Characters belong to Paramount and I'm definitely using them without permission but not for profit. The story (which I'm sure Paramount doesn't want anyway) belongs to me as does the random character, such as Corin and the Ferengi bartender.
This is set sometime between "A Change of Heart" and "Tears of the Prophets." Since TPTB never sent Worf and Dax on a honeymoon, I guess I will just have to pick up the slack on this one.
The woman stood on the balcony, her hands gripping the balcony firmly. Now this was a view to make one break down and cry over, she thought exuberantly. In the distance, the jagged peaks of the Segova Mountain range cut jagged lines into the perwinkle blue sky. But closer, the wide, clear expanse of blue lake rippled gently as the wind played against its surface.
The woman sighed; she was truly happy in this wonderful place.
"Hey."
The man approached her from the back, wrapping his big strong arms around her. She snuggled into that embrace, reveling in its warmth.
"Is this the view you wanted so badly?" he asked.
"Oh yes," the woman replied. "This is wonderful."
"I still think we should have gone to Vulcan's Forge."
"Worf, my love, you can go to Vulcan's Forge if you'd like. I could stay here forever. It's like having our own piece of heaven. Don't you think?"
The Klingon laughed, the emotion rumbling deep within him.
"I'm glad you enjoy it here," he said sincerely.
"Oh, I do."
They stood there for a long moment, watching the sun set into a thin golden line. Worf's grip on his wife's waist tightened and slowly his hands found their way under her blouse. He kneaded his fingers into her skin; she leaned against him, sighing.
"What are you doing?" she teased.
"Enjoying the view," he replied.
His hands moved up, stroking her skin gently. She marveled at his touch, thinking how odd it was that he could be so rough with everyone else but when it was just her, he was gentle and kind. She wished she could share this other Worf with everyone else, to show them what she saw in him, but she knew that he would hate that; this side was for her and for her alone.
"I'm so glad you agreed to Casperia Prime for our honeymoon," Jadzia said now, trying to ignore Worf's hand slowly stroking her breasts. She felt his fingers snap her bra and she smiled, remembering the first time Worf had struggled with the garment; now he had become quite an expert in removing it.
"You were right," he said, nuzzling her neck. "I did plan the wedding. It was only fair that you plan the honeymoon."
She reached up to place her arm around his neck, his head resting on her shoulder, his lips gently biting at her neck. He massaged her breasts. Jadzia turned and faced her husband. She looped her arms around his neck.
"You're never tired, are you?" she whispered.
"For you? Never," he replied. Jadzia laughed as she pushed Worf into the room. They kissed passionately, their lips interlocking, tongues swirling. Jadzia loved the taste of Worf and she kept her mouth firmly on his as she pushed him down onto the bed.
Worf pushed her shirt over her head and gently took one of her breasts into his mouth. His hands found their way up her skirt, before resting gently on her thighs. Jadzia moaned, as she kissed his forehead ridges, his neck. She could feel his manhood rising between her legs and she began to rock back and forth, rubbing herself against him.
Worf's fingers expertly began to press against the delicate flesh between her legs, his fingers finding their way into her most intimate parts. She wiggled slightly, letting him insert his fingers completely within her. With his other hand, he teased her clitoris. She tried not to react, but it was hard to deny the rush which was slowly coming over her.
With a foreceful push, Worf flipped her over so that he was now looking over her. She gazed up into his dark eyes as he removed his fingers from her. She immediately sensed his need and pushed his pants down, releasing his penis. She curled her hand around his member and guided it into her opening.
He pushed into her, almost roughly, and then began to pump. Jadzia held him tightly, as she felt herself carried away on a wave. She felt Worf come within her and then he collapsed on top of her.
They lay there quietly for a few minutes, their sweat mingling. Worf's fingers idly played with her hair.
After a moment, Jadzia sat up. She located her blouse on the floor and put it on. She stood up, straightening her skirt. She looked at Worf, who was still lying on the bed, watching her. She laughed and got back into bed with him.
"Okay," she said. "Have it your way. We'll have it your way."
"Good," he said, pressing his lips against her neck.
****
The couple attracted much attention; it wasn't everyday that a Trill and a Klingon honeymooned on Casperia Prime.
The Klingon, most of the observers noted, was a gruff contrast to his more sparkling and vivacious bride. She seemed to be having a good time; spectators could not tell about him.
"What to do today?" Jadzia asked as she and Worf enjoyed breakfast together. They were sitting on the terrace, enjoying the view of Segova Lake. "Swimming? Canoeing? Hiking?"
