1/3 NEW DS9 [NC17] Tooth Will Out (O/K) DS9 [NC17] The Tooth Will Out (O/K) sequel to "The Tooth of the Matter" by Judith Macquinn / OdoGoddess@aol.com ---------------------------------- Carolyn (Kirys) Fulton wrote about my last O/K Treksmut "The Tooth of the Matter": "Why would Kira be so opposed to Odo using his shapeshifting abilities to find her -- well, I'll just call it "missing article", in case there's someone reading this who hasn't read the story yet." So I'm blaming *her* for this one. DISCLAIMER: This non-profit material was produced out of love for Star Trek: Deep Space Nine and is not intended to infringe upon the Star Trek copyrights of Viacom, Paramount Pictures Corporation, nor those of any other legal holders of Star Trek copyrights, in this or any other universe... ---------------------------------- THE TOOTH WILL OUT, part one by Judith Macquinn / OdoGoddess@aol.com Smooth ivory silk against golden amber. The crisp blue sheets were a pale grey in the dimness of the lover's room, but neither participant in the energetic sex-play noticed this. They were locked in each other. Odo looped over and around his lover, seeking to pleasure every inch of moist and quivering female flesh. Kira's head was thrown back, back arching as she felt rivulets of him coursing along her slick, wet, throbbing clit, sluicing within and sliding out of her as her lover made his way along the topography of her body. Abruptly, she cried out, shattering the almost reverent silence with her burst of ecstatic sound--triumphant. This trailed into soft and pleasured moans. Surcease... He gently pooled at her side where she had turned, slowly forming into his familiar humanoid form, but nude, as she was, acceding to her comfort and their intimacy. Warm, tapered fingers carressed her face. She allowed this, turned to kiss his palm. He gasped at the eroticism in this act, pleased at her damp and avid eagerness, at the clear indications that she was satisfied. This fulfilled him even more than the pleasure he'd already found in releasing his form and coupling with her. "...Nerys." "Mm. Can we stay here forever?" He smiled, recalling another time he said something very similar, and how he'd felt; but it was no longer threatening to him or what he had. He wished Arissa well. He had loved her but theirs had not been a tenable situation. And he loved this woman. More importantly... "I love you, Odo." Kira sighed against his hand. "I'm almost glad I lost my cap this morning! It net me an afternoon with you, in here." He chuckled, terribly pleased to be able to enjoy a lover's teasing banter. "Ah...the tooth of the matter. You only love me for my body." "You'll never let me live that down, will you, constable?" she replied, slightly annoyed, mostly amused at his fondly affectionate tone, one she'd never heard until they finally became lovers. "I thought you looked and sounded absolutely lovely. Like you do now." He smothered her mouth with his, then pulled back to breathe against her ear as he nuzzled her neck. "Like you always have." "Um...again?" she seemed a little startled at this embarrassment of riches. "Always and anywhere you ask me," came the indistinct murmur, which was sliding down toward her breasts. Kira gently moved him back. He arched a hairless brow and waited for an explanation. "Odo. *Sweetheart.* I _really_ need to visit the lavoratory." "Ah." "Not very romantic, but something we humanoids have to do." He smiled and kissed her again, then lay back. "I remember." She smiled and kissed him on the forehead before getting up. "I know you do. I'll be right back." She got off the bed and headed for her bathroom. Odo sighed, not upset, merely enjoying an unexpected state of ennui. This had been a very memorable day. And it had followed a passionate night. "I'm the luckiest man in the universe." He sighed. The luckiest man in the universe jumped suddenly at an odd scratching sound by the conduit at the side of Kira's bed. He sat up just in time to see it lift slightly, enough to allow a thick-nosed vole sniff around, then wiggle out and into the room. It quickly scuttled under the bed. Odo frowned. Should he get it, or just call O'Brien about the the station's rodent-protocols? Deciding he didn't wish to have their afternoon spoiled, Odo got off the bed and on hands and knee's. He peered under the bed, then made a decision and morphed into a large vole. He then scuttled under the bed. (-|-) * * * * * (-|-) * * * * * (-|-) Kira