"Afer Ventus" means African wind, the lyrics which I took as a perfect means to take Jadzia and Worf's relationship to the next level.
Chapter Nine
Winds of Ardor
This was more than a risky move to make at this time of night, as I prowled on bare feet and in a soft, loose gown as well as my loose curls the way he liked it. There were few lights on, namely small torches to give off a soft taupe glow, the shadows dancing like spirits of a certain holiday of the year. The worst that could happen was that he would say he could not hurt me, tame as it was compared to saying he wasn't aroused as I was. That humiliation wasn't something I could afford at this time of night - or this time period.
The stone beneath my feet was solid comfort if not warm and welcoming. I wasn't afraid of my surroundings, however. Who would strike at this time of night? One hundred hours it barely was; I did not look anywhere else other than the path laid before me, not stopping until I reached Worf's room in the east. This was the second time here; how bad could coming here be besides tonight's motivations?
No windows were opened, but an imaginary wind caressed my flesh and nerves. It added to the boiling below my waist and my murderously pounding chest organ that was most important alongside my brain. Unlike before, I wasted no time in ringing the alarm to the rooms - but then the anxiety picked up when the doors opened to show the man himself who should have been asleep at this hour, but for whatever reasons, he had been unable to close his eyes like me. Or was I wrong?
Worf blinked as he looked over my face. "Jadzia," was all he said. "What are you doing here?" He wasn't angry that I had come to his sanctuary, just baffled.
"I'm sorry to bother you," I apologized, shifting nervously on my feet. "I couldn't sleep, and I'm sorry I woke you..."
"You didn't. I find sleep troubling nowadays. I have...dreams that I can't push away, but I am no analyst of these matters."
I agreed with him, but the latest one I had - "It concerns what...transpired days ago," I confessed, lowering my eyes. "I was nervous coming here at first because..." I stopped there, suddenly clenching in my throat.
He finished what he thought I was thinking, which was half yes and half no. "I don't think you have to finish that. I think I know where you are going with this."
"You do?" I looked up at him hopefully.
"These dreams I've had for some time now involve me and...you," Worf answered, conflicted as I was. If now was a good time to smile in understanding, I might not be completely honest with myself or to him. He had been dreaming about me as I had been dreaming of him just tonight. Now was a damned good time to be honest.
"Same on my part."
He looked very much surprised. "I'm not sure if I should ask what about."
My cheeks flushed, but I got the answer out. "It was about us on the balcony outside the party," I answered readily and without unknown trouble, "only after the kiss, it got...more heated." Now I looked down shyly, embarrassed and not knowing the response now - and then I felt smooth, strong fingers come up to cup my chin and make me look into his eyes; the amber orbs were soft and knowing, tender and caring. Amber itself was an ancient precious mineral known to preserve anything in its wake. I wished right now could be preserved, but then it would not mean what I had come here for.
"Now I know why you are here," Worf spoke, his voice hoarse. He stepped aside for me to come in, and closed the doors behind us. "Are you sure you want to do this? Klingons lose control of themselves in these things..."
"Yes, Worf. I don't want any more doubt," I insisted. My aching wetness below my stomach was increasing by the minute that I was becoming irritated. "I came all this way to turn back now."
He exhaled sharply, shoulders rolling back, relenting. "You're right. We've...avoided this long enough. Jadzia, you're nothing like any other I've known in my lifetime, as commonly spoken as it is." He was leaning down, inches from my face which lessened with each second. "But I'm not sure I can keep away anymore, no matter how hard I try," he confessed.
I couldn't, either. I answered without directly speaking, leaning up to press my mouth against his for the second time; it was brief and innocent, but when I pulled back, I think we both wanted another since we leaned towards each other at the same time and savored each other's skin texture while our mouths opened, our tongues clashing and tasting. I never thought a Klingon could taste so...irresistible. His scent reached my nose - earth and lilac, which was very interesting as I know no one of his species could smell like this. But it did not matter. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held him close to me. His larger, stronger arms wrapped around my smaller body and kept me ensnared as he deepened our make-out session, until the need to breathe ended it all.
Worf's hands were pulling at my gown, telling me he wanted it off, and I realized I did, too. I let him pull it over my head; I raised my arms to make it easier. It was then and there I realized no man had EVER seen me naked before, so the blush returned with a vengeance. The spots on either side of my body began at my hairline and traveled over the sides of my face, over my shoulders and down beside my breasts, my sides and over my legs where they ended at the outside of my ankles. Male Trills had larger, darker spots whereas my side had smaller, lighter ones. I did not tell him this, given he just found out for himself...
