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Jadzia stormed out of the room. Just who did Worf think he was! Self control, being like a Klingon woman. Jadzia's head swam as she tried to make sense of it all. Of the accusations, the hurt feelings. It all seemed so stupid. And to make matters worse it had to happen here on Risa, a place that held so many good memories, cherished memories. Curzon had loved this place. And Jadzia loved it: the carefree way of the Risians, the hedonistic love of life, of sex. Jadzia slowed her heart and her pace as she walked out into the Risian night. The moons glowed amber and green and violet, casting surreal beauty on the land around her. She heard voices from the beach, vacationers and Risians alike, all celebrating their life here and now, savoring each and every moment.
Damn Worf, why couldn't he see the beauty of it, feel the joy, share in all the wonderfulness around here? Idly, Jadzia saw the Horgon laying by her foot. She picked it up.
"You seek Jahmahrod?" The voice came from behind her, deep and resonant. She turned. The man's golden form glowed in the pale light. "No...I...no."She dropped the Horgon, forgetting it as she ran, seeking solitude and peace.
Jadzia found herself alone on cliff overlooking the lagoon. She gazed out, seeing the people below but being high enough that she didn't hear them. When had she lost her lust for life? Not long ago she would have been down there with them. She heard Toben's voice inside her, insisting it was devotion to Worf. But she also heard Torias and Curzon. She remembered their joy, their willingness to face anything pleasurable.
They had both been hedonists. That didn't mean they gave up valuing the commitments of life, that they shirked off all responsibility. Torias had been married, on the way to starting a family. Curzon had...well Curzon had been honor-bound to serve the Federation and the Klingon empire. And still they had both been free, enjoying life. Jadzia remembered Curzon's last visit to Risa. It had been his last several weeks he'd spent here. He even refused to return to Trill, despite the insistence of the symbiosis commission. He wanted to spend those days in pleasure, not a sterile hospital.
Arandis... Jadzia had to admit, Arandis was beautiful and would be a wonderful lover. She also knew that was her opinion not Curzon's alone. She remembered the time she had considered moving here, becoming a Risian citizen. It had been just after the joining. Curzon's memories were still powerful in her awareness. But instead she had reactivated his Starfleet commission, gone through the retraining they had required.
"Why couldn't I have just moved here?" Jadzia realized she was crying into the bushes.
The next morning, she felt more like herself. She was still shaken, but not nearly so depressed or upset. She walked into the solarium. There stood Aranids, cleaning up after the raid. They made small talk. Dax stared at Arandis, remembering the feel of her skin, the scent of her hair, the taste of her lips. How it happened Jadzia would never really remember. Arandis had suggested a massage. Then they were touching each other.
"Oh Arandis..."
"No death by Jahmahrod this time?"Arandis smiled as her lips teased Jadzia's breasts, her fingers stroking the spots. Jadzia gasped. "Did you think I'd forget how sensitive those spots become when Trills get aroused?"
Jadzia moaned. She yearned for gentle love making, not the physical confrontations sex with Worf consisted of.
"No...but...I never expected..."Jadzia just moaned more deeply as Arandis's fingers stroked the spots on her thighs. Jadzia almost forced herself away, knowing Worf's feelings. But Curzon was in her, desire was in her...and Arandis's fingers were about to be in her. Arandis's dark hands toyed across her, teasing her. Then they grew bolder, just as Jadzia was about to cry out for more. They probed in to her, stroking her clit, teasing it.
Jadzia moaned, feeling an orgasm approaching. Then she felt Arandis's tongue. The first wave hit, roaring through her gently but powerfully. Arandis slowed her movements, allowing Dax to relax into the orgasm, letting it flow through her till it had faded. Then she felt Arandis's tongue in her again. She felt Arandis's lips lapping her juices, even as her fingers probed deeper. Jadzia gasped as another wave rolled through her, leaving her breathless from its gentle intensity. Again Arandis relented and then she continued until wave after wave of orgasm flowed through Jadzia's body, each one gentle but intense, waiting till one had faded before it began. It was like the ocean waves breaking against the shore for hours.
Jadzia knew she couldn't tell Worf about what had happened, but being with Arandis was wonderful. She felt some of Curzon's joy, something she hadn't felt in too long, renew itself. He had loved this planet and so did she. After the sex, she ate brunch with Arandis. Then the two swam in the lagoon together. Then they sunbathed. Finally, Jadzia was beginning to feel the welcome release that she had sought here. She let go of all her thoughts about Worf while she relaxed in the sun.
Jadzia was furious when Worf walked in on her and Arandis. They hadn't been doing anything, just sculpting. And Jadzia had been enjoying it immensely, just letting her soul pour out into the clay, creating something from her desires. Only Jiran had been artistically gifted. When Worf walked in, she had honestly believed he might join them, stop a moment and enjoy himself. Jadzia knew he had to do that more. He had to. The few times he did let himself go and have fun he usually hurt himself, or her.
And Dax knew that wasn't always the case with Klingons, Curzon had had plenty of Klingon lovers (male and female) to know what was normal and what wasn't. It was all Worf's pent up tension being released at last. That's why she'd brought him to Risa in the first place.
Finally he understood, as did she. Jadzia wanted to help Worf heal the pain he had carried with him for years. She wanted to erase the guilt of accidentally killing a fellow child. But she knew he had to take the next steps himself. He wouldn't tolerate any interference, well he was a Klingon after all. But he did surprise her. Despite the rain, Worf's passion was unextinguishable. He even consented to a massage, and Jahmahrod. Arandis was wonderful, despite feeling so helpless about the weather. And then it was time to leave. Just one last swim...and
~The End~
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