DISCLAIMER: The Star Trek: Deep Space Nine characters are the property of Paramount Studios, Inc and Viacom. The story contents are the creation and property of C. Zdroj and are copyright (c) 2001 by C. Zdroj. This story is Rated NC-17.

Flying and Falling

by C. Zdroj

Chronology Note: This is an alternate universe story, set after the events of the ST:DS9 episodes "Body Parts" and "Broken Link."


Dream One

He was the Arbazan vulture.

It took him several moments, after his wings spread out to catch the light, to realize that he was flying. Joy shivered through his body and in that breathless instant he became the bird, not just an imitation of it. Wind rushed through taut feathers to carry him aloft. His delight became reckless, unbounded, as though his emotions would overflow his body.

From the sky she appeared to him as a startling patch of brilliant red, the only real color to stain the drab landscape below. She looked up as he circled lower, her dark eyes dancing with pleasure. She smiled. She knew him--recognized the essence of him in the bird form, and he was pleased.  "Odo ... I've been waiting for you ..."

--and then the moment ruptured, replaced by pain and confusion. He fell, plummeting out of the sky, plunged into a vast, endless sea of conflicting voices. He floated adrift there for an instant of disorienting chaos, and then the strange, ancient touch of his people withdrew from him completely.

He was alone. His body, as though composed of red Bajoran clay, was re-fashioned, molded and sculpted with the speed of thought. Suddenly he had body parts: toes and lungs and knees and genitals that tingled with feeling--parts that had names. The transformation didn't hurt--not until he broke the surface of the now-alien Link and drew the first cold breath of air into his lungs. His gasping exhale became a cry of fear as the tide of living awareness swept him, flailing and helpless, onto the rock.

There he lay, shaking, terrified, staring up unseeing into the black sky ...

Odo woke suddenly, his skin drenched with sweat. He stared at the ceiling of his darkened quarters, feeling the strangeness of his human body in the ominous silence: blood coursing through him, extremities that trembled, lungs that heaved, damp skin that tingled with cold one moment and flushed with heat the next.


Damn, damn, damn. Why did he always have to relive the fear and agony of that transformation, and then waken to the unreasoning pulses of this human body? There was a hot, painful throbbing at the juncture of his thighs, a now familiar yet still alien sensation. As a changeling, he had disdained the messiness and vulgarity of humanoid sex, at least outwardly. Now, his body seemed to take perverse delight in tormenting him with the very needs and impulses he'd scorned.

Odo shut his eyes, swallowing tears of anger and frustration. Drawing a deep breath, he let his hands travel slowly down over the now-foreign terrain of his own body, over chest and belly. After a moment's hesitation he slid them lower still, until his fingers brushed gently over taut, sensitive flesh. His cock reacted like a live thing, stiffening against the gentle pressure of the touch. He took a moment to let himself feel the strange organ, to sense its shape in the protective and forgiving darkness. Wrapping his fingers around its smoothness, he gave a gentle, experimental thrust--and then gasped in surprise.

A rhythm slowly developed as he worked to relieve himself of the stubborn, unasked-for manifestation of his new status as a "solid." Cautious and inquiring at first, his movements became surer until his body was surging forward into his hands. His calf-muscles tightened as his hips moved in spasms. The thought of stopping floated briefly through his mind--through the haze of his shame--but by now his need was so great that shame didn't matter. Odo thrust hard, his body arching, gasping at the pleasure that shot through him. Soon he was wholly consumed by his need, fucking into his hands with sharp little jerks of his pelvis, biting back the strange, helpless sounds that tried to break past his lips.

He saw Nerys clearly during those agonized moments of straining toward climax. He felt her. It was her warm body he thrust into, between her pale thighs, deep into her. It was too late to stop the images that swam before him, engulfing him. The movement of his hips became sharper, until the wet heat at last erupted from his body, between his fingers, over his chest, over his face. A surging burst of pleasure traveled down the length of his spine and shook him to the core. He heard his own harsh cry of relief as he emptied himself.

Odo held still for some moments after the tremor, his hips still slightly raised, his now softening penis still cradled in his hands. His hips sank slowly until his buttocks rested once more on the mattress. He was repulsed yet again by the messiness of his body. He needed to wash his hands, to clean himself up, to clean the bedsheets ... but his body was simply too drained from pleasure and exhaustion to so much as twitch a finger.

