Ursa walked a step behind Ezra down the hall. A few feet ahead up the hall stood Sabine. The three had not planned to meet right at the door of Sabine's and Ezra's room door, but they did. And they were silent.
When Sabine saw Ezra, she gasped. Ezra heard and looked at her. His face drooped, like he'd been hurt. He opened his mouth and then closed it. Sabine tried to say something, but her voice squeaked. She looked at the floor. Ezra shuffled his feet and clasped his hands in front of him . They both looked at each other at the same time.
"I'm sorry, Sabine."
"I'm sorry, Ezra."
They both stopped to let the other speak. They couldn't help but crack a faint smile and chuckle. The Countess and her husband did not notice Ursa walk away, hands stoically behind her back. Her work was done.
Ezra gestured to their closed door.
"Shall we go inside and talk?"
"I think we probably should," Sabine said quietly. Ezra opened the door for her. She walked in and heard him close it. She sat down on the couch. Ezra sat across from her. He put his arms on his knees, his hands going together immediately. He looked like he was trying to decide where to start.
"Well, I already said I'm sorry, but I'm sorry, about yelling at you and anything else I did or said. I shouldn't have. I understand your…position and I need to learn to respect that."
"Thank you, but, you had every right to get mad. Just because I'm a countess doesn't mean I should shirk off my duties as a wife." The two grew silent and blushed a bit.
"I didn't mean what I said, about wishing I'd never married a countess. I love you, Sabine. What I really meant was that, I wish we didn't have to deal with all the duties and protocol."
"Oh, I wish that too. I hate meetings. I like things that involve the villagers, but royal stuff…it's just tiring."
"Yeah," Ezra agreed.
He got up from his seat and sat down next to his wife. He took her hand and kissed it. She looked at their hands as he put them down. She still remembered Ezra with the other woman. She took her hand out of his and crossed her arms. Ezra looked at her, confused. "Ezra, I do consider our time together precious, I do. If I could, I'd spend every minute of my time with you and our children. But, Ezra, I'm not sure I can trust you with your time when you're not with me."
"What?" Ezra cocked his head at her, his brows knit tight together. Sabine looked at him coldly.
"I saw you with another woman." Sabine tried to keep her voice even. Ezra's eyes rolled up as he tried to recall when he was with someone.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Sabine," he said, shaking his head.
"Oh, sure." Sabine got up and began to pace the room. "I'm sure you could easily forget about that woman. I'm sure there are plenty of gorgeous women who just throw themselves on you and say 'I love you.' And I bet you go around handing flowers out to everyone too." Realization dawned on Ezra's face.
"Oooooh."
"Oh? Oh? That's, that's all you have to say. Oh."
"Sabine, what you saw, it's, it's not what you think it is." Ezra was smiling, trying to keep himself from laughing.
"Oh, I'm sure it's not."
"You know, you're sexy when you're jealous."
"Don't flatter your way out of this," Sabine snapped. put his hands up to show he was backing off. "Who was she and why were you two all over each other? Well?" Ezra shook his head, his smile cracking wider. He was having a very, very hard time not outright guffawing.
"Okay, Sabine. Just, sit down first, okay?" She sat on the edge of the bed. "I sort of meant by me, but fine. Sabine, that girl-"
"That was not a girl."
"Fine, that woman, she's friend of mine."
"Mm-hm."
"No, Sabine, a friend from when I was a kid." Ezra's voice changed. His face slackened. Ezra hardly ever mentioned anything from his past. Sabine looked at him, finally willing to listen. "Yeah. She and I were like, I don't know, brother and sister on Lothal where I grew up. She works here. She actually started when you and I got married. You can't imagine my surprise when I saw her after so long." Sabine didn't say anything. Ezra continued. "Anyway, I caught her yesterday heading to meet her sweetheart. He works at the Compound too, as a maintenance worker in the space hanger. I was asking her how their relationship was going and she was saying they were engaged. I put the flower in her hair so she would look nice. I said congratulations and she hugged me. That's it. Okay? You can ask her, she'll confirm everything and-"
"No, Ezra. I believe you." Sabine talked into her lap. She lifted her head a bit, still focusing on her hands. "But you made the smolder at her." She looked squarely at Ezra. "That's my face." Ezra blinked, then grinned.
"Yeah, it is, but, that face is how I got out of trouble as a kid. It was a joke between the two of us. I asked her if she used it to get the guy to ask her to marry him. She said she used more sophisticated ways of seduction."
"The smolder is totally sophisticated," Sabine said. "That woman doesn't know what she's talking about." Ezra laughed.
