I originally had this and the next two chapters in another upcoming fic called "Tales of the Kama Sutra", but since there will be one position per couple in that fic instead of two for each, I did not want to pressure myself, but you get to see three of the best couples in here. :) Worf and Jadzia Dax, Odo and Kira Nerys, as well as Weyoun and his love, Mia, from the first in a trilogy I am doing.

I recall from "Penumbra" in season 7 when Ezri Dax rescued Worf, in discussing his late wife much to his displeasure, that in result of their lack of having a conversation, she brought up his and Jadzia's wedding night, but it wasn't fully explained because she was still "sorting out the pronouns". Begs the question what he said to her on the wedding night, given his son Alexander WAS the swordsbearer and therefore made him Jadzia's stepson.

Chapter One

Worf and Jadzia

It felt so wonderful to be married, after hectic planning - and dealing with an adverse mother-in-law - and wearing that tight, weighing down leather dress. Jadzia Dax might have felt heavier weight on her body, but it did not change who she was.

She might begin to compromise to fit into Worf's adoptive family, but she would always remain Jadzia Dax, science officer, and an independent woman. Sirella might not entirely welcome her because she was an alien, but she accepted there was nothing she could do about this. She hated Worf, too, but she couldn't change that, either. She might run the House, but Martok was the man of it, and he accepted them both like they were parts of him.

She and Worf were playfully attacked by Julian and Miles, as well as Benjamin and Martok with their ma'stakas as a symbolism of the wedding of Kahless and his wife when they were almost killed by an army centuries ago. Funny but also a bit brutal as she could have sworn she saw Bashir's eyes glinting with real murder...

He had stopped following her, respected their friendship, but that look in his eyes made her a bit uncomfortable. Was it...jealousy?

She tried not to think about it; Julian was her friend and respected everything about her.

The reception to follow was traditional as it should have been on Qo'noS, but the targ had been sacrificed before being brought to Deep Space 9, for the sake of the queasiest of the guests attending. The feasting and partying to follow was boisterous, loud and roaring with fires and bloodwine amongst the Klingons and the bridal pair.

Now she was exhausted to her bones by the time the festivities were over. And she and her new husband were finally alone.

"How does it feel to finally be Mr. and Mrs. Worf?" Dax asked, lounging into her quarters. In two more days, they would have their own, thanks to Sisko. She wrapped her arms around her new husband's neck and kissed him deeply. Both of them were still in their red and animal printed royal garb, the golden crowns on their foreheads, and both were getting hotter, but Worf accepted it unlike Jadzia any longer; she was more than ready to get out of hers.

"It feels...riveting and eternal," Worf answered when they broke their kiss. "In spite of all the trouble."

She shrugged casually. "But it was all worth it, wasn't it...darling?" she purred, leaning against his face again for another brush of the lips. He murmured wordlessly against her mouth in response; that was a good enough answer for her.

"You were right, as well, with having Alexander a part of this. Had we done this by the time the war was over, I don't think I would have seen him again for a long time," he spoke. "I suppose I should thank you after all for having it in Quark's bar."

Dax chuckled. Was there ever a time where she was wrong? And when was he ever wrong, too? The wedding would have worked on Qo'noS, but to be surrounded by their friends and makeshift family on Deep Space 9 was just as special. As long as it was the wedding he had dreamed of that he brought to life just for them, made her happy and she made him happy, then that was all that mattered.

The both of them knew that no matter more of their arguments to come, they would always balance perfectly regardless of their differences. There would always be a way to compromise in the end. But that still made her a member of his family. "That means I get to welcome Alexander as my new stepson," she said. He nodded.

"It had been a long time since he had a mother, but he now lives the warrior's life as his father," Worf answered, somewhat disgruntled as he had not married Alexander's mother because he did not learn of his own son's existence until a year later - that had been her fault, as in a lot of cases. "I'll still hear from him whenever we can, but it'll be a long time to see him, as you said."

He parted from her. "I was saving this for after the wedding. I have a...gift for you. Courtesy of General Martok and Lady Sirella."

She almost snorted. Martok, yes - Sirella? She just about laughed. They might have cooled down, but she'd never acknowledge that old hag as her mother-in-law. Nevertheless, Worf reached to his belt and pulled out something from a small pouch, took her left hand into his and slipped something on her finger. Gasping, Jadzia felt her senses overloaded as she beheld heightened passion and devotion on her hand. The ruby was a deep, powerful red, round and set in rose-gold, surrounded with small diamonds for purity. "Oh, Worf!"

"Two beating Klingon hearts - it seemed to be appropriate enough. I saw it first, and Martok surprised me with it as a gift. He thought you would love it."

"I do." She wrapped her arms around him again and brought him down for another kiss. The longer she was in this dress, the hotter she got - she had forgotten in the midst of talking about Alexander and now this beautiful new ring on her finger, that she remembered the heavy torridity of this red leather dress just now. She pulled back and turned her back to him. "Would you help me out of this?"

The sooner the tight leather and velvet was pushed from her body, the better she could breathe and sigh in relief. That left her in her underwear and the crown still on her forehead, the latter which she removed on her own and turned around to face him. She set it down on the table beside them before kneeling down and taking her boots off, her underwear last before helping her husband out of his garb. Once the deed was finished, they tumbled onto her bed together, enduring another steamy lip-lock before arousal reached boiling point and both got into a kneeling position in front of each other.

Jadzia moaned when he entered her, as she straddled him and wrapped her thighs around him to bring him in, and her arms once again went around his neck. Grunting, Worf embraced her in return as he eased in and out of her, penetrating her gently at first before picking up the pace. Her breasts massaged against his chest, her lower heat sliding over him to make the movements easier for them both and avoiding serious injury. Not that she minded serious injury, but that part of her body was always to be taken care of to avoid anything dangerous. With the exception of the first time, and this wasn't her first time.

She was not able to speak anymore - not that she felt like talking anyways - and neither was he, except the utterings of their names.

"Worf..."

"Jadzia..."

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