On the Hush

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"It's on the hush, only you and I will know."- Maxwell (MTV:Unplugged, 1997)

This story picks up 2 days after "Looking for Parmach" ended.

"Hum, nooo, it's too early," I said groggily. My mind was in a fog and my body was sore, but it was a nice soreness. I sighed remembering last night. I could still feel Worf's hands caressing me, no this was no memory. Those strong fingers were massaging the bare flesh of my back, at that very moment. My eyes fluttered open and I rolled over. "Why didn't you just tell me what you wanted?" I stretched my arms toward the muscular Klingon kneeling above me. I watched as he lowered his head, my heart beat became erratic. Closing my eyes again as his mouth joined with mine, I nibbled his bottom lip, savoring the taste of my new warrior lover. I could lay here all day in his powerful arms.

Worf must have read my mind, "What I want and what I know are two different things. I want to stay here and hold you all day, but I know we both have to be on duty in 3 hours. So get up and lets get dressed." With that last statement he grabbed me and pulled me to my feet. We had slept on the floor of his quarters on board the Defiant. The bunks were tiny, but the Defiant was a lot more secluded.

"And give the captain and the major something to think about, no Jadzia. Dr. Bashir is already speculating about the numerous bone fractures you and I have had over the past couple of days. Yesterday he asked me how we each managed to break a femur. The last thing I want is the captain asking a lot of questions."

I was having trouble concentrating as I sat at my science station. Thoughts of Worf constantly intruded as I entered the equations into the computer for the third time.

Looking up at the chief, I sighed, "Not yet, but give me 5 minutes." It took every ounce of discipline I had to finish the simple mathematical equation.

I fiddled with the food on my plate. Worf and I had agreed that we needed to spend time with our other friends. This would keep them from being suspicious about us. He was not ready to let them know that we had become more than bat'leth partners. "Yes I would love to go. What time do you want to meet?"

"No, Worf and I aren't dining together this evening. We do have a session in the holosuite at 16:00. But I should be ready on time." That was our regular practice time and we decided to keep the appointment. At least I would get to see him that evening. That morning as we were leaving the Defiant, Lt. Miller had seen the two us, so Worf insisted that I sleep in my own quarters tonight. I had gotten upset, and asked him if he was ashamed of our relationship. He had taken me in his arms and assured me that was not the case. Worf was just extremely private and didn't like others nosing about in his life. On the other hand I could care less.

I just loved these young, fresh out of the Academy, interns. It was always so easy, they never asked questions either. "Oh, that wont be necessary. Julian, I mean Dr. Bashir has demonstrated it for me before, in fact just the other day. By the way Tim, you don't mind if I call you Tim, don't tell Julian, Dr. Bashir. I don't want him to know I didn't finish with it the other day." I gave him my most dazzling smile.

Worf ran the bone regenerator along my rib cage as I leaned back against the wall of the cave. "I'm glad I thought to borrow that, now we don't have to limp into the infirmary. Ouch! Be careful."

"Let me do that for you." I reached for the leather tie he used to hold his hair in place. Running my fingers through his hair and smoothing it into place, I realized how right and natural this all seemed. We had only been lovers for 3 days, but already Worf knew every intimate detail of my body. And I could picture him with my eyes closed, every muscle and even the scars on his arms and back.

I had a feeling this relationship was going to last longer than any I'd been in before. We had been really good friends, but I had wanted more. And now I had the more. Where would this lead? Although I had initiated the physical aspect of this new romance I had no idea what I wanted beyond the next moment together. This was not something I wanted to think about at the moment. Much too serious, so I blocked out those thoughts.

I did end up seeing him again that night. Just not the way I had imagined. He met me in my quarters and he was very irate, so was I. "Worf, I just told you I had no idea Kira was setting me up for a blind date!" I yelled back at him. Worf wanted to know why I hadn't told him it was a double date. He kept questioning me about the man my friend had invited to be my dinner companion. I told him we had just met, that night.

"You certainly seemed to be enjoying his company. I saw you in the restaurant, laughing and smiling with him." He was very angry and the muscles in his jaw were clenched tightly.