I burst out giggling a little when his hands caressed my sides, tracing the spots. "Your spots are sensitive," he noted, and I nodded. "Well, this also answers another question I had."
"And that was?" I cracked a small grin.
"How far down these spots went." And the answer was all the way.
I suppressed a gasp when one hand moved, ghosting over my stomach and then up, but he stopped when he reached my breast on the right. He looked at me without a word, asking my permission. I nodded, but keeping myself from gasping was easier said than done. The pleasure that washed over me when he squeezed my bare breast was more than I expected, not that I wasn't enjoying it. I closed my eyes and melted into it.
I was reaching for his shirt, but he stopped me. He didn't want me to see him in the state I was in, making me frown. "I just don't think you will like the sight of me," Worf said, his self-consciousness showing. I remembered a handful of my girl friends from school talking about how a naked Klingon was a far from pleasant sight, but I never thought of it until now. I wanted to see Worf on my own, not because of the past spoken, but he wasn't ready, so I respected his wishes and let him lay me down on his bed.
I trembled beneath his lustful eyes, gripping the fur blanket beneath me, the soft and coarse texture scratching my bare back. "Lights off," he said, leaning over me and kissing me again.
Darkness surrounded us both now. We were not going to see each other any longer; why look when you could feel? I felt Worf touching me again, kissing me all over in ways I never thought I'd be. The spots besides my breasts sizzled and caused my nipples to harden. I was about to ask him to kiss them, but he was already doing it as if reading my mind; I arched up against him but lowered again when he wrapped his lips around my left nipple. I believe stars shot before my very eyes as the uncontrollable jolts of electrical desire rendered me helpless beneath him. He was treating me more tenderly than he thought he would, in a way a human man would to his mate, or a Trill man to his...
I moaned and writhed beneath him when he fondled my thighs, then my hips and buttocks to drive me to a frenzy; he was avoiding the one place where I needed him the most, neglected thus far. "Worf, please," I whimpered, bringing my hands up to his wild, loose mane as long as mine was. Since we were both on fur, in the dark and with no secrets between us now - but still so many he had of his own that I did not want to know tonight - we were both answering the call of the wild between our long-held desires.
I exclaimed so loudly at what he did next that my voice could have pierced the walls and reached the ears of the rest of the house. He traveled downwards, his lips and nose nuzzling the sensitive middle line of my abdomen and my navel until he reached the apex of my thighs, burrowing my pubic nest. I jumped again when my sensitive pearl was discovered and massaged with his teeth. It was so hard not to laugh, which offended him.
"I don't know what's funny about this."
"I c-can't help it."
"I'm supposed to be making you moan," he pointed out. "Not laugh. You're making me feel like I am not excelling at this."
I exhaled sharply when I realized I hurt his feelings. "I'm sorry."
He didn't need to acknowledge my apology, instead leaning down and continuing to devour me away, making me thrash beneath him until I could not take enough of it. His hands squeezed my hips firmly, keeping me in place. My nerves twisted and loosened when I orgasmed down his throat, throbbing with remaining pleasure afterwards. He drank down every ounce of me until there was nothing much left. My vision had exploded white and hot as my body did; finally, I was cooling down, but not for long. Worf climbed on top of me now, slipping between my legs for the part that was going to hurt, but I braced myself, trusting him with my life.
~o~
Morning broke on the both of us. I turned my face away from the sun in my face to see the peaceful expression of the man laying beside me. Worf lay on his back as I did. I was tempted to reach over and run my fingers along his jaw, but I didn't want to wake him from his dream.
I knew he was going to ask me if I regretted last night by the time he awoke, and I already knew the answer: never. I'd had my doubts, but the risk had been worth it. I was still kind of afraid to say "love" for what we had, but it would not remain that way forever. However, I would say he was a wonderful lover, since we were by far past the friends stage now.
I sat up, keeping the blankets to my chest, tingling in my spots and certain sensitive parts of my body, but I was also a little sore between my legs, where my purity had been taken. I could just picture Ziranne giving me a hard time about this if she were here now.
My womanhood throbbing with sexual satisfaction was not the only sign that I was a new woman. I dropped the blankets to look down at my naked body and see the causes with my own two eyes: my hips bore slight bruises when Worf held me in place; there were also some bite marks around my breasts. Otherwise, I was not seriously injured as he'd feared he would do to me in the midst of our fiery lovemaking. Looking up in the mirror on the wall beside the bed, I saw my body as I had, but now I got to see how my hair was all over the place.