finished washing up, having taken the time for a quick sonic shower. She powdered, brushed her hair, assessed herself critically in the mirror, then headed back for what she was hoping would be another night like the one before...without the lost tooth, that is. She found Odo reclining on her bed, still nude, studying a padd. She shook her head. He always had to be doing something. "I thought I told you no security reports in bed, constable." she teased, as she headed for the bed. "Mm-hmm." He nodded, swallowing, and tapping the scrolling function before his eyes widened slightly. "Hmm." His expression was sufficiently intriguing enough for Kira to ask, "Find something interesting?" "As a matter of fact, I did." He tapped another button, studied the result and shook his head. "Not a good likeness." Kira slid into the bed. "A criminal you know?" "Oh, yes. But I've never seen him quite like this." Kira frowned. Odo's tone had been an odd combination of disapproval and amusement. "Odo?" He turned the padd's screen toward her and asked seriously. "Do you really find these nude images of Dukat bound and gagged sexually appealing, Nerys?" Kira paled, then her colour flared to a deep, richly vibrant and furious red. Her voice was deadly calm, if accusing. "You went under my bed." "I had to catch a vole." Odo explained, pointing to a bunched up pillow- case on her chair. It was knotted up at the top and a motionless lump lay within it. "I immobilized it and began to bring it out from under the bed when this," he tapped the padd with a finger. "It scraped the top of my head. I found it attached to a bed support." "You went under my bed." Odo shrugged slightly. "I *had* wondered why you didn't want me to look for your dental cap earlier. Speaking of which," he held out the small, white jagged bit of material for her inspection with a pleased smile. "I found it." He had been hoping to appease her with his explanation and discovery, and return them to the fond atmosphere of before. Kira's expression, however, did not change. "*You* went *under* my bed." Odo blinked and his smile faded. He was a good detective, but he couldn't quite figure out the expression on her face, or for that matter, in her eyes. She looked almost the same way she had a few years ago, when Quark had offered her a half-off discount on drinks if she filled in as a dabo girl on the weekends. "Are you mad?" "I can't *believe* you went _under my bed_!" "But I had to catch th--" "I told you I didn't want you under there!" "Yes, but--" "Get out!" "I--" "Out!" "I really think we should talk about thi--" "OUT!!!" Odo put the padd down, picked up the pillow case full of sleeping vole, and sadly got out, shaking his head with bewilderment. (-|-) * * * * * (-|-) * * * * * (-|-) 2B cont'd 2/3 NEW DS9 [NC17] Tooth Will Out (O/K) DS9 [NC17] The Tooth Will Out (O/K) 2/3 sequel to "The Tooth of the Matter" by Judith Macquinn / OdoGoddess@aol.com DISCLAIMER: This non-profit material was produced out of love for Star Trek: Deep Space Nine and is not intended to infringe upon the Star Trek copyrights of Viacom, Paramount Pictures Corporation, nor those of any other legal holders of Star Trek copyrights, in this or any other universe... ---------------------------------- THE TOOTH WILL OUT, part two by Judith Macquinn / OdoGoddess@aol.com "Ah, good morning, Major." "Hmph." Bashir frowned. Kira was seated at the replimat, nursing a raktajino and what looked to his practiced eye like-- She looked up at the gentle whirring sound of a tricorder and scowled at him. "I'm fine." "And I'm the grand Nagus. Major, you have a hangover the likes of which I haven't seen in a long, long time." "Lucky you." "Here." He fished for his portable med-kit and pulled out a hypo. He injected a portion of it's contents, was rewarded with her abrupt relaxation, and the easing of the lines around her eyes. "Better?" "Much." She stretched, then winced at the cracking sound made by her neck and shoulders. Bashir nodded. "In that case, may I join you for breakfast?" "If you like," she sighed, not really caring. She still felt weary and out of sorts. "Very gracious. Thank you." He headed for the replicator and retrieved some coffee and a buttered bagel and a bowl of blueberries, then sat by her. "I would have thought *Odo* would be sharing breakfast with you," he said knowingly. To his chagrin Kira scowled fiercely enough to do Worf proud before managing to say tightly, "I don't know why you'd have