A scene in chapter ten of "Weyoun and Mia: His Enemy's Daughter", in which Weyoun and Mia (another OC) make love after a sparring practice session - and Odo, who has been keeping an eye on them during the events of "In the Cards" from season 5, accidentally slinks in on them and sees more than he should have. XD This is the missing love scene.

In case no one knew, nirvana is an Indian-Hindu term meaning a place of perfect happiness and peace, such as heaven.

Chapter Six

Weyoun and Mia Sisko: Nirvana

"Bring it on, handsome," Mia challenged. He stood up and spun his whole body around, the kar'takin balanced in his delicate hands much to his own surprise. Lately, he'd read reports on the subject of love, in which it was said to strengthen the two people in it together, and he could feel it in his whole body. Then his blade clashed with Mia's own, the silver steels emitting a piercing shrieking sound which hurt his ears, but he wasn't giving up now.

However, in the end, there was no more practice sword fighting, as Weyoun found the man beat by the woman; his kar'takin was knocked out, and he was on the floor and on his back, his partner over him and dominating him, smirking that she'd won this round. He was fighting to catch his breath at getting tossed around by the woman of his affections. "Did I bruise you after all, my dear?" he asked gently, brushing strands of sweaty hair out of her face.

"Not really," she answered, "but before we report back to our separate ways, how about you bruise me in my bed?" She jerked her head in the direction of the stairs. "So your Jem'Hadar aren't listening to us?" Oh, how dare she get him hard again? Weyoun shook his head and laughed. How could he say no to a naughty invitation like that?

She slid off his body and then reached down, offering her hand to help him up. Chuckling, Weyoun dusted himself off. His upper body was sweating; he could not remember the last time his body ached like this, but he wasn't tired in the slightest - in fact, he felt more energized than before. Thanks to their link, he was getting that much stronger. Hearing the thought, Mia giggled. "Remember I said practice makes perfect."

"And I intend to keep that in mind, dearest," he replied smoothly as he put his boots back on. Perhaps he should have taken his shirt and tunic off, because he smelled his own sweat on himself, but whose fault was that, as well? You should have reminded me to remove my shirt, Mia love, he teased her. I'll be sure to remember next time.

You'd better. And don't blame me for forgetting to take the shirt off - which you will soon enough, she added with a wink, making his already moist groin tighten and heat up more than it already was. He shut his eyes and inhaled through his nose, letting it out slowly. Only she and the simplest words she ever said would make him aroused with flammable desire. He allowed her to lead the way, but as soon as they were outside and on the Promenade, they parted ways so to avoid anyone noticing that something was going on between them - even to avoid getting the attention of her father, Captain Sisko.

He met up with Mia again at the turbolift, coming in after her and letting her speak to the computer to take them to the level of her residence; he did not pay attention to anything else but her and the musky smell of her sweat as well as what was left of her perfume. He sighed deeply, trying to keep himself together but found it impossible. Oh, keep it in your pants for just a little longer, his little vixen purred through their bond, making him growl in his throat, catching her devious wink from the corner of his eye. She enjoyed teasing him so much; to think they were on opposite sides, neither agreed with each other's views, but they loved each other so much and the passion was intensely incredible. And speaking of which...

"Come here."

He was on her as soon as the lift came to a stop, and they were on their floor destination. He scooped her up and carried her down in the right direction, stopping when they reached her door. Weyoun leaned down for her to reach and press open the doors. Once they were inside, he put her down, but she turned to him and took his face into her hands, kissing him hard and hot, their mouths parting so their tongues fought against each other, their bodies rubbing immensely against each other. Her breasts pressed against him, her hips targeted for his hands to grasp and hold against him, the lush curves perfect beneath his fingers and palms. Her hands moved from his face to his ears, caressing and pinching the ear ridges to help add to his growing arousal. Weyoun purred and rumbled in his throat at her fingers massaging his sensitive ears and turning his body on higher than it was. His lungs felt like they were burning, so he broke the kiss and gasped for air; at the same time, his hands relocated from her hips to her buttocks, grasping and pulling her close, one hand unconsciously moving to one of Mia's thighs and bending the leg at the knee so it rubbed against his hip facing it. Her hands were now on his shoulders, grasping them as she looked into his lavender eyes.

"I want you, Weyoun," she panted, her core against his and enflaming as much. He closed his eyes.

"As do I."