"That's what I told her!" As an afterthought, "I knew there was a reason why I married you."
"You mean you never had a reason before?"
"Oh, sure, lots, but I couldn't narrow it down to one. Now I have one; you like my smolder."
"Ah, such high standards." The couple chuckled. From across the room, the two looked back at each other. Their faces softened when their gazes connected.
"Does this mean you forgive me? Because, I forgive you, even though you didn't do anything. I just figured you'd probably think you did something and you'd want to hear that."
"Yes, Ezra, I forgive you. And You're right, I didn't do anything, that's why we had a fight." Sabine groaned and flopped back on the bed, covering her face. "And, I am such an idiot! I got mad over absolutely nothing!"
"Well, it must not have looked like nothing, my friend and I, I mean. Remember when I saw you and that guy at our engagement party?" Sabine chuckled and sat up. She looked across the way at Ezra.
"By the way, Ezra, do you by chance remember anything from last night?"
"I'm glad and ashamed to say no. I know I got hammered and I do…stuff when I get hammered." Ezra trailed off, biting his lip as he remembered old drunken bouts.
"Well, you said I have a great ass."
Ezra considered his drunken words. "You do."
Sabine laughed. "Oh, really? Is it your favorite feature about me?"
"Oh, no, no." Ezra walked over to her and sat down next to Sabine on the bed. He put an arm around her. "I don't have a favorite feature, because I love all of you." Ezra kissed the crown of her head. Sabine sank into his embrace.
"I'm sorry," Sabine whispered into Eugene's chest.
"I'm sorry more," Ezra whispered into her hair.
"I'm sorry most."
"I'm sorry times infinity."
"Ezra!" He laughed as Sabine playfully shoved him. He fell back on the bed and pulled Sabine with him. She collapsed on top of him, splayed out like a rag doll. She mumbled an apology, but when she tried to get off of him, Ezra put his hands on her back and held her there. He slid his hands down her back and all the way to her bottom. He squeezed it. She sat up with a yelp. Ezra grinned slyly at her.
"See, great ass. Do you still want that make up sex now?" he asked her.
"Is it still make up sex if we've just made up?" Ezra chuckled and Sabine felt it all down her body.
"It can be whatever you want." Ezra lifted his head and kissed Sabine. He brought her head down with both hands. Sabine propped herself up a bit, just so that she wouldn't crush Ezra's chest. He kept one hand on her neck, holding her to his kisses. His other hand came up to her back.
He seems a little eager today, he usually kisses me more, Sabine thought. Well two could play at that game. Still propping herself up, she shifted her weight to one hand and started to unstrap his vest with her now free hand. (This was actually something Sabine was very proud of, being able to undress Ezra with one hand) She thought smugly of herself when she finished untying his vest.
Ezra broke their kisses.
"There's no need to rush, 'Bine. I think your mother gave us the rest of the day off." Ezra pushed himself up and stood, slipping his arms under Sabine. He put his forehead to hers, his eyes as large as a puppy's.
"You know I'm sorry," he started, "but, just for today, will you let me have my way with you? I promise it will be good for you too." Sabine put an arm around his neck, angling his head so his mouth was closer to hers.
"I think I should, since I've been such a horrible wife," she teased. She kissed him, nipping his lips a little. He nipped back.
He sat her down on the bed, leaving her sitting up. She cocked her head at him.
"I think I want you to take my pants off," he said, winking at her. Sabine didn't complain. She stood up, locking her eyes with his. She no longer needed to look at her hands. She didn't break her gaze as she undid his belt. She unbuttoned them and let them fall around Ezra's ankles. Somehow, he still looked dignified.
Ezra slipped his vest off. He crossed his arms and indicated for Sabine to take her armor and body glove off. She rolled her eyes and slowly removed her armor.
"Ezra," she said, "how do you think I should dye my hair?" He blinked at her. She really wanted an answer.
"I was always partial to your white hair with purple tips."
"I was hoping you'd say that."
When all the pieces of armor were off, she turned to give her husband a good view of her rear. Sabine heard a loud rip, and felt the skin on her chest and ass become exposed. Ezra was amused, having watched her breasts and butt expand a bit without the tight bodysuit compressing them.
"Ezra!"
He growled at her. "You said I could have my way with you."
"But I didn't say you could destroy my clothes!"
"But I've always wanted to do that." Sabine scowled at him, but it was forced; she did have to admit, unwilling, it was fucking hot to have her clothes literally torn off of her, but still, how was she going to explain the damage to the seamstresses? No use worrying about it now.
Ezra pulled the destroyed pants down with the Force. Sabine saw him glance down at her panties.