that impression." "Well, yesterdays little tooth incident might have some bearing on the matter." "Look, I told you--" "A completely unbelievable story about Ratamba stew." "Sometimes that kind of stew *does* have bits of--" "Bone, yes. If it's homemade. But I happen to know the station replicators filter those out, Major, so tell me another." "Well--" "Besides, I have never seen Odo in the Infirmary waiting room in all my years here, until yesterday. And I hardly feel a lost dental cap deserves the attention of the station's security chief." Kira sighed. "Julian..." "I gather you've had a tiff. And before you get mad, it wouldn't take a physician to notice all the details. Dax and Garak have both noted the changes in both of your schedules these last two weeks, and Quark has already changed the tally from 'will they?' to 'when will they announce it?', so--" "I can't believe my love life would be so fascinating." "Actually I think that's _Odo's_ love life that Quark, at least, finds worthy of wagering on. As for the rest-- we all care for both of you, Major. Now maybe you can tell me what happened. I like to think I have some experience in these matters. It couldn't hurt to get another perspective." Kira's colour flared for a moment, before she shook her head. "I don't think so, Julian. It's...kind of private." "And I'm your doctor. Patient-doctor confidentiality." "There are some things I wouldn't even tell *you*. No offense." "None taken. In that case, maybe you can tell me if there's anything I *can* do to help?" "Don't push your luck." * * * "I don't really understand. I only wanted to discuss what I found with her." Odo's voice sounded plaintive and bewildered, not to mention disgruntled. Dax sipped her raktajino. "Was it a diary, Odo? Some women are fiercely protective and private about their diaries or journals; I know *I* am." Earlier, she had found the grumpier-than-normal looking Odo in Quark's upper level, and asked to sit with him. That barrier crossed, she had quickly summed up the situation, startled and exasperated him with her perspicacity (not to mention an impromptu bone-crushing hug of congratulations over finally becoming involved with Kira), and managed to get him to talk-- grudgingly-- about the rift in his newfound relationship. Now he shook his head. "No. But she found it, *upsetting*, that I found it." Dax frowned, unable to think of what Odo could have possibly discovered secretly hidden by Kira that she would find-- "Oh, gods... it wasn't... it wasn't some... Odo!" she glared at him. His blue eyes were puzzled. "It wasn't what?" She looked around and then whispered tightly, "It wasn't some sort of private sexual device, was it?" Those blue eyes turned glacial with stunning rapidity. "Absolutely not!" "Then--" "Suffice it to say she was upset that I found it. I didn't pilfer through her room for it. It was an accidental discovery. I explained that to her, but--" he broke off with a grimace and shook his head. "It doesn't matter. I only wanted to talk to her about it. But she refuses to talk to me." "Sounds like you have to apologize, then." "Apologize? For an accidental transgression?" "Absolutely. If she's so upset she won't talk to you, then obviously *she* feels it was a major enough transgression to require an apology. And it's how *she* feels that matters here, if you really want to repair your relationship." Odo nodded, then looked down. His voice was a quiet murmur. "I love her, Commander." "I know." Dax patted his hand fondly, and said firmly, "And that means we have our work cut out for us." (-|-) * * * * * (-|-) * * * * * (-|-) Julian was sorting through vials of raktacine glycolate when Jadzia stepped into his office during her afternoon break. "Is this a courtesy call or are you in need of medical attention?" he smiled teasingly, aware that with Worf off on a long-term assignment, she wouldn't be requiring her usual sort of 'treatment'. "Not exactly. I'm hoping to get your help, Julian." "With what?" "Well, do you know about Kira and Odo?" "They've started a relationship. And just as quickly dashed it on the rocks, if I'm any judge," he sighed. "Exactly. I talked to Odo and he's willing to apologize, but Kira ignored his communications all morning and sent back all his padds unread. It's time for stronger measures." "What did you have in mind?" "They need to get together and hash it out, but it's the getting them together part. They're desperately in love, otherwise they