DS9 [NC17] The Tooth of the Matter (O/K) 
by Judith Macquinn / OdoGoddess@aol.com



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A quickie Treksmut for those who have been feeling O/K deprived.  I've no
idea of the *when*...sometime after the six-episode 6th season war, I'd
wager.  <g>

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The Tooth of the Matter, pt. 1
by Judith Macquinn / OdoGoddess@aol.com


"Are you sure it fell back here?"

Kira's voice was muffled on the other side of the room.  "Of courth I am,
dammit!"

"Nerys..."  Odo's voice dropped to a mildly chiding tone.

Her voice grew frantic and muffled now.  "Thorry, thorry, but if we don't
find it..."

"If we don't find it what?"

Kira stopped the frantic sweeping gesture of her hands under her bed 
and sat back on her folded legs to look across the bed at him.  

"You *know* what."

His blue eyes were calm.  "Would it really be so bad if the others knew?"

She sighed.  "You know I'm not ashamed of it, Odo, but..."

"But?"

"Dammit, Odo, juth keep looking!"  She got back on her hands and knees
and started her sweeping motions as far as she could under her side of 
the bed.

"I'm sure I could find it if you let me just--"

"No!"

It was Odo's turn to sit back on his folded legs and look to her with fond
exasperation.  "Nerys..."

"Nereeth nothing!" Kira got up and glared at him.  "Thith ith ridiculuth!"

The slight gap in her front teeth was barely noticeable Odo noted, except of
course, when she had to say anything with an "s" sound.  It was his fault the
cosmetic cap had come loose and fallen out earlier that morning.  Of course,
if they hadn't both been caught up in a rip-roaring climax at the time, it
might not have slid down the sheets and bounced under the bed.

"If you don't want me to use my shapeshifting ability to find it, then I'd
suggest visiting Bashir now, before your shift, and having him replace it."

"He'll jutht laugh at me.  Everybody laughthh at me.  You thood've heard
Furel and Lupatha when thith firth happened!"

"Nonsense.  Bashir is a doctor and I'm sure he's treated other people who
have lost part of their tooth or teeth before."

Kira sighed, then brightened and sat straighter.  "Come with me.  _You_ tell
him why I'm there.  That way I don't have to talk."

"I'm sure he won't ask, he'll only want to repair your tooth."

"Hah!"  Kira's arms folded across her chest.

"Nerys."

"Pleeth thweetheart." Her eyes begged him.

To his credit, Odo did not find her lisp amusing; she remained lovely to him.
 He could not refuse those dark, brown, beseeching eyes.  He nodded.

"All right.  Let's go."

	(-|-) * * * * * (-|-) * * * * * (-|-)

"So how did this happen?"

Odo harumphed a little, discomfited.  "Doctor, is that really important?
 Can't you just fix her tooth?"

"Well, it's highly unusual for a cosmetic cap of this sort to just fall out."
 Bashir assessed Kira's open mouth and shook his head.  "Were you eating
something hard, Major?"

Odo actually choked a little, distracting Bashir from the quavery smirk that
Kira couldn't hide.  "Are you quite all right, constable?"

Odo nodded, managing a pleasant expression and Bashir turned back to 
the now recovered Kira.  "Well, Major?  Did you lose it while you were 
eating something?"

She started to shake her head when he pulled back his dental scanner and
stopped her.  "Please don't shake your head.  You can talk while I use this."

She snorted then and Julian frowned.  "What is it?  Did you injure your
mouth as well, Major?"

"Actually, doctor, she'd rather not speak until you fix her tooth." Odo
supplied helpfully, shrugging a little at Kira's sudden glare.

"That's ridiculous.  It won't harm your tooth any further to speak to me,
Major." He gave her his most professional smile.  "Now, if you could tell me
how this happened--"

"No." she muttered.

"But--"

"No." she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

Bashir looked at her, over at Odo who shrugged at him, then back to Kira.
 "Very well.  But how can I know what part of the replacement might need
reinforcing if I don't know what caused you to lose this one?"

To his surprise, she suddenly reached over to the instrument tray, grabbed a
medical padd and wrote furiously on it.  She handed it to him and he read
aloud, "I won't be doing what caused it to fall out EVER, and I do mean 
EVER, again."

