Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek Enterprise, both in this Universe and the Alternate one. Tia Anlor and other original characters not appearing in the show are my own.
This story opens in our Universe, then moves to the Alternate Universe first introduced in TOS Episode 'Mirror, Mirror' and frequently visited in DS9. The details herein are intended to follow the Canon as established in 'In A Mirror, Darkly'. This story takes place in an unspecified time before 'I.A.M.D.', but sets up everything so we can go right into the televised episode.
The Terran Empire is made up of men and women living by an amoral code that allows them to comfortably perform the most perverse acts in accomplishing their goals. Loyalty is only to one's self, yet loyalty to the Empire and the military authorities is enforced in the most brutal manner. Betrayals, subterfuge, shifting of loyalties when it serves the best interest of the individual, the attainment of power by any means necessary are the norm. If you don't know the Terran Empire, these are NOT the people you know. Catch the 'In A Mirror, Darkly' episode.
My next Mirror Universe episode follows 'In A Mirror, Darkly' and follows the events immediately after Hoshi declared herself Empress.
This story takes place in my on-going series somewhere between 'Cross and Crown' and 'Time Stream'.
Rating: M; Mature Content and Situations. Violence, Intrigue, Rape, Betrayal and Murder. (In other words, a typical three days in the Empire.)
Face in the Dark Mirror
By: JMK758
This Side of the Mirror
Commander Charles Tucker III, 'Trip' to his friends, leaves his refresher, still damp from his shower, and ties a towel about his waist as his main door slides open. Startled, he turns to the young blonde woman standing in his doorway, her hands hidden behind her back.
The woman's body is tinted golden in much the same way a human's would be pink, as is natural for an Auran who'd evolved on a planet where gold is as plentiful as iron is on earth, and which performs the same basic life functions. In fact, she could pass for a human woman in her late 20's if not for this and several internal differences. But now, looking at her, the differences aren't at all apparent to Trip.
"Tia!" Seeing the Auran Exobiologist is the high moment of any day.
"Dampris ilinta, Shar-les, mrunion Salyuuni," she says softly with a most appreciative smile, her voice and Auran accent ear candy to him.
x
Tia Anlor, former slave and refuge of the planet Aura, quite enjoys the view of this most handsome human, her very closest friend aboard this strange and fascinating starship. Seeing him in his uniform is an intense pleasure; he in civilian clothes is ecstasy; seeing him like this is filvaseil! Humans simply don't have a word for what it feels like.
x
"Good morning," he'd greeted her in English. He's noticed that she occasionally called him 'Salyuuni', at least since returning from Risa, but she has never explained it and he didn't press an answer. He supposed it meant something like 'honey', but this was not the time to point out his continued ignorance of Auran. "Won't you come in? And close the door?" he emphasized, liking the draft on his wet skin as little as the possible exposure he risked should someone pass.
"Anston," she apologized, stepping in and allowing the door to close behind her. She kept her hands behind her back, but he took a moment to linger on what he could see.
She was wearing a very brief pale blue top of a very light material, which attached by a single button atop her left shoulder, leaving her right bare. The color, he thought, highlighted her golden tinted skin marvelously. Another single button at her left side, under her arm and below the level of her breasts, was all that held the very brief material in place. It didn't come even a millimeter beyond her breasts, where the button held the material hugging her body, the sheer material clinging to her.
The skirt was of the same pale blue attached with a single small button at her left hip, leaving her left thigh covered, yet exposed with any step. The sheer material hung past her hips less than a centimeter this side of decency.
It was fortunate there were few breezy areas aboard a starship but still, walking here, she must have been giving his fellow shipmates a tantalizing display.
He knew very well that, to Aurans, no part of the body had any distinction above any other, that clothing served the single function of keeping warm if needed and it was usually fairly warm on Enterprise, and that the human concept of 'modesty' was just that – human. But still this was less than he had seen her wear in public in quite some time. Less, and quite better. "You look spectacular."
"Ealyiis, Shar-les," she kept her voice to a soft almost whisper. "Hoped I you like would."
"I do." He looked down at himself. "But I'm afraid you caught me at a bad time," he said, indicating the towel wrapped about his middle. Granted, they had very few secrets from each other in that area, but still….
She shook her head. "Nyas, Shar-les. I you 'bad time' at milin – um, catch nyasi. Each ilinta – um, morning," she corrected, finding it very hard to concentrate on English when looking at him like this, "0655 enter the refresher you do, exit at 0710, and your quarters leave at 0735 to reach the Mess Hall at 0741. Open I the door at 0710.30."
He grinned, realizing it was wholly intentional, and how carefully she had contrived it. "I've gotta be less predictable."
"Nyas. Fun would that be nyasi."
He noted she still kept her hands behind her back. "Tia, what do you have behind your back?"
Her smile broadened as she carefully brought two silver metal covered dishes, one stacked upon the other, forward while at the same time giving an enticing wiggle of her hips.
"Wanted I to ealyiis, um – to 'thank you' for last night say. Thought I you breakfast would bring."
He smiled, vastly pleased. "There was no need to thank me. In fact, I thank you. As I recall, we both had a very good time."
"Daai," she said, the Auran word for yes sounding to human ears as day-eye. "Need there is," she told him with a playful smile.
"For what?" he asked, falling into her mood. "Dinner? The movie … or dessert?"
Her smile was both sweet and anticipatory as she looked at him appreciatively. "The movie for. Enjoy it much I did." For the past two Tuesdays, and for the next seven coming, the crew had been watching an ancient video nine film series, the long saga of 'Star Wars'. Last evening had been 'Episode 2: Attack of the Clones'. "Though the biology wrong get they did, and Ensign Mayweather much amused the ship flight by is; much fun was it. Favorite character enjoy I do."
