Lemony Goodness ahead. You have been warned.
Confronting the Issue
Three Months Later (4 Months After The Incident)
The day after Isabelle's rather embarrassing debut, the station was attacked by the Dominion. All ships scrambled to defend the station. They were doing their best, but so far the fight was about even. Isabelle was tending casualties, keeping herself busy to bury her pain. She could feel her body breaking down. It was a toss-up if she was going to live through this pregnancy. The baby didn't move anyway, maybe it was already dead. Maybe it wouldn't matter if she died.
The station rocked and more casualties poured into the Sick Bay. Putting her personal feelings aside, she treated her patients side by side with Bashir.
"What is that?" Bashir said, feeling a different vibration throughout the station. He turned on the viewscreen and saw a Dominion cruiser explode. More followed, and she started to get uncomfortable flashbacks to the Enterprise. But he couldn't be back! She'd paid him! She'd paid him already!
Unless… Maybe he'd found another buyer; someone else looking for a Khaleesi's assistance. Well, she wouldn't go with him! She'd rather be dead than ever go with him again! As she contemplated these dark thoughts, the entire sector was cleared of Dominion ships by her ex-lover. The crew, minus those on the Defiant, assembled in Ops, and O'Brien hailed the one non-allied ship in the sector.
"This is Chief O'Brien of Deep Space Nine. Thanks for the assist. Please identify yourself so we can thank you properly."
"This is Tyr Anasazi of the Bamboozalin and no thanks are necessary," a short gasp followed this announcement, but people were too busy celebrating to notice. "My wife is aboard that station and no one threatens what's mine. I'd like to speak to her if possible; we have much to discuss. Her name is Isabelle Bateman." He sounded so charming, so perfectly reasonable that Isabelle's temper exploded. She stormed her way to the view screen ready to defend herself at all costs.
"There's nothing to discuss, you evil bastard! You got your money from my contract, now go away!" He saw right through her glamor and gasped. She had hours left to live, her whole body was shutting down with her grief. He stared into those bruised eyes of hers and understood that he'd unknowingly caused all this. She'd never betrayed him after all.
"Isabelle, I never wanted that money, I only wanted you!"
"Liar," she snapped. "Go sell your lies to someone else, I-"
"I'm coming over there," he announced suddenly. "None of this is what you think, my love."
Her eyes suddenly filled with the darkness in her heart. Pitch-black holes replaced her eye sockets as she glared at him. "I'll be dead before I let you set foot on this station. You already betrayed me once. Never again!" Around her people were dropping to their knees, gasping for air. The condition spread until all of Bajor was affected, even the crew of the Bamboozalin was dying from lack of air.
"That won't work on me, Isabelle."
"Stop calling me that," she yelled, still not noticing the choked gasps surrounding her.
"Very well. You can't kill me with your darkness, Darla. I am your darkness. I am your match. Your friends, the people you care about? You're killing them right now." She finally looked around herself and the shock of seeing people all but passed out from lack of oxygen changed her eyes back to their normal brown-in-white. The spell undone, Miles and the rest of the sector drew a deep breath. She looked down at her father and suddenly it was too much for her. She'd only been trying to defend herself! Just once, she'd wanted to be strong and her strength had almost killed everyone. She turned and ran away.
"I'm coming over there," Tyr repeated, not waiting for permission. He suddenly appeared next to Miles, who took a swing at him. The Nietzschean ducked and put his boneblades against the strange man's throat. "I need to speak to my wife."
"Never! You're the one that hurt my daughter! I won't let you do it again." How he intended to stop the man with his boneblades at his throat was anybody's guess, but he'd manage it somehow.
"I never wanted her tears, sir," Tyr tried again desperately. "I was a fool. I never explained my intentions. I never even tried. I thought that my actions would justify everything, but she misinterpreted everything and now she's dying. Please. I need to talk to her." Miles looked his captor over and saw nothing but misery and desperation on his face. Tyr removed his boneblades as if to prove his point. "Please. I have to see her. She's dying."
"How long has she got?" the chief asked curiously.
