Lemon
The Return
By the time they reached the station, she scanned the area around the module for trouble like a regular officer. The only difference was her occasional brushes against her husband. The little touches seemed to reassure the girl, sustaining her glow. She wasn't even talking to him, just his proximity seemed to be enough. They boarded and the girl was immediately assaulted by her father, who pulled her into a hug.
"Hey, daddy! Molly said she misses you," Ama smiled, shining brightly.
"I'll have to schedule some Bajor time," Miles laughed. He looked her over critically. "You look better than the last time I saw you, Mars."
"I feel better," she said shyly. "Thanks to Tyr. He's been helping me understand my nature and… making me feel better. He and the rest of the family."
"Huh," he said skeptically, looking over the young man that had somehow become his daughter's emotional crux. "I wish we could have met under different circumstances," he said, putting out a hand. Tyr took it easily.
"As it is, I found my woman. I could ask for no better circumstances than that," the Nietzschean answered. A group of Klingons passed by them and both men noted that she stayed out of their direct line of sight by hiding against Tyr. Ignoring it for now, the Chief decided to play nice. He drew the two into easy conversation on the way to Ops, tactfully ignoring her glow. Bashir wasn't so tactful, dropping his tricorder as he caught sight of the four.
"Are you alright, doctor?" Ama asked, picking up the tricorder easily.
"Fine. I'm just fine," the garrulous doctor said, at a loss for words. "I- You are aware that you are glowing, aren't you?"
"I can't help it," she smiled. "I'm just so happy to be home. Bajor almost wouldn't let me leave just now!"
"Really?"
"Yeah! Something about me being a strategic asset. They were going to keep me as a slave. It was awful."
"I'll bet it was," the doctor said, smiling sympathetically. "Well, I'm glad that the Commander was able to sort things out for you."
"Me too," she said in relief, cuddling closer to Tyr. "I don't want to be anyone's slave."
"And we wouldn't stand for it," the Chief put in, trying to insert himself between the couple. "Now, we should really be getting along to Ops. Your boyfriend can wait here for you to finish your shift."
"Oh. Right," she said nervously, feeling exposed and vulnerable with just the idea of being apart from him. "I… I um…"
"It's alright, Bliss," Tyr smiled, flattered that she would want to stay near him. "I'll be right here if you need me." He kissed her forehead tenderly and backed away, chuckling when she took two steps towards him before stopping herself.
"Doctor?" Sisko said, seeing her standing stock still and shaking slightly as she looked at her boyfriend. She turned and strode away from the man determinably, following her fellow officers to Ops. Her glow was gone by the time they got there.
"What are my orders, Commander?" she asked, looking seconds from bursting into tears or collapsing.
"Doctor, are you ready to resume your duties?"
"O-of course," she said, putting on a brave face. Sisko looked her over and wasn't so sure.
"Well, there haven't been any sick patients since last night. But we still want the Sick Bay staffed in case that changes. How about you start there? It'll only be part of a shift, but it should be fine."
"Y-yes sir," the woman said, striding out of Ops for the Sick Bay. Once she was gone, the Commander turned to Julian.
"Doctor. Your job will be to monitor her. She seems… unstable at the moment. Did you notice how her light dimmed when she was forced to leave Tyr? I want you to note any changes in her demeanor."
"With respect, sir. Amara has always been a skittish girl. She knows her work, I dare say even better than I do, but she's always been jittery. Especially around men, not that I blame her."
"I have a feeling that her husband may drop by Sick Bay for a visit later tonight. I also-"
"Tyr is not her husband," Miles protested loudly. "They've only just met. Hell, he barely counts as a boyfriend."
"Chief, what do you think caused that blinding light last night?" The Chief growled but remained silent. "I very much doubt they were discussing art and theory when it happened. Amara is a wonderful doctor and a talented addition to this crew, but she has also become a strategic asset to Deep Space Nine. I intend to keep her happy and glowing, and if that means I need to allow her man to be around her during her shifts, then so be it. You should also be advised, O'Brien, that your little girl has asked to be married to that 'boyfriend' of hers. She-"
"She's too young to marry! She doesn't even know what she wants!"
"Obviously she does know what she wants or Tyr Anasazi wouldn't look so self-satisfied," the Commander said smugly. "Doctor, you have your orders."
"Yes, Commander," Bashir said, headed for Sick Bay.
"Commander-"
"No, Chief. We are not getting rid of Tyr."