"You'd better not rip those off," she warned.
"I had a different idea." Ezra pulled her on to the bed. Sabine's mouth dropped as she watched Ezra. He took the top of her panties in his teeth and tugged at them. He lifted her legs up and only let go of the underpants when they were too high up. He finished removing them with his hands and tossed those aside too.
"What about you?" Sabine asked, pointing to his shirt and his own underpants. It was Ezra's turn to roll his eyes. He crossed his arms and pulled his own shirt off with more grace than Sabine had with her bodysuit. He removed his last article of clothing with the same sort of fluid movement.
It never took a lot for him to get horny, Sabine thought.
Sabine laid completely still, complying for Ezra's request.
"You don't have to act like you're dreading it," Ezra said, a little crestfallen. "I said it would be good for you too."
"Well, I don't know what you want me to do."
"Hm, true." Ezra sat back and thought.
"I could give you a back massage," Sabine suggested.
"What?" Ezra's head popped up at the idea. Sabine got on her knees and put her hands on Ezra's neck.
"I must have put you under a lot of stress of late. Let me work the tension out." Before Ezra could agree, Sabine let him go, and forced him down on his stomach.
"You know, you won't get rid of the stress if you throw me around."
"Oh, be quiet and let me work." Ezra chuckled and put his hands under his chin. Sabine's heart beat fast at the sight of seeing Ezra's shoulder blades move under his taut skin. She'd never seen him move from the backside before. He actually had a pretty good ass too.
Sabine kneeled over her husband and put her hands on his shoulders. She started to work the muscles loose. Ezra started to groan almost immediately.
"Am I hurting you?"
"No…." he moaned. "Just the opposite." He sure didn't sound like he wasn't in pain, but he didn't complain.
She mostly worked at his shoulders, but she teased him by running fingers down his spin. He really was tense. Sabine felt guilty for that. Her hands got tired fast, but Sabine was willing to do anything to make Ezra feel better. She worked the knots loose, amazed by how hard they were. She found one spot, right where his neck met his shoulders that was particularly tough.
"Geez, it's like a rock." Ezra only moaned an indifferent shrug. He was too engrossed in the back rub.
Sabine stopped. She sat back on his bottom. It took Ezra a second to realize that his wife had ceased rubbing his back. He twisted to look at her. Her arms were crossed.
"I'm putting you to sleep, aren't I?"
"No…." Sabine didn't believe his answer. "Maybe." Ezra groaned and sat up, angling his body to the right so that Sabine would fall in the middle of the bed. He knelt over her. "I suppose it would be problematic if I fell asleep, wouldn't it?"
"Only slightly," Sabine smiled. Ezra smiled back. He moved over her, adding kisses to his fluid movement. He kept wandering from her mouth, wanting her neck and eyes at the same time. Sabine put her hands on his face to keep him place. She felt him smile through a kiss.
He brought a hand up to her breast. Sabine's heart leapt at the touch. With his face so close to hers, she saw none of his other movements. He tweaked a nipple, twisting it between his fingers. Sabine 'awed' into his mouth.
They stopped for a moment for her to remove the rest of her bodysuit, leaving her just as naked as him, then picking up where they left off.
He moved his hand down her stomach when her nipple became hard.
Sabine released his face and he traced its roughness over her body. She shuddered. He came up to nuzzle her neck. She ran her fingers through his hair, letting a leg twist with his.
Ezra put a hand on that leg and moved that scoured hand over her soft skin. He placed his other hand on her other leg. Ezra played dangerously close to Sabine's center. But he was teasing her. Sabine sighed in irritation. Ezra smirked.
"Sorry Countess, it's my rules today."
Sabine was about to say something snappy back when Ezra wrapped his arms over her thighs and pulled her up to him. His erection came close to her, but Ezra bent down, hiding it. He actually bent down very low. He brought her hips up higher and his face disappeared between her legs.
She felt his tongue slip inside her.
Sabine's body convulsed at the sudden shock. She watched through tearing eyes as he brought a hand up. He pressed a thumb to her clit and her stomach tensed. Her head grew hot and fuzzy. Ezra had not stimulated her like this in a long time. She clawed at the sheets, mewling for more. She wanted it deep.
"Please," she whispered hoarsely. But Ezra didn't comply. He continued his feast of her, pleasing her for now with his tongue and thumb.
The truth was actually that he couldn't stand it for much longer either. He and Sabine had not been together in weeks and he was long overdue. He tired to satisfy himself as he caressed Sabine with his other hand; stroking himself, but nothing was better than his wife. Again, Sabine pleaded. But Ezra was still wanting to tease.
