Covertly Kira watched the radar screen on the central Ops table, the blips
of the Jem'hadar and Cardassian ship slowly moving towards the front line,
up the top and off screen.
Frustrated, she switched it off, wishing she was out there helping bring Dax
and the Federation back to the station, instead of stuck in Ops acting as
the Dominion's Bajoran puppet.
While Dax's last communication had not sounded promising, she also conveyed
that the Federation had not given up on taking back the station.
Kira looked up over her shoulder to Dax's science station, currently manned
by one of the Cardassian's she hadn't bothered to learn the name of.
Behind her she heard Damar start up a conversation with one of the Jem'hadar
soldiers.
"I don't know if your men have the same needs and desires as Cardassians,
but if you're looking for a bit of action here, you're not in for much luck
with the Bajoran's. The women..." He paused, leaning closer for a loud
whisper. "Very tight, too tight sometimes. If you want some action, I'd
recommend some of the more well travelled women, even better are those who
have had Cardassian children."
Kira knew Damar was saying this to torment her and try her patience, but
he'd made one comment too many.
She approached him, his arrogant sneer watching her. "That is more than
enough Damar!" She slammed the table in front of him, getting his attention.
He looked at her, feigning innocence.
"You're comments are offensive."
"Which comments would they be? I can't think of anything that I've said to
offend you."
"About Bajoran women?"
"Oh, you mean what I was saying to my Jem'hadar friend? You think I was
commenting about you? I hate to disappoint you Major, but I don't think of
you that way, despite your experience with Cardassian men."
The insinuation riled Kira, forgetting where she was, she swung at him,
punching him from the side to get under his armour. As he doubled over from
the shock and pain, she quickly rammed the palm of her hand into his
forehead, rupturing blood vessels protected by his ridges.
Quickly Jem'Hadar soldiers leapt to his aid, restraining her as Dukat and
Weyoun descended down to the Operations level.
Dukat dismissed the Jem'Hadar. "Let her go." He looked over Damar, doubled
over and bleeding profusely. "You deserved that one Damar. You should know
better than to antagonise the major."
"Sir!" He spluttered, spraying blood over the floor.
Dukat turned to Kira, looking at her in a patronising way. "Major, I'm
sure..."
"You are just as bad as he is. You view us all as potential mistresses. Well
I'm sorry Dukat, but the Bajoran people aren't for sale this time, not for
food, alcohol or money." She stormed out of Ops, pushing past an injured
Damar as he tried to make it to the Infirmary.
*****
No more calmer, but in need of any type of company, she made it to Quarks,
sitting down at the far end of the bar and banging on the counter for
Quark's attention.
"I want something strong, Bajoran, and preferably with real alcohol." She
demanded, Quark knowing exactly what she meant as he went for a bottle
hidden in a locked cupboard under the counter. "And I'm not paying for this
one, since you tipped my last drink back in the bottle."
He laughed nervously, realising he had been caught out. "Well you didn't
touch your drink last time. Why waste it." He pushed the drink to her,
musing over what seemed wrong. "You're here a little early today Major."
"Somehow I don't think they want me in Ops right now." She looked at the
glass, running her finger around the rim of it. "I had enough of Damar. His
insinuations over my past. He finally got part of what he deserved. Wish I
could have made it so he never got up again."
"You shot him?"
Kira flexed her hand, still buzzing from the impact. "I hit him. Broke the
norvus vessel in his forehead." She lent forward to him. "You know, that can
kill a Cardassian if they don't get it seen to by a doctor. They'll bleed to
death. Only takes fifteen minutes."
Quark nervously shuffled backwards. "Always knew you were deadly with your
hands Major."
"I thought that living with the Federation would have dulled my skills but I
guess it's something that comes back when you need it."
"I knew there was a reason I liked the Federation around."
"Well it might be a while before we see them." She lent close to Quark,
motioning him to move closer too. "Latest news I got from Zia was that
things aren't going as well as planned. The Jem'Hadar are too numerous,
despite mining the wormhole." She thumped the counter in frustration. "I
just wish there was something I could do."
"I bet you miss Dax too." He fingered his lobes as he looked through a box
of holoprograms. "You know, I may have something that could ease the
loneliness." He handed her a yellow rod. "Use it whenever you want." He
winked at her, making her feel suspicious.
"Quark, I don't need one of your holowhores."