He slid into dreamless sleep with his hands still cupped between his thighs.


Dream Two

She heard him gasping even before she set foot across the threshold. Worry pricked at her, for it sounded as if he were sick or in pain.

As soon as she stepped into the bathroom, however, she knew this was not the case. He was standing there in the shower spray, pale and lean and beautiful. Her gaze was transfixed by the smooth, clean lines and sharp angles of his body. His beauty was too much to bear.

She looked down and saw that she too was naked.

Possessed by Prophets-knew-what, she slid aside the clear shower curtain and stepped noiselessly behind him, into the warm mist, slipping her arms around his waist. There was a breathless, motionless pause as each of them seemed to recognize exactly what had occurred. If he was shocked by her impropriety, he gave no sign of it.

"Nerys?" he asked, softly, without turning around ...

"I'm here ..." she whispered, running her hands down his arms and then over his wrists, until she found his long fingers, wrapped around the rod of flesh that jutted out from his body. "Let me help ..." she said, easing his hands away. She felt the firm velvet length of him in her hands, warm and smooth and solid.

"Nerys," he whispered, his hands braced on the wall, tears sliding down his simple, lovely face. "I can't ..."

"Tell me you want me to leave," she said, "and I'll go."

His voice was a low rasp, full of passion and pleading. "No--no ... don't go. Please ..."

She kissed the side of his neck. "Just relax then ... let me help. Let me give you this ..."

She wound him in her arms and began to rock him, feeling him strain, feeling the power in his body and in her own touch. Nothing had ever felt so good as his wet silken skin against her hands, against her body.

"You're beautiful," she whispered against his cheek. She let her hands slide upward over the front of his torso to caress his nipples. They were hard, and he almost cried out at her touch.

"Nerys ... oh gods--I'll fall when I ..."

"Shhh..." She kissed his throat, kissed him into oblivion, while her hands ... she'd almost lost track of what her hands were doing to his lower torso, gliding over his smooth skin--in him, on him, squeezing and stroking. His knees trembled and he whimpered without shame. "You won't fall," she whispered. "I won't let you fall ..."


Stardate: 50282.5

Kira was awakened by a sharp kick inside her belly. She closed her eyes and waited, wincing a moment later under a second assault, more insistent than the first. For several moments she lay motionless on the bed, feeling bloated and uncomfortably warm, waiting for the movement within her to subside. This is ridiculous, she told herself, I've been pregnant for less than two weeks. I'm not even showing yet--well, not that much ... Still, she had a vicious headache, and her uniform clung uncomfortably to her body, which already felt over-ripe somehow. Her breasts were heavy and aching. She imagined that she could feel the milk bleeding through the front of her tunic onto the mattress ...

Her eyes flew open. Damn. Her blouse was wet. Due, no doubt, to those wretched human hormones that Julian had been giving her ever since she'd agreed to this lunacy. She struggled to a sitting position and for a moment stared, mesmerized, at the splotch of dark wetness spreading down the front of her uniform. Only then did she fuzzily recall that she was not in her own quarters. These rooms were, unbelievably, even sparer than her own. Now she remembered: she'd come to Odo complaining about her latest spat with Keiko and the Chief. Her friend had been too gracious to send her away, and she'd ended up stretching out on his bed--"just for a minute or two."


"O-five hundred and seventeen minutes," intoned the computer in its insufferably serene manner.

Great. A minute or two had become more than two hours that she'd been asleep on Odo's bed. Kira ran a hand over the damp sheets. It was still strange to think of Odo sleeping, solid-fashion, in an actual bed. She sighed in annoyance. Now she'd have to clean up after herself. The alien entity in her belly kicked once more, and she felt a sudden, urgent need to find the bathroom.
 "Odo?" she called softly. There was no answer. Perhaps she'd been left on her own to rest. It would be like Odo to scrupulously respect and guard her privacy. Kira smiled and then grimaced as she swung her feet over the edge of the bed. Her toes made contact with the floor, and she looked down at them in wonder. No boots. Odo must have removed those too. Just as well. She hated walking in the damned things, especially now.