wouldn't be behaving like a pair of Tirolean jackalopes." "Agreed." "Okay, then you just get Kira into Holosuite 4 this evening after her shift. I don't care how, just get her there. I'll take care of Odo." Julian considered this and sighed. "I don't know--" "You still owe me two bars of latinum...unless you changed your mind about posing nude for Keiko and my life-art class. Remember?" "You're an evil woman, Jadzia Dax." "Holosuite Four." She smiled sweetly. "I'll get her there." He sighed. Dax pecked his cheek and left. He stared at the door for a long time before finally muttering under his breath. "I might even have an actual medical reason to do so." (-|-) * * * * * (-|-) * * * * * (-|-) "I don't *feel* like relaxing." Odo grumbled. "Now, now, Worf isn't here and I don't like enjoying this program by myself. Besides, the Hoobishian baths are *very* soothing. And you need to unwind and try to forget about your problems." "My problem isn't speaking to me and I'd really just like to get to my quarters." "And what? Read another mystery? Play another game of electronic caro- net? Come on, Odo! Live just a little more." He eyed her dourly and sighed. He wished he hadn't spoken to her that morning. Worse, he wished he hadn't been so eager to try each new overture she'd suggested. None of them had helped and Kira was only avoiding him now. "So...we just sit here?" "No, first we undress, *then* we sit here." "Undress?" "Well, nudity is preferable, but since you're shy, we can use swimsuits. I'm sure you can form a swimsuit, Odo." "I don't *like* swimming." "Good, because we weren't going to." Odo eyed her, but Jadzia's face was a study in implacable placidity. Her expression was pleasant, but not amused nor did she appear to be baiting him; she merely waited for his action. He sighed and stepped around the corner to allow her privacy with which to change. * * * "What did you want, Julian?" "Ah, Major Kira, just the person I've been waiting for." "What?" she frowned as Bashir began running his tricorder over her. "What is it?" He noted the results and nodded, relieved that he would have a genuine reason to do as Dax asked. "It's just as I suspected. If you recall, you came in here yesterday for your broken dental cap? I noted your elevated blood pressure levels at that time which is why I urged you to take the day off. I just wanted to check if the levels are sorted out after your day off duty, but they aren't. They are still unacceptably high." "Isn't there something you can give me?" she asked, slightly apprehensive, but mostly annoyed. "I could give you medication, but when it comes to borderline hypertension, I prefer the patient help themselves. Basically Major, you need to relax, truly relax when you are off-duty. No duty reports, no stressful forms of exercize, but something to get your mind off the days events, to help you unwind from your job." "I suppose I could ask Vedek Larko to teach me that new meditation series." "I know meditation can be relaxing, but learning something new tends to *increase* stress levels. Besides, I had something simpler and completely unrelated to the station or Bajor in mind, to help your mind to escape. Where the mind goes, the body follows -- isn't that one of the Bajoran proverbs?" Kira considered him. "Since when are you interested in Bajoran proverbs, doctor?" "Since another Bajoran crewperson was being treated for the same problem you have and my therapy helped them." Bashir smiled. "They gave me a book of them. Anyway, my medical prescription is a random series of holosuite programs, three times a week, at least an hour each session, guaranteed to take your mind far from Deep Space Nine. Starting tonight." "Tonight?" Kira's frown deepened. "But I have a--" "Ah-ah, that is exactly why you are developing elevated pressure levels, Major. No arguments. This is your doctor, and your friend. Now," he turned to his monitor, tapped a few buttons and said, "I took the liberty of setting aside a holosuite. If you were fine I was intending on taking an hour for myself, but now, it's ready for you. Holosuite 4. Kira stared at him to no avail, he merely eyed her with that pleasant, amiable expression. She finally nodded unenthusiastically. "All right. I'll give it a try." "Holosuite 4." * * * "Ohh...harder." Dax was no longer faking her sounds of bliss. Each firm frictionless stroke of Odo's strong, yet gentle hands felt like sheer Trillian heaven. "There...oh, yes!" Odo paused for a