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.
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."
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
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
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
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
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 ..."
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,
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
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
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
"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,
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
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
"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.
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
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?"
"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
"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.
"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,
"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
"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
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
-- 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
"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?
"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.
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.