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No
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By Robin Lawrie
robinl@s054.aone.net.au
Nov, 1997
DS9, O/K, [R], language, UST

Summary: Will Kira get her man?

Disclaimer:  Star Trek, Star Trek Deep Space Nine and the 
characters in this story are the property of Paramount.
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Odo signed off the last report and rested his hands on the 
console. Done. Finished. All squared away. Neat. All ready for 
the next villain to disrupt his ordered life. In the dim confines 
of his office, Odo could have smiled. But then the door 
opened.

'Hi Odo. What's up?'

'Major.' Odo turned an expressionless face to his Bajoran 
friend. What did she want? Back again to torment me, with her 
swinging hips, pushing her beautiful breasts at me, forcing me 
to stare and want like some angst ridden teenager? Well fuck 
that! Enough! Whatever she wanted the answer was no.

'All finished for the day, eh. How about joining me for a quiet 
drink in Quarks. My shout.' Kira leaned over the console, and 
used a 100 megawatt grin. Odo's resolved weakened.

'Mmmm, no. I don't think so.'

Kira froze, halfway to the door, so sure that Odo was already 
following. 'What?'

'No, Major. I'm not having a drink with you.' A weird feeling ran 
through Odo. He'd said 'no' to the Major. Twice! It felt great.

Kira frowned. Odo didn't look busy. He had no where else to 
go. What the hell else was he going to do? It's not like he was 
going to get a better offer. Maybe he just didn't want a drink.

'Ok, then. What about a quick game of hoverball. I'll spot you 
two points.' That should get him. He always liked to watch her 
jumping around. She might be slow to pick up the more subtle 
hints, but Kira could always tell when a man was watching her 
tits bounce around.

'No.' Odo felt a rush as if a plug had been pulled inside him 
and all the stress and pressure of pining after the Major was 
swirling away in a burst of steam. It felt fucking great.

Momentary concern for her friend's health crossed Kira's 
mind.

'Odo, are you feeling OK?'

'Fine, thank you Major. Never better.' It was true.

'Oh. So how about the hoverball, then.' Kira demanded.

'No.'

'Fuck! Are you mad with me or something. Have I said 
something stupid without realising it again and offended your 
sensitive shapeshifting ego?'

'No.'

'Then what's the matter?' Kira stood over his desk, arms 
braced against the console, chest heaving, and eyes throwing 
daggers.

'Nothing.' Odo was enjoying himself. He felt as if it were 
another person saying 'no' to Kira. It was not to tease or 
torment. It was a denial that freed him from the years of 
unresolved sexual tension that had barricaded his heart. It had  
kept him from growing emotionally, learning how other people 
met, dated, fell in love, got physical, enjoyed each others 
company and bodies. Parts of a relationship that would never 
happen between Kira and clumsy shapeshifter. With every 
repetition of his denial he felt stronger and stronger.

Kira was mystified. And annoyed. This wasn't in the script. 
This was a knock back, from Odo of all people. Well maybe it 
was time to up the ante. Kira wiped the angry scowl from her 
face, lowered her eyelids, and licked her lips. She leaned 
closer across the desk, rubbing her breasts against the 
console that Odo had only recently been using, and 
whispered, 'Well maybe you could join me in my quarters. We 
could be a little more...' she slowly glanced down at Odo's lap, 
then up to meet his eyes...'private.'

Odo paused as if considering her offer. A day ago, hell even 
an hour ago, he would have jumped at this golden opportunity. 
Here was the Major, wet and wanting him, *begging* him to go 
to her quarters. But the constable was on a roll. 

'No.'

'DAMN!'  Kira pounded the desk, dodging an escaping spark 
as one panel shorted out. 'What the fuck do you want from 
me? Do you want me to beg? Plead? Get down on my knees?'

'No.'

'Well fuck you!' Kira strode angrily around the office. Fuck 
this. She wasn't leaving until she'd talked him round. How 
could she admit defeat to this..this..man!

'Don't tell *me* 'no'! You've wanted *this* for years.' Kira 
grabbed her crotch. She stood next to Odo's chair and put her 
foot between his legs. She rubbed slowly between her legs; 
the heat of her argument had already made her moist, and the 
slow friction of her hand added to it. Odo kept his eyes nailed 
to the Majors, ignoring the rising scent of hot, aroused 
Bajoran.

'No.'

Kira grabbed his hand and slid it along her thigh, pressing it 
into place, rocking slightly against it, a faint moan escaping 
her lips. 'Yes...see? You do want it, don't you?'

'No.'

Kira released his hand which dropped down loosely onto his 
knees. She was starting to feel as sense of urgency and 
desperation.  Try something else, anything!

'Please Odo. I want you. I've always wanted you, you know 
that. I've been stupid not to have taken our relationship to a 
more 'physical' level before now. I need you Odo. I need you 
inside me and over me and around me like only a shapeshifter 
can do. Explore me, Odo. Make me come, and then come 
again. Take my need and use me. But please take me Odo. 
Please, please..' Kira clutched desperately at Odo's chest, 
tears of anger and frustration streaming down her cheeks.

Odo sat very still, trying not to betray his feelings. Inside, his 
heart soared. He felt powerful, potent, strong, 'in charge'. A 
weeping woman was attached to his chest, begging him for 
sex. It felt pretty good. But not good enough. Gently, he prised 
her hands away and held them softly in one hand. With the 
other he reached up and brushed the dampness of her cheek, 
and traced the full softness of her lips. Kira raised watery, but 
hopeful eyes, as Odo leaned forward and placed his lips 
against her ear. In the stillness that followed, in the silence 
between expectant heartbeat's Odo whispered, 'No.'

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