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"The Breaking In Of The Klingon TaskMaster"
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T'Aitlu paced the length of the room. She wore the warm dark rose silk sleepwear. She was stuck on this scene and wanted to finish it. She looked to her empty cup perched on the stack of PADDs. She sighed. The rest of the residents were fast asleep or otherwise engaged. The house was quiet and she suspected that was the problem. It was too quiet.
Pi'lek, her little winged Risa monkey, let out a small chirp then wrapped his prehensile tail around her arm again. He purred when her hand reached up absently to stroke his silky fur.
"Soon. I will sleep soon." She looked to the words again then tapped out a sentence or two. A sound from the hallway caught her attention and caused Pi'lek to slip from her arm and hide in her robe. She listened for a moment then decided to investigate the sound. To her it seemed as a distant rumbling of some kind, almost sounded like loud snoring but not quite.
She looked down the hall and lifted her eyebrow as she discovered the source. The Klingon TaskMaster was pacing the hall and apparently talking to himself. She cleared her throat to get his attention but he did not hear her at first. She folded her arms and tilted her head slightly; he was a most interesting individual and suited the flowing robes. "joH Worf. Is there something that you wish?"
He stopped pacing and looked to her. "I was not aware anyone was still awake." He brushed his hair back then wondered what he was going to tell her. "I find myself unable to sleep." His voice rumbled even when he spoke softly.
"Pacing the hall is not a logical alternative." She indicated the doorway. "Perhaps I can be of some assistance?"
Worf made a sound in the back of his throat. This was not how he was accustomed to living and even though there was a great deal to do in a day, there was not the physical demands that shipboard duty had. It was catching up to him. He walked towards the Vulcan female then indicated with a wave of his hand that she was to precede him.
Immediately Pi'lek jumped out of the folds of the robe and squealed at the Klingon.
"Kroykah." T'Aitlu stated softly and the little creature calmed down. "joH Worf, do you wish some tea or warm ale?" She paused for a moment, she was uncertain but she thought the Klingon was blushing. "There is a brandy but I do not believe it would be to your liking, it is flavoured."
"Some warm ale. It is Vulcan no doubt." He spoke with a slight sigh. He had expected the ale to be as the people, boring.
T'Aitlu moved to the small side table that held a variety of beverages. "It is. We inquired as to the availability of some Bloodwine but it will be at least a week before it arrives. Taurik saw to its purchase." She added some spices and dried herbs in their correct amounts. "If there is any other food or drink that you prefer, do not hesitate to ask. It will be obtained." She placed it in the heating unit. "I trust this will be to your liking. The properties will aid in relaxation." She withdrew the tall mug from the heater then placed it on the low table. Her head bowed slightly, she was not yet sure of how to serve this TaskMaster. At least the last two were close to the same species and ones that she herself were familiar with.
Work drank down a mouthful of the warmed ale. It was definitely stronger than he had expected. "Not bad." He sat back in the divan resting the mug on the single arm. "Tell me, why do you use a title of... Lord?" He spoke the last word with some annoyance.
"A form of respect." T'Aitlu raised her eyebrow. "If there is another word that would serve, inform me. I am not familiar with the Klingon language and I find the language file inadequate." She watched the alien for a moment. He did not appear to be relaxing. She moved to kneel beside him on the divan. She instructed him to turn slightly so that she could reach his shoulders.
"Why?" Worf looked to her, careful that he did not spill his drink.
"A massage. To help you relax so that you may sleep." Her hands rested on his broad shoulders for a moment. "If you do not wish me to do this, joH, simply state your wish." She noted his darkening colour this time. She moved his hair then began to massage his tight muscles.
He drank some of the ale, he was trying not to relax under her warm touch but she was skilled at this and it was working. He noticed that the little monkey was pacing in front of him, debating on his acceptance of him. Work tapped his knee and the little monkey jumped up and immediately curled into a ball. Worf began to stroke the tiny one's soft fur.
"Extremely soft." He stated with a low rumble. He sipped on the ale. "You have been a ... kitausu for long?" He was trying hard to remember all the titles and words that were being used frequently.
"Yes." T'Aitlu slipped her hand under the shoulder of his robe and continued with the added warmth from her hand. His muscles were tight and she suspected this was a part of his inability to relax. "Do you enjoy reading?"
"Yes. Very much." He drained the mug slightly surprised he had reached the end of it. He allowed the little monkey the curiosity of the empty mug.
"Then perhaps you would enjoy reading to relax." T'Aitlu moved her hands to the other shoulder; his long wavy hair was moved to fall over the other shoulder. "We have numerous files and books that we have brought with us." She worked her way up the back of his neck and was certain she felt a slight moan from him. "S'haile Selek preferred brandy or something warm to drink. He would read or find company with one of us."
Worf nodded slightly. All of this was new for him and he had no idea how he was suppose to act. He was enjoying this position but still felt lost. He suspected that the females were just as unsure of themselves when it came to dealing with a Klingon. The males seemed to have duties that kept them busy, he saw very little of them until meal times or in the evening. "I am accustomed to more physical activity."
"Perhaps one of the Muses would enjoy serving as your sparing partner." T'Aitlu offered. "A definite change of pace for them as well." Her hands moved up his neck again and she felt the vibration of his voice that time as he sighed. "At any time, should you require it, I would be most pleased to serve you in this manner, joH Worf."
T'Aitlu moved from behind him. She noted Pi'lek curled up on his lap. "He prefers warmth." She looked to the Klingon; he was not what she had expected. He was much calmer and much more accepting of this position than he was when it was first thrust upon him. She reached to the collection of PADDs and pulled out a few. "These are a few stories that have recently been finished. Different pairings to choose from, as I do not know your preferences yet." She placed them on the divan beside him then picked up her slate then returned to her writing and slow pacing.
Worf reached for the slates, shifting slowly so as not to disturb Pi'lek too much. He read some of the summaries; one caused him to look to T'Aitlu... it was not the story that he thought she would write. He slipped one out that had been written by two of the females here, T'Aitlu and Salatrel. He found the title amusing, 'The Care and Feeding of a Muse'.
He leaned back then stretched out along the divan. This was very comfortable. He began to read the story, T'Aitlu began to slowly pace the length of the room as she continued to write and Pi'lek adjusted his position curling up in the crook of Worf's arm.
After some time, T'Aitlu sat down in the large armchair and Pi'lek transferred his sleeping place from Worf to T'Aitlu's shoulder. She prepared another ale for Worf and decided to have one herself. She looked up as Worf placed the slate down then picked up another one.
Worf cleared his throat, shifted in his seat and wondered if he could really believe that a Vulcan had written any of this, let alone a Romulan. The stories were... descriptive, some uncomfortably so. "How many writers are there?"
T'Aitlu was startled for a moment at the suddenness of his voice. "There are numerous writers or do you mean here?"
"I was wondering exactly how you find your... subject matter and if one has not experienced certain things how can one write about it with such detail?" He looked uncomfortably to her. He had always wondered if the habit of raising an eyebrow was universal among Vulcans, it appeared that it was. He glanced down at the slate he had finished with. "The scenes with the tub..."
"I was not the author." T'Aitlu stated.
Worf nodded. "Is there..." he looked up to the ceiling searching for the right word. "... testing done?" He knew that was the wrong word.
"Testing? In what regard?" T'Aitlu was pleased that he wished to converse and she was not opposed to speaking on any matter that he wished to but it was *how* to word things that was going to be the difficulty. She put the slate down on the side table, and then her attention was his.
Worf shook his head slightly, his eyes lowered. "This is not a subject I should be speaking to you about." He was uncomfortable.
T'Aitlu stood. "I could get Salatrel if you..."
"No." Worf stated. "No. That will not be necessary." He thought about it for a moment. "Perhaps Taurik..."
"But he is a Muse. He is not a writer." She stated it as if it was the answer to everything. She noted that he was tensing up again. "I regret joH Worf that I will not serve."
"It is not that... I just thought..." He sighed. "I suppose if I am to serve as the TaskMaster I will have to learn how to discuss these matters."
"One would assume this." T'Aitlu moved Pi'lek from her lap and placed him on the chair. She moved to Worf's side, pulled a small cushion down then knelt beside him. "Show me the passage in question." She offered, "Perhaps the discussion will be easier than asking."
Worf ran through the text then handed her the slate. "There. Positions are very complicated."
"Or merely sound as if they are." She suggested. "There are many times a simple gesture is very difficult to convey in print." She scanned the scene that he was referring to. "Salatrel was most proud of these scenes. I do not know if Vorik assisted her in any way, physically. You would have to approach her with any specific question." She offered the padd back to him. "I began this story as I had recently shaved a portion of Taurik's beard. He enjoyed the activity and in discussing it with Salatrel, the discussion of activities continued. It was then formed into a story." She looked to the large male. "Would you care for a warm bath?" She stood. "This might help you sleep."
Worf considered the offer and it did sound as if it would be relaxing. He drank down the last of his ale then stood, slate in hand. "Yes, I will do that." He, of course, fully intended on preparing his bath on his own as he had become accustomed to.
"Very well." T'Aitlu had finally found something that did not cause him to feel awkward. She stood and cleaned up the dishes that were there. She went into her room to collect a few of the oils that she knew would enjoy and would relax him. Little did she know that he did not expect her to 'help' with his bath.
Worf settled into the steaming hot bath and sighed. "Yes. This was the answer." He was relieved to know that the large partially sunken tubs were present in every room. He had programmed a recording of Klingon classical music. Something of a surprise to him that it was even in the memory banks of this residence on Betazed.
He was just about to close his eyes when he heard the door to his room open. He turned to face the partition that gave some privacy and T'Aitlu appeared. He watched in shock as she knelt beside the bath placing a small collection of bottles on the floor. She poured one of the oils into the water and room filled with a heady scent of almonds and spices.
T'Aitlu took one bottle with her and moved so that she could massage his shoulders again. She took the sponge that was sitting on the side then dipped it in the water then wringing it out over his shoulders. "You like the water hot." Another spongeful of water was squeezed over his shoulders again. She poured some oil into her hand then capped the bottle. She knelt behind him and began to massage the special oil into his skin.
"What are you doing?" Worf asked once the shock had left him.
"Massaging your shoulders. This oil's properties will warm and relax your muscles." She moved his hair then pushed her thumbs into a particularly tight area. He moaned. "I will show you a series of exercises that you can do in the morning and at night that..."
"I have my own routine."
"As you wish." Her hands moved along one shoulder then began to work her way down his arm.
"Why are you here?" Worf was getting brave about meeting her eyes.
T'Aitlu stopped working the muscle in his upper arm. "You do not wish this, joH?"
"It is not that I do not wish it but more to the point that I did not ask..." He saw a look pass over her face. She was flustered and he had not thought it possible.
T'Aitlu moved quickly to collect the bottles. "I ask forgiveness, joH Worf. It was not my intension to intrude." She was preparing to stand but was stopped by his hand on her arm. She sat still. She looked around the room for a moment uncertain what to say. "joH Worf, I will not enter your room again without invitation." Her head bowed.
"Is this your position?" He could think of no other way to word it. He began to take the bottles and place them down.
"My position?"
"In what manner did you serve the TaskMaster before?" Worf had not wanted any negative feelings or impressions to begin.
T'Aitlu lifted her eyebrow. He was asking questions of matters directly opposite to his behaviour. "In any manner he wished. I served as his kitausa-odalisque. I serve as his bond-mate would, but at the Caves." She frowned slightly. "Which manner do you wish me to serve?" It had not occured to her until now that he did not require a bond-mate as a Vulcan male would.
Worf drew in a breath, now he understood her attentions. He let the breath out slowly then turned his back to her. He was relieved that she was not attending to him under a false sense of affection or of expectation on his part. "You may stay and continue."
"As you wish, joH Worf."
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"I suppose you are hungry as well." Taurik reached up to him. "Come with me then and we will prepare first meal." He started out of the room and nearly walked into Salatrel.
"Greetings Taurik." She reached up to scratch Pi'lek's fur. "Have you been relegated to this duty?"
"He was asleep in here. T'Aitlu is not." Taurik spoke with a hint of annoyance. "She was writing when I went to bed. She had said she would not be long, I assumed she had fallen asleep in here."