"I resent the insinuation, and so will you when you see who it is."
"Dax? You've got a holo image of Dax in your sick little story?" Kira glared
at him, making him nervously back away.
"It's the only copy, never been used. Keep it as long as you want. Um... I
think I hear Rom getting into trouble with a customer's change again." He
ran off quickly, leaving her with her own thoughts.
She furiously looked at the stick, wondering what sick things he had the
holoimage of Dax doing. She imagined that this version of Dax was unusually
willing to strip for no reason, and she fondly remembered how comfortable
Dax was about her naked body, although she wasn't an exhibitionist or
nudist.
She thought back to the holoprogram of her that Quark had written for the
merchant Tiron. She remembered the disgust she felt seeing the holoimage of
her proposition her, offering to strip her, kneel down in front of her and
give her oral sex. She chuckled to herself, realising that Dax probably
would offer that anyway, holoimage or not. Although Quark shouldn't have
known that.
She smiled at the memory of Dax laying her down on the bed and taking her in
her mouth. She tried to shake the thought, bringing herself back to now. She
was meant to be furious at Quark for abusing her trust in such a degrading
way.
Dax wouldn't see it as harmful though. Whenever she got angry at such
things, usually Quark, Dax would stop her ranting with a soft kiss on the
lips, moving to stand behind her and massage her tension away. "It's okay
honey." She'd whisper in her ear, her breath bristling against the hair over
her ear. "It's just Quark. He's really harmless, just a little profit and
lust driven. Don't let it get to you."
She closed her eye, squeezing them tight to stop the lonely tears.
She looked down at the drink in front of her, contemplating drinking it.
"Do you really need that drink tonight? You promised me you wouldn't let
yourself get out of control." Dax whispered in her ear.
"I know." she whispered, slowly pushing her drink away. She lent over the
counter, grabbing the sturdiest bottle and used the base to smash the data
rod, before leaving to go back to her quarters.
*****
The Defiant rolled, inertial dampeners offline, causing everyone to grab
hold of anything bolted down or risk being thrown across the deck.
"Report!" Dax shouted through the alarms ringing, fighting off space
sickness nausea as she clung to the command chair.
"Inertial dampeners are offline, shields at forty percent, photon torpedos
offline but phasers charged and ready, warp and impulse still operational."
"Sir!" Nog shouted. "Jem'Hadar attack vessel approaching off the starboard
side. They're preparing to fire."
"Con, bring us around slowly. Take them out when we're in range."
The ship righted itself, swinging hard to port. The ship jolting with each
phaser blast, the Jem'Hadar ship wavering then exploding in a ball of fire.
The immediate danger gone, Dax assessed their situation. "Without inertial
dampeners we're no use to the others. Con, pull us back to a safe distance.
Slowly, I don't want this crew to end up splattered across the ship." The
ship moved again, Dax concentrating on keeping her lunch down as the nausea
got worse with the movement. "Dax to O'Brien, how long before we can have
inertial dampeners back online? I want to try to rejoin this battle if we
can."
"Sorry Commander. I can give you seventy percent in half an hour, but it's
only through jury-rigging the system. I can give us enough to get back to
Starbase 375 but we will need to replace the whole system when we get there.
And it will be a bumpy ride."
Dax cursed in Bajoran, words she'd overheard Kira use. "Whatever you can do
Chief." She closed the call. "Keep on a course back to the star base. Stop
when we're out of danger and hold position. We may be needed to transport
those whose ship's aren't lucky enough." Dax sighed, slumping back in the
chair. "I'm sorry Nerys, I'm not going to be home today." She murmured to
the view screen.
Bashir turned to look at her. "Commander, are you okay?"
She looked at him, trying to focus. "Why do you ask?"
He came and stood next to her checking her eyes. "You're looking a little
green. The inertial dampeners being offline causing you to suffer space
sickness?"
"The Dax symbiont has never been good with space movement or without
artificial gravity. Normally I can manage it."
"A little bit stronger than you're use to?"
Dax tried to nod, but the simple movement made her giddy.
"Okay, I'm relieving you of duty until the Chief gets the inertial dampeners
back up and running." He held her arm, helping her to stand. "Can't have the
ships Commander being over come by space sickness on the bridge."
The effort of getting up made her too ill to argue. "Ensign Nog, call me
when the Chief gets the dampeners back up. Ensign Chulie, wait for further
orders from command."