"Commander, the boy's got her all confused right now. He shows up out of nowhere and suddenly she can't go anywhere without him! That's more of a reason to get rid of him than a reason to give in. Just give me a few days. I could have her-"
"Miles. I can appreciate that as a father, you want to protect her. But your daughter is a full-grown woman and she has made her choice! We are dealing with a new species here and we are going to be as accommodating as we can for her. That means the 'boyfriend' stays. You're more likely to drive her away from you than get rid of him."
"Drive me away? Sir, with respect, we've always been two peas in a pod."
"And now there will be three peas in that pod," Sisko quipped. "She wants him right now. Right now we have to accommodate that. Maybe later she won't, and we'll deal with that when the time comes. But for now, the 'boyfriend' stays. And you might want to get used to the idea of a son-in-law."
"Sir, she's only twenty-six. That's too young to be thinking of marriage."
"If you say so, Chief," the Commander chuckled. Miles looked around himself and noticed that everyone was avoiding his eyes and smiling. He went to work.
Meanwhile, in Sick Bay, Ama was not doing well. She was having a devil of a time focusing on anything. She filed a few past reports and then paced restlessly. Julian watched her and smiled sympathetically. She wasn't glowing at the moment and she kept looking around as if expecting an attack.
"Amara, calm down! You're making me nervous."
"I don't know what's wrong with me!" the girl shivered. "I've always been afraid, but it's never been this bad, this uncontrollable. I feel like I-"
Tyr strode into the Bay and the girl immediately bounced into his arms, the glow back. "Miss me?" he asked, chuckling at her fervent nod. "We were never meant to be apart."
"But my work is boring," she whispered against his chest. "I've always been able to do this on my own before."
"Your instincts weren't awakened before," the Nietzschean smiled. "Don't worry, you'll always need me close by, but as your instincts calm down, you might be able to stand being apart for longer periods of time. It's not a sign of weakness to need me. It's how you were born."
Before she could think of a response to that, a group of Klingons entered the Sick Bay, all of them drunk and one of them bleeding from his forearm. "I'm in need of a medic," the injured one slurred. The rowdy group laughed at that.
"I'm here," Ama answered, bringing her tricorder. "How did this happen?"
"I was engaged in glorious combat in the holosuite!"
"With the safety protocols disengaged no doubt," she muttered as she healed his arm. "This is going to take a few minutes. You're cut right to the bone. And this is the only way you'll heal without a scar."
"Hey, aren't you the little doctor that sings people well?" another of the group asked.
"No," she lied easily, concentrating on her work.
"You would dare lie to a Klingon?" the loudmouthed one growled, pulling her away from the injury. "I am Enok of the house of Zodil. I will not be-"
"Can I do it, yes, with no degree of accuracy. So the effective answer is 'no'," she said in exasperation. "Now your comrade here needs treatment or he might get infected. I have to-"
"Sing for my friend here," Enok said. "Let us see your 'degree of accuracy'."
"I can't," she said candidly. "I'm not glowing right now so I can't."
"What would make you glow?" yet another of the injured man's friends asked.
"I only glow when I feel safe. Forgive me, but you all are not making me feel safe."
"I could make you feel safe," one of the group members said suggestively, moving closer to her. Before he could put a hand on her, Tyr was in the way.
"You're upsetting my wife," Tyr said calmly, his boneblades extended. "I would suggest you allow her to heal your friend before she refuses to treat him at all."
"We want to hear her sing," Enok shouted. The others joined in, but all Tyr heard was the whimper against his back.
"I… I'm calling security," she said loudly over the racket. "Maybe I'll treat your comrade when you're all sober and not in mob formation."
"I thought you said it was serious," Enok said, trying to get around Tyr and to the girl.
"Not more serious than my own life," she shot back, holding back tears. "I have the right to refuse treatment on any… on anybody that poses a threat to my person. The wound has been stabilized. Get out of my Sick Bay." She wiped her tears away, feeling more balanced now that she had a plan.
"You let your mouth write checks your ass can't pay," Enok growled angrily. He reached for her and screamed as his arm suddenly snapped under the force of the Nietzschean's grip.
"That's what I'm here for," Tyr said calmly, turning to the next target. The Nietzschean took them all on as if it were child's play. Soon the drunken bunch was sporting broken bones and deep lacerations from his boneblades. Bashir ended up having to call security; Amara was too busy crying and throwing up in the corner. Enok came towards her and she cringed, but her protector was just as fast, putting himself between the two. "Now, if you're finished posturing, my woman needs tending." He hadn't even broken a sweat.