Still feeling groggy, she stood up and made her way across the floor, thinking rather uncharitably that her body must be the size and weight of a small asteroid, whatever it looked like in the mirror. She spotted the control panel beside the bathroom door and gave it an irritable smack. The door hissed open, revealing gleaming white, immaculately clean surfaces. Kira took two steps inside, and froze.

The shower was running, a gentle mist of steam filling the room. Not two meters away from her, through a thin, transparent curtain, she saw Odo.


For a moment she almost felt dizzy--as though she'd stepped into the embarrassing and lascivious dream that had recently been haunting her. This cannot be happening. Her lips parted in a soft gasp and she stared helplessly at the man in the shower. Odo's image was blurred by steam and water droplets, but her sleeping mind had not erred in its presentation of a lean, trim body with startlingly pale skin. She also made out a wiry torso, well-sculpted thighs and buttocks, and a blur of soaking-wet, honey-colored hair streaming with water. His angular shoulders and haunches were drawn taut as he stood in the spray with his back to her. Kira heard him gasp sharply--as if he were in pain. Instinctively she reached out with one hand, only to draw it back as her fingers made contact with the shower curtain.

Suddenly realizing what her friend was doing, Kira froze where she stood, mesmerized by the sight of Odo pleasuring himself. As in her dream, his hands were out of sight between his thighs. His narrow buttocks shivered, and Kira felt a sudden, sympathetic liquefying between her own thighs as she watched him gasp and tremble underneath the spray of warm water. She could not tear herself away. It was one thing to have a dream under the influence of synthetic hormones ... it was quite another to see with her own eyes that Odo was capable, desirous even, of that kind of pleasure. His hips undulated slowly. The movements of his hands and hips grew brisk, and then she heard a soft, deep groan as Odo's head tilted back and his whole body shivered.

Kira abruptly became aware of the fact that she had not moved for several seconds.

All too late, she heard the panicked voice in some far-off corner of her brain screaming that it was vulgar, lewd, and improper to remain where she was, goggling at the naked body of her best friend. She backed up slowly, intending to ease herself out of the room, her eyes still riveted to the slim form behind the shower curtain, one hand feeling blindly for the door behind her.

The baby chose that moment to kick again--harder than it had before--and Kira mis-stepped, almost falling, catching herself on the edge of the counter with both hands just in time. Odo spun around at the noise, reached up with one hand and swept the shower curtain aside.

For one delicious, agonizing moment he stood there, dripping, in all his naked, humanoid glory.

Kira felt a burning blush come pulsing into her cheeks as she met Odo's disbelieving, mortified, blue-eyed stare.

"Odo ... I ..." Her voice trailed off as her hand moved up and came to rest on his wet shoulder. It was as though she were hypnotized. She could not resist touching him--that soft, human flesh. Warm, she thought stupidly. He's warm--and wondered why that surprised her. She stared, helpless, into those sad, startled eyes. "I needed to use the ... bathroom ..."

Odo looked down to avoid her gaze and she saw faint pink suffuse his cheeks, neck and upper chest. A wave of compassion swelled within her, followed by a surge of what could only be called lust. "I didn't mean to ..." she began lamely.

"No," he responded. "Of course not."

Kira frowned. The tone of his voice was odd. He should have been outraged, furious with her for intruding on his privacy--but instead he sounded ... sad, even disappointed. Kira's eyes dropped guiltily, just long enough to take in the sight of his lean, smooth torso and his soft-looking, slowly receding genitals. When she met his gaze a second time Odo refused to look away. Despite the red in his cheeks, he looked almost as if he were daring her to make an observation.

Kira decided to offer a counter-challenge instead. Wordlessly, she began unbuttoning her already-wet blouse and peeled it away, baring her breasts with silent deliberation. Odo's gaze remained locked with hers. She reached up and touched the side of his face gently, placing her fingertips against his wet temple. Odo closed his eyes, seeming to melt at the contact, leaning into her touch with obvious pleasure, turning his head just slightly to kiss the palm of her hand. Kira dared to glance below his waist and saw that his cock was beginning to rouse itself once more, lifting and swelling between his thighs. Encouraged, she reached out and took his soft flesh in hand, stroking curiously, hearing Odo's sharp intake of breath. He grew harder as she went on caressing, sliding her hand gently up and down. He gasped and gave a tiny moan as Kira's fingers closed tight around him.