"Swimming sounds nice," Worf said.
"I hear there are some nice waterfalls about three kilometers away," Jadzia said. "Loosely translated, they are known as Lover's Falls. We could go there."
"Sounds good."
"Good. Then I'll have a picnic lunch made for us to share there."
****
The two hiked, Worf in the lead. He paused occasionally to wait for Jadzia to catch up. It wasn't that she was slow; it was more that she stopped more often to enjoy the view. Sometimes, she would beckon to him and he would have to retrace his steps in order to see what she wanted him to.
They finally reached Lover's Falls, which turned out to be quite the tourist's attraction. It seemed that every couple in the Alpha Quadrant had found their way here.
"Well, so much for privacy!" Jadzia laughed. She eyed the group down below. She didn't mind the crowd, but she knew Worf would not like it. "Why don't we hike a little more? We can find a more secluded spot higher up on the river."
"Good," Worf said. He looked down at the crowd distastefully.
They found a perfect little clearing a little ways up and Jadzia spread the blanket. Worf set out the food. It was a simple lunch; champagne and little finger sandwiches made with cream cheese and strawberry jelly. Later, they lay together on the blanket, enjoying the warm sun caressing their bodies.
"You know," Jadzia said suddenly. "It's times like this you forget that there is a war going on. I mean, look around. You would never guess how serious the situation is."
"But that's good," Worf said unexpectedly, drawing Jadzia close to him. He kissed her forehead lightly.
"Good? Worf? Are you all right?"
"Sometimes it's good to forget about the war. Sometimes, we need this time away."
Jadzia sat up, the strap of her sundress falling carelessly down her shoulder. Worf reached up and pushed it back into place. She smiled her thanks.
"Worf, what happened to my husband? The warrior who can never resist a war? What happened to him?"
"You."
Jadzia stared, almost shocked into silence by Worf's answer. She said nothing, but instead lay back down, letting his love wrap around her.
****
That night, after dinner, Jadzia led Worf into the bar. He wrinkled his nose at the sight of the Ferengi bartender, but Jadzia laughed at him.
"Just a couple games," she told him.
"Don't gamble too much," Worf warned.
"I won't."
Jadzia won the first two games of tongo impressively. Worf was very proud. The Ferengi bartender, on the other hand, was less impressed.
"I will not be beaten by a woman," the Ferengi snarled.
Jadzia smiled, her mouth widening enough to reveal her perfect white teeth.
"Another spin?" she asked.
"You sound very sure of yourself, woman!"
"I am," Jadzia said, winking at Worf; she held a good hand.
The Ferengi spun the wheel and dropped another two strips of latinum into the pot. Jadzia eyed it and then added four more strips of her own. One of the other players dropped out, claiming the stakes were too high. Jadzia merely grinned; one never won by giving up when things looked bad.
"That's it!" Jadzia exclaimed. "Total monopoly!"
The Ferengi cursed at the Trill and she offered him a smile that was less than sporting. She gathered up her earnings, even as the Ferengi challenged her to another game.
"Oh, I don't think so. Not tonight," Jadzia told him. "Tomorrow night maybe?"
Later, Worf and Jadzia lay curled in bed, her hand resting gently on his chest.
"That Ferengi is quite furious with you," Worf said, his voice a tickle against Jadzia's ear.
"I don't believe he's ever been beaten by a woman before," Jadzia said. "And a Trill at that. He'll get over it."
"I don't think he was kidding about the rematch tomorrow."
"You don't?"
"No."
Jadzia rolled over on top of Worf and kissed him, "You sound concerned."
"You know I have faith in your skills as a tongo player..."
"But?"
"But I do not like him."
"You don't like any Ferengi."
"I do not like the way he was looking at you."
"You don't like the way any man looks at me, Worf."
"I give up," Worf said, his arms snaking around her lithe body. "Kiss me again and maybe I'll forget that we had this conversation."
"Like this?" Jadzia kissed his nose.
"Hmmm."
"And like this?" she kissed his lips.
"Yes..."
"And like this?" she asked as she nibbled at his neck.
"You're good at this."
Her lips moved up to his ears as his hands caressed her back gently.
"I've had seven lifetimes of experience."
"Really, Jadzia. That's not something one should say on her honeymoon."
"Sorry, my love," she cooed in his ear. "But it is true."
Worf kissed her back and then rolled over so that she was pinned underneath him.
"You enjoyed taunting that Ferengi, didn't you?" he asked.