"He told a joke, a very funny one! Mica has a great sense of humor, and Nerys thought I would like him. You know she's always trying to fix me up with someone. Don't be angry with me, this is all *your* fault!" I yelled indignantly. I couldn't believe it, after only three days, he had become possessive and jealous.

"Yes if you had let me tell Kira about us, then she wouldn't have arranged this surprise date. Anyway I had a nice time, maybe I'll go out with again. At least I didn't have to sneak through the corridors in the middle of the night, afraid someone might see us together." With a huff I flipped my hair over my shoulder and turned away from him. I didn't want him to see the tears in my eyes.

Worf grabbed my arm and whirled me back around. His eyes had turned black with rage, and he pulled me to him as he said, "Did you like him enough to do this?" His mouth came down hard on mine as he molded my body to his.

"Nooo," I groaned, forgetting everything and everyone, except Worf and the sensations he was causing me to feel. Raising his head, he stared intently at me, passion burning in his eyes. "I will not share you with anyone, Jadzia." He then lifted me in his arms and carried me to my bedroom.

It was the middle of the night, two days later, and I found Worf on the bridge of the Defiant, working. This man would never have any fun if it wasn't for me, I thought. While he had his head stuck in an access panel I began to remove my boots and uniform. "Mr. Worf, come here. That is an order," I demanded, I was now sitting in the captain's chair, dressed in only my panties and bra.

Worf looked up, smiled and said, "Yes, sir. I would not want to be insubordinate." He got up and walked over to stand directly in front of me. Standing I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a kiss. Worf then sat down in the captain's chair and pulled me onto his lap. We were kissing passionately, when we heard the doors open. Worf and I froze in place. His grip on me tightened and I held my breath, afraid to open my eyes. I could feel myself blushing, and when I opened my eyes I saw that Worf's dark complexion had taken on a reddish hue, also.

"Uh, excuse us." It was Benjamin. Worf lifted me from his lap and we stood up and turned around. With the captain was Major Kira. My Klingon lover and I stood at attention. I could barely look at my friends and Worf stared at a point just above the door. Neither of us said a word, what was there to say.

"Pardon me, while I retrieve this PADD, I've been looking for it all night." Ben glanced at me, with a devilish look, but acted like nothing was amiss. I loved him for not putting Worf and I on the spot. This entire scene was bad enough as was.

I looked at Kira, her large eyes, were open even wider with disbelief. I winked at her and she turned crimson. The captain picked up his PADD and headed toward the door. "As you were...uh...never mind, good night." He took Kira by the arm and guided her out the door.

Worf let out a deep sigh, then moaned as he dropped his head. He pinched his brows together as he shook his head. Turning toward him I said, "I guess it's not on the hush anymore. And I am glad. Now we don't have to hide our relationship. It won't be so bad." I reached out to stroke my hand along his tense jaw.

"I suppose you are right. The entire station will know soon enough. At least I don't have to worry about Major Kira arranging anymore blind dates." Worf held me tightly in his embrace.

That was two nights ago. Worf has spent the past two nights here with me, in my quarters. I love falling asleep in his arms. But tonight I am alone. He was assigned to take the Defiant on a mission earlier today into Maquis territory. I miss him.

I dined this evening with Julian. It was rather heart breaking. My friend stared across the table at me rather dejectedly. Ben and Nerys had not told him about Worf and myself, they hadn't told anyone. Actually the good doctor figured it out for himself. First he discovered there was a bone regenerator missing. I had forgotten to return it. He finally got the information out of Ensign Collier. I begged him not to write-up the young man. Julian agreed on the condition that if I needed anything I was to come ask him. He then told me that what really tipped him off was the way Mr. Worf and I stared lovingly into each other's eyes, when we thought no one was watching. Before he left, dear sweet Julian, gave me new bone and dermal regenerators, fully charged. I had a lump in my throat as I thanked him. I knew how hard this was for him.

I don't know if I'm in love, and I'm not sure if I'm ready for that. But I do know that I miss Worf terribly. I can hardly wait for him to get back, so I can feel his strong embrace again.