Odo made that odd choking sound again behind him and Bashir turned now,
picking up his med scanner and starting to run it over the flustered
changeling.  "Really, constable.  That doesn't sound good or particularly
normal.  How long have you been making that sound?"

"Eh...only today.  Really I'm fine."  Odo's blue eyes looked beseeching and a
touch woebegone, though, as he looked to Kira over Bashir's shoulder.  The
doctor didn't notice as he was recalibrating his scanner and then running it
along Odo's throat and neck area, now caught up in something else.

"It's really quite amazing, constable.  Your stint in a human form has
definitely allowed you to mimic the functions more effectively.  Do you know
you are reading as humanoid?  Not fully human, but definitely humanoid.
 There's even a heat register and a faint, but discernible doppler-like
circulatory-thrum."

"I've been practicing."

"I'll say."  The scanner moved lower.  "Why, you even have a rudimentary
pulmonary system...and a rudimentary digestive tract...even--" he paused, the
scanner at the level of Odo's hips now and snapped the device into
standby-mode while smiling in a slightly apologetic way at the somewhat
abashed constable.  "Even a few other humanoid...things."

Kira snorted, surprising both men and she glared at Bashir.  "Can you repair
my tooth?"

"Oh, right.  Of course."  He picked up the dental scanner again.  "Well,
then...if you don't want to tell me what happened, perhaps you can tell me if
the stress on the tooth was internal or external?"

Kira considered this, her brows knitting, mouth open as he began to take the
careful measurements of the affected tooth again.  After a while she 
shrugged and began to shake her head.  Bashir moved the dental scanner 
back again.

"Just answer me, Major.  You can talk while I get the measurements I need 
for the medical replicator."

Frustrated, she finally sputtered, "How am I thuppothed to an-ther you when
I'm not thhyooor?"

Bashir nearly dropped the scanner, pursing his lips very primly indeed into
utter non-amusement, although his eyes glimmered now with humor.  "I see."
 He cleared his throat and spoke over his shoulder.  "Constable, perhaps
*you* can tell me then.  Did you notice what the Major was doing at the time
the tooth was lost?"

Odo froze in uncertain alarm.  After a moment long enough for Bashir to turn
and look at him expectantly, he shrugged slightly.  "She...she
was...er...shouting...actually."

Kira rolled her eyes, but Bashir didn't notice this, nodding in
understanding.  "Ah.  So you two were having an argument then, I take it?"

"Well--"

"Yeth."  Kira gave Odo a hard look that only confirmed Bashir's notion.

"And still at odds, I see.  Major, do you remember what I told you about your
blood pressure just last week?"

"Yeth."

"And do you remember I told you that you need to relax, to not get so riled
over things?  Have you been sleeping enough lately?"

Kira gave Odo another look before swallowing and shaking her head.  
"No, not really."

Bashir sighed.  "That's the other reason that you get so easily irritated,
you know.  One needs to get plenty of bed rest."

"Well...I've thh-pent plenty of time in bed.  Juth not thleeping."

"Mm-hmm.  Insomnia is a sign that one is stressed out, Major.  Tired and
overworked.  You really need more time off.  And the two of you need to
forgive each other.  You're good friends.  Good friends shouldn't fight and
shout at each other."  He looked from one to the other until both nodded.  He
sighed.  "All right then, it's settled.  After I replicate a new cap for your
tooth and replace it, you will report to the holosuite for some R&R.
 Doctor's orders, Major."

"But--"

"No buts.  You are off-duty for today.  And to make sure you follow through,
constable, this *is* your day off, is it not?"

"Yes, Doctor."

"Then I would ask for you to make sure my orders are followed, at least this
afternoon.  Kira is not to lift a finger.  She is to program something
relaxing, no adventures or mysteries to solve, just something pleasant.
 Dax's Hoobishian bath program or the Risan seaside or the Betazoid spa,
anything pleasant and relaxing and contemplative."

"Well, I--"

Bashir turned and gave Odo a commiserating look.  "I know, constable, that
you probably had plans, but this is for the major's health.  You can take a
book with you to read while Kira relaxes.  And no arguments from you, Nerys."

Odo blinked as Kira gave him a truly wicked look from over Bashir's shoulder
which settled into her normal cool professional expression as the doctor
turned back to her.  