Salatrel leaned forward. "Perhaps she has found an unknown corner of this house." She smiled then patted Taurik's arm. "She is quite capable of taking care of herself. A walk perhaps?"
"Without her robe?" Taurik held the collection of fabric up slightly as evidence. He sighed. "I will return shortly with first meal."
Salatrel nodded. She sorted through the PADDs that had been left and found the story she was working on. She moved out onto the balcony and sat in one of the comfortable chairs. She flicked on the reader and began to re-read what had been written the night before. She poured out a glass of water for herself then leaned back in her chair.
Taurik came in with a large tray of fruit, cereals, tea and kafik. He remained quiet as he went about the morning's routine. He greeted his brother, Vorik, as he entered and took his place at the table with Salatrel. He bowed his head slightly as he met Kiristeen on the way out to the kitchen.
Kiristeen picked up a glass of juice and pieces of fruit, and then sat in the chair beside Salatrel. She leaned slightly towards the Romulan as she placed her glass down. "So... what are the details?"
Salatrel's eyes flickered up; she frowned then tilted her head slightly. "Details?"
"Yes." Kiristeen looked toward the outer door. "T'Aitlu and the TaskMaster." She smiled. "Great title for a story."
Salatrel smiled an agreement. "What about the two?"
Kiristeen leaned closer. "I saw her coming out of his chambers this morning."
Salatrel sighed. "I have not spoken to her this morning. But it will be interesting to find out what went on."
Krynndell slid into another chair, his plate full of his morning meal. He was sipping on the tea as he sat down. "Went on where?"
"In the TaskMaster's room." Vorik stated as he returned to the table with his and Salatrel's morning meal. "Seems our T'sai has found service to this TaskMaster as well."
"As well as S'haile Selek?" Krynndell asked with a teasing note in his voice.
"She would never service another TaskMaster as she will with the S'haile." Vorik added, also with a slight grin on his lips.
"Enough." Salatrel stated coolly.
Vorik looked to his mistress. "Going Vulcan on us?" He offered her a bite of his fruit.
The room went quiet for a little while as they continued with their morning meal. Taurik came in and joined the group. His eyes flickered to the door a few times before T'Aitlu finally entered. He watched with interest as she poured her customary tea and chose the fruit for her morning meal. She was already dressed for the day. He cleared his throat as she sat down between Krynndell and he then asked, "Slept well?"
Krynn almost choked on the mouthful of tea he was swallowing. He accepted the napkin from Kiri's quick hand. He swallowed again then cleared his throat. "Thank you."
"Yes." T'Aitlu broke open the purple coloured fruit. "I was writing for some time then I heard a noise in the hall."
"Really?" Salatrel was trying to turn this into a conversation, but something told her it would not happen, much to T'Aitlu's up coming discomfort. "What was the noise?"
"joH Worf could not sleep, he was pacing." She looked around the table, she had the sense that this was commanding far more attention than it was due. "I suggested that he move into the common room so as not to disturb anyone else."
"Must have worked, I didn't hear a thing." Krynn added then sipped carefully on his tea.
Vorik stood. "Anyone else want more tea or kafik?" There were nods all around so he collected the pot and creamer. He began to fill the cups as the conversation continued.
"I suggested that he read for a time." T'Aitlu looked to the collection of slates that had been left on the divan. "He read a few of them and then we began to discuss the stories."
"Really?" Salatrel sat forward slightly, her arms resting on the edge of the table. "What stories?"
"The Care and Feeding of Muses." She sipped on the fresh tea. "He had a few questions and it made for an interesting discussion."
Vorik nodded. "What did he ask about?" He felt Salatrel's light kick under the table. He ignored her for the moment.
"If subject matter was researched at all, mostly pertaining to subject matter that we ourselves have not experienced."
Taurik choked on the pastry he was eating. Vorik immediately helped him.
"And this discussion started over...?" Kiri asked with an honest curiosity.
"The tub scenes. In particular, the scenes that Salatrel wrote. I did offer to awaken her to discuss any questions he had, but he said it was unnecessary." T'Aitlu was beginning to sense something amiss among the others but could not identify it. "He seemed uncomfortable at first discussing this with me."
"But you put him at ease, no doubt." Salatrel stated knowing that if any of them could T'Aitlu could.
"Not at first."
"Tell me, how long did it take before he began to relax?" Krynn was the brave one to finally ask the direct question.
"Two point three five hours." T'Aitlu took one of the pastries from the plate in the centre of the table. She broke the pastry. "It was not until after a massage and a bath that he showed any..."
"A massage?" Vorik interrupted.
"A bath?" Kiri asked in a slightly less shocked tone than Vorik.
"He blushes when I use the term, joH." T'Aitlu stated calmly.
"Really?" Kiri considered the information, and then smiled. "How much of him blushes?" She did not expect an answer.
"All of him." T'Aitlu stated coolly.
Taurik sat back regretting that he even wished to ask this but carried through with it none the less. "And where did you discover this?"
"In the bath."
Salatrel grinned. "Did you get your robes wet?"
"No, not in the least."
"... or were you the picture of Vulcan efficiency and stayed dry?" Salatrel wore a slight smile.
"Did you have them on?" Kiri asked the unasked.
"It would be illogical to wear my robes in a bath." She lifted her eyebrow as she directed the comment to the Betazed female. "He enjoyed having his hair washed."
"No doubt." Taurik added quickly. He knew from personal experience how well she performed this service.
Salatrel looked curiously at Taurik then back to T'Aitlu. She was curious as any of them as to what exactly went on with the TaskMaster. "So, he finally did fall asleep after the talk, then neck massage, the bath and the successive massage..."
Krynn looked to his mistress then cleared his throat, he did not mind asking the 'difficult' questions. "Was this just another shoulder massage or did this go further..." He stopped at T'Aitlu's raised eyebrow then smiled. "I was just asking," he stated in his own defence.
T'Aitlu recalled how the massage had progressed. She had been surprised when Worf chuckled; he was ticklish. The intention was to stop at his shoulders and arms, but he reacted to a spot on his back and she continued further down his back to alleviate the knot. "Despite his size, he is not as heavy as I would have expected."
"And where exactly did that discovery take place?" Taurik asked attempting to keep any emotion from his voice.
"And where did this research happen?" Salatrel asked. She cast a glance towards Kiri who was stifling a giggle. "He is a sturdy boy."
T'Aitlu frowned slightly; obviously her attention was not centred on the conversation. "Research?"
"The tub scenes. Or was he stepping on your robe when you discovered that he was not as heavy as you had imagined."
T'Aitlu spread the cinnamon butter onto the pastry. "We were discussing the method I used to shave Taurik."
Kiri held her breath for a second. "You did not shave his beard off, did you?"
"No."
"Oh thank goodness." Kiristeen could not imagine the Klingon without the beard.
T'Aitlu swallowed the small bite of food then sipped on her tea. "He was leaning against me..."
".. in the tub?" Vorik was almost grinning now. He had this mental image of Worf relaxing against T'Aitlu in this tub of water and then he looked to his brother. He shook his head slightly then hid his face in one hand. It had been the mental image his brother had been conjuring up... he would not have been privy to that many details about T'Aitlu. He looked to his brother, raising an eyebrow then blurted out. "She has a tattoo?" Fortunately he spoke quietly enough that only his brother heard him.
Salatrel frowned at Vorik. "You were testing the scenes? To see whether or not the positions were valid?"
"Oddly enough, we never discussed them in the end." T'Aitlu ate another piece of fruit.
"No, I guess not." Kiri grinned.
"You are enjoying this, Kiristeen?" Salatrel stated.
Kiristeen nodded. "But it appears that I am not the only one."
Salatrel shook her head slightly. "Seems to me you did a great deal of the work, no wonder you slept well." She sipped her kafik. "The writing, discussion, massage, bath and then the second massage." She looked to T'Aitlu. "Have I forgotten anything?"
"I believe you have covered everything."
Salatrel shifted in her seat, "But the real question should be..."
"Good day." Worf entered the room and managed to make most of them react in some way. Salatrel and Krynn jumped slightly, Taurik was in the process of standing and he stopped for a second. Vorik hid his face in his hands and moaned. Worf looked directly at T'Aitlu. "I trust you slept well?"
"Yes, joH. Quite well." T'Aitlu stood. "I have matters to attend."
Worf bowed his head slightly then poured himself a large cup of kafik and a glass of juice. He slipped into the vacated chair. "I trust I did not disturb you last night. It seems that my inactivity these last weeks created a problem with my sleep."
Kiristeen nodded. "T'Aitlu was just filling us in." She passed over the plate of pastries to Worf. He chose one then placed it on a plate. "She mentioned that you had some questions concerning Salatrel's writings."
Worf added some cream to the kafik. "There is no need, T'Aitlu was quite explicit in her explanations. I have no questions regarding that story."
"Do you have any questions concerning any other story?" Salatrel asked trying to remain casual about the entire episode.
"No, T'Aitlu has answered any questions I had." Worf continued to enjoy his breakfast.
"Perhaps questions concerning the Shop?" Vorik added in hopefully.
Worf shook his head, "All my questions were answered."
"Well, it appears that T'Aitlu has seen to everything." Krynn grinned then sipped on his coffee. He sat back in the chair and watched the rest of the group.
~~~~~In the Garden~~~~~
She reached out her hand and touched one of the cool leaves. She could feel the moisture in the leaf. It amazed her that a plant would require as much water as these did; then again the water was plentiful. She breathed in the moist cool air. She had worn one of her heavier robes even though the temperature was warm. It was the dampness that seemed to get to her eventually.
She walked towards the small lake with the waterfall across on the other side. She was still fascinated by it and the abundance of water this world held. She came to a small dense bush, and she ran her hand along the cool outer leaves. Her hand was grabbed suddenly.
"There are burrs in these bushes." Worf lifted her hand from the greenery and held it in his large hand. "You would have hurt your hand severely." He turned her hand over to inspect it. "It is cut. You did not feel it?"
"Apparently not." T'Aitlu was uncertain as to what to say to this man. He had a way of making her speechless... no that wasn't right, she just preferred to listen to him speak... and to be wrapped in his arms as she was the other night. "It does not hurt."
Worf reached in the sleeve pocket of his robe and produced a small cloth. He bent down near the water and wet it then opened her hand and cleaned the scratches. Two of the scratches had begun to bleed. He wrapped the fabric around her hand then tied the ends together. "This will have to do until the antiseptic can be used on it."
"They will heal during my meditation." T'Aitlu stated softly.
"I wish to see them healed." He looked to this Vulcan female that seemed to command his attention. "Immediately after your meditations."
T'Aitlu's head bowed. "As you wish, joH Worf."
Worf shook his head slightly then looked up to the sky, he was still not used to being address in that form. He was not a Lord. A lord owned land, servants and wealth... he had none of those. He held her hand then wrapped her arm around his arm. "Walk with me."
"Yes, joH." T'Aitlu fell into step with him. He would take one step and she two, after a few steps he shortened his stride.
"Tell me about yourself, T'sai T'Aitlu." He held her hand in the crook of his arm as they walked along the foot-worn path that surrounded the small lake.
"There is little to tell. I am a kitausu." She was uncertain as to the reason for his question.
Worf stopped. He turned to face her, as his hand lifted her chin. "You are more than that."
"Then it will have to be asked of someone else. I have answered your question." She did not move from his hold.
"How long have you been kitausu?"
"A long time."
Worf lifted his eyebrow, partially teasing her with it. "And before that?"
"Lonely." T'Aitlu tilted her head challenging him with her answer.
His hand moved slowly to the back of her neck, he pulled her closer then bent his head to kiss her. It seemed in this position and with the reading material, he was constantly exposed to, drew him to seek this out. He kissed her gently. "And now...?" he asked against her lips.
"I am less lonely."
Worf brushed his lips against hers. "Do you not wish something more then... less lonely?"
"Yes." T'Aitlu moved his hand then stepped away from him. She turned staring at the ever changing clouds. She folded her arms across her chest then looked down at the ground.
"You miss him?" Worf's voice seemed to rumble even when he spoke quietly.
T'Aitlu turned, her eyebrow raised slightly.
"TaskMaster Selek." Worf watched her eyes for any reaction. He was beginning to learn that Vulcans may control their facial expressions and their emotions but it was their eyes that would give them away. He was answered with silence but her eyes darkened slightly. He drew in a deep breath then released it slowly. "I regret that this will be such a short time that I spend as TaskMaster."
