"Come in."
The Ensign remained standing as the doors slid open in front of him. He knew Ezri Dax wouldn't mind him visiting, probably even expected it, but that didn't make him any less hesitant. Obviously finished work for the day he noticed that she was sat enjoying something on her screen, and the more he eventually entered the more he saw of the comfortable situation she had made for herself. Her duty jacket was slung over the back of the sofa, and her boots and socks had been taken off but not yet put away, still lying on the first piece of floor they happened to find.
His eyes found her face and that gorgeous smile which had encapsulated him since the first time he saw it, and now they had grown close his mind couldn't help but race whenever she looked at him like that; so many happy memories they'd had in each others company, laughing at each others jokes and stories. So much potential for something more, but he could never bring himself to believe it was only that simple.
"Come and sit down, I won't bite." Ezri said, scooting across to make room as she waited for him to take his time. As the station's counsellor she could tell why he was so hesitant, but it was as his friend that she wanted to reassure him, tell him there was no reason that his feelings for her should make him nervous. She felt exactly the same way.
Eventually he sat down, not next to her exactly but not wanting to crush her discarded jacket either. He kept his eyes firmly on the screen.
"You ever seen a baseball game? Benjamin gave me a handful of his recordings to watch before his grudge match with the vulcans."
"Not an actual game, I didn't think anyone played it anymore." he eventually managed to get out.
"You'll have to come watch and cheer me on." she exclaimed, one hand lightly hitting his arm to punctuate the jovial nature of her expectations. She knew he'd want to, but didn't know how he'd respond to the idea of cheering for just her instead of the whole team. Not outwardly, at least.
"Sounds great, if I'm not on duty." He tried to sound enthused and like his mind wasn't elsewhere, but knew he wasn't succeeding. He also knew why he was here. She must do as well. Their friendship had grown over the past few weeks, and they could both tell that there was, well, something, there between them. Things they'd said, expressions they'd made; even if he couldn't explain what it was that he wanted, it was obvious that 'just friends' wasn't it.
"Just don't laugh too much if I'm no good though, ok?"
"I'm sure you'll be great" he replied, the only thing bringing the words out so quickly despite his overthinking was the fact they were just pure instinct, "you'd be amazing at anything you put your hand to."
Her eyes darted towards his crotch, and she brought them back as soon as she realised. It wasn't his fault that making subtle references about his physical desires was easier than his emotional ones, and she really couldn't blame him for it either. It's not like she hadn't done it herself during their many late night talks, often about past relationships and experiences their communication was so open. Both had teased each other with endorsements received from previous lovers as an invitation for the other to find out for themselves, yet neither had the courage to take the bait, unwilling to believe it was anything more than tipsy oversharing on a late night at Quark's.
And this was their relationship. Although he was several years older than her they were continually finding new items on the list of what they had in common which more than made up for it. Perhaps the one which drew them together the most however, was the showering each other in endless compliments which expressed the confidence they had in their companion, but not themselves.
'The riskier the road, the greater the profit', he thought to himself, that was how that rule of acquisition went, wasn't it? But what if the risk wasn't his. He'd let himself down so many times before that was just what he did, it was half the reason his head was in a mess in the first place, but he couldn't bear the thought of getting her caught up in it. It had happened before with others, and what he felt for Ezri was something more than what he'd felt for quite a while.
But their conversation continued as it always did, telling each other how they envied their talents, little jokes sparking memories of times past with which to regale the other, and the fires of laughter burnt strong and bright.
All the while she had been getting closer, never too quickly but now they were side by side. Close enough they could each feel the pressure of the other's leg against their own. His head got caught up in the irony that the more pressure he felt, the more pressure he put upon himself, and so he turned back towards the game playing out in front of them. Ezri loved gazing at his face when he couldn't concentrate on her own, he was cute and if looking elsewhere kept him relaxed then she wasn't going to complain. Turning back to the screen herself, she remembered the time when Sisko had explained his love of the game through its non-linear nature. But while anything could happen in the diamond, she knew there was only one direction this narrative was taking as she made the gamble of placing a hand on the inside of his thigh.
If it was left to him, he would still have happily talked for hours, and not just because of his lack of articulation. He always managed to tell his tales eventually, even if he wasn't the best at weaving them; his desire to make Ezri smile and laugh often meant his sentences were barely strung together. Looking at her hand now however, there was only one thing his lips needed to say.