"Nerys ..." he whispered hoarsely. The ecstatic look on his face was unexpected--passionate, vulnerable. Kira paused, leaned up and forward to touch her lips to his in a soft, awkward kiss. Gripping his shoulders, she backed him slowly into the shower stall once more, pushing him under the warm spray and standing there with him.

Odo closed his eyes as the warmth of her lips brushed his again, as Kira took and guided his hands, pressing them against her wet skin. Her nipples were stiff little nubs pressing into his palms, hardening under the pressure of his touch. She helped him to squeeze her breasts, showing his hands how to move.

Recalling, incredibly, some stray fragment of a romance novel about "fresh rosy peaches," Odo let his thumbs circle and then stroke lightly over Kira's swollen nipples, and she gasped with approval. He caught his breath as she wound her arms around his neck and kissed him again, with more abandon than the first time, her tongue teasing lightly over the crease between his lips. He thought, fleetingly, about opening his mouth ... that was the appropriate response, wasn't it? But then he was distracted by something else--his aching, unrepentant penis slipping gently into place between her warm thighs. He was faintly shocked by the eager movement of Kira's hips as she rubbed herself against him, the wetness of her vulva smearing fluid along his length. He could do nothing, it seemed, but shiver and move his own hips in reply.

His hands came up instinctively to push the wet strands of hair away from Kira's forehead, to frame her cheeks and hold her still as they kissed again, mouths open now, tongues searching gently and eagerly. Thought was no longer required. His humanoid body seemed to know the steps in this dance. We're linking ... was his single, dazed thought.

Kira drew back for a moment, long enough for Odo to stare at her in wonder and astonishment. He blinked back the drops of water and let his eyes linger, less timidly now, on her body--her flushed face, the berry-red tips of her full breasts, the gentle, not-yet-very-pronounced swell of her abdomen .... Kira smiled, shy and flirtatious at the same time.

"Do me a favor and turn around," she said, her voice seductive, playful.

Not certain what to expect, Odo obliged her. Kira slipped her arms around his waist. "Shhhh ...." Her whisper was soothing while she drew him close and kissed his wet shoulder. Her hands slid round to the front of his abdomen and rubbed his belly with slow, even strokes. Odo shivered but felt strangely reassured by the touch. Kira's hands moved lower, taking hold once more of his aching, rigid prick. By now he was so aroused that he had to bite back a cry as she touched him. His body quivered expectantly. Odo's breathing became harder as Kira ran her grip briskly down his length. She turned her head aside to kiss his throat, and Odo closed his eyes while her gentle strokes intensified. He fought to steady himself as her hands discovered his secret pleasure and deepest shame. He bit his lip, allowing only a few soft whimpers to escape as she touched him. Her fingers teased slowly over his inflamed, sensitive flesh.

From nowhere, his old fear of losing control suddenly rose up inside, clawing at him, even in the throes of his pleasure. His body twisted and he moaned, pressing into Kira's touch. No ... no, no, no ... Can't lose ...

Her fingers slid gently between his buttocks to rub in careful circles at the tight opening there. Odo whimpered softly in pleasure. It felt ... amazing. So good he could no longer think straight ....

And then it slammed into him. The memories, the sensations--the white walls of the lab, the helpless feeling of being invaded. He braced himself with both hands against the wall of the shower, but his legs were trembling, his footing slipped and he fell to his knees, gasping, his stomach clutching violently. In the next moment he found himself retching helplessly on his hands and knees as the water frothed and swirled around him, roaring in his ears. Reality swam before him, the floor tilted--his stomach heaved painfully and brought up nothing ....

--and then, suddenly as it had begun, the roaring stopped. Warm hands gripped his shoulders. It was a moment before he could hear Nerys ... before he could see her.

"Odo?" Her voice was soft and far away. "Odo--are you all right?" He tried to fix his gaze on her dark eyes. Her face, frantic and worried-looking, came slowly into focus. She was kneeling beside him on the now chilly shower floor.