"For what reason?" T'Aitlu was curious now.
"That I will not become acquainted with you in the manner I wish to be."
"How you spend your time here is your choice."
"Yes, but how I spend it with you, is yours." Worf looked to the path again. "Shall we continue...?"
"If that is your wish, joH." She started along the path then turned when Worf did not move. "There is a problem?"
Worf shook his head. He paused for a moment then held his hand out to her. "Come we will find a private place." He was somewhat relieved when she slipped her hand in his. He headed towards the falls, the taller trees and bushes.
They did find a ring of trees that had an opening. They stepped inside and immediately felt surrounded by the privacy. The sound of the falls was loud but not deafening. Worf removed his outer sleeveless robe and laid it on the ground. He indicated that T'Aitlu should sit down and after a moments hesitation, she did.
Worf sat beside her then laid back, one hand tucked under his head. "It is a comfortable day."
T'Aitlu nodded.
Worf moved his hand out from under his head, reached into his sleeve pocket and drew out a small communicator. He flipped it open, "Send the basket, Taurik. These co-ordinates."
There was a shimmer between them and a basket filled with food and drink appeared and a collection of differing foods.
T'Aitlu looked to Worf as he sat up. "This was planned?"
"The possibility was planned for." Worf began to sort through some of the articles in the basket. He drew out a thermos and a tall mug and poured a hot dark liquid into it. "Taurik suggested some hot tea for you."
T'Aitlu accepted the mug, wrapping her hands around the warmth. She bowed her head.
"He knows you well. On the other hand..." He lifted out a heavy mug, "The bloodwine arrived this morning." He poured out the deep red liquid then sipped it as he re-capped the bottle. "He included some fruit, bread and cheese. He suggested that I not bring the ghargh." Worf smiled slightly at the look on her face. Not quite one of revulsion, but close to it. He laughed quietly. "He said you would not approve."
"No I would not." T'Aitlu had seen the crawling mass of live worm-like food only once. She did not wish to see it again. She sipped on the tea.
Worf sipped on the wine then sighed contentedly. "This was a good vintage." He offered a taste to T'Aitlu. "It is not made from the blood of animals as is reported. It is made from a variety of fruit. The juice is dark and makes an excellent wine."
T'Aitlu took a sip from his mug. It was a very strong tasting drink. It caused her to shiver. "A unique taste, joH."
"But you do not care for it?" Worf drank down a large mouthful.
"Not at the moment." She sipped on her tea. "Warmth is what I prefer at the moment."
"Ah, yes, but one of the properties of this wine is its warming effect on the body." He sat cross-legged pulling his legs in close to his body. He positioned the mug on the grass then began to pull out the food. He was definitely hungry. He ate far more than any of these aliens that surrounded him.
Worf broke off a piece of the bread then handed it to T'Aitlu. "I have resigned myself to the illusion that this is a shore leave. It seems easier to relax and not to feel as if I should be doing more than I am." He cut a small piece of cheese and offered it to her. He was pleased when she accepted it. He reached into the basket and pulled out a slate. "I had Taurik put in a few of the stories you were working on, in case you wished to." He flipped on the viewer of one. "This one, entitled 'Brunch'. How did this one come about?"
T'Aitlu felt her face warm for a moment. She cleared her throat softly. "There was an attraction that was unmistakable between the Muses. I merely wrote about it."
Worf nodded. "But how do you write about matters that you know little or nothing about?"
"Resource books. Sometimes other writers." She looked to the Klingon. "How did you prepare for landing parties on unexplored planets?"
"Scans of the areas. The classifications of the planets that might have been done previously. Preparations." Worf was beginning to understand what she was getting at.
"And if you came to an area that could not be scanned would you not rely on instinct?" T'Aitlu placed her cup inside the basket; the tea and the company had warmed her against the dampness.
"Yes. I suppose." Worf drained the mug then placed it with her cup. Both had finished what little food that had been dished out. He placed the plate in as well then stretched out on his side. "So this is how you write these stories?"
"It was not an easy one for me to write. The more intimate scenes did not flow as easily as others have." She wondered if he would understand.
"They do not appear so. They appear to flow easily with the story line." He turned the PADD off then placed it off to the side.
"That is the work of Salatrel and Selek, to smooth out the inconsistencies in my stories." T'Aitlu shivered slightly.
Worf motioned for her to move closer. "This will help keep you warm." He lifted his body to pull the outer-robe out from under him then lifted it up and around her shoulders. She looked lost in it. He moved closer to her. "I find it surprising that you are so uncomfortable here."
"The air is damp. My body is not accustomed to it." T'Aitlu looked to the falls through the break in the trees. "I have never really been to another type of climate for any great length of time."
"I would have thought you to have traveled all over the known Universe by now." He smiled slightly. He stretched out beside her. He rested on his elbow then looked up to her.
"I went to Risa during one hiatus from the Shop, with disastrous results. My luggage was misplaced and I lost one of my favoured cloaks. Then the trip here." She pulled the warm robe tighter. "I will be relieved to be home at the Caves again." She removed the cloth that he had wrapped around her hand earlier. She examined the small cuts. "I will see to the cuts when we return..."
Worf sat up then pulled the basket towards him. "There should be a med-kit in here." He caught T'Aitlu's raised eyebrow. "I am a trained Starfleet officer that believes in being prepared." He pulled out a small pouch. "Here it is." He opened it then took out the antiseptic spray. "Your hand." He held out his waiting for her.
T'Aitlu placed her hand in his, palm up and watched as he applied the spray then used the regenerator on the larger of the cuts. Her hand was left with a slight flush to the skin. She was surprised when he did not release her hand.
Worf held her hand then reached for the other. He held the uninjured one in his hand. He brushed his lips against the palm, noting the reaction it caused. She held her breath. He brushed his lips against the warm palm again, this time pausing to deliver a light kiss. She gasped then held her breath. He looked up to her face in time to see her eyes close as she slowly released her breath. He held her hand against his face.
"I had hoped that we would have had more time together since the other night. I wish to return some of the pleasures you shared with me." He moved closer to her as he pulled her closer.
"It is unnecessary, joH." She spoke quietly. Despite its appearance his beard and hair were soft. His skin was not as rough as it appeared to be either. She pressed her hand against his cheek.
"But I wish to return some of the pleasures that were awarded to me under your care." He held then kissed her hand again. "This affects you?"
"Yes. A Vulcan's touch is their most sensitive." She watched almost helplessly as he inspected his hand with his fingertips. "Rarely a Vulcan touches another. Thoughts and emotions are read in this manner."
"Really?" Worf held her hand; he brushed his lips with her fingertips. "And how is that accomplished? Show me."
T'Aitlu moved her hand from his then placed her fingers into position on the side of his face. "Both hands are placed here and we both concentrate and the pathways are open between us and..."
"And I read yours by looking in your eyes." He smiled then leaned forward and kissed her. He pulled her closer then held her in his arms as he continued the kiss.
Her hands moved to the back of his neck, holding back some of his hair. He lifted his head for a moment, watched as his hand brushed her hair back then lowered his head to kiss her again. He deepened the kiss; his tongue ran along her lips then slipped into her mouth for only a brief time. He began a slow path of kisses and gentle nips down her throat. His lips rested against her collarbone, her breathing was heavy and it was felt against his neck.
T'Aitlu brushed her lips against his cheek, he raised his head and she captured his mouth. She felt his arms tighten around her for a moment then he released his hold on her. She moved away from him, tasting his lips once again.
Worf ran the back of his fingers up her throat then slowly back down to finger the clasp on her robe. He opened it then moved down to the next clasp.
"You will inform me if you are getting cold?" He leaned forward slightly, his lips brushed against her warm skin.
"Yes, joH." She whispered. She sat back on her heels. Her fingers slipped into his hair. His lips were warm against her skin as he very slowly moved lower. She felt the fabric of her robe being slipped from her shoulder. His lips brushed her newly bared skin then a gentle nip.
Worf found the taste to her skin different and interesting. He opened her robe further as he continued to kiss a path down her body. He reached a point just above her breast then lifted his head. He wet his lips. He drew in a deep breath, he wanted her very much and he was unsure of how much she would allow.
She caressed his face. Her thumb brushed along his lip then with the back of her fingers caressed his jaw. She brushed back his hair then leaned forward, her lips brushed his ear as she whispered, "This is most pleasing, joH."
He dropped back his head and moaned his agreement, but with his deep voice it sounded almost like a deep purring sound. She placed her hand lightly on his throat to feel the vibration. Her hand moved slowly down his neck; she began to open the clasps on his robe, stopping just above his waist. Her hand reached in to the warmth of his body. She caressed his firm chest and carefully avoided touching his nipples. She kissed the base of his neck.
Worf held the back of her neck, his other hand clenched in her hair. He breathed deeply as he shifted his position. This was affecting him so much more and so much faster than he had thought it would. He also wished that he knew more about Vulcans.
He closed his eyes as her gentle kisses continued up his neck. She combed through his beard with the fingers of one hand then whispered how soft it was, her mouth covered his and he held her tightly as they kissed. He felt his body react as she bit gently on his bottom-lip.
T'Aitlu shivered.
"You are cold." He looked to her eyes as his fingers quickly refastened her robe. He was breathing deeper than he had been.
She was surprised at his dexterity. She shook her head slightly, "No, I am not."
"Never the less, it is not acceptable to be here." He felt a shiver travel through his body at the sudden cessation of the growing passion. He closed the fasteners on his own robe then stood. He offered his hand to her.
T'Aitlu attempted to slow her own breathing. She placed her hand in his and then stood without assistance. They stared at one another for what seemed like a very long time; then he pulled her into his arms. His mouth captured hers and he lifted her into a tight embrace. Her arms went around his neck as he straightened, lifting her off the ground.
The kiss became forceful. T'Aitlu's hands moved into his soft wavy hair, clenching as each felt the other's desire to continue. Worf released his hold of her and she slowly slipped down until her feet touched the ground. She licked her lips and moved from his arms.
Worf bent down and picked up the handle of the basket, then straightened. T'Aitlu had his robe. The walk back to the house would take very little time. It had taken them just over five minutes to come here. Worf slipped his hand around hers then mumbled, "Come. We will find a warmer place than this."
******
He picked up the glasses then turned to face her. She seemed unsure of herself, something he had not seen in her before. He offered her one glass then touched his glass to hers, offering her a toast. "Tu'nong."
She lifted her eyebrow, thought a moment then shook her head.
Worf hesitated. "Discovering passion."
She lifted her chin then tilted her head slightly. "Tu'nong." Her glass touched his then she drank down some of the bloodwine. She felt its effects; its strong taste took her breath away for a moment. She felt the liquid travel down her throat; settle in her stomach and then radiant warmth that seemed to chase away the last effects of the dampness. She licked her lips and debated on another sip to calm her nerves.
Worf drank half of his in one swallow. He reached to her glass and placed them both on the near-by table. He reached to her face, his fingertips caressing her cheeks then moved slowly down her neck. He stepped closer to her then kissed her lightly. His hands cupped her face then slowly moved into the silk of her hair. He clenched his hands slowly. This was not going to be easy, not the way she was affecting him. He wished nothing more than to strip her of her clothing and take her as he desired... but she was not Klingon. This was not a mating ritual. Nor was she one that should be treated in this manner.
T'Aitlu moaned softly into his mouth. He moved his hands slowly from her hair to the clasps on her robe. She closed her eyes and felt the gentle touch as all the clasps were opened. He slipped his hands to rest on her waist opening her robes slightly.
He took a single step towards her then sat down on the bed, turning her to face him as he did. It was very high and when he sat back, his feet would leave the floor. This was the perfect height for the seduction of this Vulcan female. He leaned forward to kiss her, he did not have to bend down and she did not have to reach up this way.
She stepped towards him as he made room for her between his legs. Her fingers began to open the clasps of his robe. She moved the fabric from his powerful shoulders and began to caress his upper arms. She helped slide the fabric from his arms, one at a time and the fabric pooled in his lap. She continued to stroke his body as her kisses bravely moved down his body. She paused, drew in a short breath then touched the tip of her tongue against his hard nipple.
His hands tightened on her waist. He drew in his breath through his teeth then moaned.