Words that had been longing to be uttered for weeks had finally escaped and were spoken in a way that couldn't be heard, but was instantly understood. Nothing special in the grand scheme of the universe which played out beyond the window behind them, it was just two pairs of lips brought together to place pressure on the other. But for them it was their first, and by the end of the night would just be one of many.
He could hardly believe it had happened, and needed to replay the moment in his head. "I'm sure you can tell how nervous I am..." The words had hung in the air when he finally willed himself to look into her eyes. "Can I just kiss you now?"
And naturally Ezri's face had beamed when she replied "of course you can."
After a few brief seconds of a passion they'd both restrained for too long, Ezri and the Ensign parted to catch their breath, return to the moment, and begin their series of soft, gentle kisses that was the long awaited start of exploring each other. Their tongues made contact as they shifted their bodies towards each other, getting closer in the process. They couldn't help but laugh as they had to rearrange themselves, blindly angling their bodies to find a more comfortable position with neither wanting to end their oral embrace for even just a second.
And the Ensign had to take longer than she did, much to her delight. Although their bodies were now perfectly aligned, he still had to adjust his trousers. The rush of blood had gone to more than just his head and he was fully swollen before he even realised what was happening. He felt embarrassed at reacting so strongly so soon, but quickly relaxed when his lips felt her smile at this latest compliment he was paying her.
"I don't quite know what this is either" she reassured him. Having been through so much herself in recent months, and by inheriting all the thoughts and feelings that came with the Dax symbiont it was fair to say she wasn't the same person she used to be. "I know how you're scared of making promises you can't keep, but this isn't one of those times."
She looked into his eyes, and saw the nerves behind his desire to hold her. "We know each other, and we care about each other. So there's nothing wrong with just exploring this together and seeing where it leads, ok?" He cupped her face when he brought his lips back to hers, and then and there they both knew that the night wouldn't end on the sofa.
With one hand he began to stroke her hair, his fingers combing through her short locks, eventually landing on her shoulder before making its way down her side. Her vest was already visible underneath her shirt which she had undone to maximise her comfort but had yet to take off. The Ensign considered that shirt as he slipped in his hand to stroke her side, the sciences blue part of her uniform which identified her as a member of Starfleet's medical division, and as a counsellor. But it was still only window dressing in terms of her being the most compassionate person he had ever known.
As it opened up away from her body he took this advantage to kiss her neck; soft pecks following the line of spots than ran from her forehead, all the way down. He'd noticed them on her feet when he'd entered, and in his mind he began to follow the trail in-between, the sights that it passed that he would soon be viewing.
Her lips missed the embrace, but as she relaxed into his gentle explorations of her skin she leant her head back into the sofa behind her, all the while exposing more of her flesh for his continuing lips to find. She began to let out a faint moan which soon turned it into a sharp shriek, or maybe more like a giggle, which snapped her from her reverie.
"Just because you said you wouldn't bite," he explained with a gleam in his eye, "doesn't mean I couldn't?" A grin overcame both of them as their eyes locked for the first time since their lips, and while she was used to him using humour to defuse situations which got too close, she couldn't help but enjoy how he used it to get into the spirit of their newfound intimacy.
He began the process of taking off his uniform, undoing his jacket and shirt, and removing them both in one swift motion. By the time he looked back at the partner he could still scarcely believe had felt the way he had, her vest was beyond the sofa, putting her bra and immaculate cleavage now on display. Her fingers were unzipping her trousers when she caught sight of him staring at her body with awe. Deciding that she might be better off freeing his chest instead, her hands left her own clothes and made their way to his. Lifting his tee above his head, she caught his ponytail in the rush to fling it into whichever corner the trajectory of her arms would take it.
She smiled as he caught sight of her panties, just visible in the crack of where she had left her flies undone. With a single finger she began to lift his chin.
"Hey, eyes front" she chastised, though her mocking was more than evident, "my tits are up here."
He happily obliged his orders, she did outrank him afterall, although this wasn't the only way she was his superior. Even just for one lifetime he had always considered his experience rather lacking, and would be the first to admit he was hardly the most confident when it came to anything beyond the boundaries of friendship. Combine this with a noticeable lack of women expressing their interest in him over the past few years, and his current situation was hardly one he was used to.
But not wanting to waste the situation he found himself in now, he leaned forward and began to kiss her body once more. Wrapping his arms around her, his nerves were ablaze at the feelof her skin. The Ensign's strong hands grabbing at Ezri's back were accompanied by delicate kisses as his lips moved down her neck to her chest; her moaning returned as her flesh beneath his lips gradually became softer, rounder, more sensitive to his touch. He felt his bulge stir even more as his lips discovered the tenderness of her breasts.
