In the Holodeck

By Katia

 Warning: Some material in this story may be inappropriate for those under the age of 18.

The Trill entered the holodeck warily, bat'leth in hand. She hadn't really come to fight, but she figured it was always best to be prepared. If there was anything that she had learned from her seven lifetimes of experience, it was that the unexpected always just around the corner.

It was a familiar program, she saw. A lush jungle, humid and verdant. She could hear the wildlife calling out to each other. Lovely, she thought, but deceptively serene.

The sound of a breaking branch alerted her attention and Jadzia Dax whirled around, bat'leth ready. The animal charging at her was a targ, a large beast with white hair and three horns.

"Ugh!" she grunted as she neatly side-stepped the animal. The animal, bewildered by its elusive prey, reversed course and headed for the Trill again. She swung her bat'leth down on the beast's neck, severing an artery. The targ hollowed in pain and paused for the barest of seconds. The animal's hesitation was all the Trill needed to finish of the job with the mek'leth strapped to her waist. And in classic Klingon tradition, she cut out the still beating heart and held the quivering mass in her hands.

"Well done."

She turned to face the owner of the voice.

"Hello," Jadzia smiled. She held out the heart. The Klingon warrior approached her.

"I was not expecting you," Worf said. "I expected you to be asleep."

Jadzia shrugged, "Well, to sleep or to hunt targ? The choice seemed obvious to me."

Worf took the heart from her and indicated that she should follow him.

"It's just that I'm tired of our shifts not matching up," Jadzia said softly. "I'm tired of sleeping alone, of seeing you only when I leave. Somehow, it does seem fair that we are assigned to opposite shifts."

"I agree," Worf said with uncharacteristic gentleness. "But it is only for a little time. Major Kira and I have redone the schedule for next month. You and I will finally have some time together."

"Sounds good."

They entered a clearing, where it was evident that Worf had set up camp.

"Why don't you rest?" he suggested. "I know you must be tired. I will wake you for dinner."

"Sounds good," Jadzia agreed. She lay down on the fur blanket and immediately, her eyes closed. Worf watched her for a few minutes, very glad that she had come to the holodeck to see him. Jadzia was right; this working opposite shifts had eaten away at the amount of time they could spend with each other.

Since the heart was barely beating, Worf decided to make a stew of it, instead of serving it raw as was Klingon custom. Soon the heavy, spicy aroma filled the holodeck. When it was finished, he let it simmer over the smoldering fire.

"Jadzia," he said softly, lying next to his wife on the blanket. He wrapped his arms around her slender figure; immediately she turned to him.

"Dinner?" she murmured. "Already?"

"I made a stew. It will not matter when we eat."

"Good."

They lay there for a few more minutes. After a moment, Worf kissed Jadzia. Her eyes flew open and she smiled seductively at him. He kissed her again.

"We have to be careful, you know," Jadzia said. "What if my husband catches us like this?"

Worf was already unbuttoning her top, revealing creamy flesh beneath the material. He kissed her throat and then moved back up to her lips.

"Should I be afraid of him?" his voice rumbled low against her lips.

"He is a Klingon warrior," Jadzia answered, returning his kisses with equal ardor.

"Jealous?"

"Very."

"Sounds like a challenge."

"He is," Jadzia giggled. She let her hands roam his back, pushing up his shirt and then stick her hands down the waistband of his pants. Worf grunted and removed her shirt and unsnapped her bra. He kissed the area between her breasts and then, carefully, took one breast in his mouth and sucked. Jadzia closed her eyes, her hands busily untying his hair. She spread her legs and bent them up at the knee so that Worf was lying between them. She moaned as Worf continued to move down her stomach, peppering her with soft kisses. Her hands ran through his wild mane of hair.

She loved it when Worf undressed her, mostly because it was a feeling of complete submission to this man she adored so completely. His hands slowly undid the buttons and zipper of her pants and he carefully slid them off. He then inserted a probing finger down the waistband of her panties, and then removed that garment again. She was now lying completely naked beneath him; Worf sat up for a moment and looked down at her. In the past, whenever Worf had done such a thing, Jadzia had felt embarrassed. Now, she loved the way Worf looked at her, because that glance was more than physical attractive; his love for her reflected in those dark eyes. He kissed her long and hard, making his way down the length of her body.

Excitement ran through her as he reached that spot between her legs. Expertly, he caressed her thighs with his hands and then his mouth.

"You are teasing me," she whispered hoarsely, as she felt desire take over. Worf laughed at her, pleased with her impatience. He touched her gently, feeling that yes, indeed, she was wet enough for him. There were times in the past, when he had been impatient and had not waited long enough and had hurt her. Of course she hadn't said anything at those times, but one look at her face told him what he needed to know. Now, he tried very hard to control his own desire and to wait until he knew she was ready for him.

He inserted one finger and then a second one, watching her face the whole time. At first, when they were became par'machai, it had been difficult to make love, since her entrance was too narrow for him. Now, she had stretched to take him with very little pain.

Jadzia's hands dug into his scalp as he began to play with her clitoris with his fingers and then he lowered his head and began to tease her with his tongue. Jadzia moaned and shifted slightly, as Worf's tongue probed into her. She exploded, feeling that strange out-of-focus, kaleidoscope of emotions wash over her. She sat up.