moment, somewhat unnerved at the responsive female flesh below his hands. Dax was almost purring when she looked over her shoulder. "Why are you stopping? It was just getting good." He shrugged, although she couldn't really see him. "I...maybe I shouldn't do this." "I told you. Worf knows I use this program." "By yourself." Odo pointed out, a touch uneasily. "If he finds out I gave you a, uh..." Now Dax turned around, barely managing to hold onto her loose bikini top, and inadvertently flashing him momentarily with a rosy red nipple and several intriguing spots. "What? A massage?" Odo blinked, now *very* uneasy, not to mention slightly and unexpectedly aroused. He nodded, not trusting himself to speak as his mind was alternately processing *and* trying to ignore what he'd seen. "Oh, he wouldn't care!" she insisted. "Maybe I do." He sat back decidedly, sighing. She considered this and then took one of his hands. The tea'ghua nut oil he'd been smoothing into her skin made his own already smooth skin glossy and slick. She enjoyed the feeling for a moment before speaking. "There's no need to feel ashamed for letting yourself feel good, Odo. We're both good friends. We've been through a lot together. I helped take care of you after the Founders converted you. You've helped me more times than I can count. You've even helped clear me of murder charges." "That was my job." "It might have been, but it wasn't your job to share my Zhian'tara. I honor that." She squeezed his hand and smiled gently at him. "It's why I didn't let you apologize to me...that one time." His eyes met hers now. "You mean when...when my mind trapped you and Captain Sisko on Terok Nor during the Occupation." "And Garak." She agreed calmly. "Yes. It wasn't your fault. But more importantly, I felt that I had shared part of my mind with you already. There was nothing to forgive." His hand began to tremble in hers. "I could have killed us all." "No." Her voice grew stronger and she sat up, moving closer in her intense need to reassure him. "You are an honorable man. You knew what was right and even though it hurt you...even though it shamed you...you told the truth. You got us out of there." "I had to. I couldn't...couldn't let history repeat...kill three innocent people." Odo's voice grew even more tight and pained. "You didn't." Dax squeezed his hand harder now. "I'm still here. Benjamin's still here. Garak is still here. And more importantly, Odo -- *you* are still here. Partly because of some hard and inescapable choices you had to make once. The choices might have been wrong, but they had to be made. And you've more than proved your worth...your honor. You don't have to keep proving it. We're your friends, Odo. And we love you." He didn't respond and Dax took the opportunity to embrace him, tightly, unmindful of her loose top. To her surprise, he didn't push her back, but merely slipped his arms up after a moment and returned her embrace, a soft sound escaping him against her neck which might have been a sigh. The soft sound of the holosuite doors barely registered on the two friends, concealed by the occasional puffs of steam released by vents written into the holoprogram. Likewise, Kira's footfalls were hidden by the quiet music. Her disgusted and exasperated voice was not. "Oh, that's very funny, Julian." Odo gasped and Dax pulled back. Her top fell to her lap, unnoticed in her shock. She'd actually forgotten about her original reason for getting Odo into the holosuite. "Kira!" "Ha-ha-ha, very funny. This is a sick joke, even for you, Julian." Kira shook her head with disgust, then turned to leave. "Kira wait!" She shook a hand, ignoring what she obviously took to be holograms. Dax and Odo both stood. Jadzia decided to take a big gamble. "Computer. Discontinue program." Before Kira could reach the door the air shimmered around her and the bare walls of the holosuite were revealed. She spun on a booted heel. A topless Jadzia stood by Odo, a skimpy bikini bottom her only cover. Odo wore what appeared to be a pair of swimtrunks. Kira was stunned. "Y-you're not holograms." "Afraid not." Dax replied, calmly picking her top off the floor and slipping it back on. Odo stepped forward, studiously ignoring Dax. "Jadzia asked me to join her in her holosuite program." "I see." Kira looked from one to the other, then narrowed her focus to Odo. "And I suppose she asked you to join her doing something else?" Dax quickly stepped into the fray, deflecting the question