"A little, yes," she admitted. His hands tugged impatiently at the straps of her gown. Already, he was spreading her legs apart. Jadzia laughed softly at his efforts. He scowled back at her.
"And you enjoy taunting me," he said, as he knelt between her legs. He pushed her gown up so that it was nearly covering her face. He kissed her stomach softly and she placed her hands on his back. His mouth moved over her body expertly.
"And you do that so well," she sighed as she felt his fingers moved inside of her. She wiggled slightly, so that she could see him as well as feel him. He was pressing against her now, his hips grinding against her. She pressed her body closer to his, relishing in the feel of skin against skin.
****
The boat glided across the lake, ripples following in its wake. Jadzia lay in Worf's arms, basking in the soft sunlight brushing across her skin.
"It is so serene here," she commented softly. "I could sail out here all day."
"There are many things you could do all day," Worf said with a hint of humor.
"Yes," she grinned up at him. "But this activity would require clothes."
"Not necessarily," he said. He shifted, his knee pressing into her back.
"Ouch!" she sat up. "Why did you do that?"
She turned to face Worf. To her surprise, he was stripping off his shirt.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm going for a swim," he answered. Jadzia laughed at him.
"You wouldn't dare!" she exclaimed.
"I would," he told her. "I am a married man, I have changed."
"So you say, but this is nothing short of a miraculous transformation."
Jadzia stared at her husband, admiring his nakedness as he carefully stepped over the side of the boat. With a splash, he disappeared beneath the surface of the water. Jadzia leaned over the side, waiting for him to emerge. A few seconds passed and still, no Worf.
"Worf?" she called anxiously. "Worf, this isn't funny!"
Still, no Worf.
Panicking now, Jadzia stripped off her shoes and her shirt and plunged into the water. It was warm and salty against her skin as she bobbed in the water.
"Worf! Where are you?" she screamed.
At that moment, a pair of arms grabbed her around the waist. She struggled against the grip, but then relaxed when she felt Worf's familiar touch.
She twisted around.
"I was so worried!" she cried out. "How could you do such a thing?'
Worf grinned at her, "I thought you knew Klingons could hold their breath for up to seven minutes without any problem."
"Still," she said reproachfully.
"But isn't the water wonderful?" he asked with a conciliatory smile.
"Yes," she said. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "It is wonderful. But don't ever do this again, Worf. Okay? Promise me you won't ever do this again, but I couldn't handle it if something happened to you."
"I promise."
****
"Worf!"
The heavyset Klingon ambled towards Worf, a goblet of bloodwine in his out-stretched hand.
"Corin!" Worf stood up from the table. "Corin, how are you?"
"Good, good, my friend. And you?"
"I am well also," Worf glanced down at Jadzia who was looking up at Corin with curiousity. "Corin, I would like you to meet my wife, Jadzia Dax."
"A pleasure," Corin took Jadzia's hand and kissed it gallantly. She smiled at him a bit flirtatious. Obviously, Corin had gone to a different school of love than Worf had. "Are you by chance the great Curzon Dax?"
"I was once Curzon Dax," Jadzia acknowledged.
"Ah, no wonder you have an appreciation for this lug," Corin said with a hearty laugh. Worf shifted his balance uncomfortably as Corin slapped him across the back.
"Corin and I were at the Monastary on Q'Onos together," Worf said. "Corin, at the time, had renounced all worldly ideals and possessions."
"It was a phase, Worf. A meaningless phase," Corin said. "You obviously have done quite well for yourself. "
"Rather well," Worf answered.
"I would have never expected that you would be married, Worf," Corin laughed. "You have certainly found yourself a beauty. Never would of thought it. Never."
Jadzia, realizing Worf's uneasiness, stood up and linked her arm in Worf's.
"It was nice to meet you, Corin," she said politely. "But Worf and I have dinner reservations now."
"Of course, I understand."
Jadzia and Worf left, arm in arm.
"I did not like your friend," Jadzia told Worf.
"He is not my friend," Worf answered.
"I didn't like the way he was looking at me," Jadzia confessed.
"He is harmless. Come, let's go to dinner."
****
After dinner, Jadzia pulled Worf into the bar.
"Just a couple games," she said. "I promised the Ferengi bartender."
"You play tongo with Quark at least once a week," Worf complained. "I want you to myself."
"Believe me," Jadzia said, smiling up at her husband. "If I win tonight, we will celebrate. All night and all of the day, if you wish."
"An offer like that, how can I refuse?"