"Less than an hour after that stunt she just pulled," the Captain of the Bamboozalin said desperately. "I need to talk to her. Please tell me where she is."
"Come with me," the father said, rushing past the recovering crowd. He led the alien to his daughter's home, knowing that the girl would seek comfort from his wife as always. Sure enough, Isabelle was there on her knees, crying as she apologized over and over to her.
"I didn't mean it," Isabelle sobbed into her mother's lap. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry…"
"I forgive you, little one," Keiko said, combing her fingers through the girl's braids lovingly. "But you still haven't explained. What brought the episode on in the first place?"
"I did," Tyr said from the doorway. Isabelle jerked and turned in her mother's arms and Tyr saw for the first time that she was pregnant. His stare was intense and she looked down in horror at her own stomach. Before anyone could move she suddenly had a small dagger pointed at the bulge in her belly.
"Get away from me or I swear to God!" she threatened, pressing the knife enough into her uniform that a small amount of blood blossomed on it. Tyr immediately dropped to his knees just inside the doorway. His hands were up in surrender.
"Please, Darla," he pleaded quietly.
"Why?" Isabelle spat back at him, climbing to her feet slowly so as not to dislodge the knife and lose her advantage. "What, did you find a buyer that would be okay with me being knocked up?"
"A buyer?"
"Of course. Why else would you be here? You got your money, you must want more."
"Actually, I want you," he said serenely. "That's the reason I'm here." He had to keep his cool now or he was going to lose them both.
"Liar," she screamed. "Stop lying to me! I'm not falling for it again. You've lost this round; go away."
"What exactly have I done to you to make you so angry?" he asked just as calmly as before. He had to get her talking if he wanted her to live.
"You know what you did," Isabelle said vehemently.
"Refresh my memory, love," he said with a smile that would have made hearts melt under different circumstances. She looked around at her audience, but there was no point in hiding it any longer.
"I woke up all alone-" She sniffled.
"Zarkonen women like to be alone when they awake. They use the time to-"
"I am not a Zarkonen!" she shouted furiously.
"I know that now, my lovely one. But after what we'd shared, I didn't think you would want to see me first thing. I was wrong to underestimate you like that."
"What does it matter? You were already betraying me! I saw you increase speed. I watched you-"
"What do you know about mercenary contracts, love?"
"Nothing. And stop with the endearments, Captain. I'm not stupid enough to fall for your bullshit twice."
"Very well, Isabelle."
"My name is-"
"Your name is Isabelle Rachel Bateman. You can change many things about yourself, but not your past. And to my previous question; mercenary contracts have to be fulfilled. When I took Bowser's contract, it was with the understanding that I would fulfill it at any cost in the allotted amount of time."
"Yeah, you made that perfectly clear," she sniped at him.
"If I didn't fulfill the contract, another mercenary unit would be dispatched to kill my crew and me and fulfill the contract themselves." That shut Isabelle up. She hadn't known that part.
"So… You had your reasons. You didn't have to sleep with me to-"
"Once you and I coupled," he continued as if she hadn't spoken, "You became my mate. Since I obviously would never turn my mate over to anyone, the only logical step was to meet with Bowser personally and force him to cancel the contract altogether. That way we wouldn't spend the rest of our lives running from bloodthirsty mercs."
Silence reigned in the room. The humans were staring at him in a new light, as was the Khaleesi. Her mind was whirling at a million miles an hour. If he never intended to turn her over, if that night had meant something to him after all…
"But… we sped up," she said weakly.
"I'm an impatient man," he shrugged with chagrin. "I wanted to get my point across to Bowser that you were my woman and I wouldn't tolerate others trying to take what was mine. Is mine." He stood up slowly, watching her knife for further movement. When none was forthcoming, he advanced on his woman slowly. "I should have been there to explain these things to you, Isabelle. You acted as if you understood so much so fast about our culture that I missed the obvious. You were never meant to suffer, love." The girl was starting to convulse under the weight of realization. There was never any reason to hate him; never any reason for her months-long depression.
"But… I…" he kissed her softly, feeling his patience kick in at the weakness in her voice. It seemed he'd finally gotten through to her.