He looked slowly around the tiny space of the shower, was faintly surprised that his body seemed to be shaking. One of his hands clutched Kira's shoulder.

"Are you all right?" she asked. "Do I need to call Julian?"

Odo shook his head. "No doctors. Not this time," he grated. He strove to fight down both his nausea and the excessive emotion welling inside him. Kira placed one hand at the back of his neck and drew him forward until his chin touched her shoulder. And then her arms slipped around him. Odo shut his eyes and allowed himself to lean briefly against her. It was as though his body instinctively sought to pull some of her warmth into itself. A distant voice in his mind, unbidden, was still frantically whispering: Link with me, link with me, link with me ... while some competing instinct, terrified and curled up in a darker corner of his awareness, made a different plea--almost wordless at first. Then his lips moved, and he heard his own voice again.

"Make--it--stop ..." a soft, low rasp.

Kira went still in his arms. "Make what stop?" He felt her hands traveling up and down his back in warm, even strokes. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I shouldn't have ..."
"You didn't," he said grimly, trying to get to his feet, trying not to look at her. "It's nothing."

Kira held him fast. "It's not nothing." Odo looked down at her, at the gentle swell of her belly. As his gaze traveled up to her face, he was arrested by the softness of her expression.

"Nerys ..."

She did not give him time to be apologetic. "Let's just take this slow, all right?" Her hands moved to support his body. Odo felt his stomach lurch as they struggled upright together. He allowed Kira to take his weight again for an instant--and then, to his surprise, he was standing.

He had a moment to contemplate the sorry awkwardness of his body--the thin stream of blood trickling down one knee--and then he was moving, slowly but surely, being guided out of the bathroom, across his quarters and over to his bed. Kira eased him down on the mattress and there he sat, dripping and still faintly stunned.

She moved around his quarters briskly, finally returning to kneel in front of him with some towels, a bowl of warm water, and a dermal regenerator. So natural and businesslike were her movements, so devoid of anything resembling shame or self-consciousness, that it took Odo a moment to remember that she was naked--and so was he.

"Nerys --" he tried again. "I'm sorry. I feel like an idiot ..."

"Don't you dare apologize." She pressed a damp cloth over the cut on his knee. Her eyes flashed sparks when she met his gaze. "I'm the one who walked in on you. I'm the one who obviously can't control her hormones, especially now that Julian's been shooting me up with Prophets-know-what kind of human chemicals." He saw her cheeks flush as her tone became rueful. The painful knot of anxiety in his stomach grew even tighter.

Kira's gaze softened, and Odo knew that something had slipped through in his own expression. Her dark eyes took on a familiar, anxious look. She raised her hands to his face, held him still for a moment. Her thumbs stroked lightly over his cheekbones.

"How do you feel?" The weight of her concern was undisguised.

"Embarrassed," Odo grated, trying to keep his tone cynical and ironic, trying to look anywhere except at those liquid dark eyes.

"I was probably going too fast," said Kira matter-of-factly. She was patting his shoulders and neck with a towel, drying him. "It's an old fault of mine when it comes to sex." She used the towel to begin fluffing his hair dry. Slender, careful fingers sifted gently through the damp strands above his forehead. Odo could sense her discomfort. It was typical of Nerys to deflect attention from her emotions with a task, even a small one. Typical of her to circle around an issue before confronting it directly.

But confront it she always did, eventually. "Are you sure you're okay?" she asked.

"I'll survive," he said, and he knew his tone was harsh. How to explain to her what had happened just now--what had caused him to fall--without revealing the depths of his own fears and passions ... his own private shame?

"Was I misreading something back there?" said Kira at last. Her voice was carefully neutral. "Do you want to just forget this happened?"

She was offering him an out, one that would save his dignity. For a moment he considered taking it.

"No, you weren't misreading anything," he said at last, his voice low and deliberate. "And no, I don't particularly want to forget it. Although that might be best for both of us."