"Aye sir." both chorused as Bashir led her off the bridge.
She clung to him as he guided her back, afraid to lose her balance. "I'm
sorry about this Julian. Normally I can manage the jolts and bumped, but
this continual sense of moving..." She paled at the thought. "Even the
station can make me feel ill some days."
"What helps you best? Tea? Meditation?"
Dax blushed. "Nerys. She'll lie down on the bed with me and put her hand
over the symbiont. I don't know what she does, where that particular point
is, but she'll run her hand down the symbiont and suddenly everything starts
feeling better."
"Like tickling yourself. You can't do it to yourself."
"Must be." Dax smiled, thinking to herself. "Nerys has such lovely hands.
She's embarrassed by them because they are calloused and scared, but she
gives such sensuous massages. You don't notice the small things after that."
"I'm sure she does." They stopped at her quarters. "I won't rub your belly,
but I will make sure you lie down and rest."
Dax sat down on the bed, kicking her shoes across the room and laying down.
"There's nothing that could stop me from doing that." She closed her eyes,
Bashir ordering a cold compress for her forehead. "I just wish I could get
back up to the bridge, help with repairs. I knew this attack wouldn't be the
one to get us back to DS9, but I was hoping we'd drive them back a little
further than we did today. Nerys told me in her last letter that some
Bajoran's are beginning to give up hope, that Dukat is getting too
comfortable and settled on the station."
"Don't let her think we've given up completely."
"I haven't. I know that some day soon I'll get to hold her again, that we'll
be back together in our bed on that station. We have to get back Julian.
I've already bought the betrothal bracelet." Slowly she rolled over and
pulled out a small box from the bedside table drawer. "When we get back to
the station I'm asking Nerys to marry me."
Bashir looked at the bracelet, admiring the work. "I'm sure you'll be very
happy."
"I know we will be." Dax lay back and smiled to herself, fingering the
bracelet.
"I'm sure it's been quite a strain on you, being apart from her."
"It's part of the Starfleet life, I knew that I may not always be stationed
with the person I love, and Nerys and I have spent weeks apart when we've
been on missions..."
"But never months?"
"No. I'm getting use to the loneliness, the letters we've managed to smuggle
over the front have stopped me worrying so much, but the thing that's
getting to me the worst is the lack of sex."
Bashir chuckled. "Disastrous I'm sure."
"I'm serious Julian. I haven't had a good orgasm in ages. It's put my whole
body out of sync."
"Maybe you just need to practise a bit of self love." He smiled, patting her
on the shoulder as he got up to leave. "Although I suggest you rest for a
while first."
"I plan to be back on the bridge once the ship stops spinning." She closed
her eyes, putting her hand over the symbiont in hopes that it would do
something to calm the nausea.
*****
Back in her quarters, Kira felt so small and alone in the large family
quarters. Although she wouldn't be sharing them with Dax again until Dukat
and the Dominion were gone, she wasn't going to give them up yet.
She took a hot mug of Pirellian ginger tea and a box of Trillian chocolates
with her into the bedroom, wrapping herself in the comforter that lay across
the bed.
Dax's picture sat watching her from the bedside table, smiling at her with
the look that made her heart melt.
Cradling the mug, she slowly rubbed the inside of her thigh
"Oh Zia, why did the Federation have to abandon me? Just as things started
going so well for us."
Rubbing her thigh restirred feeling that begun at the thought of Quark's
holoprogram. It had been months since the federation had left, and she was
beginning to find that even the thought of Dax was driving her body crazy.
Still holding the tea she undid her trousers, sliding her hand into her
underpants. It wasn't the same as what Dax could do, but at the moment she
didn't care.
Her pubic hair, matted down after being restrained in underwear all day,
sprung back under her fingers, leading the way to her clit. The mere touch
sent shivers through her, causing her to spill her tea down her top.
She jumped, cursing as she put what was left of the drink on the bedside
table, and quickly removing her top. She removed her trousers too, realising
that they'd be coming off soon anyway.
Lying back on the bed, she pulled the comforter over herself in paranoid
modesty. While common sense said no one would see her, with the
Shapeshifters and Cardassians with spying devices about she wasn't sure.
Looking at Dax's picture she started playing with her clit again, realising
how much she had been neglecting herself in past weeks.
