If anyone can remember "Change of Heart", the one night where the couple gets in bed - who can forget Jadzia in the fur blanket and then Worf joining her? ;) However, since "Change of Heart" was changed for "Keevan and Annora: Forged in the Desert Heat", and Jadzia is alive in the Vorta Brides Trilogy, feel free to envision this any time after they are married.
Chapter Nine
Worf and Jadzia Dax: Butterfly
What could she say when she enjoyed playing tongo with Quark - only to lose to him in two hundred and six straight games in a row over the last month?
She would always play a deep game and gain the upper hand when her opponents were least expecting it, but this time in Quark's case, he had the advantage, and from what she heard from her husband, he and O'Brien wagered one bottle of bloodwine against a bottle of Scotch whiskey. And he lost to O'Brien, making her laugh.
Now it was two hundred and seven straight, with thirty-six strips of gold-pressed latinum.
Worf and Miles had watched from overhead, wagered their bet and her husband lost, of course. It would have been hilarious if Miles had the bloodwine even though he shared it with Worf many times before. Something she wanted to toast with him after she won, but this time she wasn't so lucky. And damn it, she almost had Quark! Maybe next time, she promised herself.
And speaking of Worf, he had no consequence of losing to their friend. He'd even sat down beside her as the game was wrapping up, pulling her close to him. As soon as Quark walked away with smug triumph, Worf leaned in to her. "I would rather lose a bet on you than lose on someone else."
"Ooh, good response," Jadzia purred, running her hands over his chest before grasping his shoulders and pulling him down for a kiss. She loved it when he got lovey-dovey, as Mia put it - and as the little girl side of her loved it.
Later that night, they prepared for bed, but Jadzia had more than just bed time on her mind. Sitting at the dresser, combing her hair luscious in her favorite purple slip, she watched as her husband with his great mane let loose behind his back knelt before the cabinet beside their bed, surrounded with four var'Hama candles in honor of the great Kahless whose figurine rested behind the closed doors of the cabinet, which Worf knelt before every night to pray to before bed. Jadzia remembered to learn to make the real candles after they got married and Sirella welcomed her into the family.
It was a great deal to be welcomed into the House of Martok - the general himself adored her from the start, but his wife had been a lot of work. Displaying replicated honor candles had been a critique, then the judgment of her body composition, as well as knowing the secret of her twenty-third maternal grandmother who was really a concubine - and the last straw with her bachelorette party and striking the matriarch, resulting in canceling the wedding. But everything pulled back together if not for their friends.
She and Worf had been married for two months, and they were happy as ever. They never got enough of each other, they still had their fights but always managed to make it work. It was heated passion on her part, but on his, it was spiritual. Husband and wife sharing the same bed every night marked a much stronger union - but not in Martok's case, yet he and Sirella lasted this long. Klingons were all about blunt force and violence for sexual arousal, but Dax wasn't Klingon. She enjoyed the bruising and broken bones, but that was holosuite time. Tonight she wanted to get a little crazy that didn't involve broken bones and muscle pulls.
"Are you still running the drill tomorrow afternoon?" she asked him.
"I was planning to. Why?"
"Because I wanted to recalibrate the external sensors before the night watch comes on duty." And if the external sensors were not redone, the chance of outdated use was slim to none if the Dominion and Cardassia ever tried again to come onto them.
Worf was kneeling before Kahless' figure now when he answered. "We should be done by sixteen hundred hours." She shrugged. That could work. She cracked a grin when she remembered the amazing starship filled with wild party-goers and had organized her bachelorette party coming to DS9.
"Oh, the Sutherland is going to be here the day after tomorrow and -" She stopped when she saw he was in deep prayer, eyes closed and hands over his heart. He must not have heard, and that told her it was no longer necessary to talk to him about fun and party. Well, no matter. She had something better. Standing, Jadzia pulled her slip over her head and held it in one hand as she walked naked around the bed to crawl into her side beneath the fur blanket.
He was done praying to Kahless and closing the doors by the time she was settled in. Excited, Dax held the fur over her body and her slip in the other, ready to get his ball rolling and tossing it at his head. It was a known foreplaying role in human culture. "You were saying?" he said after blowing the candles out, not looking at her.
Grinning, Jadzia threw the gown at him, and it struck him over the face. "Nothing." She assumed the position, baring her back and shoulders as well as those parts of her spots, sitting straight as well as leaning off to the side suggestively. Worf pulled the fabric from his face and looked her over without much of an expression other than how darkened it was.
"I don't feel like talking anymore."
Wordlessly, Worf walked over to her, throwing her gown to the floor and climbing into his side of the bed facing her, pulling the blanket partly from her body so she could crawl on top of him and lock lips with him gently, which soon became firm and heated, the temperature increasing as their embrace did. His strong Klingon hand roamed over her bare body, from her back and sides, down to briefly caress her buttocks and then revert to laying on the side - her side - until finally he was on top of her.
"Going to give me broken bones tonight?" she teased, her lips briefly brushing against his but not kissing this time. He rumbled against her.
"Not exactly," he answered, "but how do you feel about me lifting you off the bed?"
She knew exactly what he was talking about, because she had talked to Mia about two or three similar positions, one involving a blacking out from being lifted too high due to the blood rushing down to your brain, but Jadzia liked the idea. It was an addiction she could never get enough of. "Mmm, show me then, Mr. Worf," she purred. "Lift me up so you can also enjoy the sight of me..."
His erection at its full throttle, Worf freed himself from his sleeping pants and placed himself at her molten spot just to show her how much he wanted her. She moaned when he rubbed against her; pushing off the fur blanket, she showed him her full-breasted chest and spots running downwards all the way. Growling, Worf rose so he sat on his knees, helping her place her legs over both of his shoulders, then grabbed her behind to help with assuming the position. His length tightened at the sight of her teasing him by bringing both hands over both breasts, squeezing the heavy flesh and then pinching the pink buds in the centers until they were hard as rocks. Then she continued down, tracing her sensitive spots until they found her entrance, barely covered with soft, musky dark curls, to which he stopped her.
"That is for me and me alone."
"I love it when you take the role and tease me right back," she gasped when he entered her, jolting her inner muscles to life and began to move in and out at a brisk pace. Her legs threatened to slide off his shoulders the whole time, but she clenched onto him for dear life and laid back, looking up at the ceiling and closing her eyes, wildly moving her head side to side as they made love. Worf grunted, alternating between gentle and rough, his powerful hands grasping her sides while he leaned over her as far as he could go, kissing her and massaging every inch of her...
She fell asleep beside him, her head against his beating heart, until morning broke and the computer woke them both, but somehow, Jadzia did not feel like getting out of bed and wanted to be here with him all day.
The lights turned on, but she pulled the pillow over her face. The frown was evident in his voice. "Jadzia, get up," he said sternly, but she didn't comply. She pulled the fur blanket over herself to cover up more - and then he pulled it down!
"Hey!" she said, laughing, trying to cover herself up, but he was serious about getting up and joining Ops.
So, I am ending it at these two. :) I'm not going to bite up more than I can chew and add more to this, pressurize myself. This was really fun to do, if you ask me. R and R!
