Characters, places and the episode, "Change of Heart," belong to Paramount. I'm just borrowing them and doing things with them that would probably make Paramount blush.
By the way, if you're under the age of 17 or offended by sexual content, please read no further.
Her arms snake up around my neck, her lips taking on a mischievous smile.
"Ooohhh," she breathes. "Good answer."
Our lips meet, first lightly, and then with more force and pressure. I can feel her tongue inside of my mouth as it reaches deep inside of me, almost to my throat. Our tongues brush up against each other, and then our lips pinch together and draw apart.
"I'm glad you liked it," I respond. My hand is still resting on the small of her back. She arches towards me, her eyes locked with mine.
"Sometimes you surprise me," Jadzia breathes huskily. "And I love that about you."
This time I grab her, pulling her towards me. She buries her head against my shoulder as my lips brush against the top of her head.
"Hey!" Quark's voice interrupts us.
Jadzia immediately straightens.
"We're closed," Quark says. "If you're going to stay, it's going to cost you extra."
"Extra? You just beat me in tongo," Jadzia protests. Her hand finds mine and she holds it tightly.
Quark softens, "A few more minutes then... how about another game, Commander?"
Jadzia immediately perks up, "Another game?"
"For you, yes," Quark nods. I roll my eyes and Jadzia senses my reaction immediately.
"Maybe another time," she says.
"No, it is all right," I say, standing up. "Jadzia, you stay. I have some work to do."
She glances at me and the back at Quark. Nothing would please her more than to win her losses back. I decide to make the decision easy for her.
"I'm going to Ops," I tell her. "I just have a few things to check on. I noticed some strange activity in the Badlands. Just to be on the safe side, I'd like to take another look."
"Then I'll see you back at home?"
"Yes."
She reaches up and pulls my face down towards hers.
"I'll miss you," she whispers in my ear.
****
It is nearly 2400 hours and Jadzia still has not returned from Quark's. I resist the urge to go look for her. I only hope she is not gambling away what is left of our savings.
I change into my pajamas and settle on the sofa with my PADD. We have been picking up signs of terrorist activity in the Badlands and I suspect that the terrorists are backed by the Romulans. Of course, without more definitive proof, I cannot say for sure nor can I make my suspicions known. I have, of course, communicated my ideas to Odo and briefly mentioned them to Jadzia; I would never dream of hiding anything from her.
The doors slide open and Jadzia walks in. I arch an eyebrow at her.
"How much did you lose?" I ask.
"I won it all back plus a little more," she responds. She leans over me and kisses me on the forehead. "I didn't expect you to still be awake."
"I needed to take care of some things."
"Anything serious?"
"Just this," I show her the PADD. "If I didn't know better, I would think the Maquis were back."
Jadzia frowns, "Odd. Hmm... but it's late, Worf, and you have the night shift tomorrow. Why don't you come to bed?"
There is nothing suggestive in this last phrase, just an innocent, caring remark from the woman who loves me. Sometimes, I look at her and my breath catches in my throat. I love the way she loves me. There is something so sweet and gentle in the way she touches me, the way she speaks to me. Of course she can be playful and passionate and wild, but other times, she is soft and gentle.
"In a moment," I answer. "Let me finish this."
She pouts, "Always working, Worf."
"Jadzia..."
"All right, all right."
Jadzia disappears into the bedroom. I finish reading the report and then go into the bedroom. Jadzia is already wearing her nightgown and brushing out her long hair.
"Are you still running that drill tomorrow?" she asks, her voice businesslike and efficient.
"I was planning to. Why?"
"I wanted to recalibrate the sensors."
"I should be done by 1600."
"That will work, oh..."
I no longer hear her as I kneel in front of my little shrine. There are blessings here that I would have never dreamed of in my entire life, blessings for which I could spend a lifetime thanking Kahless and never be done.
I rise and carefully close the closet.
"You were saying?" I ask.
Her nightgown lands on my head. I sheepishly pull it off and look at the bed.
"Nothing," she says silkily. "I don't feel like talking anymore."
I grin and throw the nightgown aside and slip into bed with her.
She rolls on top of me, our lips meeting passionately. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close to me. Her hand brushes my hair softly.
"Still feel like working?" she asks me as our lips parts. I growl and flip her onto her back. She laughs at me as she bends one leg. I settle down, my lips pressed against her neck, her cheek, her lips, anywhere they can reach. She is already slipping her hands underneath my shirt, exploring the ridges on my chest and back. And then, in one practiced moment, she has untied my tunic and I feel it slipping off my shoulders.
"No," I respond.
My lips brush against her breasts and she groans slightly as her hands reach down into my pants. I shift against her, feeling her hands work my most private areas. It amazes me that after more than a year of loving this woman and two months of marriage, she still has the power to thrill me.