The comforter still smelt of Dax's perfume, the thick material reminiscent
of arms wrapped around her in embrace, transporting her from the large,
lonely bed where she played with herself, to their bed, wrapped in Dax's
arms as they made love. Dax holding her in her arms, breathing softly in her
ear and nibbling along her neck, and caressing her until she cried out her
lovers name and wept from the pleasure that consumed her.
Rolling over, she pulled Dax's Risan vibrator from the drawer, frantically
trying to set it. She moaned quietly as the vibrator slowly moved and
expanded to fill her, slowly picking up speed with the vibrations. Closing
her eyes she remembered the many ways Dax would use it on her, sitting in
the window alcove, licking Dax while she was curled over her in a 69, and
her favourite sprawled out across the bed and giving in to whatever Dax
wanted to do. Already aroused, her climax began to grow in intensity,
shaking her to the core as waves kept hitting, her body spasming.
Suddenly she felt guilty for using the toy, aware that Dax would probably be
out on the Defiant, risking her life to get back to the station. She pushed
back thoughts that Dax may have been severely injured or even killed while
Kira lay on the bed. She threw the toy across the room, wanting to distance
herself from it as much as possible. She wrapped the comforter around her
tighter, holding Dax's picture to her chest and crying from the loneliness.
*****
Dax was thankful that Bashir hadn't asked her to elaborate on Kira's space
sickness cure. While Kira's hand over the symbiont did stop the nausea and
her head from spinning, it was the orgasm she had afterwards that made her
feel in sync with her body again. She was sure that it was O'Brien's repairs
and not her hand over her stomach that suddenly caused the sense of motion
to ease, and she was glad of the relief.
She pulled out the small photo of Kira that she kept in the box for the
betrothal bracelets, her eyes saying so much more than her face did. It
wrenched her heart to think of Kira sitting at the central Ops table
surrounded by her own nightmare, Cardassians with power, plus the stony
faced Jem'Hadar.
She knew that Kira would act strong, no matter how much it made her tremble.
It had taken her so long to even get Kira to admit to her the feelings and
fears she had.
She tried not think about it, instead concentrating on how they would
celebrate when the Federation returned to the station.
Dax had worked it out, step by step. After all the official celebrating was
done, and they were sure that the Dominion was gone, they would give Sisko
some excuse about damaged systems giving anomalous readings or a possible
security breach in an abandoned part of the station that required both of
their attention. When they get there Kira would lock them in a storage room,
desperately kissing her up against the wall. After much fumbling and
fiddling of their cumbersome uniforms, Kira would work her hand into her
underwear, pinning her to the wall while giving her several small orgasms.
Dax moaned softly as she came, her own hand, not Kira's, in her undies.
She cursed for having left her Risian vibrator on Deep Space Nine, or even
her smaller pocket toy back on Starbase 375.
Frustration built as her climax seemed out of reach, the more she tried the
harder it seemed to be to get it. Pinching her own nipple through the thick
uniform material sent electric shocks through her body, creating a current
between her nipple and clit. Desperately she ground into her fingers on her
clit, fire consuming her and causing her to cry out a lot louder than she
wanted to.
She closed her eyes, basking in the pleasure and letting it envelope her,
then slowly ebb away.
Slowly she opened her eyes, feeling guilty for being able to give herself
such pleasure while Kira suffered on the station, and the rest of the
Defiant was trying to repair the ship in order to get back to the star base.
Quickly she tidied herself, pulling her hair back and straightening her
uniform. She looked at the photo and betrothal bracelet, putting them away
in their box to keep safe, then returning back to the bridge to oversee the
repairs.
******
My speckled friend,
My fiery objector,
My demons continue to torment me, and I do what I can to discourage them,
and cause them to fight amongst each other. You are in my thoughts and even
though you are not with me, I hear your voice in my ears. Without you here,
my temper has days where I am tested to the limit, and I lose control. But
you are there again to calm me, to make me see reason. When I see you again,
I'm sure it will seem like this time has never passed, but until then it
will be an eternity.
Your fiery objector
Just because some plans don't eventuate, doesn't mean that you have been
forgotten. You are in my thoughts and even though you are not with me, I
hear your voice in my ears. Despite your absence, the memory of your calming
hands eases my space sickness.
We will prevail, and on that day I will hold you in my arms.
Your speckled friend.