She nodded affirmatively at Julian.  "No argumenth."

He smiled at this,  pleasantly surprised at this unexpected level of
concession between his two more difficult patients, and continued with his
careful assessment.


	(-|-) * * * * * (-|-) * * * * * (-|-)

"This is simply...incredibly...beautiful."

Odo agreed, although he wasn't looking at the view.  He had already 
seen the view a few times before.  Earth's well-named Grand Canyon
was one of the most majestic places he knew of in the galaxy.  He still
hoped to see it for himself some day, but according to Jake and the 
O'Brien's, the holosuite version wasn't bad.  Right now, though, his 
attention was on the way the Arizona sun gleamed on Kira's dark 
auburn hair, and the way the pine-scented air ruffled through it.  His 
fingers twitched as they longed to do the same thing.  Suddenly she 
turned to look at him, a relaxed and happy smile on her face and he 
nodded.

"Jake told me about it.  He said nothing on Earth could match the incredible
beauty except perhaps the view of the Sahara at dawn.  But the Sahara is
supposed to be hot and I thought you'd appreciate a more temperate locale."

"You're so thoughtful, Odo."  Kira sidled closer to him and took his hand in
hers.  To his delight, she lifted it and kissed it.  "I apologize for
earlier, but..."  She paused, not certain how to phrase her unspoken thought
and finally opted for candor.  "It's just I'd like to keep *us* between us
for awhile."

"Clandestine." He smiled a little.  "Sounds like something an ex-resistance
member would appreciate."

She squeezed his hand gratefully.  "Something like that.  Except I don't
think you'd have appreciated how non-private relationships were back then.
 Living in the caves, tending wounded and bathing and other things normally
not done with others around, nothing but a blanket sometimes to keep
lovemaking private between people." She sighed now, a far-off expression in
her eyes that troubled Odo slightly.  "It's why I didn't allow myself to get
close to anyone.  Well, one of the reasons anyway."

He knew she had seen a great deal as a resistance member, had lived
through a great deal.  He had as well, and had many memories he 
preferred to keep in the past.  Sometimes, however, like now, those
memories intruded.  He finally said simply, "I'd imagine it would also be 
hard when you weren't certain if someone would be returning from a 
mission or not."

She considered him now, then nodded and smiled, moving closer to put 
her head against his shoulder.  He slipped his arm around her and closed
his eyes, reveling in the feeling of her against him.  It made him ease his 
somewhat stiff posture and Kira noted this.

"Why don't we try relaxing, like Doctor Bashir ordered?"

He opened his eyes again and looked down at her.  "What did you have in
mind?"

Those dark brown eyes glimmered with a touch of mischief, but she merely
pointed toward a bank of unobtrusive food replicators by a series of rustic
tourist shops and a large, but still somehow cozy-looking rest lodge,
included in the program.  "We never did have breakfast."

"Remember what Bashir--"

"Nothing too hot, nothing too cold, nothing too hard or chewy until tomorrow
morning...yeah, yeah, let's eat."  She pressed his hand urging him along with
her.  She added teasingly, "Try out that digestive tract Julian says you
have."

He tilted his head, bemused.  "I only form that so I can share a raktajino
with you in the morning, and during our breaks."

"I notice you seem to like that."

He considered this.  "One thing I found myself missing about being humanoid
was the sense of taste.  I can analyze textures and temperatures to a certain
degree, but...well, since my conversion, my sense of taste is severely
blunted.  Only very strong flavors seem to make any impression."

"Well, raktajino is definitely strong." Kira agreed.

"It's one of the few things I can actually experience." Odo sighed.  Kira
considered this, then, to his surprise angled their progress from the
replicators, toward a structure which advertised itself as a clothing shop.
 "Kira?"

"We'll get something in a minute.  I just got an idea."

	(-|-) * * * * * (-|-) * * * * * (-|-)

"All right, try this one now."

"Aren't you hungry?"

"Never mind me.  You go on."

Odo sighed.  He opened his mouth and a spoonful of something warm
and...(yes!)...something _sweet_, filled his oral cavity.  He *could* taste
this!  He left it in his mouth and continued to savor the faint, but definite
tinge of sweetness.  The warmth seemed to add to the flavor, enriching it.
 He'd have to try it cold, he decided, before swallowing it.

