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There are two endings, depending on your sense of adventure and the stretchiness of your sense of credibility. Disclaimer: Star Trek, Star Trek Deep Space Nine and the characters in this story are the property of Paramount. ======================================= 'Nerise, if I could do anything, be anyone else that would make me more attractive to you I would. I want, no, need to take our friendship further. Can you understand a need like that? Forgive me, of course. How could I presume. Damn! This just isn't working!...' Odo turned snarling from the mirror. What a stupid idea this was. Foolishly practising pickup lines in the bathroom mirror like some spotty faced youth. Far better to leave things alone, on a business level. I'm the constable, and she's the officer. I'm a changeling and she's a solid. I'm a man and she's a woman...no, back up. Thinking like that is too dangerous. Odo glanced back at the mirror to check his face. Still can't get that bloody nose right. He ran a hand over his slicked back hair and adjusted his belt. Ready for duty. Good. There'd always be duty. Duty would always need to be served. ************* Kira slumped back in Odo's visitor's chair, her ankles crossed, propped up on the constable's console. She chewed absently at a ragged fingernail edge, then rubbed a fingertip over an impending pimple that threatened to erupt on her chin. Her hair was slightly dishevelled from an early workout with Dax and Worf, and a faint trace of sweaty Bajoran still lingered. Odo pulled his attention away from these absorbing details and tried to concentrate on the daily report. Kira brusquely dealt with the agenda, keeping her eyes fixed on her padd oblivious to the starry looks from the other side of the desk. '...and check that freighter on pylon three for contraband. I've heard rumours.' 'Major, there are always rumours. I'll get on to it after lunch.' 'Fine. Next. Captain Sisko wants you to organise a security detail for some Bajoran bureaucrats visiting next week. Use local guys; these fatcats still get a little twitchy around Starfleet.' Kira uncrossed her legs and ran a hand down her thigh, easing the stretched limb. She dug a thumb in and gave the long muscle a good hard rub. '...oooh that's better. Damn Jadzia and her Klingon workouts.' Odo's eyes tracked the progress of Kira's calloused thumb as it travelled up and down, up and down, stroking the pliant flesh. He cherished the soft noises of her deepening breaths as she relaxed and the swishing noise of her hand against her uniform. He noticed her thumbnail, bitten to the quick, and unconsciously continued his count of the strokes.. fifteen, sixteen, seventeen.. He rehearsed the speeches in his head. Here, Major. Let me do that for you. Allow me, Major. Just relax now. Does this feel better? I'm not pushing too hard? You're very tense. May I? '...Odo. Odo! Are you listening?' 'What? Sorry Major, you were saying?' 'I was *saying* would you like to join me for a beer tonight at Quarks? Dax has been on my back again about getting out and relaxing, and rather than suffer through another of her holosuite fantasies..' Kira gave a shudder. 'I hated those pointy hats.' I'm an excuse. I'm a 'last resort'. I'm a convenience. Odo shrugged internally. OK. I can live with that. 'I'd love to Major. Anything to help.' 'Right. Fine. Whatever.' Kira kicked her legs down from the console and stood. She pressed a hand to the small of her back and pushed, resulting in a loud cracking sound and an even louder groan. Odo drank in the sight of Kira, head tipped back exposing a smooth length of pale neck, lips parted as she groaned, shoulders back, her chest pushed out, the curve of a breast outlined under the uniform, flat stomach and tight firmly clenched bum and those beautiful legs, beautiful... '...so about 2000hrs. OK?' '...ahem. I'll be there.' Odo whipped his gaze from the Major's legs and tried to put together a smile. Those anatomy books helped a little, but forming such tiny muscles was a real chore. His mouth twitched a little. Damn, damn, damn! Can't even manage a smile. How the hell am I going to manage something as complicated as...well..kissing! For a start. ************ Odo glanced anxiously round Quarks. He hated sitting here as a customer. He 'legitimised' the place by his presence. He knew something illegal was happening, and was certain that Quark was laughing at him for not discovering it. He felt like standing up and announcing to the whole bar 'I didn't choose to be here. It's not my fault. I'm actually on duty, see?' but that would draw too much attention. He stared glumly at the stained table top, and worried. She's late. She got a better offer. She got called back on duty. She's washing her hair, still getting dressed, rushing to meet him... Odo glanced towards the door. No. Just Garak and Julian. A hand slapped on his shoulder. 