She brushed her tongue over his nipple again. She felt his body shiver and the low growl in the back of his throat.
Worf lifted her head, he brushed back her hair then kissed her mouth and slowly moved down her body until he reached the swell of her breast. He pulled her closer. Her lips brushed his hair and his mouth captured her nipple. He began to suckle gently. His hands caressed her back, the small of her back and then lower. His hands moved down the back of her thighs to the back of her knees, her skin was warm and it felt very different from his own. His mouth released her breast then he ran his tongue over the top of the swell, he marked her skin with a gentle bite.
T'Aitlu gasped, her hand held his head then she tried to breath slowly. The reactions her body was having were surprising her. She desired this male. Tasting and kissing him was not enough yet she wished to do nothing else. She cleared her throat and managed to whisper, "Again."
Worf's hand moved up her back then held her other breast. He kissed the swell then brushed her nipple with his tongue. He took a mouthful of the warm flesh then began to suckle. His hand caressed her thigh. Her whispered encouragements, and her apparent rising desire for him had more than pleased him. He released then marked her skin again. This time he was rewarded with her moan.
He lifted her easily, placed her on the bed beside him. He brushed her hair back from her face. She caressed his chest, teased at his nipples then caressed down his side to just past his hip. That was as far as she could reach. She brought up her hand, using her nails to gently rake his skin.
He moaned then captured her mouth; the kiss was deep and all consuming. His hands caressed her body moving down as far as her thighs then slowly back up her body. He felt her shiver.
"Are you cold?" He barely heard his own voice.
"No." She watched her hand move up his chest then into his hair. She rubbed his neck a few times then brushed the back of her hand against his beard. He closed his eyes at her touch. She wet her lips, "Do you like this?"
"Yes." He kept his eyes closed then laid back. He held her hand, kissing the back of her hand softly. She turned onto her stomach, slipped her hand from his and continued combing through his beard. He contented himself with slipping the remainder of her robe off her shoulders.
T'Aitlu began to slowly trace his features learning about this alien. The feel of his lips, his beard, his skin, the shape of his eyes and the feel of the ridges that marked his forehead. Her hand smoothed his hair back. She leaned forward and tasted his lips again. "Do you wish more wine?"
Worf wet his lips, "No." He opened his eyes and met her eyes. He had not seen them this dark before. His fingers reached to her face. Traced her lips, her nose, caressed her cheeks then followed the arched eyebrow. His hand moved back using only one fingertip he traced her elegant ear. He ran his fingers through her hair then rested his hand at her neck, pulling her to him. "I wish only you."
T'Aitlu remained on her side, his hand ran up her arm then down her back moving her robe from her. She held her breath as his hand touched her thigh, then made his way up her body. He pulled her closer wrapping his arm around her. He shifted slightly and the fabric of his robe fell away from him. He guided her leg to drape over his then moved closer.
She could feel the warmth of his body. Her hands caressed his body feeling each ridge of his backbone. She had read that the vital systems in a Klingons body were duplicated; she wondered what parts were considered vital. She smiled slightly and for no apparent reason.
"I have never seen you smile." Worf propped his head up with one arm. "What do you find so humorous?"
She lowered her eyes for a moment. "Nothing humorous... just a curiosity concerning Klingon anatomy that could be interpreted as humorous."
"And that is?" He could see the brightness in her eyes increase.
"I have read that certain anatomical systems in the Klingon physiology are duplicated..."
"Ah-h, I see." He smiled then started to laugh. He took her hand and kissed her palm. "No, that portion of my anatomy is not duplicated... I trust this does not disappoint you..."
T'Aitlu felt her face warm. "No. It does not."
"I am pleased." He met her eyes for a moment, looked down her body then met her eyes again. "Are there any surprises to a Vulcan's body?"
She leaned forward and whispered something in his ear.
"Really?" He tried not to smile too much. "A most logical and interesting variation." He kissed her as he pushed her back onto the bed. "Now tell me more about this mind melding." He kissed her forehead. "I wish to experience this... with you." His hand began to caress her body. His fingers brushed over her nipples and he inspected the marks he had left.
"I will not initiate a meld with you, but a sharing of thoughts is possible." She brushed his cheek with the back of her hand.
He began to kiss and taste her skin again, "Later then..." He nuzzled her neck then began a trail of kisses and nips down her body. This discussion had relaxed them and their desires had surfaced again.
T'Aitlu felt his leg move up between hers then he moved closer. She pulled herself closer. He lifted his head and she captured his mouth. Her tongue reached into his mouth and she slowly pressed herself against him. She closed her eyes and whispered his name as his hard member came into contact with her body. She licked a small circle on his neck then bit gently.
He tipped back his head and growled softly. His hands pulled her tighter against him and his body started to ache for her. His kisses were becoming harder and hungrier.
Their hands caressed the swells and the warm places on each other's bodies. They tasted and marked each other's skin. They were hungry for the other and it was still surprising to them. Maybe it was the differences or maybe it was because of the situation, neither was sure why.
T'Aitlu pulled away from him, trying to draw in a deep breath. She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back onto the bed. She slipped her leg over his then slid to straddle his thighs. She held his arms down on the bed. "I could not breathe." She kissed his chest.
"I did not think you were capable." Worf urged her to lie down on his chest. He caressed her back, his hands pulling her against him as he travelled up and down her body. He pulled her up higher on his body, her warmth touching his hard member made him moan. He lifted his hips slightly as his hands pushed her down.
T'Aitlu moaned as he did. She brushed her fingertips along his face. "You still wish the sharing?"
Worf nodded. "Yes." He kissed her hands then allowed her to begin this mysterious sharing.
T'Aitlu centred her thoughts. She placed her fingers at his temples then stretched out her hands on either side of his face. She kissed him. "This will not hurt. There will be disorientation for a short time." His lips gain. "Do not fight it. Relax." Her lips brushed his. "Trust me."
Worf nodded. He felt her fingertips against his face, then a sensation as if they were burning his skin.
"My thoughts to your thoughts." She whispered the ceremonial words. "My mind to your mind." She did not finish the phrasing, they were not to be bonded, but this would be enough to share their pleasures.
Worf held his breath then began to pant. He moaned then pulled her closer to him. He was feeling that as well! He was feeling the touches on her body... on his! He chuckled. Never before had he felt anything like this.
He rolled her over onto her back. His legs spread hers and he lifted his hips to move into position to slip into her. He touched the head of his penis against her. He felt this! As she did. He opened is eyes to search her face for the same reaction and found only her calm expression. This lied as to how she felt.
He called to her and when she opened her eyes he was drawn into her. She ran the tip of her tongue along his lips then claimed his mouth. She moved one hand from his face; the connection was still there. Her hand reached down caressing his body then her delicate fingers wrapped around his aching member.
"Yes." He groaned.
She stroked him gently; she was sharing his need for satisfaction. She whispered with him at one point. She ran her tongue along her lips.
"Now." She whispered against his ear. "I desire thee." Her other hand moved from the meld position, a faint connection remained. She relaxed her body waiting for him to slip into her.
Worf growled as he felt the coupling from both perspectives... the entering and the being entered. He experienced how his skin felt beneath her touch. Her hands rested on his firm cheeks, urging him to move deeper into her.
"Yes." She nuzzled his neck.
They lay still for a moment, and then Worf began to move slowly and with long strokes. T'Aitlu's hands caressed his back, her nails gently raking his back.
Worf held his weight off her, an arm resting on the bed on either side of her head. He kissed her mouth, feeling the hunger for her building quickly in his body. Her groaned his pleasure when she wrapped her legs around his legs. She was agile and far from delicate as he first thought. Her touch excited and aroused him. Even the gentle nips on his skin were sending his thoughts reeling. He moaned, as the last 'nip' was so gentle, it inflamed his passion.
She had not foreseen the complications of sharing with a Klingon. She pulled his head down and devoured his mouth then planted kisses and small nips down his neck. She felt his heartbeat with her lips at the base of his neck. She wet the area with her tongue then bit down with as pressure as she could without breaking the skin. She moaned as she pulled him closer to her, her body shuddered and their rhythm increased.
Worf claimed her mouth, his hands almost tangling in her hair, his tongue reached in tasting her warmth and her unique flavour. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs held them tightly making it hard to move. Worf lifted his head for only a moment then he was pulled into another hungry kiss. He could do nothing but comply and then he found himself being rolled onto his back again. Her hair falling in a curtain around him.
T'Aitlu placed her hands at his shoulders then pushed herself up. She brushed back her hair as she settled herself in position and Worf still buried deep within her. Her hands caressed his chest, teased his nipples briefly then she moaned softly. Her hips rocked gently.
Worf's hands squeezed her thighs then traveled up her body. His fingers teasing her hard nipples. She closed her eyes and moaned. His hands ran over her body, pulling her to him and his mouth captured one breast; her hips seem to grind faster. He released one breast, licking it thoroughly, and then captured the other.
T'Aitlu was pulled against him as he kissed her hungrily, he rolled them over and the rhythm of his thrusts increased. She reached up to position his fingers on his face again, connecting them mentally. Her body arched as she felt his arousal.
Worf growled in the back of his throat, this was becoming difficult to control. His thoughts were flooded with her fire. He had always understood why it was referred to as a mating fire, but had never truly felt it before. His body covered hers as his wanting for her began to centre in his groin.
He growled again.
She pressed her fingers against his head. She reached in further to satisfy her craving for the mental urges she had. Her body arched against his as her body shuddered again. Her arms pulled him closer to her, wrapping around his neck. She was breathing heavily and she felt within his thoughts how close he was to his release.
His hips pushed into her over and over again. His thoughts were lost in the fire she had placed there. With his next thrust his body emptied into her. His body arched and he cried out.
Her body shuddered in the answering climax. She felt his body pumping into hers. Her breath was held for a moment trying to control his influence. It didn't work and her cries joined his.
Worf had the presence of mind to move off of T'Aitlu before he collapsed. He breathed deeply, drawing in the air his body needed.
T'Aitlu felt his movements slowing then his collapse onto the bed beside her. She drew in a deep breath and shivered. Her body was already cool and becoming chilled. She reached over to touch his chest and felt his heavy breathing then his hand covered hers.
****
"M-m-m. Sounds nice." She ran her hand up his arm.
"Good." Worf tossed back the covers then lifted her from the bed before she could say much more. "I had Taurik bring your preferred oils." He placed her on her feet then dropped the robe he was wearing.
"You ask Taurik..." She was still sleepy and not thinking clearly. She brushed back her hair then looked to the Klingon.
Worf stepped into the bath, turned then lifted her in. "This will help with any soreness you may experience." He began wash her back and shoulders. He gathered her long hair then placed it over her shoulder. "There is tea and some food."
T'Aitlu turned to face him. She caressed his face then moved closer to him. "I do not experience any soreness, nor am I hungry," Her arms wrapped around him and she kissed him. "... at least not for food." Gently at first, tasting his lips, then she kissed him harder. Her hand went to the back of his neck and pulled him closer. She moved so that her legs straddled his. She nuzzled his neck then nipped at his earlobe.
Worf held her shoulders at arm's length for a moment, "The sandalwood was a bad choice?"
"It is not if you wish to couple again." She lifted her eyebrow then watched his lips smile slightly. "I gather this is agreeable?"
"Yes, T'sai... very agreeable." He laughed out loud at the raised eyebrow.
*****
Taurik lifted an eyebrow, "Perhaps. It should prove interesting when S'haile Selek returns and joH Worf has to return to his regular tour of duty."
Krynn walked down the hall to the first door then tapped on it, "Salatrel, vid-film is starting."
He went back into the common room and dropped into the sofa, "He might visit often." He kicked off his boots and rested his feet on the ottoman, moving it over slightly for Taurik to use as well.
"We shall see..." Taurik placed the huge bowl of popcorn between them; his feet went onto the ottoman as well.
"Well this movie should take your mind off matters around here... and Tomaas' absence." Krynn laughed. "You know for a very logical people, you are the most amusing thing here." Krynn touched the control for the large screen viewer.
"What vid-film did you arrange for?"
Krynn checked the reading on the control. "The Romulan production of 'Vulcan Love Slave'."
Taurik froze. He thought that had been unavailable in Federation space. He thought it had been close to being banned. He covered his face with his hand then slouched down in his seat. This was not going to be a comfortable four hours.
