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Warmth surrounded him, a sensation more comforting than a favorite blanket or a roaring fire. The body of Ro Laren touched him everywhere! His head swam with the knowledge that not only was he receiving pleasure but he was also giving it. The Bajoran in his arms writhed in spasms of delight if her moans were anything to go by. Her hands had reached out, desperate to cling to something, one anchored in his hair pulling his lips down so she could taste them again. The other hand had ensnared the piece of the unrefined crystal from Darvos II. Laren had never been one to engage in a languid pace during sex. She enjoyed the act but found it more of a tension release. All of her encounters had been hurried whether it was due to inexperience or the fact of that was how she liked it. Here now in Reginald's arms being kissed and worshiped she finally realized that she had been missing out. A feeling she had not had since a child coursed through her—joy.
She thought about Reginald with what little mental ability she could scrape together and determined that he was fascinated by the juncture of her neck and collarbone. She wondered if he too would like the same attention paid to the spot. Kissing her way across his cheek and jaw she nibbled on his neck. His reaction was a lustful moan that she could feel reverberating in his chest. She paid more attention to that spot, in turn his hips began move faster. She raised her other leg to hold him to her. The elevation of her limbs allowed him to touch her deep within. She began to cry out Reg thought it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. He rotated his hips to make her emit it again and again. The constant friction from within made her flesh tingle. She could no longer control her voice or her limbs, she held him close to her. Another touch within and the Bajoran stiffened, her hips pushing at his lifting them both off the forest floor. Reg's control frayed and he lost control of his body in one of the most pleasurable ways possible. Through it all he kept his eyes open. The last time he had done this it was in the dark. Even though the sunlight streaming through the forest canopy was simulated it was more fitting. There was no hiding in the shadows, everything was on display—no secrets.
Their heaving breaths eventually slowed. Reg pushed back a strand of her black hair from her forehead before meeting her gaze. The two stared at one another. Reg knew, just like he had known in Ten-Forward, she was what he needed. Laren watched him smile; it made him look a decade younger. The forest exhaled another breeze cooling the sweat on her flesh making her shiver. His eyes darted to their clothing. Neither of them spoke as they dressed. Barclay was lucky, his rumpled appearance cod be shrugged off from the Trevu wake up call. Ro was not so lucky; her uniform had been crumpled beneath them leaving a crease in the back. Even so she didn't care and the fact that she could silence someone with her laser-like stare would keep her immune.
The Arcturians were brought up on charges of running an illegal cloning facility and ordered to make restitution to the Lakun people. The fear of being expelled from the United Federation of Planets was motivation enough. Everyone knew Ro and Barclay had become intimate. It was evident when the Engineer came to his duty shift, while the collar of his uniform covered a good portion of the neck it was not enough to cover the bite mark that Ro had given him. Instead of it being an embarrassment it was badge of honor. No one was going to tease Barclay knowing that he had slept with Ro. Over the next few weeks the crew noticed a change, Barclay was more confident and he never stuttered while in the company of his new lover. The Bajoran was less defensive and many saw that she was affectionate; the Ice Princess as she had been dubbed was melting.