She said nothing, but he felt her hands, drifting lightly down and then back up along the gooseflesh of his bare arms. She began kneading the muscles of his neck and shoulders, her hands roaming over the expanse of his body, pressing, rubbing, squeezing the very real, very tight humanoid muscles that lay beneath his skin. He let her. He leaned into the massage with closed eyes, drawing nearer to her by slow degrees as she went on stroking his back and shoulders. He felt the heat radiating from her body. Her energy. Her fierceness. The stubborn unbending vitality within her that he had always marveled at.

Her hands stilled when she felt his breath warming her cheek.

When her gaze flicked up to meet his anxious blue eyes, Odo started back, clearing his throat, straightening abruptly and pulling out of her grasp. Impulsive, Kira reached out and caught his hands.

"Odo ..."

"I was raised in a laboratory, Nerys," he said bluntly, his voice suddenly bitter and rough. "I was an experiment--a specimen." He was surprised by his own honesty. Of course she knew this. It was in his file. She was his commanding officer, but he had never spoken of it--and she had never asked. There was a long, awkward pause. She kept hold of his hands. "The fact is--I've never ... trusted ... my body--not even when I was a changeling. I've certainly never trusted it to anyone else. I know about pain, from being Dr. Mora's lab rat--but pleasure ... outside of shapeshifting ... is ... foreign to me. I suppose it even scares me."

He made himself finish the confession. "When I slipped and fell in the shower just now, it wasn't because of anything you did. It was because ... " His throat had gone dry. He wet his lips with the tip of his tongue. "It was because you were giving me pleasure ... but I was remembering ... pain."

He felt her fingers brushing a loose strand of hair away from his temple. "I'm sorry," she said. Her voice was very soft.

"You didn't do anything wrong ..." His hand came up to touch the side of her face and stayed there for a long time.

Her forehead was pressed against his, her breathing quick and raspy like his own, her voice very low ... intimate. "I would never hurt you, Odo. Never."

"I know. I've always known that." Yet still his body trembled.

"You don't have to be afraid ..." she whispered, just before her lips found his again. Her tongue gently teased his mouth open, seeking permission for more intimate touching. Odo drew her closer, his hands at her waist, pulling her against him, letting her ease him onto his back in middle of the soft mattress. Her thighs opened to brace his hips, while her kisses moved over his face, touching his eyelids, his cheeks, his chin, his throat. Surrender... whispered the tiny voice inside him. Fear clutched him and Odo's chest grew painfully tight. He kept his eyes shut as Kira's hands traveled slowly over his body, down his chest to the curves of his belly and hips.

He was back on the edge of the Great Link. Wading into the sentient sea. First one foot, then the other. Slow immersion. Tentative touches ... introductory. The others swirling around his legs and feet. The incremental loosing of form. Surrender ... insisted the voice. His lips opened once more as Kira's mouth sought his. This is taste, he thought, with sudden joy and panic. This is ... hunger. The warm roughness of her tongue scraped against the roof of his mouth. Bittersweet. A tender invasion past his barriers. Part of his mind recoiled at the idea--the wet, salt-sweaty, messy reality. Yet he reached for her with his own tongue, clumsily, eagerly. There was a warm, deep ache within him, a void that he needed to reach past. He opened himself consciously, receiving Kira's touches, returning her kisses, seeking to appease some deep and unspoken need within himself. Their still-damp bodies seemed to cling together, skin against skin.

"The Link," he heard himself murmur, "I need to ..."

" ... to Link," whispered Kira, "I know ... we will ..."

It did not occur to him to ask how, or to wonder that she would know what to give him. His body arched involuntarily beneath hers. His cock was suddenly alive and throbbing, pressed into the warm cleft between her thighs, rubbing against her heat and wetness. Odo moaned as instinct and pleasure spurred his hips to movement. His unsure hands came up to rest on the small of Kira's back, his fingers splaying and then stroking up over the curve of her spine, gripping her thin, wiry shoulders, diving into her with hungry kisses, tasting her eagerly, his hips rolling steadily against hers ... Please ...

Kira heard the sudden soft gasp, felt the spasm in Odo's chest--tasted moisture and salt on his cheek. He was crying. She doubted that he was even aware of it. Silent tears streamed from beneath his closed eyelids. Saying nothing, she let her lips brush the wetness from his smooth face, then reached up to kiss along his damp hairline. She felt his fear, felt it in the taut muscles of his back and shoulders, the frantic searching of his kiss, the way his hands clutched her. Gently she took his wrists and pressed them down into the mattress at his sides. He was strong enough, she knew, to resist this if he'd wished, but instead his body relaxed slightly, as though relieved to give her full control.