Salatrel looked at the two in the couch and then the popcorn. She sighed, she wasn't sure she was ready for all of this but she had enough of her room and the state she had put herself in. It was time for a change of scenery.
Krynn got comfortable. He grabbed a handful of popcorn and was looking forward to enjoying this movie. "Taurik, you have no idea how much trouble and expense that I went to get this." He glanced over at the Vulcan. "You okay? You look a little pale." He looked back to the screen to the title, "One of these days," then the list came up of the participants. "... I want to talk to an actor from one of these movies..."
"Why?" Taurik asked dreading the credits coming up.
Salatrel was quietly sitting between the two, uncertain of Taurik's obvious discomfort and not quite ready to handle Krynn's jovial attitude. But she had promised.
"Just to find out how some of these things are..." He caught the name. He looked to Taurik then grabbed for the control. He packed up the program then looked to Taurik. "That isn't...?"
Taurik closed his eyes and sunk even lower in his seat.
Salatrel looked to the screen and then started giggling... even with her headache. This was priceless!
Krynn sat up, totally shocked by all of this. He looked to the screen. "It is you!"
Taurik hid his face and groaned.
"This is going to be sooo good now." He looked to the giggling Romulan, "You knew about this?" Krynn sat back with a little more enthusiasm for this movie. He leaned over towards Taurik. "Listen, will you autograph the shell for this?"
~~~~~"Bowing To The Logic"~~~~~
Worf looked up from the stack of slates, being TaskMaster here in the Caves was not as easy as when they were on Betazed. He leaned back in the well-padded chair with a sigh. "Yes, Taurik?"
Taurik bowed his head slightly, "joH Worf, the items that you requested have arrived. If you wish, I can have them placed in your chambers." He passed the invoice over to the Klingon.
Worf accepted the slate. He looked at the list; all of the items he ordered had arrived. He nodded. "Yes, that would be sufficient. The largest of the boxes..." He hesitated for only a moment. "It is a gift but it should not remain in the box."
Taurik bowed his head. "It will be attended to, joH."
Worf placed his identification number and thumbprint on the invoice then handed it back. "I would appreciate it if you saw to it personally, Taurik."
"As you wish."
Worf sat back in the chair, stretched slightly then poured the last of the kafik into his cup. He glanced at the time and the stack of slates and wondered if he would ever get through them in time. He had not thought there was this much work in the production of one book. He sipped on the kafik, closed his eyes and tried to think of nothing for a few minutes.
There was a knock on the door.
He opened one eye, growled quietly then put his cup down as he called out, "Enter." He attempted to sound at least slightly annoyed.
The blonde kitausa poked her head in then stepped into the office. She was one of the frequent visitors he had. "I was just wondering, joH TaskMaster, if you had finished my story yet?" Elvira smiled coyly then lifted her eyes slowly to meet his.
"I am not certain..." Worf looked to the collection of slates in a bin on his desk. He had not been taken in by her charms having found her beneath his desk only once. The ensuing growl and roar for her to get out of there was enough to deter her from ever considering it again. He glanced at her then at the bin. "You are welcome to search for it yourself."
She smiled at him. "Thank you, TaskMaster." She reached into the bin and began her search. She looked to the large Klingon a few times, attempting to catch his attention, but he was not the least bit interested. She was enjoying the change, and her writing was even improving. "Do you have any idea when S'haile Selek will be returning?"
Worf drew in a deep breath. If he had a bar of latinum for every time he had been asked that question, he would be able to retire. "No, I do not." He was leaning back in the chair, his hands folded in his lap and his eyes closed once again.
Elvira slipped out her slate, "I have it." She peeked into the carafe that was sitting on the desk. "Would you like me to fill this for you? I was going to the dining room to eat and look this over during lunch..."
Worf nodded. "It would be appreciated."
Elvira picked up the carafe and headed out.
Worf pulled himself closer to the desk to continue working, but he was stopped by another knock. "Come." This time he was slightly irritated. He looked to the Vulcan that stepped in. "Yes, Vorik?"
Vorik handed Worf a PADD with a long list of inventory items. "This needs to be approved."
Worf sighed then looked to Vorik. "Are these items required?"
Vorik nodded.
Worf signed the bottom of the sheet then handed it back.
Vorik looked at the sheet then at Worf. "You aren't going to check it?"
"You made the list from the usual inventory items?" Vorik nodded. Worf continued. "Then if the numbers are accurate, and I am assuming they are, I do not need to sit here and repeat the work you just did."
Vorik lifted an eyebrow. "Logical." He looked to the sheet again then retreated from the office.
Worf looked to the door, wondering if he was going to be disturbed again and who would it be. He dropped another slate in and the screen lit up displaying the new text. He began to scan the text for the more obvious mistakes and formatting, then he returned to the beginning and edited the text. He managed to get through this story and a few others before there was another interruption.
There was a knock on the door and he growled quietly then looked to the door. "Come." He sat back trying to look menacing until he met Salatrel's slight grin. "Yes, Salatrel?"
"Well, how has your day been going?" She began to move the slates off to the side of his desk as he watched. "I hope you haven't had too many interruptions. We received word that TaskMaster Selek will be returning soon. A few more details to clear up at his end and he will send word as to his actual return date."
Worf nodded then frowned. "What are you doing?"
"Clearing a spot." Salatrel stated as if it was the answer. She started back towards the door then disappeared for a second. She reappeared carrying a tray. "Your meal." She placed it on his desk. "I was the only one brave enough to touch the tray."
Worf laughed.
"Yes, well we are going to have to rid them of this aversion to Ghargh." Salatrel checked his carafe.
"Elvira filled it earlier." Worf supplied. He lifted the dessert cover, gelatine. His favourite drink, prune juice and of course the large bowl of live worm-like wriggling Ghargh. "Yes." He stated with enthusiasm.
"Well, I will leave you to it." Salatrel headed for the door.
"You had better warn everyone. I do not wish to have a screaming visitor again." Worf grinned.
Salatrel smiled. "Don't worry." She stepped out of the office and closed the door. She typed something into a near-by terminal, requested a hard copy then attached the slip of paper to the door. She stopped Vorik as he headed towards the office. "You don't want to go in there." She pointed to the note.
Vorik looked to the note on the door then smiled. "'Do not enter. Ghargh being consumed'?" He lifted her chin with his finger. "Your creation I gather?"
Salatrel nodded. "Last time someone walked in and started to scream. joH Worf said it gave him indigestion."
"Well, we wouldn't want a Klingon TaskMaster getting indigestion." Vorik looked to the note, smiled slightly, then looked to Salatrel, his arm wrapped around her. "Come, I will buy you a cup of kafik. You have worked hard enough for one day."
******
He was just stepping out of the shower drying his hair, another towel wrapped around his waist. He glanced at the time, still ahead of schedule in his preparations. He had not gone through this much preparation in all of his life. (At least not since his marriage to Dax. He stopped and sighed, he still missed her.) He moved over to the closet and pulled out the outfit he had chosen. It was not his first choice but it suited the mood.
The form-fitting pants were at least comfortable, as was the cream-coloured, Deltan-silk shirt. The long full vest matched the dress he had purchased for T'Aitlu. He considered the strip of silk a little much for his hair, as had been suggested, but he understood the reasoning after he had tied back his hair with the fabric strip. It finished off the outfit, nothing more.
He almost jumped at the knock on the door, realizing that it was more likely one of the kitchen staff with the meal. He had only to slip his vest on at this point.
He went to the door and opened it cautiously... just to be on the safe side. It was Elvira. "Yes?" He managed to sound almost angry with only the single word.
Elvira smiled, she had learned slowly that his bark was usually the worst of his demeanour. "I have a note from T'sai for you." She held out the folded paper.
Worf accepted it. "Thank you." He spoke quietly then closed the door. He leaned on it dreading the message inside. He looked up to the ceiling and prayed to a Klingon deity then slowly opened it. He read it through then let out the breath he had been holding. "She will be late, nothing more," he muttered. He tapped the folded edge against his lips as he surveyed the room insuring for the third time that everything was in place and that nothing had been forgotten.
He placed the note down on the table to arrange the candles for the fourth time. He touched the base of each and the flame sprang to life. He moved over to the controls for the music and tapped in the command to begin the selected music. A selection of their favourite classical pieces from all over the known universe would be playing for the next six hours.
He paced the room waiting for the food and T'Aitlu to arrive.
****
The Deltan silk would warm with a touch. The velvet bodice and the matching slippers were silky soft as well. The colour was such a deep green it appeared black in certain light. He had been extremely attentive to the details; the back had been cut low enough that an opening was not needed. The bodice's design was such that it supported her sufficiently so she did not require any undergarments.
She had taken a relaxing bath, used the scented oil on her skin. She had pulled back the front sections of hair, fastening it at the back. The rest of her hair was carefully twisted and tucked up. This was something she did not usually do. She had arranged it so it could be taken down with the removal of only the decorative comb that she had slipped into place.
She put on the soft shoes then stepped into the dress and slipped it into place, just at her shoulders. It hinted at slipping off of one or both shoulders at any moment. She stood in front of the full-length mirror and wondered why this had been arranged. Worf had turned out to be a very complicated individual.
She smoothed the silk of the dress, arranged the train, and then took a deep breath to calm her anxiety.
T'Aitlu checked around her room again. She had not forgotten anything... except a gift. She looked around the room again; she wished she had known so she could have prepared something. She went to the collection of books; she slipped one out, considering it. Her hand ran over the reed cover. It was old, Pre-Reform. She straightened. "Yes, this will do."
She arranged her skirts again then headed out of her chambers and headed towards his.
"T'Aitlu?"
She turned to face the person calling to her. She bowed her head to the two. "Salatrel. Taurik."
Salatrel stood wide-eyed for a moment. "And where are you off to?" She looked the Vulcan up and down. "Selek's not back is he?"
"No." Taurik answered quickly.
"I do not wish to be late." She bowed her head again then headed down the hall away from the two.
Salatrel turned to Taurik. "Okay, Vulcan, tell me."
"She is having dinner with joH Worf." Taurik watched T'Aitlu walk down the hall, wondering what would become of the evening considering what he knew about the gifts. He quashed his curiosity concerning his mistress then turned to Salatrel. "Come, Vorik is waiting."
Salatrel looked down the hall as T'Aitlu stepped into Worf's chambers. "Dinner? Just dinner... dressed like that? I don't think so." She turned to face Taurik. "What else is going on?"
"Selek is due to arrive soon. It is joH Worf's way of thanking her for her assistance."
Salatrel laughed. "Assistance?" She looked up to Taurik, "How come you have never thanked me in that manner?"
He leaned toward Salatrel slightly, "You have never given me the opportunity to." He raised an eyebrow at her frown. He took a few steps away from her then paused. "Coming?"
*****
He drank in her appearance, thankful that he had consulted Taurik on the choice of garment. The deep green silks that the Vulcan had recommended suited her so well. His own idea of the velvet bodice had been a perfect addition. He rather enjoyed the effect the snug fit had on her chest. She was gently but firmly supported by the internal structure of the bodice. The lovely curves of her bosoms gently rippled up pressing against the satiny-ribboned neckline. With each of her deep breaths her soft mounds rose and fell teasing his eyes and his senses. The shoulders of the dress threatened to slip off, very possibly revealing the treasures beneath her gown, at any moment. Worf was aroused by the possibility and continued staring at her bodice, his eyes drawn to the lovely curves and the lines of her flesh. Her upswept hair piled atop her head gave her a more dramatic look, with just a few tendrils brushing along her neck, adding to the allure of her bold look.
T'Aitlu tilted her head slightly, "It is I that have been honoured by the invitation." She watched as Worf took her hand in his, lifting it to his lips. At the last moment he turned her hand over and kissed her palm. She lowered her eyes as she felt her face warm. He always had this effect on her.
He looked especially handsome in this close fitting vest. The cream colour of his shirt framed his face making a sensuous contrast with his dark skin. T'Aitlu felt a longing to rest her hands upon this man's chest, to run her palms over the strong firm muscles and to curl up in his arms forever.
Worf smiled at her then guided her to the prepared table, then poured bloodwine for both of them. He picked up the glasses then indicated a small sofa, asking her if she wanted to sit and talk.
