Hands Of Time | Ezria

Chapter Eight

This chapter contains mature content. If you are sensitive to content as such, you are free to read until you are comfortable:)
- abbie ❤

"Here, take these and change," I said to Ezra, who was now free to go, holding out his jogging bottoms and blue polo shirt. He smirked at me as I closed the blinds for him to get changed. He took of his hospital clothes, displaying his amazing body. Unfortunately, there was a cut on the side of his hip from where the wires had been connected, but it didn't look painful or harmful.
"Enjoying the view?" He snickered, as I nodded slowly, my mouth beginning to water. I closed my lips shut just as I realized how I was looking at him.
He then slid on the jogging bottoms and took my hand.
"You have to stop doing that!" I said, playfully as I punched his arm very lightly.
"Why? My baby likes it so I enjoy doing it," he smirks. I roll my eyes, as I collect the tons of medicines Ezra has been prescribed to. That might have been the last time he got dressed on his own in front of me. Who knows what the future held? Bad thoughts flooded my mind as I looked at Ezra, his eyes were more sunken and his face a little paler. But no matter how sick he looked, he always seemed fine. That was the only problem with Ezra. He's such a happy soul that you think he's so happy that his life must be perfect and must not have a problem in the world. Well, they were wrong.

I stuffed the medicines carefully into my bag as we left the hospital, hand in hand. Ezra's hands were warm, that was a surprise. This past day, ever since he's been in hospital he's been stone cold.

"Can I drive?" He asked, pouting, as we approached the car.
"Absolutely not!"
"Aria, I've got Heart Cancer, I'm not paralyzed from the hip down," he joked. The two words lingered in my mind. Heart Cancer. My baby had Heart Cancer. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I could tell Ezra noticed by the way he came over and comforted me. I took his embrace, as my tears soaked him, once again.

"Hey, hey it's going to be okay. We'll fight this, together," he spoke quietly.

"And what if we lose the war?" I whine, clutching his shirt.

"I promise you, Aria Marie Montgomery. We will NOT lose this war," he replies. And by the sight sniff that escapes his nose, I could tell he was about to cry too. But that's understandable. He should be the one crying.

After long minutes of hugging and crying, we got into the car. Ezra reached into the glove compartment and bought out a CD. The disk read ''The Fray' and as he slid the CD into the disk player, tears fulfilled my eyes.
Ezra skipped all the songs until we came to track 5 - Happiness.
"Ezra..."
"I know you love this song. We love this song. This is our song," He whispered, placing his hand on my bare knee as I drove down the busy roads, heading towards Ezra's apartment.
A tear rolled down my cheek, as the chorus came on. I placed my hand on his hand, which was still resting on my knee.

We reached his apartment, as we headed up the stairs towards 3B, hand in hand. He stopped, suddenly. "Ezra? Ezra what's up?" I said, worried.
He stayed silent, just staring at me, with full, open eyes. Just as I was starting to panic, he crashed his lips on mine. At first, I didn't know what to do, but then figured to just go along with it. I ruffled my hands through his hair as he fumbled for the apartment keys in his pocket. He finally found them, my lips not leaving his. He opened the door and threw the keys onto the table.
He traced my lower lip with his tongue, begging for entrance. Of course, I let him in. His kisses trailed down onto my jaw first, then my neck. A small moan escaped my mouth, as he sucked on my neck. He bought his face up back to mine and carried me bridal style to his bed.
I pulled away, breathing hard.
"Ezra..." I breathed.
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," he replies, putting a strand of hair behind my ear as he hovers above me.
"No, no I do. It's just, Ezra you're sick,"
I answer, and he kissed my nose.
"I'm fine, as of now. Let's make most of the moment," He says, and I lean in to kiss him, hard. He then moves down to my neck once again, finding my weak spot. He lifts my top up as to take it off, but he only lifts it half way. Why didn't he just take it off? He could tell I was wondering, as I felt him smile against my neck.

I lift his top off, still passionately kissing him. Then, I take off my own top, leaving me topless, my black lacy bra showing.
He goes further down, kissing past my chest and down onto my stomach.
"Ezra," I moaned.

I slid off my trousers, leaving me just in my underwear & bra. He pushed up against me, as my hands crawled up his back. He slipped off his trousers, as he thrusted against me.

One thing led to another, as I took off my lingerie, left naked. Ezra grabs my cheeks and kisses every inch of my face, then neck.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers behind my ear, causing me to giggle at the feel of his warm breath tickling me.
He again sucks on my neck, which was definitely going to leave a hickey.

We both motioned together under the sheets, as he slipped inside me. A rush of slight but pleasant pain shot through me.
"Are you okay?" He panicked.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," I huffed.
After a while, the pain disappeared and transformed into a nice feeling.
I moaned as he kissed my stomach, going up to my neck, and finally kissed me on the lips.

"I love you," I whispered.