"Is something wrong?" Worf asked anxiously.

"No," she answered. She reached out and he entered her embrace willingly. "I just wanted to see you."

"See me?" he was amused.

"Mmm. Thank you."

They sat like that for a few moments and then Jadzia began to play with his shirt. Worf let her unbutton his shirt.

"I want to feel your skin on mine," she whispered. She didn't say it, but she hated it when Worf made love to her with his clothes still on. It still happened occasionally, mostly those times when Worf was impatient. She smiled now, remembering those times, waking up to Worf's roving hands and then feeling her nightgown being pushed up. Worf was learning though that she was not a Klingon woman and needed time to get ready for him.

"Of course," Worf answered, feeling a little ashamed of himself. It wasn't that he didn't consider Jadzia's needs; most of his thoughts were about what Jadzia might want. It was just that there were times when a Klingon needed relief… fast… and often there was no time to wait. It was for this reason he sometimes did not undress while making love. Often, there was just enough time for him to pull down his pants and enter her before he lost control. He had never said anything to Jadzia, but he hated that he could not control his impulses better. He knew those times, those ferocious bouts of love-making were not as pleasant for her and he often felt guilty afterwards for any pain he had caused.

Jadzia could see the self-recrimination in his eyes and she kissed him softly on the lips, and then pressed herself against him.

"Don't worry about it," she whispered.

"I want to make sure you are happy."

"I am. You know I am."

"I do not… force myself on you too often?"

"No, not at all. And Worf," she was untying his pants now. "We haven't even slept in the same bed together for the last two weeks."

Worf nodded, relieved.

"Stand up, my love," Jadzia commanded. Worf obliged. She pulled his pants down all the way and made him step out of them. He placed his hands on her shoulders as she took him in her mouth. His fingers dug into her shoulders, pressing hard against the soft flesh.

"Jadzia," he said after a few seconds. She disengaged her mouth and fell back against the blanket. He lay back down and then took her hand. She loved it when he showed her where and how he wanted her to touch him. She rolled on top of him, feeling his penis growing firmer with every second. She straddled him, penis still in her hands. He was watching her, mesmerized and she knew that he liked to watch her. Jadzia's hands moved rapidly and firmly, the way she knew he liked it.

"Now," he said hoarsely. She nodded, kneeling on her knees so that she was directly above him. She had to brace herself on his chest for a second.

"Okay," she said softly. He closed his eyes, guiding his member into her. She loved the initial entry, slow and gentle. She let herself sink down onto him and then she lay on top of him. He played with her hair, his hands running up and down her back. Then, in a swift move, he rolled over and began to thrust with long, slow strokes. Jadzia moaned, but Worf could tell immediately from her expression that she was not hurting. He continued to move, watching her face very careful. Finally, he ejaculated, sending out a stream cloudy liquid into her. He withdrew from her and rolled off of her. Jadzia smiled at him sleepily and then curled up against him, her arm across his chest.

They slept for several hours like that and when they woke, the stew had burned.

"And I'm late for my shift!" Worf exclaimed. He found his clothes and began to get dressed. Jadzia sat on the fur blanket, watching him. He tossed her her clothes.

"Will I see you tonight?" she asked wistfully.

"I will stay awake for you."

"Thank you."

After Worf was gone, Jadzia got dressed and then left the holodeck. She returned to the quarters she shared with Worf and fell into bed. She was exhausted and a little sore from the exertion in the holodeck.

"Well, Jadzia," the doctor said as the Trill slipped off the biobed. "I believe you are pregnant."

"Pregnant?" her eyes grew very round.

"Yes, about three weeks, I would say."

Jadzia nodded thoughtfully, "That sounds about right."

"I'm sure Worf will be pleased with the news."

"Yes, of course."

Back in their quarters, Jadzia paced, thinking of how she would tell Worf this wonderful news. She and Worf had been trying so hard to have a baby for so long and while it had been fun trying, she was also glad that finally, she was pregnant.

Worf came back late and found his wife waiting up for him. She had dressed for bed already, her hair loose down her back.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi. You're still up."

"Mm. Come sit down with me."

"One minute. I have to change out of this uniform."

"I'll meet you in the bedroom then."

She followed him into the bedroom and got into bed. She could hear him in the shower and then opening his closet door. When he returned, he said his usual prayer to Kahless and then got into bed next to her.

"Worf," she said. "I saw Julian today and he says… he says about seven months from now, we're going to need larger quarters."

Worf looked down at her, "Baby?"

Jadzia nodded, "Baby."

Worf laughed out loud, hugging her tightly. His hand moved to her stomach and lay there for a few minutes.

"Did he say how long it has been?" he asked.

"Three weeks."

"Where… oh, in the holodeck," Worf grinned. "Then it was fortunate you came that day."

"Very fortunate," Jadzia nodded. She snuggled in his arms. "Worf, I can't believe it. After all the disappointments, all of the frustration, we're finally going to be parents. Finally."

Worf kissed her, "I promise you…"

"No," she whispered, placing her finger on his lips. "I promise you that I will be a good mother to your child."

"Our child," he corrected gently. He noticed her eyes drooping. "You need your rest now, more than ever. Sleep well, my love."

"Good night," Jadzia answered. "I love you."

"And I love you."