"Wait," she whimpered. "You took the money."
"Yes, I did. And then I beat Bowser into a coma for letting my woman get away from me. He's learned the hard way that every Khaleesi comes with a built-in Berserker. He won't underestimate my resolve anytime soon."
"You… You beat him up?" she said in disbelief, the knife slipping from her suddenly nerveless fingers.
"Of course. That's Berserker rage. I've been in a rage since you disappeared four months ago. It took Misao to make me realize that I was hunting in the wrong universe." He placed a tentative hand on her stomach. "I'm so sorry that I'm late."
"Are you going to beat me too?" she whispered fearfully.
"Only if you ask me nicely," he chuckled, rubbing her belly more firmly. "Isabelle, I would never intentionally harm my mate. There's no situation that would cause me to harm you. I accept responsibility for your misery. I should have taken better care of you. You're my bliss, my calm. You're the only reason I exist; to serve you, to protect you and our children."
"Children?" she blinked. "There's only one child in here." She was sure of that. Starfleet had made sure to test her thoroughly and extensively for anomalies. She could still remember her shock when they'd told her that she was pregnant.
"I'm talking about our future children, love," he said reassuringly, caressing her face. He smiled when her eyes rolled back in her head, feeling her life force starting to stabilize. The balance was too delicate to risk though. "Did you think I would be satisfied with just one? I want you, Isabelle. All of you. Now that I've found you again, I intend to make babies, as many as you'll permit me."
"Oh, Tyr," she whispered, then covered her mouth in horror. He laughed, uncovered that luscious mouth of hers, and kissed her. She made a mewling sound in the back of her throat and he chuckled darkly at her vulnerability. Her eyes were closed and she was humming like a freight train when Keiko pulled her husband from the quarters.
"Now wait just a minute," Miles said as the door closed. "That man hurt our little girl. I'm not prepared to just hand her over to some-"
"Miles, you heard them. It was all a misunderstanding," the woman laughed at his overprotective nature. "Isabelle needs time to be with her husband. He's not going to hurt her again."
"We'll just see about that," he growled, determined to gain entry to Isabelle's home.
"Miles," Keiko said, laying a hand on his arm. "You have to trust her. Isabelle and Tyr are not going to let you in right now. They have things to discuss on their own."
"Yeah, I'll just bet they're discussing things," he said loudly to the door.
"Be that as it may. She's a grown woman and she's made her choice. As her parents, we have to respect it. Come on, now. Molly and Kirayoshi are waiting for us at home." The station's chief engineer trailed reluctantly behind her, remembering that hour deadline the Nietzschean had given him. He wanted to help but found himself unable to. With a sigh, he caught up with his wife, still wondering at the strange turn his life had taken.
… …
Isabelle was floating as he kissed her thoroughly. This was nothing like their first time. Then he'd been rough and impatient with her. Now he was kissing her as if he had all the time in the world. Was it because of the baby?
"Touch me, little one," Tyr coaxed, placing her hands on his chest. "I want your hands on me this time."
"I don't understand," she said skeptically, pulling away from him. "Why aren't you angry with me?" Tyr sighed, looking into her pretty brown eyes and seeing only confusion and not passion.
"Isabelle, if I'd been smarter about you, if I'd let go of my prejudice sooner, you would have been happily glowing with our baby kicking inside of you. You are Khaleesi, a creature made for joy. And thanks to my stubbornness and pride, you're at death's door and about to take my child with you. Yes, I can see through your illusion, little one. I can see the lost weight, the permanent bruising under your eyes. I can feel your pain and deep sadness and I'll bet you anything that your uniform is hiding your cuts. You're miserable and this time it's my fault. There's no reason to be angry with you. There's only time to love you completely and hope that it's enough." Isabelle turned away from him, suddenly feeling self-conscious, sitting on her couch to try and get at the dagger she dropped earlier.
"The baby would be kicking?" she asked. "The baby hasn't kicked all throughout the pregnancy. Dr. Bashir assures me that it's alive and healthy, but I think it's dead. It's not natural for a child to be so still."
