I do not own nor profit from Star Trek or Gene Roddenberrys works

A/N:I know here I am getting away from the ID storyline, but hey, this is why its a FF.

Safiya crept down to the holding cells when she was sure the captain was asleep. The negligent guard was sleeping peacefully at his desk, as Safiya walked by softly.

"Khan." She breathed, catching his attention. He sat upright on his cot, not expecting her to be there, but there she was, back to wearing the clothes that made her look like the gentle soul he knew, a long sleeved tight shirt, and baggy sweatpants that he recognized as his own, before she shrunk them down accidentally. But it was okay, because in all honesty, they looked better on her. She placed her hand on the glass and smiled.

"I missed you." She whispered, placing her head on the glass. A tear falling from her cheek.

"I missed you, but I am back now." He spoke gently, placing his hand where hers was placed.

"Khan, I think I've become more like you." She chuckled softly. "Tonight, my thoughts of peace were gone, just anger, rage, desire, and all I could think of was tearing down every wall that stood between me and you." She looked into his eyes, knowing he was so close, and yet still so far.

"And yet here I have become more like you." He murmured, trying to keep his voice low. "I can admit to myself how much I care for you, and now, I can admit it to you. But how I thought I lost you, that Admiral Marcus had killed you."

"What do you mean? Why would he kill me?" She questioned him. They both sat down, as Khan told her more of his conversation with the Admiral.

Tears of anger sprang to her eyes. "John, I, I don't know what to say. I never thought he would do that to me." She sighed. "I hate him, Khan. I hate him." She shook her head.

"As do I, but leave that to me, Safiya. My hands are already stained, let me be the one." He begged. She could only oblige.

"Khan, I've got to get back, but, I will be back for you." She sighed, not wanting to leave him, but knowing she had to for the sake of their plans. She was angrier now than she ever had been, hearing of Marcus' treachery.

They were out there, stuck on a nearly dead ship, with no way of warping back to Earth without causing serious damage to their nearly fried warp core. Safiya walked the bridge, her mind traveling back to the portable transwarp beaming device that John had used to take her home.

Home.

That is where she was going to go once they were back on Earth. She would if she could at least. Who knows. Maybe when they get home, they will be wanted criminals, or maybe they will be returned home in body bags? Who knows. The most she could do, was be thankful that she was at least on the same ship as Khan, though her bed was still cold.

Safiya was looking over one of the torpedoes once again, when Carol and Jim were walking through.

"I am pretty sure I can difuse the torpedoes, but it would be too dangerous to do here on board." She spoke animatedly, Jim following behind. "I mean, I am a weapons specialist, but these are a bit strange to me." She turned to him, smirking seductively.

Safiya stepped towards them. "Captian, if I may interrupt." Safiya stepped forward, her hands behind her back. "I think it may be of better choice if I were to diffuse the torpedo." Her voice was solid and firm.

"And, what would you know about these weapons?" Carol folded her arms across her chest and cocked her neck, clearly unhappy with this intrusion. "Aren't you some... computer programmer?" She scoffed.

"Aye, that is correct." Safiya kept her voice tender, knowing that too much emotion in her voice would betray her and reveal her growing hatred for this woman. "However, I am the one that created the programs for these rockets, and would be the most viable option in disengaging them." She gave a sideways glance to Jim. He approved, allowing more time to be close to Carol.

"Don't worry Kesi, I'll be sending you down with the steadiest hands on the ship." He smirked.

Safiya and Bones landed on a nearby planetoid with their payload. Safiya actually enjoyed Bones' nervous flirting, finding it sweet. Khan was not really the flirtatious type. He was more of a "I want you, and I'll pursue you." You were drawn to his strength, not his humor. They spoke about general things, of Bones' divorce, which he seemed pretty open about, to their jobs in Star Fleet.

"Bones, you can stay on board if you want. It doesn't take much to disable this thing." She smirked over her shoulder as he held a large case of tools. "But you are more than welcome to watch." She pointed her head towards the bomb. She played with a multi-vice as he followed her. With very little effort, she had popped the panel, and began typing in an override. The case hissed as it opened the rest of the way, revealing its live contents.

"My god, Jim, you've gotta see this." Bones spoke, awestruck.

She took it that Khan had explained everything to Jim, now that he was aware of the cryotubes in the warheads. He began to refer to John as Khan, and seemed to have a softer heart, though stone can only soften so much. It was more of an understanding that he felt, Captain to Captain, for the love of his crew, and a willingness to go to the ends of the galaxy for them. They were the same, and yet so very different at once.

Because of Jim's nature, he was eventually coaxed into allowing Khan out of his holding cell, so long as he maintained a tracking device at all times. Jim had indeed saw himself in Khan, and it scared him, or empowered him. Jim still thought of Safiya though, and the thought of both him and Khan taking her at once had crossed his mind many times, that maybe Khan would be a good enough man to share.

However, even though he desired her, he also had Carol who caught his attention, and she appeared much more willing than Kesi.

In Jim's mind however, it was more likely that Khan could be an ally, as opposed to an enemy in a time like this. Though his trust wasn't 100%, he had a feeling that he would need to depend on him greatly before the end. He snapped the silver bracelet into place, staring into Khans eyes, reminding him of the terms of his release from the cell.

Khans first instinct as soon as he was left alone, was to find Safiya.

Safiya was laying in bed, looking out of her window into the dark depth at the edge of Klingon space. She wore Khans large button up shirt, halfway buttoned, just as she did the last day she saw him. She was deep in thought, not realizing her door had slid open. It wasn't until a hand began tracing up her thigh did she react. Gasping, she flailed her legs in hopes to kick her attacker, but her ankles were caught, and gently massaged.