"I knew you would agree," Jadzia answered. She kissed him gently on the lips and then pushed him into a chair. "Stay here. I plan to win very quickly."
Worf watched as Jadzia took her place at the tongo table. He enjoyed watching her play and admitted that she had some skill at the game. She won the first round easily and then the second.
He noted that the stakes were going up, but he was not concerned; Jadzia was having a good night at the wheel.
A shadow fell across the table and Worf looked up. Corin.
"Hello, Worf," Corin said quietly. "May I join you?"
"I would prefer that you did not."
Corin sat down opposite Worf. Worf growled and crossed his arms against his chest.
"You do not like me," Corin said easily. "I know that. But I do have a proposition for you."
"I am not interested."
"You will be," Corin said. "Just give it a few minutes."
Worf, in spite of himself, leaned across the table in interest.
"What are you saying?" he asked.
Corin pointed towards the tongo table.
"You were never good at games, were you, Worf?" Corin asked. "Your beautiful wife is losing everything."
Worf stood up and was about to walk over to the tongo table, but Corin's hand on his arm restrained him.
"I will make a deal with you," Corin hissed. "A night with your wife and all her debts will be forgiven."
"I do not agree!" Worf answered back.
"Very well," Corin grinned. "You do know what the penalty for debt is here on Casperia? It is very severe. Life in prison or in some cases, such as gambling, it is death."
"She will not lose," Worf insisted.
"It is a done deal," Corin answered. "She will lose everything. It's very simple. One night with your wife and I will take care of the debt."
At that moment, Worf saw Jadzia slam her cards down on the table, her face flushed with frustration.
He broke free from Corin's grasp and stalked over to Jadzia.
"I'm sorry," she told him.
"Sorry?" he asked.
"I've lost all of our money."
"All of it?"
"Well, most of it. I was so sure of myself. "
"All is not lost," Worf said consolingly, laying his hand on her shoulder.
"Everything was going so well and then all of sudden, in two spins, it was all gone. I don't understand. I don't know what happened."
The Ferengi bartender approached the couple, an evil grin crossing his features.
"You still owe me two strips, woman," he said.
"I don't have it," Jadzia said quietly. "I will have to owe you."
"No," the Ferengi shook his head. "I will not accept that."
"I promise, I will pay you myself," Worf said desperately.
"I will not accept the debt," the Ferengi declared. "I must call the authorities."
"No!" Worf thundered. "If you will wait but twenty-three hours, I will have the money for you."
Jadzia looked at him in amazement and at that moment, Corin approached. He handed the Ferengi two strips of gold pressed latinum.
"Worf?" Corin asked. "Do we have a deal?"
Worf looked across the room, wincing as he saw several uniformed policemen making their way towards him.
"What is he talking about, Worf?" Jadzia asked.
"You must go with him," Worf said finally. "Jadzia..."
He touched her face gently. "Jadzia, I am sorry."
"Worf, what have you done?" Jadzia asked.
"Please," he said. "There is no time."
Corin grabbed Jadzia's arm and pulled her out of the bar. The Ferengi grinned some more and Worf felt the urge to punch him in the mouth. Instead, he calmed himself as the authorities talked briefly to the bartender and then walked away.
Then, Worf made his way to the front desk.
"Where is the Klingon Corin staying?" Worf demanded.
"In Suite 436," the concierge replied.
"Good."
****
Jadzia felt fear as never before. She did not like Corin and she did not understand what was happening. She did not know what deal Worf had struck with this man, but she did know that his intentions were less than honorable.
Once in Corin's suite, the Klingon offered her some bloodwine, which she refused.
"You owe your life to me," Corin said pleasantly as he sat opposite her, sipping his wine.
"I don't understand," Jadzia said.
"The penalty for gambling is extremely high here, especially if you lose," Corin grinned at her. "Luckily for me, you lost. Though, it was a forgone outcome from the very beginning."
"The game was rigged?" Jadzia exclaimed. "You did this on purpose?"
"You should be flattered. All that just for a night with you."
"Ugh!" Jadzia stood up. "This is insane. If you think I'm going to sleep with you, you are crazy!"
"Your husband apparently has no problems with this..."
"What did you say to him?" Jadzia shrieked. Corin came towards her, a shiny blade in his hand. Jadzia backed away. Corin sped up, finally pinning her to the wall. He pressed the blade up against her skin. A tiny trickle of blood rolled down her cheek. She pressed against him, but the blade plunged deeper into her skin. He pressed his free hand against her breasts, pushing hard against her. Jadzia screamed louder, beating at him with her fists. Corin bent his head, pressing his lips against her neck and suddenly, she felt him slumping against her.