"Oh, who? Anakin? All the women seem to like him."
She shook her head. "Nyas. Care I him for nyasi. I my own 'Jedi Knight' here right have."
Trip could feel a blush rising in his face at her smile. "Well, thank you." He wasn't quite sure what to say, so tried to steer the conversation back away from him. "So, who's your favorite?"
"Yoda."
"Yoda?" he asked, surprised.
"Daai. Finally someone see I who speak properly to knows how."
Trip couldn't help but laugh, and Tia's smile showed she enjoyed his mirth as well.
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"But before here come; knew thing I about human 'dessert' nyasi," she continued, stepping past him to his desk, aware of his eyes caressing her. "Like I it more than when Hoshi and Liz we 'dessert' eat. Like yours better!"
"My own special flavor." She stopped, breath caught in her throat at the word, momentarily lost in an appreciative recollection before she could force herself to move again.
She bent to put the covered dishes down, bending quite low. She stayed for several seconds, seemingly positioning the dishes to get them just right while feeling his eyes petting her.
She offered a grateful thought to Hoshi and Liz, who'd taught her a lot about what things interested human men as opposed to Aurans, and how to go about accentuating them. It was all still very, very new for her; but she was a quick and very motivated student as she learned just what things had the best effect upon the only one who mattered.
When she straightened up quite a few seconds later, she felt his hand slip under her long, golden hair so his fingertips touched the side of her neck.
She gasped sharply, freezing involuntarily for an instant as he touched her lightly, the only sound she could make. Her soft high exclamation communicated her sensations to him far better than English or Auran words. She straightened, stood before him, her sharp breath making her chest heave. As he gently caressed the side of her neck with just his fingertips, every sharp breath became a moan or high exclamation of sensual joy. He tickled her from behind her ear to her shoulder and her high breaths quickened as he almost brought her over.
The spot, on each side of her throat, was one of several erogenous areas for Aurans that were her former close secret even from him, and she was so happy when he'd accidentally found it.
Since then, on occasion in the crew Mess, with people completely unaware of what was going on beside them, he had given her private and secret pleasure. One time, during a concert in a crowded and darkened Mess Hall cum Theater, he had brought her to satisfying, intensely fiery orgasm with no one nearby even aware.
His left hand slipped under her arm to open the button on her pale blue top, letting it hang freely now almost curtaining her full breasts as his hands came up under it, cupping her, riding them as they rose and fell with every sharp breath he drew from her as his lips replaced his fingers at her throat. She gave a soft ecstatic cry as his lips found the best spot. Her hands came back to seek him, finding all she could reach from behind as she caressed his flesh, still at this moment warmer than hers. She leaned back against him, feeling his hot chest damp against her back.
Humans were about two degrees warmer than Aurans under normal conditions, but she was well aware that they were both getting rapidly warmer; and knew that her body heat would far surpass his maximum long before they were relaxed again. He had, in fact, more than once commented on her hot body burning him both inside and out.
Though human's can be fooled, her musculature was as distinct as her other properties, and more often than saying she was burning him he'd cried out in pleasure / pain as, in the throes of orgasm she'd convulsed upon him, holding him in place as his seed was forced out with his screams. She doesn't want to hurt him – ever, but then he's never seemed to mind after they'd recovered.
Having thought that brief, rational thought, she threw away any rational interference.
x
He held her cupped in his hands, his thumbs stroking her golden nubs lightly, feeling them respond to his touch as his lips pressed to her hot throat. Her golden color was high, every breath was punctuated by a small mewling of pleasure that couldn't be contained, growing in pace and pitch.
Her left hand left him for a moment to fumble with the button at her shoulder, and a moment later her pale blue top fluttered down to the floor.
"This is like another Earth custom," he told her, his lips at her heating throat as she leaned back to him, snuggling into his chest, the vibration of his words sending shivers of delight through her.
"What that is?" she gasped.
"Breakfast in bed."
"Ohh. Oh, Aura. How served is that?"
"Usually very fresh." He caressed her nipples as she pressed her saucy bottom into him, wiggling about until she settled on just the right spot. "Hot." His left hand drifted downward along her hip, slipping under the pale blue skirt, finding her. "Moist." 'And Hot!'
She cried out loudly as he touched her. Moving wildly against him, he barely able to hold on, she gasped sharply and his right hand leaped to her mouth an instant before she screamed.
He almost lost his grip and support of her as he tried to muffle her shriek, and he flashed back to their first time together, when her first experience of fulfillment with him had shattered every piece of glass (shower included) in his quarters.
He'd learned to read her quickly after that.
She rode his body, unable to do anything else until the first wave passed and she leaned back against his body with a contented sigh. But as his hand cautiously came down again, he discovered she was far from sated.
She turned quickly, her left hand undoing the tiny button at her hip, the other tugging at the tie of his towel. The garments raced one another to the floor. "Oh," she gasped excitedly. "Found breakfast have!"
He pulled her close, kissing her passionately, her body scorching his. He'd never thought of testing her temperature at these times and didn't think of it now. He knew the answer would be startling, but that wasn't the emotion he sought.
He kissed her fervently, their tongues dueling sensuously, and she returned measure for measure, hers hot in his mouth. But this was not an Auran gesture; she kissed him because she knew he enjoyed it, and his lips found her throat again as she cried out, reaching for him.
"Tia?"
"Daai?" she gasped, her voice rising in pitch, her chest heaving against his, her body like a furnace.
"Those plates," he whispered against her throat as she cried out in mounting ecstasy.
"Daai?" she gasped.
"They're empty, aren't they?"
Head thrown back, breasts pressed against him "Daai!"