The husband and father sat behind his wife and picked up the knife himself. It was a good knife, razor-sharp, and easily concealable. He put it down on the end table, determined that she would never need it again. "There's so much I need to teach you, Isabelle. Nietzschean children quicken with the father's seed. Let me show you," he said, leaning in to kiss her cheek. "Let me love you, Isabelle. Let me awaken our child and help you heal. I've been so stubborn, but I accept you as my wife now. No longer will you be alone, I've got you now." He was whispering directly into her ear, remembering how his voice affected her. True to form, she shivered, her thighs trembling as his words nestled themselves safely into her brain.
"I don't know how," she finally whispered back, whimpering as he pulled her hair back from her neck and kissed her tenderly. He did it again and she flinched forward away from his touch. "I-I… I don't-"
"Let me teach you how," the man said softly. He turned her around to face him and lifted her chin where she was staring avidly at the floor. "I can help you. I want to do this right this time. But I need you to let me in. Just let me in. Trust me to take care of you one last time. I swear I've learned my lesson. I swear I won't let you down again. I get it now. Allow me to show you how much I love you."
Isabelle was torn. She'd let him in once and it had almost killed her. In fact, it was minutes away from killing her. But here he was, offering to fix the hurt. Offering to take the pain away. And all she had to do was fall. But could she?
"Let me love you, little one," he pleaded, leaning his forehead against hers. "I swear on my dead family that you won't regret it."
"No, not the dead," she said firmly, looking him in the eyes. "Never swear on the dead. They don't care for it."
"Then what shall I swear on that you'll believe?" Tyr whispered, caught in her gaze.
She took a deep breath. And jumped. "Swear by thine own gracious self, which is the god of my idolatry. And I'll believe thee," she quoted Shakespeare, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on his lips. The music kicked in out of nowhere as he took over the kiss.
Try to see this through my eyes
'Cause you're not the only one confused
In this world where love is prone to lose
Still I'm
Ready to give this thing a try
But how do I give to someone
Who wants
What they can't have?
She was caught in his kiss, not helping the song along at all. She'd forgotten. She'd forgotten how good it felt to fall.
So if you need love, say it
I know that you feel it but I can't
Keep holding on and on and on
I need to be the only one
Yeah, 'cause I know that you get lonely
So show me the things you're scared to show me
And we can go on and on and on
'Til the pain is gone
His hands were everywhere, here cradling her bottom as he devoured her mouth, here exploring her uniform, looking for a way in. He found it without her help and if her eyes had been open, he would have seen all the passion he wanted in them.
Somehow they'd ended up with her lying on the couch, uniform mussed as he slowly undressed her. The man was like a thing possessed, fully dedicated to her pleasure. And slowly, oh so slowly death's tight grip on her was loosening. Reluctantly, she pulled away from that sweet embrace to one that was sweeter. She sighed contentedly when he caressed her sensitive breast. Her body had been growing to support the pregnancy. Her breasts were larger and somewhat sensitive now that she was in the second trimester.
Tyr was taking full advantage of that fact, fondling her as he continued to ravage her mouth tenderly. There was no brutality in his kiss like the last time. She was lost in his touch, lost in his kiss, and she wanted more. She wanted his touch more than she wanted Death's embrace and for the first time in a long time, she was getting just what she wanted.
Tyr could feel her trembling and did his best not to tremble along with her. It was all he could do not to squeeze her breasts and brutally take her. It was in his nature to be savage. But she needed him to be gentle with her this time, and by God, he was going to be so gentle and loving that she was going to think he was a different person altogether. The song proved that she was slipping from Death's grip. She wouldn't be able to pull music from the air like this if she was still unconsciously headed for Death. Feeling impatient to have her and fighting his instincts every step of the way, the man let the song guide him.
So if you need love, say it
I know that you feel it but I can't
Keep holding on and on and on
I need to be the only one
Yeah, 'cause I know that you get lonely
So show me the things you're scared to show me
And we can go on and on and on
'Til the pain is gone
She relaxed into his embrace, wanting more without knowing how to ask for it. Her shirt was off and her pants were as well. Now all that was left were her underthings. She felt amazing, all lit up inside as he took his time with her. He was avoiding touching her belly and for that she was grateful. This was about him and her right now, putting an innocent into the mix would have ruined the mood for her. And she didn't want the mood ruined just yet. He settled his face between her legs and the music swelled with her emotions.