"Now there.  I could tell you liked that one."

He turned his bandanna-covered eyes to her and smiled.  "What was that,
Nerys?"

"Hot caramel.  Jake gave me some on some ice-cream once and I thought 
it was great."

"Ice cream."

"I could get you some of that, if you'd like to try it?"

He shook his head. "We've been at this long enough."  They had already
determined that the spoonful samplings of human ethnic foods known as
Mexican, Thai and Cajun were more than strong enough for him to taste, 
as was Bajoran hasperat, extra spicy, and most of the Bajoran coastal 
specialties, heavily salted, spiced or pickled as they were.  Kira had finally 
decided they needed desert.  I'danian spice pudding and fried banana's 
with rum raisin sauce had been an unqualified success.  But Odo felt a 
bit guilty having such attention lavished on him.  "You were the one that 
was hungry and you haven't eaten anything."

"What makes you think I haven't been sampling along with you?" she 
chortled, her voice indeed sounding as if her mouth was full.  Suddenly, 
he could feel her lips brushing against his as she said softly, "How does 
*this* taste, constable?"

He opened his lips immediately to her leisurely exploration.  The kiss was
warm and sensuous...and sticky.  He detected the caramel, but there was
something else....

"Mumph."

Kira pulled back, gently licking at his lips as she did and making him
swallow.  "Comment, constable?"

"Chocolate.  Hot fudge."

"*Very* good!  What else?"

"Caramel." He licked his lips, too, then smiled.  "But I think I'd like to
try that again, just to be sure."

"Whatever you say."

Their kiss deepened and he could hear, if not see the clanging of dishes and
silverware being moved aside.  Then he felt her warm and welcome weight
against him, on his lap.  She moved back from his lips long enough to order
tersely, "Computer.  Remove all holo-characters from program."

He heard the respondent chirp, then felt Kira's avid hands stroking his head,
his face, down his neck.  One toyed with his fabricated neckline, the other
ran along his back.  "I'd like to taste something else now, Odo."

"Mm.  Can I remove the blindfold?"

"The uniform will do."  She kissed him again, and he allowed his uniform to
shimmer into bare humanoid skin.  His hands found her own uniform 
and began to peel it from her.  With her help, it was soon gone and he 
could feel her soft skin against his own surface.  The lack of vision made 
it seem much more intense.  He shuddered with desire, then recalled he 
still had a few dozen samplings of food within and that it was not the time 
or place to dispose of them.

"Nerys."

"Mmmmm..."

"I...I can't shift right now." he managed to say out of the corner of his
mouth.

"Mmm?"

He pulled back a little, spoke breathlessly against her neck.  "I mean...we
*can* make love, but...it'll have to be humanoid style." He was not the least
bit regretful; he knew she enjoyed their trysts in this fashion, and her
response always ensured he enjoyed it as well, even if it wasn't as
thoroughly fulfilling as making love to her in his liquid form.

"Okay." 

She didn't sound particularly regretful either, he noted, before dipping his
head to nuzzle her neck and beginning to gently suck and nibble on her 
warm flesh.  He could feel her doing the same and savored the sensation. 
There was much to be said for being humanoid, he decided.

Her hands stroked along his chest, rubbed his small brown nipples, then
teased them with fingertips, then lips and teeth.  He threw his head back and
swallowed before paying her the same sort of attention.  He still couldn't
see, but he nosed his way to the firm, warm mounds of her breasts, circled
each aureole with the tip of his nose, pleased to hear her giggle, then gasp
as he closed his mouth on them and gently teased the nipple back and forth
with his tongue before sucking on it in earnest, his hand caressing the
other.  He dipped his other hand down to assess her damp folds.

Kira gasped, then shuddered as his long, tapered fingers slid alongside her
small, throbbing clit and began to gently rub back and forth.  More moisture
seeped from her, spread between them along his thigh.  "Odo!"

Then she pulled him down atop her insistently.  He could hear more dishes
clattering on the blanket they'd been enjoying their taste-testing on, but
ignored it to gently lay atop her, his humanoid organ already swollen and
ready.  It was the one of the easiest body parts for him to form.  Having
been human and learned the intricacies of it's functioning made it even
easier, and it remained an exquisitely sensitive part of him.  He thrilled at
the firm, loving caresses she bestowed on it, allowing her to stroke him as
he concentrated on fitting himself between her spread thighs.  Currently
blinded, it was a bit difficult, though, and he was grateful when she
carefully aimed him in the right direction.  Her hand tugging on his buttock
let him know he was on target.