He moved his head away from her, setting her back on the bed. He inserted two fingers, enjoying Sabine's face as her voice caught.
"Please what?" he asked, moving his hand slowly.
"Ezra…"
"Ezra what?"
"You… fucker."
"What is it that you want, Countess?" His voice was so low and grating. It was becoming hard for him to hide his own desire.
"You…inside…"
"Inside what?" Oh, Sabine was going to get him back somehow for this.
"Inside me, you idiot." She looked up at him. "That's where you've put it before."
Ezra had to stifle a laugh. He scissor opened his fingers in her and twisted them. Sabine writhed a little under him.
"Do it already." Her eyes were closed and her voice was small. Ezra bent down to her ear.
"As you wish it, Countess." He nibbled at her lobe as he tortuously pulled his fingers out in an unhurried manner.
Sabine opened her eyes to watch her husband position himself over her. He noticed her looking at him. He grinned crookedly. Without entering her, he came up to her face and placed a hand over her eyes.
"Ezra, what ar…" She stopped mid word. She felt his erection against her. He was still teasing her. Was this her punishment for neglecting him for so long? Well, if it was, it was working. Sabine was going mad with the growing desire Ezra kept building up inside of her. But she knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer himself, and she was right.
Ezra penetrated her, pressing in as deep as he could. Since she had not seen his movements, Sabine was unprepared. She let out a loud cry and almost whimpered. Ezra finally removed his hand. But it was not to support himself or to caress Sabine's face. No. He wrapped a hand over each leg and to Sabine's confusion, flipped her over onto her stomach, all the while maintaining contact.
Sabine said nothing. They had been in this position before, and she loved it.
Ezra paused in his movements, to see if Sabine would protest in any way, but when she said nothing, he continued. Again, putting his hands on her thighs, Ezra spread her legs as far as they would go and raised her hips up too. He bent over her on his knees, leaning down to nip at her ear before he spoke.
"The rule still stands."
The rule. If it hurts, let him know.
Sabine nodded her head. Ezra went back up and began to swing his hips.
Ah, he's pounding on my core, Sabine thought. She dug her face into the sheets, Ezra's movements rattling her spine all the way to her brain. He filled her up much more deeply in this position and the sensation left her with no words. All Sabine could manage were high sounds of pleasure. She panted hard. She held on, wanting the moment to last much longer.
Sabine squeezed herself around Ezra and she was rewarded with a deep thrust. Ezra brought a hand up to where he was working and began to massage her clit again.
No, you'll make me cum. Sabine bit her lip, the ecstasy starting to rip through her.
Ezra kissed her between her shoulder blades, making sure to brush his beard against her spine. He enjoyed her tremble mixed with a shallow breath. He stroked her harder, moving quicker and deeper. Sabine wasn't sure how much deeper he could go or how much more she could take of this.
It wasn't for much longer. Sabine washed over Ezra. Her hips drooped and Ezra had to catch her. He kissed her again on the back and swiftly turned her back around, never breaking his movements. He knew he could get her to orgasm again and he started his movements again, faster than before.
Sabine found her voice again and knew to call her husband's name. He was everywhere on her: lips, eyes, neck, ears, breasts, torso. Sabinecould not keep track of him as her mind fogged up again. Her stomach twitched as another shock of ecstasy came over her and again and again.
Ezra was close. His breath was ragged and he was drenched in sweat. His grunts were strained. He held out for her, wanting her to cum one more time for him. Her voice was now many octaves high and Ezra's name could not have sounded sweeter. Sabine reached her final climax and went limp. Ezra was spent too. He discharged his desire into Sabine and held himself there, letting his final heat seep into her. He removed himself slowly and laid down next to his wife. Sabine's eyes were closed, but she was smiling.
"Make up sex is fun," she rasped out in breathy giggles. Ezra kissed her above the ear.
"You think so? What about the classic sex?"
"Classic?"
"Love-making." Sabine sat up.
"Is that a request for later?" she asked.
"Maybe, but right now," Ezra slipped an arm under her and pulled her to his chest, "I don't want to let you go."
Sabine listened to Ezra's heart; it reminded her of an excited child. Sabine loved the sound of Ezra's heart.
"I don't want you to let me go." Ezra's chest vibrated with a chuckle.
"Then I guess we are at a mutual position."
It was the middle of the day, but the couple began to drift off to a well deserved sleep. And as Sabine listened to Ezra's breathing as it steadied, she knew that things were all right between them now. And if they ever had another fight, they always had make-up sex. But Ezra was right; love-making was better.