'Hi. Sorry I'm late. Been busy.' 'Major. May I get you a drink?' Odo felt the pressure in his chest vanish, to be replaced by the usual dry ache he always felt in Kira's presence. His shoulder tingled from her touch. It surely would have stung her hand. He could form the shape of a human but the pliant, firmness of flesh was very difficult to do. Unless he had sufficient warning his shape had all the softness of a starships hull. It helped in a fight, but for more intimate moments... Kira sat down and nodded. As Odo left to get the drinks, she rubbed her hand surreptitiously under the table. Crikey, but that guy was hard. She was not normally a 'touchy' kind of person like Dax. She liked her own space and shied away from personal contact. Usually. But maybe Dax was right. An occasional touch was just a simple way of acknowledging a friends closeness. And Odo was a friend. He didn't have that many. She owed him a touch. Odo returned with the drinks. A large bottle of Romulan ale and a small glass of coloured water. Quark insisted that he should drink something '..just to be sociable. Can't let the lady drink alone.' and then charged him for water. Water! Damned thief. Kira thanked Odo and sucked eagerly at the slim bottle. Odo noted the way her lips formed round the bottles neck and her cheeks moved as she swallowed. 'So. Odo. What's new?' Odo's brain froze. Conversation! He hadn't thought! Suddenly the whole evening stretched out before him like an endless desert with no sign of life. What can I say? How could I have anything of interest to say? She knows what happened, we have the daily reports. I have no interests, no hobbies, we have nothing in common. Odo plumbed new depths in his inadequacy well. Think! Think! Panic set in. 'Um, nothing much. You?' Damn! Damn! Damn! You stupid fool! Kira chewed her lip. Ooops. She hadn't thought. 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At least it would change the subject. 'Beer's good. How's the, um...' '..Water.' 'Water?' 'Wet.' 'Oh. Good.' Silence descended on the table like a Klingon foot on an escaping Gahk. It was an embarrassing silence, an empty silence, a silence that would steal the sound from a loud noisy thing and leave it stunned and puzzled in the corner. Odo had a thought. 'So, how're the workouts going?' Kira pounced on his words like a Ferengi after loose change. 'Great! Really tough, but challenging. My bat'leth technique is improving but Worf can still throw me around the room. And Dax shows no mercy, believe me.' Kira put her head on one side and played with her half empty bottle. 'But I'm starting to feel like I'm intruding lately. There's something going on between those two. It's a shame. I really enjoyed those workouts.' She glanced at Odo. 'Do you think maybe..' 'Yes?' 'Nah, don't worry. You don't need to keep in shape do you. Oops, sorry. Dumb joke. No offence.' Bloody hell. couldn't she say anything right. What was going on here? 'None taken. What were you saying?' Please ask me, please ask me, please... 'Nothing. I said don't worry about it.' Damn, I *have* offended him. I gotta get out of here. Kira finished her drink, noisily sucking the last drops, and licking her lips. 'Look, I'm sorry Odo. I just remembered I've got a busy day tomorrow. Thanks for the drink. Can we call it a night?' Odo rose and held Kira's chair for her. She hates me. How can I be so inept? If she was a criminal I'd at least know how to deal with her. Odo tried one last time. Nothing if not persistent. 'As you wish, Major. May I walk you to your quarters?' 'Sure.' The walk back along deserted passageways seemed to take forever. Odo was sure that Kira could see the sizzling crackle of lust that sparked and jumped between his arm and her shoulder. Then they were at her door. 'Well thanks again, Odo. See you tomorrow.' Last chance. 'Kira, wait!' She turned her head towards him, chin tilted back, eyebrows raised, lips parted. He hesitated, cursing himself, then...* '..nothing. Goodnight Major.' Her door swooshed shut. Odo stood there a long time. Then he went home to the cold comfort of his bucket. ************** ************** * Here is the alternate ending. Starts from the * . Suspend belief, you are entering an angst free zone. ;) ************* 'Major, you're under arrest.' 'What?!?!?' Odo roughly pushed the startled Kira through her open door and followed her into her quarters. Enough was enough. Was he a man or a pile of silver, quivering jelly? Worf doesn't behave like that with Jadzia. Sisko doesn't behave like that with Casey. And he was certain Julian doesn't behave like that with Garak. If something isn't working then try anything else. 