"You have no idea, how much I have missed your body." Khan moaned, getting onto his knees on her bed, rubbing his cheek against her calves, sprinkling her legs with light kisses, letting her ankles dangle over his shoulder. Khan ran his hands down her thighs, fingering at her underwear. Safiya sighed in pleasure, as his fingers caressed her skin.

"Khan, I... Fuck I need you right now." She gritted, lifting her hips so he could slide her panties off. She was wet, thinking of the pleasure she was about to encounter, as she set her legs down, and began undressing the man. He sat there on his knees as she undid his top, pushing it off of his shoulders, delighting in his skin as she once had. Her fingers clawed at his pants, as he took her lips. Her fingers raked over his hard length, igniting a fury in him.

He made quick work of removing his pants, crawling to Safiya. She put a finger to his lips as he tried to kiss her. "Ah ah my dear. Tonight, I will not be rushed." She spoke, though Khan protested greatly. Safiya instructed him to his back, as her tongue trailed down his chest. her fingernails dragged down his sides, leaving red scratches in their wake. Khan grimaced, but enjoyed the thrill as it sent a lightning sensation through his body.

Her lips kissed around his hips, tickling him with her tongue, gently sucking and nipping at the sensitive spots. His breath hitched, his hand grabbing at her hair, his hips rolling forward into her. "Are you saying you are enjoying this?" She asked with a hint of aloofness.

"You know I enjoy this." Khan growled, propping himself up on his elbow, running his other hand down her cheek.

"What if I did... this?" She asked as she took a long lick up his shaft, flicking her tongue against the tip. Khan hissed inwardly, gritting his teeth.

"Or what if I did... this?" She wrapped her lips around the tip, gently sucking and flicking her tongue across it. She reveled in the pleasure that Khan derived from this treatment, knowing that going slow was only going to drive him up a wall.

She slowly began to move her hand back and forth, taking a little more into her mouth at a time until she could take no more. With the length that was left, she used her hand to stroke it, sometimes stroking his entire length, so she could look up at his face and see the pleasure scrawled across his features. His grip tightened on her hair as he began to thrust into her, moaning. He sat up, unable to contain himself, feeling himself release, his cock throbbing, as she looked into his eyes and swallowed.

"You, really know what pushes my buttons, don't you?" He reached down, stroking her chin. She nodded, as she went to her fridge for a drink to wash away his load.

"I know I have never done that before, but, I thought you might like that ending." She smirked, as normally she went to the bathroom to spit his load out into the sink and rinse. Khan just smirked at her, and motioned for her to come to him. Safiya straddled his hips, encouraging his length to harden again so they could have another round, but Khan kept pulling her up further. He didn't stop until her knees were on either side of his head, her core set above his lips.

In this way, he sated his appetite for her, as he sucked her bud, rolling it in his lips, his tongue graciously handling it, broken occasionally with long licks between her opening and her clit. Safiya placed her hands against the wall, her fingers desperately trying to grab onto something, but to no avail. Her hips rocked on his face, her hips and abdomen buzzed with a thrilling sensation. Her moans increased in frequency and loudness, her hips beginning to shudder. Khan took hold of her thighs, pulling her down onto his face harder, as her body snapped in ecstasy. Her head fell back, as her hips bucked against his mouth, she held her breasts, pinching at her nipples, unable to escape his grip.

She increasingly got louder as Khan gave her a second, and quickly a third orgasm with his tongue. By the time Khan had finished with her, she fell back limp, gasping for breath, her legs like jelly, as Khan wiped his mouth with a hand towel. He grinned to himself, seeing her go over the edge like that so quickly, gave him a sense of satisfaction. He looked down at his aching length again, ready to place it deep inside her body.

Her apex was glistening with her juices, her body still recovering, but Khan was impatient now. He slid himself between her thighs, looking into her emerald eyes. Her look of permission and he thrust himself into her. Her back arched as he filled her like he used to. She gripped his hair, her head back, as he pumped her body. After so long without him, feeling him was like the first time all over again. He rocked her body with obscene passion, lacing his fingers with hers, pinning her body down.

Safiya wrapped her legs around his hips, helping him push deeper into her. Her breath ragged once more as he took her body. His name rolled off of her lips with passion. She tried to take him over, but he held her hands fast against the bed. "No no, don't fight me, my love, just accept it as it comes to you." He whispered, his lips embracing her skin. She agonized under his affections, her body reeling with immaculate hunger.

Khan thrust his hips into her deeper, faster, feeling her walls clenching around him, signaling another orgasm for her. Her back arched high, and her legs squeezed him, her breath ragged and hitching.

"Khaaaaan!" She cried out, barely able to register anything else in her euphoria, other than his gorgeous eyes boring into hers, and his glistening skin as his jaw clenched, his orgasm building once more. He spilled into her body, holding her hands tightly, his forehead resting against hers. They shared kisses, as he softened inside of her. He fell to the side of her, pulling the blankets over them, as they faces one another.

"That was the best I've ever felt." Safiya breathed, smiling up to Khan.

"Well, don't think that it's over." Khan smirked, already thinking about the next way to take her body.

Safiya's thoughts turned to her mission, but the man here, in front of her, complicated everything. She had fallen so head over heels for this man. This dangerous man. This power hungry, genocidal dangerous man. He never mistreated her, and couldn't imagine that he ever would, but she had to remember of course, who this man was. The attacks that he had committed reminded her of of how close she was to danger, no matter how far she felt from it.

Khan ran his fingers through her hair, unaware of the dilemma going on in her head. To him, all he saw was the woman he wanted to be with, who seemed to understand him. He watched as she eventually drifted off to sleep, pulling her into him as he had done many times before.