With all the strength she could muster, she pushed the giant Klingon away from her. He staggered backwards and then fell on the floor. It was only then that Jadzia noticed the mek'leth in the man's back. She looked up and saw Worf in the doorway. She started to shiver, unable to move. In a few giant steps, Worf was across the room and wrapping her in his arms.
"I am sorry, Jadzia, so sorry," he whispered. "I hoped to be here sooner, but I was delayed temporarily by the Ferengi bartender and then the authorities."
"Why?" she whispered. "Why did you agree?"
"I did not agree," Worf said fiercely. "I could never agree to do such a thing to you, but he left me no choice. And then, when he took you, I knew that I had no choice but to kill him. I would kill anyone who would hurt you."
"Is he dead?"
Worf turned to look at the prone figure on the floor, "I think so, yes. My aim is never wrong."
"Let's get out of here," Jadzia said. "We can discuss this later."
****
Once back on Deep Space Nine, Jadzia and Worf settled into a rather uneasy routine, one that did not go unnoticed by their friends. The fact that they had cut their honeymoon abruptly short was an interesting and Worf seemed curiously on edge.
During their quick getaway from Casperia, Worf and Jadzia had hardly spoken. Jadzia could only think of Corin lying on the floor, the blood seeping from his body and the two of them packing like crazy, trying to get away before the authorities discovered the murder.
Back on DS9, they knew they could not mention what had happened on Casperia, so they kept silent about the whole situation and did not share any details of their honeymoon with their friends.
Kira mentioned the tension between the couple once to Odo, but Odo brushed it off, feeling correctly that it was none of their business.
"It's just not like them," Kira said. "I mean, they don't even really fight anymore. They just sort of exist. I would think that the honeymoon would have made them closer."
Bashir thought something had happened on Casperia, something that neither woul reveal. He agreed with Odo that it really wasn't any of their business. But still, they wished someone would tell them what was going on.
****
Jadzia sat up in bed, watching Worf get ready. It had been two weeks since they had returned to Casperia and the wound on her cheek had healed. However, there was more to heal between them and Jadzia wondered how they would ever bridge that gap again.
The truth was, she understood why Worf had pushed her to go with Corin. Casperia truly did have tough laws, but she would have been willing to take her chances. It was more the fact that Worf did not even give her the opportunity that made her so angry with him.
"Jadzia," Worf said softly. "Jadzia, we need to talk."
"I know," she sighed.
He sat down on the bed, but did not touch her.
"I want to apologize to you," he said softly. "From the bottom of my heart. I was wrong and I should not have done this to you."
"You should have trusted me, Worf," Jadzia said. "But you did not and that's what upsets me the most."
"I was afraid," Worf admitted. "I realized that Corin must have planned the whole thing and I was afraid that you would be taken away and I would not be able to do anything for you."
"So you made this deal with him?"
"Yes."
"Worf, have you ever thought of what would have happened if you hadn't shown up on time? If you hadn't killed that man?"
"I have thought of that many times and it haunts me. And I am so sorry for that, Jadzia, please, believe me. I love you and I only wanted to protect you. I guess I was wrong."
"You were wrong, Worf," Jadzia sighed. She lay back down, closing her eyes. Worf sighed as she turned away from him. Gingerly, he got back into bed, laying on his back, trying hard to fall asleep.
After a few minutes, Jadzia rolled over.
"I can't do this," she told him tearfully. "I can't be mad at you for this. I'm sorry, Worf."
He reached for her gratefully, pushing her hair out of her face.
"I love you," he told her. "And I will never ever doubt you again."
"I know," she whispered. "I know."
They kissed once and then twice. Worf wrapped his arms around her slender body, loving the feel of her on top of him. They moved against each other, their bodies in perfect harmony. It was as if all the tension of the past few days disappeared in the seemingly relentless passion which was finally unleashed in the melding of their bodies.
"I will never betray you again," Worf told Jadzia as he gently stroked her stomach, her breasts, her legs.
"And I will never gamble again," she promised. "Except with Quark."
"That is fine," Worf acquiesed. " I do not have to kill him."
"No, you just have to look at him," Jadzia grinned. "And all debts are paid."
His low laugh rumbled in her neck. Jadzia nestled in his arms, feeling once again safe with Worf.
~The End~
2/5/99
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