with one of her own. "Think Kira. Would Julian have sent you if he knew we were in here doing something...improper?" Kira frowned, sighed, and shook her head. "I suppose not." "He didn't. He sent you because I asked him to. I didn't mean for you to find us like this, but it's not what it looks like. Julian and I were just trying to get both of you stubborn idiots back together. It looked like you needed a little help." Kira and Odo considered this and then looked a touch abashed. He spoke first. "I guess you've succeeded." "This wouldn't have been necessary if Kira had just read one of those messages you sent her." Dax declared pointedly. Kira straightened. "One of th-- *you* were behind that?" To Jadzia's surprise, Odo interceded. "Yes, she was. But only because I didn't know how to apologize to you, Nerys. And that's all I wanted to do. That's what this is all about. I needed to let you know how sorry I was. Will you let me apologize? Although she was still a bit stunned over events, Kira finally nodded. Dax assessed the situation and said, "If you both can take it from here then -- I'll just replicate myself a robe and get out of here." She didn't wait for their answer, merely headed for the panel by the door. Kira moved toward Odo, both ignoring Dax who soon left them alone in the room. (-|-) * * * * * (-|-) * * * * * (-|-) 2B cont'd 2B cont'd 3/3 NEW DS9 [NC17] Tooth Will Out (O/K) DS9 [NC17] The Tooth Will Out (O/K) sequel to "The Tooth of the Matter" by Judith Macquinn / OdoGoddess@aol.com DISCLAIMER: This non-profit material was produced out of love for Star Trek: Deep Space Nine and is not intended to infringe upon the Star Trek copyrights of Viacom, Paramount Pictures Corporation, nor those of any other legal holders of Star Trek copyrights, in this or any other universe... ---------------------------------- THE TOOTH WILL OUT, part three by Judith Macquinn / OdoGoddess@aol.com Odo took Kira's hand, not bothering to change to his customary uniform, wanting only to stress his intentions. His rough voice was quiet, hushed. "I'm sorry, Nerys. I invaded your privacy. Unintentionally and accidentally, but I invaded it nonetheless. And I hurt you somehow, but I didn't mean to. Can you please forgive me?" Kira's eyes filled with unexpected tears. Last night's ridiculous fiasco, a hard day at work interspersed with messages from him that her pride had made her ignore, and two good friends extraordinary efforts to simply allow Odo the chance to apologize all combined to lower her weary defenses. "Nerys?" She sniffed, then hugged him, *tightly*, letting her tears fall against his pale, smooth chest. "Just hold me." He swallowed and did, sighing with intense relief. "As long as you like." The two just held each other for uncounted moments until Kira's normal emotional state re-asserted itself. She sniffed briefly, tightened her hold for a moment, then let him go to look up at him. "Apology accepted." His smile was radiant. "Thank you." He reached up and stroked her wet cheeks, then bent to kiss her, a brief and gentle gesture of redress. "I love you, Kira Nerys." She smiled back at him, then sighed. "I suppose I should tell you about that stupid padd you found." He shook his head. "I don't care about that stupid padd, Kira. It hasn't affected our relationship in anyway. I don't even care if you have a holosuite program with the entire Cardassian militia being flogged on the Promenade. You're entitled to your privacy." A faint hint of a smile creased her lips. "I don't have a program. Just that silly padd." "I don't *care*." He insisted. "Razka Karn gave it to me." Kira admitted. "Razka Karn??" She chuckled at Odo's expression. "He cobbled a few of those together and passed them around to the resistance cells. He called it 'a little incentive'." "I see." "Don't look so shocked. Lots of times that silly padd helped me through. Especially when I had to deal with that slimy, piece of worm- ridden lizard dung -- believe me! -- I would think of those pictures. I damn near forgot about it though, except during this last occupation by the Dominion-Cardassian forces...something made me drag it back out again. It helped. Some nights it even made me smile when I didn't think I could. All these...scenario's would play through my head." "I see." He got an odd expression on his face. Her eyes narrowed and she said teasingly, "You're not jealous, are you, Odo?" He shook his head. "No. I was just...trying to envision these *scenarios*." She laughed at this and kissed him. He let her, arms slipping around her as she deepened the kiss before pulling back to study him, a mischievous look in her eyes. "Usually they involved you." "Oh?" "You'd arrest Dukat...and leave his disposition to me." "Ah." "And sometimes you'd let me...interrogate him." He considered this. "I probably would." "Really?" "Of course, I'd probably want to...supervise." "Hmm...that might stifle my...creativity." His voice dropped to a soft purr. "I doubt that, Nerys. You seem to be a *very* creative woman to me." His lips found hers for another deeper, more heated kiss, then slipped from there to the spot on her neck that made her gasp and her breath quicken. His hands slipped down her back only to stop at her belt. He pulled back to look at her. "I think you're overdressed for this program, Major." "There isn't a program running, constable." His eyes never left hers. "Computer. Reactivate program, *without* the holocharacters." "Working." Soon the Hoobishian baths shimmered into existence around them, but the two lovers already had lost interest in their surroundings. Odo swiftly helped Kira divest herself of her uniform. His own trunks shimmered into non-existence, revealing his very human-looking erection. Kira's hands found it and carressed it appreciatively. "You know, I keep meaning to ask you..." "What?" "Is this what you...looked like? I mean before." "You mean when I was human?" She nodded and he looked down. They both studied him before he shrugged. "More or less. I cut down on the extraneous details." "Like?" He eyed her, then a wisp of a smile edged the corner of his mouth. "Would you like to see what it *did* look like?" Kira nodded. He closed his eyes for a moment, concentrating, then his firm shaft briefly liquified in her hand, before reforming, slightly different, but still fully erect. She knelt before him to study him closely. The smooth scrotal sac was now less so, a little wrinkled and the color was deeper than his normal pale shade. His penis was also a darker, rosy color, and possessing a thin extra sheath of skin, enough so that when she gently stroked it, it slid forward and covered the glistening and slightly flared head. It made his already smooth skin glide, an erotic sensation beneath her fingers. "Extra skin." "Humans call it a foreskin." "Wouldn't it...get in the way?" "Only when I had to urinate. Doctor Bashir instructed me to just pull the skin back far enough to allow that." "What abou--" Kira cut herself off and let him go. Odo frowned. "What about what?" "Nothing." "I think I'd like to know." She shrugged, a little embarassed. "I was going to ask about sex. But..." she shrugged again. "Actually I did...*experiment*...a little." Kira arched a brow. "Oh, really?" "With a hologram." "I see." "Doctor Bashir suggested it actually." "I see." He looked down at her. "Does that...bother you?" She considered it, then shook her head. "No." She reached a hand up to gently stroke him again and said, "But I'd like to assess it for myself." Without preamble, she peeled back the erotically appealing bit of skin and slipped the bared end of his organ in her mouth. Almost immediately she began to tongue, then suckle on him, enjoying the sensation. It was delightfully, almost *wickedly* different from the ridged Bajoran male member, and very enjoyable she decided. Odo's soft moans made her look up to find an expression of bliss on her lover's face. "So you *do* find this pleasurable." He opened his eyes and looked down at her. "What?" She smiled. "I...well, I haven't actually felt comfortable about asking if we could...*try* certain things. Like this. But you *do* find it pleasurable." He emitted a slight chuckle. "Nerys, all of my surface is extremely sensitive to pressure, changes in climate and movement. When you do that...you're providing all three. It's a powerful and, yes, a pleasurable sensation." "Maybe I should keep doing it then." She smiled and without waiting for his assent, slipped him back in her mouth. "Nerys..." his hands slipped to her shoulders, and she let him go again. "Let's get more comfortable, then." She urged him to come down with her, atop a soft mat on a pair of folded towels. She lay him back. "Would you care to...reciprocate?" He considered this, then smiled and reached for her legs. "I'd love to." "Let me do *this* then." Kira quickly straddled him, poised with her creamy buttocks and parted cleft just above his face. She heard