T'Aitlu lead the way over then sat down, moved the collection of fabric enough so Worf could sit beside her. She accepted the glass, touched her glass to his then sipped on the wine. It had been warmed slightly and had a sweeter taste. "A most interesting taste."
Worf drank some of his wine then with the beginning of the next song, he placed his glass down on the side table. He reached for hers placing it with his. "I wish to dance."
T'Aitlu collected the fabric of her skirt then stood. She placed her hand in his then held her breath as his arm went around her waist. She released it slowly as they began to move in time to the music.
Worf felt at ease with this woman no matter what they were doing it seemed, from the moment he arrived, unceremoniously, on Betazed and was 'dropped' into the world of the kitausa. She felt as if she belonged in his arms.
They dance for a while then sat down to the sumptuous dinner. Conversation about duty, serving Starfleet and the promise that he would return often to visit had filled his end of the conversation. She talked about the Shop and writing, with little to say about herself. They seemed to have an ease with each other that had been surprising, considering the two very different races.
Worf leaned back in the chair with a sigh, "I can not eat another bite." He smiled at his dinner companion, noting through the meal that she did not consume as much as he did. He lifted his wineglass and drank down the remainder of the liquid. "A walk in the garden?"
"If that is your wish." T'Aitlu took another sip of her wine.
Worf stood, "I have a cape you can wear." He moved to the closet and pulled out a warm looking cape. He wrapped it around her then with his hands on her shoulders, turned her to face him. He met her eyes as he lifted her chin with his fingers. He wet his lips, bent his head and captured her mouth. His arms circled her holding her close. Her hands clenched in the fabric of his vest at his waist.
T'Aitlu slowed her breathing, trying to lessen the effect this male had on her. She pulled the cape around her then walked with him onto the balcony. Most of the larger chambers had balconies, some cut from the stone. Others, such as this one, were fashioned from wood with metal railings.
Worf took a deep breath as he stepped out into the cool night. He stood at the railing, his large hands wrapped tightly around the top rail. He watched as T'Aitlu looked out over the garden. She pulled the cloak closed. "You will let me know when you are getting cold."
"Yes, joH." She watched the reflection of the moon in the water for a moment.
"Your use of the title is unnecessary when we are alone." Worf moved closer to her, taking her hand in his he lifted it to his lips and kissed her palm. He loved the reaction it caused. She would take a deep breath and as she released it her eyes would close for a moment. He tucked her hand into the crook of his arm then led the way down the steps into the garden.
They walked slowly drinking in the sights and smells around them. Worf began to ask about some of the Vulcan plant life and found that most of it had a purpose. Herbs used in medicines, in foods, tea, as well as some of the oils that decorated the shelf beside his bath. They walked towards the older part of the garden and T'Aitlu informed Worf of the Ancient One's interest in flowering plants. She named most of the plants and bushes while Worf listened to her voice.
As they looked out over the water, it was noted that the blue silver moon was especially bright. The lunar eclipse was just beginning. The shadow that was slowly creeping over the moon was of a reddish hue. It added eeriness to the event. Worf stood directly behind her, his arms wrapped loosely around her as they watched the slow progression. They talked about the phenomenons that Worf had seen in his travels and T'Aitlu had only learned about. It took over an hour for the scene to play out before them.
As they headed back to the building, T'Aitlu informed Worf that this had been a very enjoyable evening. She slipped off the cape as she stepped into his room. He hung it up.
"Do you wish anything else?" Worf waved towards the table. The table had been cleared and all that was left were two carafes. One was a thermal carafe of tea and the other held more wine. He poured himself some wine.
"Your attention." She reached to the book she had left on the sofa. She offered it to him. "It is Pre-Reform. I will bring you the original book, this however, is the translation into standard."
Worf drank down another mouthful of wine then placed his glass on the table. He accepted the book with some surprise. He had not expected anything such as this from her. "I am honoured, T'Aitlu." He flipped through a few pages. "It is poetry."
"Yes. It was to be from a female to her bondmate... or betrothed." She sat down on the sofa then tapped the seat beside her. She was inwardly pleased as he sat beside her, still looking through the book.
"I would not have expected Vulcan to have love poems," he admitted in a quiet voice, his attention divided between her and these writings. "These are most interesting. Do you have a favourite?"
"Yes." She asked for the book with a gesture.
Worf leaned back into the corner of the sofa and waited. "You will read it to me." He rested his arms along the back and side of the sofa; he stretched his legs out then sighed.
T'Aitlu found the poem, she looked to Worf for a moment then began...
"Your eyes,
We share.
She closed the book then looked to Worf, he looked as if he had fallen asleep. She knew differently and was not surprised as his hand reached to hold her hand.
"Very moving." He pulled her closer, holding her in his arms. He shifted slightly so that she would lean against him. He ran his hand slowly up and down her arm. He listened to the music as he held her. He needed to find a way, the correct way, to ask her that he wished her to stay here... with him, for a time. He watched his hand's journey along her shoulder then as it caressed her neck and then up to her ear. His fingertip continued following the contours of her pointed ear.
He held his breath as he softly whispered, "Stay with me."
"It was not my plan to leave as of yet." She responded in an equally soft voice.
He folded his fingers, brushing the backs of them against her cheek. He remained silent for some time, deep within his own thoughts on the matter.
Worf stood suddenly; he pulled her hand until she stood. He wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her closer. He moved closer to kiss her but hesitated, his lips brushed hers. "I wish that we could remain together for the night." He lifted her chin so their eyes met. "I wish to be able to hold you after we are together. I do not wish to leave you." He felt his heart pounding in his chest. Why did this female affect him so much?
"As you wish..." T'Aitlu pressed her lips to his, beginning the kiss. She felt her body mold itself to him, her arms went around his neck and she heard herself moan.
Worf forced himself to step back from her. He held her hands and guided her into the adjoining room. He had even prepared this room, in hopes that she would agree to stay. He sat on the bed, leaning against the collection of pillows. He felt his heart and breathing quicken, he took a deep breath to calm himself but it was not working.
T'Aitlu lifted the front of her skirt and knelt on the bed. She held the skirt as she moved further onto the bed. Facing him, she sat back on her heels. She took hold of his hand, her thumb caressing the back.
After enjoying her touch for some time, Worf sat up and pulled off his boots. He held her chin gently in his hand. She appeared far more delicate than she was, as all Vulcans did. He kissed her. Her lips were very warm against his. He brushed his lips against her face, then down her neck. He tasted her skin, as his teeth grazed her skin. He heard her quiet growl. He answered her with a deeper growl of his own. Her hand pressed against his chest, she had opened his vest and his shirt without him even realizing it. He helped her as she slipped the vest off and tossed it onto the near-by chair.
She felt the warmth of his body through the silk fabric. She dropped her head back, his tongue tasted and his mouth nipped at her skin. It sent chills through her. She ran her hands along his shoulders then to the back of his head. She released the knot in the ribbon he had in his hair and slipped it off. She loved the feel of his long hair and clenched her fingers in its length when he threatened to bite her neck. She heard herself moan, as she whispered his name.
Worf ran his hands along her shoulders, the fabric that wrapped around her shoulders slipped down easily. He kissed then tasted her warm skin. He was not surprised that she encouraged him but he had been surprised that a Vulcan could find pleasure with a Klingon. She slipped her arms out of her dress then lifted his head. Worf closed his eyes as her lips gently brushed his lips, then feather light as she touched his nose, eyes and even the ridges of his forehead.
He moved onto his knees, pulled her close, his kiss passionate. He was hungry for her but he was enjoying the slow discovering of each other. This was not the first time they were together as this. It was the first time he had the feeling of wanting permanence and he trusted that it would not be the last. He nuzzled her neck and growled.
T'Aitlu was breathing heavily. She had lowered her mental shieldings and with every touch on his body was sharing a portion of his growing desire for her. She fought the need to place her fingers at the contact points and slip into his thoughts. She was held tightly against him, she wrapped her arms around him. She felt light-headed, wanting nothing more than for him to continue to arouse her body. She opened his shirt and slipped the fabric off his body. She began to mirror his actions rewarded with a deep growl as her teeth bite gently into his skin.
"Your hair..." Worf began to investigate how to free the length.
"Simply remove the comb," she stated softly. She felt the expected pull in her hair. Worf removed the comb and she shook the length free, to fall down her back.
"Ah-h yes." Worf watched as her hair fell around her shoulders, then dropped the comb on the night table. He turned back taking a handful of her hair and burying his face in. He lifted his eyes to meet hers; her eyes had become so dark. He kissed her mouth gently then captured it as he held her head. His kisses moved along her jaw then down her neck. He ran his hands over the swells of her breasts. He marked her skin as he slipped her dress down. He felt her shiver. He urged her to lie back on the bed then removed her dress. The dress joined his vest and shirt on the chair.
He sat back on his heels admiring her naked form. He reached forward, the back of his hand caressed her body beginning at her throat and ending at her calf. One long stroke. "Klingons take their passions very seriously." He spoke in a deep raspy voice. He drew the palm of his hand up her body, laid down beside her as his touch traveled up. His hand held her jaw, and his mouth claimed hers.
T'Aitlu licked her lips, tasting the uniqueness that was Worf. She stretched, placed her hands on his shoulders then rolled him onto his back. She caressed his chest, her fingers traveled over his nipples causing him to growl deep in his throat. She combed through his beard, smoothing the hair as she watched his eyes. "Vulcans are most serious about their passions as well." She kissed his throat then slowly worked her way down his body. She paused when she had reached the edge of his pants. She tucked her fingers under, tickling him slightly when she did. She unfastened his pants, then looked up to the Klingon male that was, for the moment, hers. He was breathing heavily, his eyes were half closed and then he smiled.
She stripped his pants from him and added them to the growing collection of clothing on the chair. She placed a hand on each thigh then ran her hands up his warm body. "One could almost believe that you burn."
He took her hand, intertwining his fingers in hers. "And what exactly does that mean... to burn?" He accepted a kiss from her lips then settled her up against his body.
She thought about it for a moment. "To be so desirous of another that all other thoughts are almost forgotten." She moved her leg between his thighs and pressed herself against his hard body. "And your thoughts are on fire..." She whispered the last word.
He growled from the increased contact. He released his hold on her hand then brushed her hair uncovering the back of her neck. He kissed the back of her neck then tasted the warmth, his teeth sunk into her neck this time he tasted a drop of her blood. He moaned, long and low. He was so very much affected by this Vulcan woman.
T'Aitlu found herself suddenly tossed onto her back, Worf hovered over her and a soft growl accompanied each breath he took. His head bowed and his tongue licked her nipple, she shivered. He licked her again then took her breast into his mouth. "Yes-s," she whispered softly.
It was all the encouragement he required. He suckled on her breast hungrily as he covered her body, resting between her legs. T'Aitlu combed through his hair, brushed his hair back and closed her eyes to enjoy this delicious torture. He released her breast, marking her with a light nip. He felt her body shiver.
"Are you cold?"
She shook her head.
Worf returned to his task, her other breast was teased then he took it into his mouth. He felt her hands on his back, decided whether to press him against her or to caress his back. He released her breast then bit into the swell. T'Aitlu gasped. Worf continued to nip and mark her body moving slowly down towards her sex. She moaned. He bent her leg slightly then began to kiss the inside of her thigh. Each touch caused a shiver of excitement to run through her body, teasing at her thoughts and wearing down her control.
She called to him as he lifted his eyes to meet hers. His were dark and feral. She reached forward and placed her fingers at his temples. It was her undoing and his as well.
He growled deep and long as he positioned his body to enter her. He captured her mouth in a rough, passionate kiss. He wished to claim her as his own. The heat of her passion slowly slithered its way into his thoughts. He held onto her hips then slowly entered her. He had kept the presence of mind to at least remember that much. He felt her hands on his back, pulling him towards her.
She turned towards him; her tongue touched his ear then tasted his sweat. She moaned deliciously in his ear. Her body arched as he pushed himself deeper into her body. She began to move with him, so much easier to do this with the sharing. Her hands moved back to the contact points, reaching in and connecting them in a way she had not done before.
Worf moved within her body, feeling the warmth surround him. He groaned as the sensations were shared. He looked to her, he met her eyes beginning to form a question then hearing the answer within his thoughts. He laughed.