This was definitely something new.  Sightless, he trusted her and allowed
himself to slide forward.  He sank to the hilt and just lay for a moment,
savoring the tight, heated wetness that surrounded him, before giving in to
her body's insistent rhythm.

He could feel her legs hook around him, behind his thighs.  Her hands
clutched at him as his pulsing length stroked the side of her clit with each
thrust.  He moved a little closer in order to kiss her, to nuzzle at her neck
and feel her breasts pressed tight against him, his surface as sensitive, if
not more so, than when he'd been human.  There was definitely something
to be said for humanoid love-making, he mused.

"Odo..."

Her legs wrapped more tightly around him and her hands brought him closer
still until he found himself making smaller, tighter thrusts, feeling the
hard button of her clit pulsing, feeling the muscles along her belly ripple
and her breasts push up with every gasp of breath she took now.  Heat and
pulsing pleasure was filling her from their connection, and she could feel
herself getting closer to the summit.

Her hands clutched at him now, grabbing his shoulders, bringing him closer
still.  Her open mouth was making sounds she didn't even hear, as Odo
began to gently nibble on her ear.  Then her loins convulsed, a sharp 
almost painful climax rippling through her and she bit down hard on the 
firm, warm, flesh-like shoulder before her in response, caught up in 
dazzling ecstasy.

Odo gasped at the sensation, feeling an equally powerful pressure 
between his legs, then he abruptly found himself thrusting into a hot 
slickness that reminded him of nothing so much as his liquid state.  His 
consciousness faded with the pleasure of it, and he fought to stay in 
human form, resisted the urge to stop thrusting and go liquid, feeling 
her still convulsing around him in the aftershock of pleasure.

He slowed his movements though as she began to slowly relax, then sigh 
deeply with satisfaction.  Odo smiled, stopping and resting against her 
carefully.  He knew she enjoyed this as much or more than their actual 
coupling.  He didn't disengage, feeling a slow waning pulsation around 
his stiffened organ and sighing himself.  He nuzzled her neck again and
kissed his lover's warm, soft skin.

"Nerys."

"Mmm..."

"Can I take this off now?" he murmured, a little amused.

He heard her throaty chuckle, felt her hands drift upward, then felt the
bandanna gently being tugged off and met her dark, happy gaze.  She was
beautiful, flushed with satisfaction.  His own blue eyes shone with warmth
and joy.

"I love you."

"I love *you*."

He moved back to her neck again, kissed her velvety ear.  "This was a good
idea," he sighed contentedly.

"It wuth wonderful."


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"I don't think he believed you."

"I don't think I care."

"A bone in your stew?"

"Sometimes Ratamba stew has little bits of bone. It's part of the stew.
 That's why you're supposed to eat it carefully."

"Ah."

"Besides, it might have gone over better if you hadn't fished in your
shoulder and given him the cap."

"I just suddenly realized where it probably was."

"Did Julian look like he was grinning to you?"

"No.  But he did give me a very funny look as we were leaving."

"What was it he told you?"

Odo froze, then shrugged off-handedly.  "It doesn't matter."

"Constable..."

Odo sighed.  "He...he said the next time he wanted the tooth, the whole tooth
and nothing but the tooth."

"Sweet celestial Prophets..."

"I suppose so.  He did finish by saying, 'so help me God'."

"I wonder what he meant."

"I have no idea, Nerys."

"Hm.  Humans have odd sayings."

"I've noticed that."

"Like O'Brien.  The other day he said 'well, shiver me timbers' under his
breath."

"I think I read that in one of his novels."

"Oh.  And the captain.  The other day after we finished our joint-report to
Admiral Necheyev and ended the transmission, he said 'aye, aye, Captain
Bligh'."

"That *is* odd."

Kira sighed.  "Well, at least I don't sound funny anymore."

"I thought you sounded fine, even with the cap off."

"Why constable, that's very sweet."

He smiled at her, leaned in for a deep, heartfelt kiss.

"It's the tooth."

     ~~ finis ~~
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