She was fumbling with unclasping his jacket and yanking it off from his torso, leaving him in the tight-fitting shirt. He tugged it off with great haste and hurriedly tossed it to the floor so his chest was bared for her darkened, watering eyes and her hands roaming over his firm stomach and up, tracing the lines of his pectoral muscles. Weyoun let loose another series of sighs when she teased his nipples, then leaned over and licked each of them once before pulling back and kneeling down, helping him out of his boots. After she did so, he was finishing the job with pushing down the last of his garments so he was completely naked and shining with sweat in front of her. He was also even hotter below the waist, his erection painful and pumping with blood.

Mia burst out laughing. "Happy to see me?" she asked before leaning over, still on her knees, kissing the tip and sending a shiver over his body. His skin was covered with lengths of heated moisture that was Mia's tongue, going around and to the base surrounded by black hair. He stifled the grunt to the back of his throat. She was good at teasing him with her tongue; that was a weakness that he bore enough to make him give in and take her to the bed quickly.

"Mia - off with your excessive -" He could not speak properly because of her mouth on his sex. Her eyes, one brown and one blue, looked up at him with both eyebrows raised. Her mouth leaving him left him feeling disappointed at the loss of contact, but it was necessary she respond.

"My what?" She blinked. "Oh, this is what you mean." She stood then and moved to take off her all-black training garb so he saw her wonderful, curvaceous body. Weyoun did not want to touch her just yet, but he picked her up then and carried her like she was his new bride and brought her over to the bed, dropping her on top before crawling over her.

She grinned up at him, both hands reaching up to stroke his ears again, but his hands escalated quickly and reached to grab her wrists, pinning them on either side of her head, taking the dominant role now as she beat him at sparring, but this time was his victory. She said so herself. So this is your idea of "bruising"?

Indeed it is. Do you have anything like...scarves or ropes? His idea of bruising was not blood drawing or harsh bites, but to see her tied and writhing beneath him while he did all the work.

I have a couple scarves from my...late mother. Top drawer. She jerked her head to her right, making it easy for him. He reached over and opened said drawer, but when he did, he felt a soft crack to the left side of his buttocks, making him jump out of his skin and look behind him to see Mia sitting half up and grinning innocently, but he knew better. He shook his head and reached over, pushing her onto her back - his hand was on the valley between her breasts - and she raised both her hands, still grinning at him. He had a red scarf in one hand and a blue one in the other, both feeling like silk, but did not pay full attention to which color he used to tie each wrist, only that his Mia was bound to her own bed, beneath his naked body, and her own was stretched out seductively, her legs extended but not parted. Not that he intended for that.

"Oh, God!" she uttered when Weyoun leaned over and combined fondling her breasts with his nibbles and licks, taking each nipple into his mouth like he would a rippleberry. She tasted just as sweet, even hardened beneath his tongue like a kava nut. His purring and rumbling made her nerves tingle, but his gentle rocking of his hips against hers also meant his need against her. But he was not done; there was more he had to do to have a taste of her as she did to him. He grasped her thighs and moved south, avoiding her abdomen altogether and going straight for her sex, molten and hot, and sweeter than her breasts. He nibbled and toyed with the sweet pink flesh behind the soft curls, causing her to writhe and tug at her bonds, but Weyoun raised his eyebrows at her. Ah, ah, none of that. Be a good girl now.

When he finally entered her, her legs remained together for him to ride her, his thighs clenched outside as he pumped into her. She moved with him, but he was the one with all the cards to play. Weyoun squeezed his eyes shut as he let himself go fluidly over his lover, leaning over her and thrusting again before opening his eyes again to see hers closed and her head rolling to the other side, lost in the haze of rapture. He leaned down and gave her left breast another kiss and suckle; she gasped, and her muscles clenched around him, but it was her thighs that intensified it. By the looks of her, she couldn't control her own pleasure. He grinned down at her as he gave another pound into her sweet body, drawing another cry from her.

"Mia, my precious, you might have won the round before, but now I'm in control," he growled into her ear, eliciting a little giggle.

"Until...next time..." she moaned.

Weyoun laughed. She enjoyed this, didn't she? She loved to drive his engine until he burst. Bursting always meant more fire - and more fire meant more pleasure. He groaned as his body elevated higher the faster his pace increased. Her core flared around him, then closed in when they both fell off the edge of the pit; his coil unraveled and released into her. When it was all over, he collapsed on top of her, the both of them breathing heavily and savoring the feel of their flesh against each other as well as the flames of their passion lingering before cooling down so they could regain their senses and return to reality - and that was for him to tug off her bindings, redress and kiss her good-bye for now...until it would be time for him to return back to the Gamma Quadrant once the pact was settled between his people and Bajor.