"~I wish thee, Worf.~" She thought-spoke to him. She sighed. "~This feels as it should. I wish to touch thee and feel thy thoughts.~"
"~This feels like cool heat.~" Worf began to move faster. His breathing was heavy and his kisses were short, hard, hungry kisses. "~Never before have I felt this.~" He felt the shiver travel though his body then how she perceived it. He groaned. His need was growing.
T'Aitlu released one hand from the contact points; one side seemed to be enough. She caressed his back then pulled him closer as her body shiver with her need for him. He felt it and cried out.
She felt his hard aching member as it slipped within her. She felt the tightness increase as her lover's member swelled even more; they would not be able to separate until he was satiated. He began to move faster and harder. She slowly withdrew her touch on his face; a thin thread still connected them. She was uncertain how long the connection would remain.
Worf felt her legs wrap around his. He moved faster, his body craving more than he had before. He felt the build up in his groin and with her shudder; his body released the hot fluid into hers. His body ached for her. He pushed deeper into her, hitting harder against her body. He felt it through the sharing. He growled as the second release began to take hold. His body shuddered within her and the growl in the back of his throat became louder.
T'Aitlu shuddered with her release and she had shared in his. She drew him tighter to her body. Hungry kisses on his face and then his mouth. Her body was responding again with his, both becoming tired and yet unable to stop. She arched her body, shivered, threw back her head and groaned.
Worf growled softly as her body shivered underneath him. He marked her neck with love bites as her body shook. He was almost there, just a little longer and then he would find satisfaction. His body pushed harder into her, he held her hips and then the shuddering took over his body. He felt her hands dig into his thighs as she pulled him to her. He growled with this release, louder than he had intended.
He awoke slowly. His throat was sore and dry. He had never passed out before; perhaps it was a result of the meld. He raised himself up onto his elbows. He kissed her cheek gently then her eyes opened. He ran his fingertips along her body. He kissed her again then began to move from her but she stopped him.
"Wait." She kissed his neck then slowly caressed his back. Her hands moved into his hair and she urged him back down. Her arms wrapped around him. "That was most enjoyable."
Worf kissed her, gently, lovingly. "Yes." He brushed her hair back from her face; he had moved his upper body off her slightly. "You are most satisfying." He started to lift himself off of her, he was stopped for a moment then she released him from her hold. He rolled onto his back then looked back to her. "Share my shower."
She lifted an eyebrow; her immediate thought was not to move. She was tired.
Worf stood then reached across to her and lifted her into his arms then carried her into the large shower stall. He turned on the water. It was hot and very relaxing. The water jets came at them from all angles and a full body length.
T'Aitlu closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth this provided. She had felt the weakening thread between them. She had been surprised that she had lost consciousness but it had lasted for only a few moments. Just long enough for their bodies to recover. She had wished to lie there with him longer but she had picked up the thought from him that if he remained, he would have become aroused again. It appeared the Klingon physiology was geared to assure conceptions just as the Vulcans were during pon farr.
Worf took the soap and began to lather her back. He had gathered her hair and moved it aside to be dealt with later. He found a few bruises, markings of his fingers on her hips. He discovered other marks he had caused, apologizing in a whispered tone.
"By morning all will be healed." She assured him. She had taken the soap from his hands and began the same inspection of his back. She had left scratches and a few bruises on his body. "I will help heal these."
"It is nothing to concern yourself over." Worf lifted her face and bent down and kissed her with a gentle passion. He felt her hands resting at his hips, the soap still in her hand. He moved away slightly as her hands caressed his chest with the soap and then with her hands. Her touch was firm yet gentle just as it had been that first night on Betazed.
T'Aitlu was moving back down his body and she noted his arousal. She lifted her eyebrow. "You wish this again?"
He laughed softly. "In your presence, it is a constant desire." He took the soap from her hand and drew her to him. He captured her mouth. His tongue reached in tasting her unique flavour. He placed the soap on the shelf as he continued the kiss.
She felt his hard member pressing against her stomach. She did not wish to leave him in this state. Her hand slipped between their bodies and wrapped around him.
He gasped at her touch, stopping her. "Vulcans are not the only ones that have learned meditative techniques." He removed her hand somewhat reluctantly. "I will deal with it."
T'Aitlu reached for the soap then returned to soaping his body, seemingly content with his statement. "Even a Vulcan would bow to the logic of allowing their lover to give pleasure." She moved around to do his back, her hands full of soap and caressing his back and his firm buttocks.
Worf looked over his shoulder at her. "I am not Vulcan."
Her hand caressed the back of his thigh, her hand moved up then slipped between his legs. His reaction was immediate.
Worf gasped and his body stiffened. He moaned, reached for her hand then pulled it around his waist. He closed his eyes and tried calming his reaction.
T'Aitlu pressed herself against his back, she went up on her toes to reach his ear, "Bow to the logic. I wish to pleasure thee." She bit gently into his shoulder causing him to moan.
Worf released the hold on her hand. He would give in to Vulcan logic, this time. He moaned softly as she soaped up his back then began to caress his stomach. Her hand moved lower then gently wrapped itself around his hard organ. She pressed herself against his back and began to stroke him. This felt strange, but very pleasing.
T'Aitlu closed her eyes and rested her head against his shoulder. She concentrated touching his body and his reactions. She reached up with her free hand to his minor contact points. It would be just enough that she would be guided by his desires. Her fingers teased the tip of his aching penis before wrapping her fingers around him. She increased the pressure slightly as the stroking continued.
Worf spread his legs slightly, for balance. He dropped his head back and groaned. "This is most..." He moaned softly as her hand wrapped tighter. "... unique."
She raised herself on her toes. "Klingon, be quiet."
He smiled, "Yes, T'sai." He felt her other hand slip down his back then between his legs. Her expert touch began to tease at his scrotum. He inhaled at the effect this was having on him. His senses were beginning to reel.
T'Aitlu slip her soapy fingers between his cheeks then into his puckered hole. She felt his body tense and then he growled. She felt his hips buck against the intrusion into his body.
Worf was breathing heavily, beginning to thrust into her hand. He had been told once that he was not permitted to help. "Faster." He felt the beginnings of his release.
T'Aitlu moved to press herself tightly against him, her hips matching his rhythm. She pushed her fingers deeper into him and tightened her grip on him. She stroked the hardness, faster and tighter with each moan that she heard. She felt the vibration of his growl and she kissed the back of his neck. He reached to the walls of the stall as the shiver took hold of his body and his thoughts. He shuddered as his release came, his head was thrown back and he cried out.
Her hand had felt the pumping and his release. A most interesting sensation. She shared in this; her own body shuddered through an orgasm. She slipped her fingers slowly out. She felt his knees give out and as he knelt down, she followed. He sat back on his heels. She knelt close to him.
Worf wrapped his hand around hers as his release slowed. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her palm. He moaned. His eyes still closed. He cleared his throat, "I bow to the logic, T'sai."
******
"You should have awakened me." Worf breathed in the scent from her hair as he cuddled closer to her.
T'Aitlu shivered now that she was awake. "I had not realized that I was cold." She tried to stretch out and relax, with his added body warmth she knew she would warm up. "Just very tired and satiated."
Worf smiled. "There is a morning meal that is waiting for us. Are you prepared to eat?" He brushed back her hair tucking her hair between them. Quite honestly, he did not want her to move, nor did he wish to get up. He wrapped his leg around her hip.
"I gather you do not wish morning meal?" She caressed his arm that had wrapped around her.
"Not yet." He sighed. "I wish to wake up with you in my arms every morning."
T'Aitlu closed her eyes and listened to his breathing and heartbeat. She did not respond to his spoken desire. She was acutely aware of the fact that this was not a permanent arrangement. Worf would be returning to his duties and she to hers. Being held in his arms such as she was, she was slowly beginning to warm.
"There is a robe in the closet for you to wear." Worf stated, unsure of her silence. He started to sit up but she held him fast.
"Remain a little longer?"
Worf flipped his hair back then lay back down, tucked in tight against her. "As I said, I could remain here for the entire morning if you wished."
"That will not be necessary."
"I did not ask if it was necessary. I asked if it was desired." Worf had closed his eyes against the brightness that was creeping into the room. He felt his stomach complain about the lateness of his morning meal. "I will get our food and bring it in here." He sat up.
"No. I will do this." T'Aitlu moved faster than he did. She moved to the closet, pulling out the single short robe. She slipped it on then turned to Worf.
He gestured for her to return to the bed. She knelt on the bed. He brushed her hair back then kissed her. "You do not have to. I am quite capable of obtaining a meal and bringing it in here."
"You are the TaskMaster, it is not your place." She met his dark eyes.
He was taken aback at the reminder. It was almost as if he had forgotten. "And you are...?" He almost hated asking.
"I am the TaskMaster's Odalisque." She reached forward and caressed his cheek, then ran her fingertips along his lips. There was more at play here, between them, but after he returned to his duty she would be here with duties of her own.
"Not here and now." Worf stated. He pulled her back down onto the bed. He brushed his lips against hers then continued down her neck. He opened her robe slowly as the kisses moved lower.
She gently urged his mouth back to hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. He lifted his head and both were breathing heavily. "Then what am I to you?"
Worf thought about how to explain this. "The first night, the massage and maybe even the first time we were together..." His hand traveled down her body. The robe he had purchased for her was a heavy Deltan silk, it matched her every curve. "You were Odalisque then. But now, you are more." His hand moved up her body, teasing her slightly, and then he held her chin firmly. "You are so much more." He kissed her, his tongue reached into her mouth. "You are my passion..." He felt his body beginning to respond again, as he knew it would. He lay back taking her with him. He lifted his head as he brushed back her hair.
He growled softly, "The meal will wait."
~~~~~"The Goodbye..."~~~~~
She woke up slowly, it was still dark as it always was and turned slowly over. She was presented with the sight of his back and could not help but caress the warm skin, and the ridges that went down his back. Her hand snaked around his waist then she cuddled closer to him. She brushed his long hair out of the way then kissed the back of his neck. She brushed her lips in his hair.
"If you are trying to awaken me, it has worked." He half whispered in his deep voice. He cleared his throat then turned to face her. "You are awake early."
"I had this sudden urge to be held by you." She moved closer. She took pleasure in feeling his voice rumble in his chest. Even when he whispered his chest rumbled.
He nodded sleepily, his eyes still half closed. "Turn then." He was not quite ready to wake up. He pulled her in close to his body. He kissed her hair then closed his eyes.
She held his hand intertwined in hers, pulling it in close. She closed her eyes and began to think of the day's schedule. She knew he wanted more sleep and she would do her best to accommodate him.
He snaked his arm under the pillow then across her shoulders, his other hand that held hers, pulled her hips closer to his body. He pushed the growing erection against the warmth of her back. "See what you have started." He whispered in her ear.
"Me?" She whispered back in that innocent tone. She pressed her hips back slightly. "I have no control over that...." She was smiling.
He sighed. "It appears neither do I..." and he kissed the back of her neck. He moved his hand from hers, caressing down her stomach then down her leg. He lifted her leg slightly then slipped his knee between her legs. His hand slipped up her warm skin to rest against her sex. She moaned softly then placed her hand on top of his.
They lay together for a little bit of time like this and the only movement was his finger against her nub. Teasing touches that he knew would arouse her body. She reached to his face and caressed his cheek then turned her upper body slightly to kiss his chin.
He smiled then nuzzled her neck. "I wish to sleep some more."
"Then sleep." She turned back, pulled the covers up and wrapped his arm around her waist. She settled against him then sighed.
His hand caressed her arm, lightly and slowly. His hand smoothed the skin along her shoulder then up her neck. He brushed back her hair then kissed her ear.
"I thought you wanted to sleep." She spoke softly.
"I am dreaming." He whispered in her ear then kissed the tip of her ear.
******
She turned to face him, the blanket wrapped around her. "Thinking."
"Couldn't you think somewhere warmer?" He looked to the sun just beginning to rise. He shivered from the fact that he wore nothing on his feet and the stone of the patio was cold and damp. "I will make some tea."
"Worf." She asked as she pulled the blanket that surrounded her, tighter.
"Yes." He moved to her side. Her hair was messed from their nocturnal activities and the blanket she had wrapped around her had it trapped half in and half out. She did not resemble the impeccable Vulcan that one met in the Shop corridors.