My fingers brush down the length of her stomach. She squirms against me, grinding her hips up against mine. My hand reaches down and grabs hers. Slowly, I guide her hand to her own wetness; her eyes close as my fingers press against her and then slowly, I insert one finger and then the second.
"Worf," she whispers. She is jerking against me, almost violently, but my body keeps hers pinned down in place. She knows me well though and pushes down my pants. I kick to get my legs free and in that moment of weakness, Jadzia takes the advantage. With a growl, she pushes me over and rolls on top of me.
"How do you like that?" she asks teasingly. I kiss her lightly.
"Don't expect to stay on top too long," I respond.
"Ooohh, I love a challenge."
Her breasts brush against my chest as I run my hands up and down the length of her back. I love her back, the curve and smoothness of it. Her hair is falling about her shoulders, nearly hiding her face. I reach up and move her hair away from her face.
"I want to see you," I say it very softly. Jadzia's face softens and she smiles at me, biting lightly down on my lip. "You're beautiful. You know that, don't you?"
"I've heard people say that every now and then," she says with mock humility. I grin back up at her. "But," she continues. "It means so much more to mean when you say it."
She flattens herself against me so that the tip of my penis brushes her entrance just lightly. She moves herself against me, rubbing the tip tantalizingly. The whole time, she is peppering my chest with little kisses. I lay back, resting my hand lightly on her back. I am completely at the mercy of this woman.
With sudden energy, she pulls herself back up and our lips meet in a frenzy of passion. I can barely stand her teasing anymore. I use her hand to guide my member within her. She straddles me easily, sitting nearly upright, her long hair covering her breasts.
I flip her over and pin her arms above her head.
"Worf," she breathes. "What are you waiting for?"
I kiss her nose, her eyelids, her lips, and then respond.
"What I have always been waiting for. You."
She sighs and wiggles impatiently against me. She hunches up, her rear protruding sexily in the air. Her stomach brushes up against the tip of my erection as she positions herself.
"I'm ready," she breathes throatily. She then pushes herself down onto my erection in a fluid, practiced motion. My breath catches in my throat as I feel myself easing into her. I roll her onto her back and she wraps her legs around my torso.
With long and slow motions, I thrust into her. Her eyes close as I move. There is something careful about our lovemaking as of late; I have wanted to take my time, to enjoy these moments, to relish the joy of touching and feeling Jadzia.
She jerks against me and I can feel the heat rising in my face.
"Faster," she urges. She buries her face in my shoulder as she continues to rock against my hips. My thrusts increase in intensity and before I can help it, I empty myself into her. Jadzia lets her breath out as she kisses my shoulder, my neck, my cheek.
"I love you," I tell her. She smiles up at me.
"I know."
Sighing, I roll off of her. She lifts herself up onto one elbow and looks down at me.
"Are you okay?" she asks with concern.
"Yes," I reach up and pull her down to me. "With you, how can I be otherwise?"
"You look disappointed."
"I'm not," I tell her honestly.
She doesn't look convinced.
"Is it something I'm doing?" she asks.
I wonder what our friends and colleagues would say if they could see Jadzia now, doubtful of herself, scared and shy. I run my finger along her chin.
"No," I tell her. "Though sometimes I wonder if I am what you need."
"Why would you think that? That's ridiculous!"
"I..." and then my voice drifts off. How can I tell her that I need her to tell me that she loves me? That inside of me I do know that she does, but I need the words to confirm the feelings?
So many times I have said, "I love you," and she merely smiles back at me. I wonder if it's because she is a Trill and love, as an emotion, is common enough for her.
For me, I have never loved this intensely before and the depth of my emotion for this woman scares me. Of course, I would never tell Jadzia this and sometimes, I wonder if she understands my need for her, my love for her.
I wrap my arms around her and she presses her body up against mine. Already, I can feel that she is ready for more.
This is one difference between us, one that bothers me greatly. When I make love to Jadzia, I feel it as an affirmation of our spiritual bond; for her, it is more of a physical pleasure. Sometimes I wonder what she would do if she ever got bored of my body. Would she look for her pleasure elsewhere? Would she seek out other men? Would her love for me, as of yet unsaid, die with her boredom?
"You're quiet," she says in an injured voice. "Worf, talk to me."
I cannot tell her my fears for I think she would find them childish. Sometimes, it is difficult to speak to a woman who has 300 years of experience. Also, it feels strange that while she is my love, my only love, I know that she has experienced other loves and I wonder how I measure up to those past loves.
She kisses my shoulder and then draws a line of kisses across my chest. Against my will, I find myself softening. As her leg brushes against my thigh, I can feel myself hardening again.