"Don't be afraid," she soothed, her voice a low whisper as she went on kissing him, still seeking his mouth but also exploring the softness of his body with inquisitive lips and tongue, gradually moving lower, to his throat, collarbones, and the smooth expanse of his chest. Her tongue found his nipple and stroked over it. Odo gasped. Her hands discovered the velvet smoothness of his prick once more, cradled and stroked it, let her lips and tongue wash over and ravish it until Odo's impassioned groans became helpless whimpers of pleasure. Kira looked down at his angular face to see it transformed by passion into a look of near-anguish that made her heart lurch. She kissed his temple and murmured softly against his ear. "Slow, now ... we'll just go nice and slow, okay? Just enjoy it ... just feel ... don't be afraid ..."

A nod and a gasp was all the affirmation she got. For a moment, Kira had the eerie sensation that Odo had gone someplace deep within himself where she was only half-present--almost as if he was in a trance or deep state of meditation. Her hands and mouth began to move down his body slowly once more, kissing his throat, sucking lightly at his skin. She breathed softly against the side of his neck as she worked, reassuring with soft words--"Shhhh ... it's all right. It's okay ..." She breathed the mantra again and again.

Her fingers moved to match the seductive rhythm of her voice, tracing patterns on Odo's smooth body--rippling over his lean-muscled torso, lingering in slow circles around his aching nipples, going further, caressing his belly, traveling all the way down to the ridges of his pelvic bones. "Tell me what you need ..." breathed Kira, her voice warm and caressing. "Tell me what you want, sweetheart ..."

Speech was like another country, as meaningless as it was in the Link. Could she not feel the desperate need seeping through his skin? *Link with me or I'll die ...* His mouth was dry but for her kisses. He thirsted for her. He was drowning in unfamiliar, terrifying sensation. "I don't ... know," he managed to rasp, and then let his body simply arch up to meet hers. An offering. Surrender. "Help ... me ..."

He heard himself moaning as Kira moved with him, urgently, spurring him on with her rhythm. He was melting. The white walls of the lab blinded him. He was helpless on a table, being pierced and invaded. Her voice was distant--and yet her forehead was still pressed to his, her breath hot and real against his temple. The harsh, hot lights in the lab ... the cold eyes of the Cardassian officers ... the Founders ... drowning ... burning ... his corroded body shuddering against the wall ... no no no ...

He was being tossed in the sea of the Link, buffeted and thrown about like a rag doll. Kira's lips were pressed against his throat, her tongue wet on his skin. Reaching up through the sea of unwanted memories to touch her, he only just managed to gasp her name as Kira took him inside herself, as he slid easily into the wet heat between her thighs. He was a swimmer gasping for air as she moved against him, rocking her hips slowly, almost coaxingly. Odo gave in, sighing at the bolts of sensation that rippled through his frail, hated, loathed humanoid body. He thrust, feeling the power in his own hips. Kira groaned as he did, her body contracting around him. He moved in her, against her, the rhythm of his hips suddenly purposeful. Kira's breath was ragged. "Yes," she urged him. "That's it. That's it, sweetheart. Keep going ..." She trembled above him and went taut as he thrust again. "Prophets, yes ..."

She kept his rhythm as he moved, effortless now, feeling the tide rising within him, swelling, expanding. Kira moaned sharply as his hips rocked forward. There was a blur of sensation and merging together--the frantic movement of his hips, Kira's cries of pleasure escalating into harocat-like shrieks and soft cries of encouragement, and then he was holding her as tightly as he could. He was a Tarkelian hawk, spreading his wings, gliding over mountains, hearing his lover's cries of pleasure ...