"You have to leave?"
Worf looked down to the stonework. He paused for a moment before he answered. "I have duty to Starfleet. I am expected." He tilted his head slightly; he had not known her to question the inevitable. "I will visit."
She nodded. She looked out to the sunrise. The colours were spreading slowly across the sky. She looked to the tall Klingon as he brushed then held her hair back. "They will send a ship for you."
"Yes." Worf lifted her chin, ran his thumb along her lips then bent down to kiss her. "Come back to bed. You are cold. We can talk there."
"We do not talk." She stated quietly with a slight smile on her lips. She lifted her eyebrow then kissed him. She ran her fingertips along his lips realizing that she would miss this. All of this had taken her by surprise. This affection for him that seemed to overtake her. In all the time she had been here, with all the people she had been in contact with, no one had made her feel this connected. She was not sure this pleased her.
Worf held her hand as he pressed his lips against her palm. "Come, tell me." He urged her back into the room. He reached for the heavy robe he had purchased for her. He kept the temperature in his quarters slightly lower than she was comfortable with. He held the robe for her as she slipped her arms into the sleeves. He wrapped it around her as the blanket fell to the floor. "I will make tea. You return to the bed and stay warm."
Worf programmed the heated water then measured the loose tea into the pot. He poured the hot water into the pot. He covered the teapot then placed the cups and pot onto a try. "There is another possibility..."
T'Aitlu was sitting in the bed, the covers pulled around her legs. "A possibility for?"
"It will be two days before I am scheduled to leave. It will be two weeks and then I can return." He sat on the edge of the bed; the tray was carefully placed on the bed. He brushed his hair back over his shoulder. "You could come to DS9 with me."
T'Aitlu shook her head slightly. "I do not believe that would be a good idea."
Worf poured the tea. He passed the cup to T'Aitlu. "As you wish." He stared into the dark liquid in the cup. As he tapped the handle with his finger, concentric circles appeared. He was uncertain as to how to convince T'Aitlu to accompany him. He had little time to accomplish the task.
*******
Her hair was stylized; part of it braided then looped and twisted up. Her outfit was a long tunic, slit up either side; thankfully she wore silk pants underneath. She was carrying her heavy travel robes over her arm and was wearing a knee-length veil draped over her.
Worf frowned. "Why are you dressed like this?"
"I dress to my station." She considered wearing the cape but the air on the station was not exceedingly damp. "I am bonded, but I am not traveling with my bond-mate. I serve as your odalisque. A concubine."
Worf grunted. "I do not like this."
"Tradition dictates how I dress." She waited for a moment. "I am not permitted to precede you."
T'Aitlu felt the thrill from just his slight touch. She had to be very careful that she did not form a bond with this man, as great as the temptation was.
The walk through the station to the area that led to Worf's shuttle was an interesting one. Worf had never had to walk through any area attracting this much attention. When they finally reached the gate to the shuttle, he checked with the ensign and was told there would be a delay of three hours.
"We have time to eat." He told T'Aitlu. He led the way to a near-by restaurant with private rooms. The restaurant had been designed to accommodate a variety of species and because of the varying diets, found that it was profitable to have these private areas. Their meals were ordered and he closed the door. "You definitely attract far too much attention."
T'Aitlu felt his arm wrap around her pulling her close to him. Her body molded itself to the solid body she had come to know intimately. "This will not change," she had learned that over the years. "Unless I wear my robe and the hood up."
He considered it for a moment as he lifted her veil from her. "I do not believe that will be necessary."
"And until then...?" She brushed her lips in his beard then kissed his lips softly.
"I will growl and they will leave us alone."
******
Worf had finished the large salad and was working on the rice and vegetables, a concession when he ate with her. "There is a problem." It wasn't a question, it was something he suspected.
T'Aitlu poked at her food, re-arranging the rice and vegetables on her plate. "Not a problem." She paused then sipped some of the water. "I had not realized there would be as many telepaths. I have not been with ones that I must shield from in a long time."
"I had not realized that it would be a problem for you." Worf rested his elbows on the edge of the table, his hands clasped together and he watched her for a moment. He had not wanted to leave her so she had decided to accompany him to the station to meet the Starfleet shuttle. The station itself was busier than he had anticipated. She was not revealing all that she was concerned about. "Do you wish to return? It can be arranged. You do not need to wait."
"I wish to wait with you." T'Aitlu finished a little bit more of her water then pushed aside her plate of food. She stood and moved over to the large window that looked out into the stars. This traveling was upsetting to her in general, and there was a desire to remain with Worf as long as possible, however illogical it was. She rested her hands on the ledge as she watched the arrival of a few small ships. The activity seemed to be constant.
"Then your mood..."
"It is from traveling, nothing more." She spoke quietly. She listened to his movements as he finished his meal. He then stood behind her. His hand caressed her arm as he kissed the back of her neck. She felt his other hand snake around her waist and pull her closer towards him. She rested her head against his shoulder.
"You wish to rest?" He asked. He had felt this quiet mood envelope her as they prepared the meal. "I have matters that I can occupy myself with if you wish to be alone."
"It is not necessary." She closed her eyes to the approaching vessel, one she could not even identify. She rested her hand on his, intertwining her fingers with his. "If there are matters that you must attend do, please do so. Do not allow my presence to alter your schedule."
"We can trip over each other for the next few hours, attempting to make the other feel comfortable or..." he turned her to face him, "we can discuss the problem." He lifted her chin, as his thumb brushed her lips. "And just to clarify, I do not have other matters, nor, am I expected any where else in any way shape or form." He kissed her gently. "I do wish to tour the station with you, if you wish to see it." Worf wrapped his arms around her. "Or I could carry you into any bedroom and share pleasures with you there."
T'Aitlu was silent for a moment. "Worf, how does one go about obtaining a bondmate in your culture?"
Worf frowned. There was no reason for her to ask about this. His curiosity concerning Vulcans mating habits equalled her own at times. "Why do you wish to know?"
T'Aitlu moved from the security of his arms, to the other side of the window. She should see the edge of the space station from this angle. "Satisfying a curiosity, nothing more."
"I may not be telepathic but I do know when you are not telling me everything." Worf leaned against the framework of the window. He knew that if he pushed the issue that she would end the discussion.
She looked out into the darkness and the stars. "I have considered the notion of breaking my bond." She did not want to even watch his reflection for a reaction. This living in limbo had begun to wear on her of late. She could neither look to someone when she wished the company of a bond nor could she seek out someone to satisfy the urgings of wanting a bond.
It was Worf's turn to be silent. He was not certain what to say or what he was expected to say. He observed this Vulcan female for some time before he said anything, and then he only cleared his throat. He was at a loss.
T'Aitlu looked to the silent Klingon. "Forgive me, joH Worf. It is the travel that has my thoughts so..." She closed her eyes, stopped her tears and calmed the panic that had started. "I require rest."
Worf watch as she headed to the opposite wall then stop and turn to face him. He tilted his head slightly then wet his lips.
With her back to him, she bowed her head slightly, allowing the tears to fall, but only for a moment or two. She stopped them the moment she heard the door open, the waiter had entered to clear the dishes. She quickly dried her tears then bit her bottom lip.
Worf waved away the waiter. He crossed the room to her. "I am concerned."
"There is nothing to concern yourself over."
"There is the matter of your tears."
"They have stopped. No harm has been done."
Worf moved closer to her, standing directly behind her, his hands caressing her arms slowly. He felt her sigh and her shiver. He brushed her ear with his lips, tasting the very tip. "You know how I feel." She leaned against him slightly, her body shivered again. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly, her back pressed against him. She tilted her head exposing her neck to him. His lips brushed the warm skin, tasting, then threatened to bite her flesh.
Her hand reached up to touch his cheek, a part of her wish for him to mark her as he wished to. His breath was felt against her throat, it caused her heart to quicken and her breathing to deepen. His fingers opened the closure on her tunic, then his mouth moved onto her shoulder. She felt light headed at the slight pain as his teeth marked her skin. She reached to the back of his neck and held him in this awkward hug.
Worf ran his hand down the front of her tunic. His hand searched for the side opening, reaching in to touch her warm skin. She gasped, whispered, "T'hy'la," and her fingernails gently raked his neck. His hand reached across her stomach then moved up to her breast. His hand cup the globe of flesh, his fingers reached up to the nipple teasing it to hardness.
"I do not wish another, My Vulcan." He whispered in her ear. He growled deep in his throat then pulled her to him. "If you were free to mate, that would please me."
"It would please me as well, if I were in a position to decide either way." She turned in his arms, staring into the dark eyes that could, at times, hold her immobile. She ran her fingertips over his face. Tracing his features, committing them to memory, every smooth spot, every indentation, and every bump on his forehead. "There are moments when I am in your arms and I forget..." Her fingers had moved to unbind his hair; she ran her fingers through the length. "... everything," she lifted herself up on her toes and tasted his lips. "Sometimes I wish to forget." She admitted and her lips brushed against his.
"Forget what?" He asked in a soft voice. He too had found himself lost in her.
"Forget that there are others. Forget that I am bonded. Forget that I desire anything other than thee." She traced his lips with the tip of her tongue.
*********
It had been only a day since her return to the shop without him. The return trip had been in silence; even Taurik had not spoken to her. He seemed to know that she needed this isolation. Worf would not allow her to travel back unattended and had arranged for Taurik to meet her.
She had tried to sleep in her own bed, but in the middle of the night had come here.
"Ah, here you are." Taurik spoke quietly but had still startled her. "I ask forgiveness, T'sai. He took in her manner of dress and that the Klingon's robe had been left behind. He had not seen orders that the room could be re-used. "joH Worf will be returning?"
"In about ten days." T'Aitlu watched as the sun became visible. She sighed softly then pulled the robe in a little tighter. "You required me for something?"
"I came with first meal. I wished to share it with you. It is a privilege I have not had for some time." He stood in the doorway, with his hands clasped behind him.
T'Aitlu nodded as if pre-occupied. She moved back into the room, Taurik moving out of her way as she did. She slipped off the robe and laid it on the chair that was by the door. She looked around the room then closed the double doors that led outside. "We will eat in my chambers."
"As you wish, T'sai." Taurik followed her, closing the door behind him.
In her chambers the table had been elaborately set. T'Aitlu turned to Taurik, "The reason?"
"A missed pleasure, nothing more." He gestured for her to sit down. He would serve her this morning. "I trust returning to the familiar routine will be welcome."
"Yes." T'Aitlu drank the tea and began to eat the fruit and kreyla bread. She half way through her meal and their conversation was about the day's activities. She felt another presence and turned in the chair towards the doorway.
She stood then bowed her head, "S'haile. I had not been informed that you had returned." She was unsure of how to greet him. She felt his pull and how much she had missed it.
"T'sai." Selek returned the polite greeting. "I arrived just a little while ago. I had expected a little more activity." He had been noticing some of the new additions and the redecorating that had been done.
"Not everyone has returned as of yet." She placed her napkin down on the table then moved towards him, her arms wrapped around his neck and he pulled her into a hug. "You have been missed."
"I have missed this place." Selek stepped back and looked at her. "And you." He sighed. "Tell me about all the changes. There seems to be a few."
T'Aitlu walked with Selek back towards his office. "Your business with the other shop is completed?"
"Yes." Selek peeked in a few of the rooms as the passed them, empty for the present. "There maybe the occasional trip, but they will be short." He stopped as he reached his office. "Taurik had no problems as TaskMaster?"
T'Aitlu hesitated. "He did not serve as TaskMaster."
"Selek!" Salatrel ran down the hall and then wrapped her arms around the Vulcan as he tried to hold his dignity in check. "We missed you." She planted a kiss on his mouth then stepped away from him. She folded her arms, titled her head and continued in a very dignified manner. "So what do you think of Worf being the TaskMaster while you were gone?"
Selek raised an eyebrow. "Worf?"
Salatrel nodded, "You haven't told him yet?"
"I was just about to." T'Aitlu stated.
"The Klingon?" Selek could not picture this at all. He looked to the Rihansu, "The one with the beard?"
"Yes." Salatrel smiled. "He was quite good." She nudged T'Aitlu with her elbow, "Wasn't he, T'Aitlu?"
*******And life returns to 'normal' at the Shop.....
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