'Up against the wall, and spread 'em.' 'Odo have you gone completely mad?' 'Shut up, woman. Speak when you're spoken to.' Odo thrust Kira against the bulkhead and palmed the door closed. He grabbed the back of her head and pressed it hard against the wall and reached down to frisk her thoroughly. She felt great. He frisked her again. Kira felt the cold hard wall against her cheek, and knew it would bruise. What the hell was going on? Odo seemed to be taking a hell of a long time frisking her, twice! Then it dawned on her. He's feeling me up! The man's gone the grope! Crikey, this must be the only way he can rationalise copping a feel. Kira couldn't help but smile. He's finally cracked. Ok, constable, if that's the way you want to play it... 'But officer, it wasn't me!' 'Shut up, I said. Now turn around. Strip search.' Odo's eyes gleamed. *This* was better. No more tiptoeing around people's feelings, just some good hard control and submission. He liked being in charge. 'Hurry it up, Major. I haven't got all night.' Kira took one look at the determined face of her friend and knew that he meant business. This was going to be fun after all. She never was much good at idle conversation. She began to peel her shirt off over her head, the white under-shirt soon followed. The cooler air of her quarters hit her nipples and they popped up obediently. Kira slid her hands into the waistband of her pants and pushed them down over her rounded hips and bottom, down her thighs and around her ankles. She slipped off her boots and kicked pants and shoes into a corner. Kira turned back to Odo and ran one hand over her hair and perched the other on a bare hip. 'Ready.' Odo stared hungrily at Kira's naked body, then looked up at her face. She caught his eye. And winked. Hot Damn! She knew! And she didn't mind! Permission granted, constable, now do your duty. 'Turn around. Arms out. Spread your legs. Don't move.' Kira assumed the postion, but couldn't help gasping as she felt a heavy weight on her head, brushing gently but thoroughly through her hair, and around her ears. There seemed to be a hell of a lot of fingers involved. The fingers moved lower. She felt her neck stroked and caressed, then her shoulders. She looked down and saw silvery tendrils curl around her front, up her chin, over her breasts, lingering and sliding, holding and squeezing. A faint groan came from behind. The fingers moved lower. What felt like twenty fingers ran down her spine in a rippling motion that made her arch her back, cat like. The stroking continued over her hips and bottom with a slow, kneading, action. Kira jumped as she felt a probing down the crack of her butt cheeks that continued between her legs. Ooo, this was getting interesting. The slender tendils paused and explored for a minute, as Kira's breathing became progressively heavier. She could feel herself growing moist at the attentions of her arresting officer. A ragged voice came from behind her. 'Bend over. Hands on knees. Cavity search.' Ooo shit! Head down, bum up, Kira suppressed a giggle. Odo moved closer and merged his hands into a tight band around Kira's waist. Now, to get the details right. His careful exploration of Kira's girly bits would come in useful. Concentrating on form and function Odo glanced down at the appendage that was slowly forming against Kira's smooth white butt. It looked OK, but how would it feel? How to use it? Would Kira like it? Let's find out. Odo set his jaw, pulled back and thrust. And thrust. And thrust.. Kira caught her breath, then sighed. This was great. Whatever Odo had shaped was feeling quite excellent. She tried to relax and let Odo's strength carry her, but she was finding it hard to be this passive. Kira bent her knees slightly and pushed back, rocking in the balls of her toes. Ahhhh! That's better. Odo felt the small movement against him. Well. I guessed right. He quickened the pace until Kira began gasping, and giving small happy grunts of pleasure. He could feel Kira's muscles contracting around him and knew she wasn't far off from that thing that solids did. With a cry, her fingers digging deep into the flesh around her knees, and her back arching Kira climaxed. Odo released his hold around Kira's waist and lowered her gently to the floor. He knealt down and brushed a wisp of hair out of her face. Her eyes opened. She smiled weakly. 'Find anything, constable?' 'Oh yes, Major. But I'll be dropping all charges. You're free to go.' 'In that case, you're free to stay.' 'Major, I thought you'd never ask.' *************** ***************