his soft moan and didn't wait for any commentary, merely falling back into her smooth, sucking rhythm on his swollen penis. "Prophets, Nerys..." Odo wasted no further words, but reached up to stroke along her glistening folds, then lift his head to gently nuzzle her soft, damp skin with the tip of his nose before delicately extending his tongue to lap at her. She quivered and moved closer, nearly planting herself on his face and sucking a little faster. He opened his mouth to take her in, gently sucking and licking at her moist center, his nose bumping her small, ridged clit. Her ecstatic response made him experiment, rubbing the tip of his nose all around it. Kira definitely pressed back harder and he kept doing this, still laving her heated cleft. Her thighs clenched around his upper arms and he was compensated for his efforts with a flood of hot, slickness. It was so very like his normal state of being that he swooned, took it in, allowed it to merge within him. He shuddered, felt Kira's own efforts to pleasure him step up and nearly liquified beneath her. "Nerys!" The exquisite sensation of heated wet pressure increased and tremors began to assail him. Kira let him go and he cried out, reverting to his natural state only to writhe around her, runnels of him wrapping around her back, beneath her breasts, and tendrils rushing to fill her. Kira gasped, then screamed with the pleasure, already primed, having enjoyed a brief orgasm, now rapt with indescribable pleasure as Odo moved within and without her, a swirling torrent of heated, amber gel that sought only to pleasure her, over and over and over... After a few moments his movements slowed, even as she trembled and quivered and caught her breath. Odo gathered himself and reformed beside her, nude and trembling himself. "Nerys, did I hurt you?" "No." "I thought I heard you scream." "I think I did. It was...incredible." A smile creased his thin lips and he nodded. "I agree." "What happened, Odo? I thought...for a minute that I'd hurt you, too." "No." He lay back. "I...I couldn't hold my shape anymore. Whatever you were doing, it...it made me lose cohesion for a moment. And all I could think of was pleasure. My pleasure...and your pleasure. Pleasuring you. Feeling you everywhere, inside me and all around me." She stopped his headlong rush of words by bending over to kiss him. The kiss slowly deepened, and she let him go only when her need for air grew unbearable. "I love you." He smiled, a tremulous smile, and whispered, "I love *you*, Kira Nerys." "Maybe you could walk me home then?" she teased. His smiled deepened, and his eyes twinkled. "Gladly." They got up together, Odo reforming his uniform as Kira gathered up her own, then gently helping her dress. They walked out of Quark's holosuite, arms around each other, Kira's head against him, ignoring the looks startled shopowners and several station officers bestowed on them as they headed for the turbolift. Once there Kira turned to kiss him. Odo complied, then smiled down at his beloved. "I think I'm glad you got angry with me." He declared. "Oh?" "If that's going to be the way you let me make up with you." He clarified. "I'm afraid I have no other secrets from you that would make you angry," she admitted, unconcerned. "In that case, maybe I should leave a few padds of my own for you to find?" "Oh? Are there a lot of them?" Kira pierced him with an imperious look. "I'm not sure yet. I'll have to see how difficult they are to make," he admitted, before taking her back in his arms, and kissing her until the turbolift buzzed at them urgently. He let her go to add in a wickedly teasing tone of voice, "Then again, there *is* that incident you walked in on between Jadzia and I." Kira's own smile grew equally wicked and she reached down between them. His slight gasp made her smile grow. "I think I'll just have to hold that against you, constable." "Prophets...I *hope* so!" Kira actually laughed, then kissed her lover, who kissed her back before taking her by the hand and leading her home. ~ finis ~ ---------------------------------------------------------------------- October 1997. Not meant to infringe on copyrights held by Viacom Paramount or any other legal copyright holders of Star Trek. Please do not reproduce for anything other than personal reading use (including fanzines) without written consent of the author. Comments, questions, cyber-chocolates or polite coughs of distaste may be sent to: OdoGoddess@aol.com