"Ha! Haha!" Enok shouted, stopping his attack. "Here is a man with some fire in his blood. The next time we re-enact the battle of Os-sim-verk, we have to take him with us!" The others agreed heartily, merrily shouting fielty and brotherhood at the man who vanquished them. Tyr, in the meantime, was trying to get his woman to stop sobbing. He understood what was going on; Khaleesi were allergic to violence. The mere sight of it was enough to unnerve them. But he felt like celebrating. That had been the most fun he'd had in years! She was spoiling it with her tears.
"My love… the fighting is done," he tried for gentility. He pulled her to her feet and wrapped his arms around her before she could back away. "No one is going to hurt you."
"O-okay," she sniffled, snuggling against him. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be such a wimp. I just-"
"I know," he said, leaning down to kiss her. He ignored the rabble for the sweet taste of her lips and didn't stop until she was relaxed and glowing against him. Security arrived at that scene, seven Klingons cradling limbs and celebrating as if they'd won a great battle and Ama and Tyr kissing in a corner.
"What the hell is going on here?" the lead officer shouted over the din.
"My wife was just about to sing for us," Tyr laughed, looking around at his new comrades. Feeling her tense in his arms, he smiled down at her. "Please." She breathed in his scent and smiled.
Aye, what you, what you sayin'?
Girl, why you, why you playin'?
Uh, you know, I plan on staying
Skip work in the morning
Aye, you're the only one I see now
Aye, you the only one I take out
I've been focused on this check, getting all that I can get
But I found my way to you somehow
Don't you go too far from me
Every fiction you draw got me feelin' complete
Never felt this kind of love
I'm addicted to your touch
Just a little's not enough
'Cause you're my, you're my, you're my favorite
Uh, my favorite place to be,
I'm for you, you're just for me
And I say just what I mean
'Cause you're my, you're my, you're my favorite
"Good girl," Tyr whispered in her ear, kissing her tenderly as the music progressed. She was grooving to her music and soon so was everyone else. The broken furniture repaired itself as did the broken bones Tyr had caused. Even the original Klingon's knife wound healed itself without a scar.
"What the hell is going on here?" Chief O'Brien roared over the good vibes in the room. He was glaring at his daughter as she cuddled against the intruder on his peace and harmony.
"Tyr, you don't deserve her, you were supposed to be some great protector, look at this place, it's chaos!"
"No, it's not," Ama smiled. "A bunch of Klingons came into Sick Bay needing medical attention and, since no one else was around, we decided to have a little party, that's all."
"And now you're lying to me. To my face! Those Klingons came here looking for a fight and it wasn't five minutes ago that you were crying in the background of a frantic call to security. You were-"
"What is this? You were hanging out by security, weren't you? Admit it, daddy, you were hanging out by the security office, waiting for something bad to happen! Don't you believe in me at all?"
"Don't you turn this around on me, Mars! You lied to me."
"You'd only worry! And my name is Amara, not Marsha. I can take care of myself," she said defiantly. "With a little help, of course," she said more quietly, glancing at the man wrapped around her. The Nietzschean held her closer, massaging her neck soothingly.
"Okay, break it up," the Chief said, coming forward to separate the two. "And stop that music! Everybody better clear out of here or you'll wake up in the brig!"
"I can't stop the music, dad. It hurts to-"
"I said 'make it stop', Amara! That's an order!"
My favorite place-
She whimpered as the music stopped, cringing with a raging headache, and with a massive nose bleed.
"Now who's mistreating her?" Enok said to his buddies, who all agreed.
"Get out of here now," The Chief shouted angrily. The Klingons left, grumbling amongst themselves. O'Brien watched them all go, then turned back to see Tyr wiping the blood from her face, entirely too slowly for the father's liking. It was when he leaned in for a second kiss as the blood was cleared away completely that he decided to intervene.
"Alright, that's enough, you two. Break it up." Instead of breaking apart, the two shared a deeper kiss. He walked forward to manually break the two apart when Sisko stopped him.
"I believe we talked about this, Chief," the Commander said sternly. After staring down his Chief Operations Officer, he turned to the couple quietly making out in the corner. "How are things in Med Deck, Doctor?"
"My head hurts," she said petulantly, leaning against her husband. "It takes a crazy amount of energy to stop a session, especially with only one song in."
"Would it help to start over? Begin the session again?"
"No. I, aah…" she groaned, leaning over when her nose started bleeding again. Bashir came over immediately to help. Once her head didn't feel like it was exploding with fire, she stood up and let her mate steady her. "I'm not in the mood. I would have to find the melody I was riding and realign the harmonics to my… brain waves. It's complicated to explain, easy to visualize. I'll finish my shift, but the echoes of stopping the song… I won't be able to sing again until at least morning."