This was not the Jadzia Idaris as I knew myself, the promising young Trill ensign of Starfleet - this was a wilder, primitive creature unleashed in a single night of passion.
I'd gone to the stars and back, returned as a whole different person inside.
I lay back on the bed, inhaling through my nose and letting it out through there as well as my now opened lips. I felt like I was in a rose garden back home on Trill, enjoying the sweet smell and feeling the soft petals of one I grabbed, as I used to do with my baby sister in our earliest years. Then the wind would pick up and blow our hair in our faces. Wonderful a memory to relate to the present.
A collection of grumbles made me look over to my side, seeing Worf's head roll back and forth, and then his eyes snapped open so he stared up at the ceiling for a moment before turning to see me. I smiled at him. "Morning, sleepy head," I teased.
He rumbled again. "And to you," he returned, sitting up and stretching, which I found very adorable - for him, in its own way. "Are you...all right?" He looked me over, and his eyes widened at the sight of the bruises on my hips as well as the bites on my breasts. He looked away and down at his lap as if in utter shame. I sat up, covering my chest and putting a hand on his shoulder.
"It's nothing," I assured him. "It was the best night of my life."
Now he looked at me with a look that I'd never seen before; he appeared more vulnerable, more human in a figurative manner of speaking, and then he smiled slightly, accepting the kiss I gave him on the brow...but then it was gone. "Jadzia..." Uh oh, I felt myself grow cold as I knew that tone of voice. "...according to Klingon tradition, since we just...mated, we have to get married."
Fear suddenly clouded my very being. Marriage was never something that I wanted to do anytime soon, so I had not expected that. But on second thought, we could put that off, or was I being too naïve? I wasn't a Klingon, so I had to trust him on allowing this one slip of the rules since I wasn't one of his own. He mused this when I told him, nodding.
"If we can't get married soon, then allow me to give you this instead." I watched as he turned away from me and reached over to the table on his side, pulling out something from the drawer. His palm was closed before it reopened and showed the most beautiful thing I had ever seen - and it was by far more stunning than any diamond or ruby. "It's the tooth of a targ I killed long before I met you," he explained, clasping it around my neck, the serrated, silver-wrapped fang dropping between my breasts and glimmering with pure raw power and beauty. "It's amongst custom that a trophy is taken from your kill and presented to the one for you."
My lungs felt like they had been ripped of oxygen, because I was so infatuated with this treasure around my neck...and it was a treasure I knew I would hold always. I leaned into him, allowing him to wrap his arms around me. "Thank you."
~o~
Our relationship grew in the next month and a half to follow, blossoming like the flora of Qo'noS in the coming spring.
I remember being uncertain of my future. This leave of absence was not what I had wanted, but I began to thank Curzon for this. He and his comrades were still on the hunt, which was taking so much longer than any of them thought it would, but it was not like them to give up without a fight. I could not get him to quit, either.
He had made me the butt of his jokes when I finally told him about my newfound relationship with Worf. "Jadzia girl, finally popped, haven't you?" he'd said on our last communication, making me turn more furiously red than I could recall.
I began to pick up more in my Klingon martial arts techniques, and I learned to best my opponent with his help, and sometimes Martok. I began to sport broken bones now, and it hurt like hell, but when they healed, I had never felt better. Worf was adamant as ever about the injuries I sustained, but frankly, he could do nothing about it. He healed me and then kissed me afterwards. We made love following that - hours after, to be precise, to give me time to recover - and it was fierce as it could get as it was practicing with bat'leth.
However, for a few weeks now, I began to sustain unusual symptoms in my body that even prevented me from enjoying the arts sessions: constant vomiting, shortage of breath, as well as cramps below my abdomen. For a moment, I had thought it was my menstrual cycle, which would happen for a week - but then I remembered I had missed my last one, now that I calculated on my own...and then the dread hit me just like that after I realized what might be wrong with me, and I had to go to Worf to confirm even if it would risk an explosion from him.
I was carrying his child.
Honestly, there was no known information on female Trill pregnancy that I could find, so I "flew by the seat of the pants". In my fic of Jadzia and Julian Bashir, "A Red Sun Rises", I mentioned briefly that their menstrual cycles last a week, which is longer than a human woman's period - and the symptoms being sickness, cramps and shortage of breath. Pregnancy wise, in contrast to 9 human months and 5 Bajoran months, seven for a Trill seemed logical enough. As for how long it takes to get pregnant, I struggled with that as it depends entirely with a human, so I guessed it was faster than a month at least.
So now we gotta see Worf's reaction to a baby coming into the picture. Uh oh. :O
