a quick kiss on his lips and smile. I lean down so that my mouth is next to his ear and whisper, "Come on Ez, please let me suck your cock. I want to." With that I feel him get even harder against my leg.

After several moments without a word, I smile in victory as I make my way back down his body. I look up at Ezra and see him looking back down at me. His eyes were full of lust and he was eagerly anticipating my next move. I then turn my attention back to his big, throbbing cock. I think back to the night when we first made love. When I had seen it, I didn't think it was going to fit.

With one hand, I wrap my fingers around the bottom of his shaft while my second hand goes to massage his balls. I slowly start pumping up and down and Ezra throws his head back followed by a load moan. I look up and see that his eyes are closed, which is the perfect time for me to start what I was about to do next. Keeping my eyes on him, I give a kiss on the tip of his cock, then slowly move my mouth around his head. Ezra's eyes shoot open and he looks down at me, clearly turned on my my eyes staring at ahim hungrily. I start to bob my head up and down, taking him deeper and deeper into my throat each time. I move my right hand at the same pace that my head is bobbing. I smile against his cock as I hear him whisper "fuck" under his breath. I love being able to have such an effect on him.

Then, I decide to do something special, given that it has been such a long time since I have given him oral. I slide him completely out of my mouth, then without hands, I wrap my mouth back around his dick and slide all of him into my mouth, never once stopping to adjust. By now, Ezra is writhing under me. "Fuck," he growls hungrily. "Aria I'm about to-". Before he could finish his statement, I swallow which sends him completely flying over the edge. His hot cum shoots down my throat and I look up at him as I lick up every last bit of it.

Once he recovered from his orgasm, he looked at my and shook his head in disbelief with a boyish smile plastered on his face. "I still don't understand how you got so good at that." I climb back up so my face is right by his. "Well," I state. "Although I was a virgin when I met you, I had had my fair share or wild nights in Iceland." He chuckles and looks at me with a loving gaze. "I feel like I'm meeting a new Aria everytime we talk about Iceland." I giggle a little. "Well, when you're sixteen, in a foreign country that defines you of legal drinking age, and with minimal parental supervision… things can get a little out of hand."

We both let out a quiet laugh. There is a moment of silence until Ezra's gaze catches mine. My breath hitched. I am startled by how much he can effect me. Before I know what's happening, his lips are on mine. I respond by grabbing his face and pulling him deeper into the kiss. He flips us over so now he's on top and I'm on the bottom. He kisses me forcefully as we head into the second round for the evening.