"That's alright," Tyr said, pushing her hair back behind her ears. "I'm sure that the Commander isn't just keeping you around for your powers."
"You're right, Mr. Anasazi, that is not the only reason we keep Miss Wilks around. She's trained to be a doctor, and she's a damn good one. I won't lose her to her father's stupidity or your arrogance. It's true, Ama has become a strategic asset through what she can do. But she is first and foremost a Starfleet doctor and a Federation citizen. And that is why she is not a prisoner here or anywhere within the borders of free space. Hell, she may find freedom outside those borders someday. But don't insult me, don't insult your wife by presuming to know what I have in store for her." The room was silent as the human and Nietzschean stared each other down, the Nietzschean's smile growing wider and more felicitous the longer the contest went on.
"Very well," Tyr said at last, breaking eye contact to caress his wife's face. "As long as we all understand each other."
"We do," the Commander said firmly. "Ama, why don't you take the rest of the night off. Report back to Sick Bay at 1600 hours tomorrow, you'll have a full shift then."
"Yes sir," Ama winced a smile and headed for the door.
"Wait a minute! We haven't arranged quarters for Ama's little friend yet," the Chief growled.
"Must you make everything impossible, Dad? He's staying with me."
"He most certainly is not," the irate father roared. "Now I will deal with a lot of things, but there's no way in hell-"
"Mama let him stay with me," Ama said over him. "He was even in my bedroom! I'm not some little kid-"
"There'll be none of that nonsense here, Amara! I will not have my little girl's reputation tarnished by some random-"
"My reputation? Will you listen to yourself? Tyr is my husband, whether you like it or not! I'm not some little girl, I'm a full-grown woman and I can decide for myself who I sleep with!"
"See? This is exactly why you need me around, Ama! Someone that'll look out for your best interests."
"Really? 'My best interests'? The echoes of that stupid song are still plaguing me, Dad!" she shouted back. "It's not like a light switch I can just turn off! I was having fun with people and you ruined everything!"
"Alright, that's enough," Sisko intervened before things got out of hand. "Amara, you're dismissed. We will see you in Sick Bay at 1600 hours. Chief, come with me. We obviously need to have another chat."
"Sir-"
"That's an order, Chief!" Miles looked at the Commander and knew he had crossed the line. But he just couldn't help it! This was his daughter they were throwing at that… that…
"Good night," Ama said dully, walking out of the room with Tyr trailing behind her. There was no fear in her as she walked to her quarters; Tyr was here to protect her. "I'm so sorry daddy's being such a pain."
"That's what fathers do," Tyr smiled at her with concern. "As I recall, your real father felt the same way about me. He only allowed you and I to be together because you insisted on it. You cried for days straight when I wasn't around. I all but had to take you into the bathroom with me to keep you quiet."
"God, I must have been a nightmare to deal with as a kid. I'm so sorry I-" He cut her off with a deep, wet kiss, lathing her tongue and enjoying her needy moan. She was squirming against him, trying to get closer. He chuckled against her mouth and pulled her closer. The two were oblivious to everything until a wolf whistle sounded on the promenade. She broke away from him, blushing profusely at the attention. The group of cadets that had seen the display gave jaunty salutes as they passed by.
"We should…"
"We should get back to your quarters where we won't be disturbed," Tyr said sexily. "I plan to ravage you tonight."
"Ravage," she gulped, her heart rate speeding up in anticipation.
"Lead the way," he smiled sexily, arm out to guide her forward. She blushed again but took the invitation. It didn't take them long to get to her home. The quarters were small and cramped, a combination of being Cardassian in design and for single officers. She would have to look into joint quarters now that she had a man to bring home. The rooms were clean at least, meticulously so and though the lighting was dim, it was at least adequate.
"Sorry. It's not much to look at. I usually only-"
"Take off your clothes," Tyr said over her.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. I want you to undress for me. I want to watch." He climbed onto the narrow bed and laid out in a pose that flat out should be illegal. "Dance for me, Bliss. Entice me to take you."
"I… I don't know how," she whispered, frozen like a deer in the headlights.
In response, he traced the wall and then looked at her. "You don't know how to take your clothes off?" he asked innocently. "What I want is for you to do it slowly. With a little flair. I want you to touch yourself as you peel off your uniform and show me what belongs to me. I know you can do it, Bliss. Let's have a little fun."