"Ah, that Klingon stamina," Jadzia teases me. I feel the heat rising in my face. I have always felt slight embarrassment for my sexual prowess, for sometimes I am eager to continue while Jadzia is already tired and wilting in my arms.
"It is not without provocation," I answer.
She laughs, "I intend to celebrate my victory in tongo tonight. Besides, you have the night shift tomorrow."
"And the day after that," I remind her.
"Who makes up this schedule anyway?" Jadzia pouts. "It makes me wonder if we will ever be able to get away for our honeymoon."
"Depends if we ever decide where to go," I tell her. I wrap my arms around her and pull her close. We kiss, our tongues swirling in each other's mouth.
"I have an idea."
"Oh? Where?"
Jadzia smiles at me, "Later…"
Her tongue runs down my chest before settling on the hairy patch of skin at my groin. Her fingers play with the gnarled hair as her tongue runs up the inside of my thigh.
"Mmm," I can't help myself. Her lips wrap around my member and I can feel the blood rushing through it, growing hard as she sucks insistently at it. I lay back, my hands gently rubbing her scalp.
The door chimes. Jadzia lifts her head as I groan with frustration.
"We can ignore it," she says as she lowers her head.
"No," I say. Her lips are on me again and I jerk involuntarily in response. The door chimes again.
I sigh, "I'll get it."
Jadzia, however, is relentless. She takes my entire length in her mouth and sucks greedily. I place my hands on her shoulders and resting one leg on her back, the heel of my foot resting just above her rear. I close my eyes. The chiming door has stopped and I hope desperately that it wasn't important.
As I get close to climax, I push down on Jadzia and she lifts her head, recognizing the urgency in my eyes. Her head lowers again and my fingers dig into her back. Somehow, she knows how to get to me every time and within seconds, I explode in her mouth.
Jadzia raises up, her hand against her mouth. After a second, she presses her lips against my cheek.
"Aren't you going to get that?" she whispers, the smell of my fluids still strong on her.
"The door?"
"Yes," she whispered as the chime went off again.
I sighed and sat up.
"Don't forget to get dressed," Jadzia says, tongue-in-cheek. I grab my scattered clothes and dress quickly. Jadzia is watching the whole time and when I turn to face her, she is smiling.
"Don't be too long," she says.
"I'll try not to be. Don't go anywhere."
"I'll be waiting."
I hope so, I think. I also hope that the signs of our recent activity do not show.
Our nocturnal visitor is Ensign Carroway. She is holding a PADD and looks distinctly uncomfortable.
"I hate to bother you, Commander," she says. "But I just got these readings from the Badlands and it looks suspicious."
I scan the data quickly. Three trader ships entered the Badlands two days ago and disappeared. Now one of then had reappeared and its warp signature matched that of a Romulan freighter.
"All right," I sigh. "Send a transmission to Starfleet notifying them of this information. I'll take a look at it again in the morning and see what Major Kira thinks."
"All right, sir."
Carroway disappears. When I return to bed, Jadzia is nearly asleep, a half-smile playing across her lips. I slip into bed next to her. She immediately snuggles up to me and I wrap my arm around her.
****
"Kira to Worf."
I stir slightly at the sound of the major's voice. Damn those Romulans, I think. Jadzia shifts and rolls over to the other side.
I sit up.
"Commander, I hate to bother you but I need to see you and Jadzia right away."
"We'll be there," I promise. I look over at Jadzia who is burying her head beneath a pillow. I get up and in a playful moment, I pull the blanket off of her.
"Hey!" she exclaims. She shivers a bit and then jumps out of bed. I grab her and kiss her fully on the lips.
"You fell asleep on me," I tell her.
"I know and I'm sorry."
"You can make it up to me tonight."
"Sounds like a plan. Come on, let's take a shower."
As we're getting dressed, Jadzia turns to me. She is wearing an odd expression on her face and I wonder what she is frightened of. I cover the distance between us in two steps.
"Worf," she says. "I wanted to tell you that last night, when you were sleeping, I was just lying there, staring up at the ceiling. And it was so odd, it was as if I could hear your heart and my heart together. And they were beating in a rhythm and it felt so right."
I reach for her and pull her towards me. She lays a hand against my cheek.
"Maybe I don't say it enough, Worf," she says. "But I'm so glad you're in my life and I'm so glad that I've chosen to spend the rest of my life with you."
"As am I," I tell her. "Now come, we'll be late."
"Wait!" she exclaims. "Worf, please."
I glance at her in surprise, "Is something wrong?"
"No," she admits. "I just wanted you to know that yesterday I realized just how much I love you. I was lying there and my head was resting on your chest and I thought that I could stay in that moment forever. And your arm around me, it made me feel so safe and secure and loved... I just wanted you to know that."
I kiss her softly on the lips.
"I already knew," I tell her.
~The End~
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