She revelled in delight at both the euphoria of him accepting her invitation, and the tease of him taking his time. She'd imagined her nipples in his mouth on so many lonely nights that now finally in his arms she couldn't wait any longer. Moving her hands from his thighs, she took hold of his arms and raised them up her back, directing them with obvious intent to the clasp of her bra.
The Ensign swallowed hard. Reality might exceed even his most vivid fantasy, but that didn't mean there weren't obstacles to overcome. But his regular daydreams meant that he'd imagined this moment countless times before, and he wasted no time putting his thoughts into practice. Placing his lips to her bust one last time, he smiled to himself at the thought that it wasn't a kiss good-bye, but more of a 'see you soon'.
Taking quicker leaps than on the way down, his mouth jumped to her shoulder in two nimble motions, and soon he was looking over her back to where he could see the task at had, all while Ezri was busy enjoying the attention her bare neck was now once more receiving. Kisses still mixed with the occasional bite bought him the time he needed, and it wasn't long before his hands were parted with a strip of material in each.
He leaned back in disbelief at what he had done. Not so much at what he had accomplished, although he was glad to be spared the embarrassment had he been fumbling too long, but at what he had achieved. When wishing how he and Ezri could take things further during the evenings they spent together, he often found he was chastising himself for the sexual nature of his thoughts, but he doubted Ezri would mind his imagination now however.
She knew his inner monologue better than anyone, and a nervous chuckle escaped as he thought to himself what she would say if she were Betazoid rather than Trill; after too many glances when he thought she wasn't looking, he would finally see her breasts 'first hand, and in the flesh'...
Groom's waiting at the alter were more stoic. They were perfect.
As he pulled back her bra over her outstretched arms, he couldn't take his eyes off the delicious mounds that were now on view for all the world, or should that be strictly for the Ensign, to see. Never one of a 'bigger the better' disposition, framed by her tantalising spots the two celestial globes were an ideal proportion for his hands which were now making their way towards them.
And her nipples. While hard under her clothing, Ezri's nipples could extend themselves even further now free of her restrictive layers. She resisted the urge to kiss him so she could delight in his face as he took in her body. The requests might never end, drunken Yridians on the Promenade, even close friends after a break up, but this was the one person who deserved them. She also knew he would appreciate them more than most, and it showed.
His extending fingers slowed as they neared, until they rested on her sides while his thumbs gently stroked the underside of her protruding curves. Ezri couldn't tell if he was wavering or teasing but she stroked his arms to increase their physical connection, and bit her lower lip.
He raised his hands to cup her, but still his thumbs would only trace semi-circles below her nipples as she willed him to touch them already. Unable to take anymore she once again placed his hands where she wanted them. She squeezed them in hers, so her tits were squeezed in his, then let go and grabbed him towards her; their lips met once more as his hands began to knead her chest, slowly at first but soon getting faster. Softer then harder he finally tweaked her aching nipples, trial and error to find the right amount of pressure as if Ezri wanted anything more exact than just his hands on her body.
But all too soon she did. The passion of his grip and the frenzy of his tongue continued to stir up the desire in her more than she realised. The yearning she'd felt on all those nights, whether with him so close but so distant, or just her own thoughts and fingers to keep her company, was finding its release and showed no signs of stopping.
Her loins hungered for him. For his touch. His tongue. His hard cock which she could only presume was in as sticky a situation as her own moist pussy. She knew he needed freeing, for the sake of his own unease and clothing as much as her cravings.
Whatever fears he had about crossing the divide with Ezri were long gone, fading out of existence with the rhythm of his hands on her chest, but they were replaced with those about the state of his underwear. His hormones would react how his hormones would react, and likewise he had no control over the pre-cum which added to his impatience to remove his trousers, something which had gone well past the point of even trying to hide from his partner now.
He was taken aback when she removed her tongue from between his lips and pushed him away with the will of force she needed to summon in order to unlock herself from his tantalising embrace. After a quick study of his reaction, surprised but enchanted at the unrestrained corner their liaison was turning, she stood and walked away with all the confidence of a Jem'Hadar who had cornered his prey.
Running her hands down her sides that still had the lingering . of the Ensigns own fingers, she brought them to her waist and began to lower her trousers. They had passed her hips by the time she walked through the door to her bedroom, and all he could focus on was the inviting sight that was the pert curve of her buttocks, nursed by her panties where he longed for his grasp to be.