Amara whimpered but somehow managed to play along. "Com-computer, play 'Alone in the Dark' by John Hiatt on repeat with crossfade." Those first bluesy chords played and the man got up to dance with his lady. They kissed and touched their way through two repetitions of the song, Tyr paying particular attention to her small ears and sensitive fingertips, before he sat on the edge of the bed and encouraged her to dance for him.
The girl was nervous at first - how do you entice someone that looks like hot sex on a platter to have sex with you? In the end, she just decided to dance to the music and let the rest take care of itself. She moved and swayed to the music, letting it guide her as she began to slowly take off her clothes for him. First one sleeve, but slowly, oh so slowly moving down her arm, now cover it just a little. Then remove it completely and play the soft fabric against that arm and maybe the other one. Her eyes were closed as she bumped and ground her way through one repetition of the song and into another. Soon she only had her pants and bra on and she was too busy touching her arms and stomach to bother with them just yet.
She undid her shoes and removed them while staring down at her man. Her hair was loose by now and everywhere, it's hypnotic sway enticing her intended target. She wasn't feeling shy anymore, not after seeing the lust in her husband's deep, brown eyes. She was more interested in watching him watching her. She lowered the pants until they rode low on her hips, then pulled them back up then bent down and did a little dance for him on the floor. Her eyes were closed again, but this time it was the power of her own femininity that kept her orbs closed. She was enjoying herself, playing with her bra strap before pulling it back up and pushing her pants down to her ankles. A quick step and she was only in her underwear and bra.
The woman spun around just to feel the erotic sway of her own hair, before once more playing with her bra strap. This time she removed it completely along with the other one. She shivered deliciously and ran her hands over the hem of her underwear. They weren't particularly sexy lingerie, but Tyr didn't seem to mind. He was practically drooling over her body and that made her feel especially feminine. She let the underwear drop to the floor and once again spent some time on the floor opening and closing her legs and dancing for her man. Remembering that she still had one article of clothing on, she quickly unhooked it and shrugged it off as sexily as possible. Now completely naked, she started touching herself softly, mimicking what she'd been doing with her clothes on.
Tyr didn't need an invitation other than the one she'd so graciously extended to him. He followed her hands with his own, letting her set the pace of their lovemaking this time. She was shivering and wet and all his. Her clothes were in a discarded pile on the floor. She was still dancing but like a vixen rather than the shy temptress she usually was. He didn't even bother undressing, knowing instinctively that the brush of his clothes against her sensitive curves would soon leave her breathless and wanting. He simply pushed down his pants, freed himself, and sheathed himself in her dancing form. The girl moaned with heat and shivered at his standing invasion, relinquishing herself to his control. He grinned and picked her up, watching her upper body move sensuously while her soaking wet pussy clamped onto his sex. She wrapped her legs around his naked waist for stability and started rubbing herself against his chest, gasping and writhing against him. The Nietzschean hadn't expected her enthusiasm and dropped them both onto the bed to possess her properly. She was glowing brightly, sexually stimulated, and happy. Determined to have her come a number of times this night, he pumped into her repeatedly.
The music was in her blood by now. All she could feel was his body pressing intimately into hers. God, she hoped they weren't disturbed! Soon even that concern fell out of her head, pushed out by his thrusting. Amara broke open for him multiple times, gasping and moaning her releases against his neck. Her hands grasped the headboard as she cried out in pleasure. Her nails were digging into the wood, which was better than into his back where it might- wait, headboard?
Looking up in a daze, she noticed that not only had her bed changed, but the entire room was also bigger and more brightly lit. The space she saw was bigger than the room allotted to her should be able to contain. She tensed to ask and looked up into her lover's eyes. The heat there eliminated the question from her mind. She'd deal with the paradox in the morning. The music was still playing, and she was tempted to tell the computer to shut it off, but the rhythm he set made the idea fade in and out of her mind, like the tide. She gasped something unintelligible as he thrust viciously into her body. He wasn't stopping and she didn't want him to. He just felt so damn good inside of her! He sped up and she had no choice but to grab a hold of him and ride out the insanity.
She tried not to claw at him as she'd heard other women did to their men. She did not want to hurt herself, but when he started grinding into her like a man possessed, she forgot to be cautious and clawed at him, desperate to have him closer to her. They loved through to the morning that way, their mingled cries echoing off the walls of their room. When he finally unloaded his seed into her, she blacked out from the pleasure of it. When she came to, he was still inside of her, but no longer thrusting like a madman. Tyr was tracing her face gently, such a tender look of love on his face that she gasped.
Aww, they're so cute together! It seems that Papa O'Brien is going to make things hard on his little one. We'll have to see just how far he's willing to take next week. Take care, all! ^_^
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