-- and then he was falling, crippled, helpless, unable to move, crashing, washing up on the shore of the Great Link in a body that was not his. He cried out as he had then--drowning. Kira groaned as the pleasure that had been building within her suddenly exploded like hot lava between her thighs. "No ..." Odo groaned "no no no nononoooooo ...!" The words blurred into a deep, anguished cry, almost of pain, as he spilled himself inside her. A surge of pleasure made him shudder from head to foot as he thrust within her again. A welter of images ... fear, pain ... his hips jerked helplessly and his body spilled and spilled and spilled itself endlessly. His strength evaporated and he could only cling to her as the orgasm swept through his body and died away, leaving him trembling, gasping.

"Please don't," he whispered, a desperate, frantic mantra. "Please don't ... please ..."

"Odo?" His breath was coming sharp and fast now. Body quivering with fear and the overload of pleasure. Lying naked in the blinding sunlight, trembling all over with alien pulses and sensations. Helpless. Abandoned. Alone.

"Odo?" Her arms around him. Her body pulled tight against his. A gentle kick. The child inside her belly.

"Odo ... It's all right ... It's all right." Her hands on either side of his face, brushing across his forehead. "It's okay."

She lowered her head to kiss him, astonished by the ease of it, the rightness, the total connection to him that she felt in that instant. It was not only their bodies that had been joined.

He opened his eyes at last to see the tender, worried look on her face. She studied him in silence, her hands gently tracing along the smooth contours of his face. Odo felt Kira's hands on his trembling body. "It's all right," she whispered, caressing his naked limbs, rubbing the warmth back into him. Her lips moved over his chest and throat. Her words in Bajoran he only vaguely heard, but they were comforting all the same.

"Are you okay?" she whispered at last.

He seemed to hear Mora's voice for an instant: Odo'ital, what have you done? The Link and his transformation flashed before him, but were less "real" than they had been. The greater reality was the tangible one of Kira's body in contact with his. Odo shut his eyes. "I will be."

There was her voice--a whisper of warmth against his skin. "How was it? ... Good?"  

"Yes," he murmured. "... wonderful ..."

"Good." He was aware that Kira was still making love to him, talking to him softly, enclosing him in warmth. Her hands wandered slowly over his trembling limbs, gentling him, soothing. There was something almost unbearably intimate about it. He realized that not only could he feel her sweat and other body fluids mingling with his own, he could smell her, taste her as she kissed him, making him relax and surrender once more to her touch. But this time the pace was slower. He was sated, no longer hungry--but enjoying her touches in a way that was almost leisurely and, to his complete surprise--utterly safe.

Odo sighed, a small noise of contentment, of disbelief.

"How you doing, sweetheart? You okay?" Kira's voice was still anxious.

He managed a slow nod. "I just ... can't believe that ..."


"That it was so ... simple ... that we actually ..."

She laughed softly, "... that we actually did it?" She nuzzled the side of his face, whispering conspiratorially. "Don't you worry ... I've got lots more to show you."

There was silence for a moment as she went on touching him, endlessly touching him. She had no fear of his body at all. Remarkable. "Was it ...?" he began.

"It was perfect," she whispered. "You're perfect." Her hands moved in circles over his belly, and then slid up over his ribcage. "I want you to enjoy this body ... every centimeter of it ... I don't want you to ever be afraid of it--or me."

"Thank you," he breathed softly. He closed his eyes. "I love you." The words came out as an expelled breath.

"I know," she said, not the least surprised by her own words, only with the calm and effortless way they spoke themselves using her voice. "I love you too."

Taking his hand, Kira guided Odo's fingers over her body as they lay side by side, pressing them against her still swollen nipples. Warm fluid seeped from her body, running over his hands. Kira shivered with pleasure, urged Odo's mouth against her breast, sighed as she felt him suck. Her body curled around him in the vastness of the bed, and she let her hands roam, gently and slowly, over him once more. She felt satiated herself, and more at peace than she had been for some time. The child inside her womb was still for the moment. She cradled Odo as he held her, in the shelter of the bed they had just shared.

She felt him drift off in her arms, his breathing deep and peaceful, and a quiet joy settled over her as she knew the deep tranquility of his body--and her own.

Together, they dreamed of flying.

~the end~

Author's Notes: "Flying and Falling" was originally posted to the Rene Auberjonois Adult Fanfic List in 2001, and appeared in the fanzine Love and Justice VI later that year. It appeared on ASCEM in March of 2002.