With all my heart I love you, baby
Stay with me and you will see
My arms will hold you, baby
Never leave, cause I believe in this love
Sweet love
Hear me calling out your name
I feel no shame
I'm in love
Sweet love
Don't you ever go away
It'll always be this way…
The second song began as he took his first tentative lick of her sex. He caressed her thighs tenderly, holding her in place as he suckled her nether regions. He was content with listening to her dragging in great huffs of air and moaning out her contentment.
Your heart has called me closer to you
I will be all that you need
Just trust in what we're feeling
Never leave, cause
Baby I believe in this love
Sweet love
Hear me calling out your name
I feel no shame
I'm in love
Sweet love
Don't you ever go away
It'll always be this way…
She called out his name as she orgasmed in his mouth and he drank her, knowing he was on the right track. Her taste was indescribable; he only knew he wanted more. So he took what he wanted, content in the knowledge that she wanted it too and therefore would not fight him on it. Her legs were wrapped firmly around his head and she was alternating between squeezing tighter to pull him more firmly into her lap and loosening up with her ecstasy. It felt fantastic as he led her into love. He slurped at her, determined to get every drop of her tasty juices as he could. But gently…. Ever so gently until she begged him to enter her fully.
There's no stronger love in this world
Oh, baby, no
Your my man, I'm your girl
I'll never go
Wait and see, can't be wrong
Don't you know this is where you belong… belong…
It was too much. Too much and not enough at the same time. Isabelle cried out her release, listening to the Heavenly sounds of him drinking her fluids. Even so, some were getting away from him, otherwise, her privates wouldn't be so wet. She could feel the moisture on his beard, softening his bristles as he violated her most private part with his tongue and lips. But it wasn't scaring her as it should. Because he was being so gentle about it, it hardly felt like a violation at all. It felt so good and she never wanted it to end. She tried to pull away from his proficient mouth, but that only caused a deep itch that only his tongue could soothe.
Oh, sweet, sweet, and lovely, baby
Stay right here, never fear
I will be all that you need
Never leave, cause
Baby, I believe in this love
Sweet love
Hear me calling out your name
I feel no shame
I'm in love
Sweet love
Don't you ever go away
It'll always be this way…
He was relaxed as he licked her pussy clean. He had another taste and couldn't stand it any longer. He had to be inside of her immediately. He removed the rest of her clothes, careful to take his time with her. He was faster with his own clothes since she wasn't looking anyway. Now fully naked, he slid into her slowly, letting the anticipation of his occupation color her next song.
Brown skin
You know I love your brown skin
I can't tell where yours begins
I can't tell where mine ends
Brown skin
Up against my brown skin
Need some every now and then…
Heeey!
She was having a hard time getting enough air at the moment. He was in her up to the hilt, and it was making it hard to think or breathe. She moaned her acceptance of him, arched off the couch as soft orgasms hit her. She felt lit up inside, bubbled and fizzy all over as he sheathed himself deep inside of her once again. She was mewling, writhing under his power. It was just like the first time. The rocking, rocking feeling of completion. The whirl of insanity as he took her up, up, up, oh so slowly, oh so tenderly to Heaven. He'd given her life. His love, the physical representation of it, was loosening Death's hold on her. He was literally thrusting life into her. She didn't understand how it was possible, but she could feel the truth of it as he continued to please her.
Where are your people from
Maybe Mississippi or an island
Apparently your skin has been kissed by the sun
You make me want a Hershey kiss,
Your licorice
Every time I see your lips
It makes me think of honey-coated chocolate
Your kisses are worth more than gold to me
I'll be your Almond Joy; you'll be my Sugar Daddy
Tyr shifted his woman on the couch, placing a pillow under her back as she arched yet again under his power. His face was a mask of concentration as he pleased her. He could feel her life returning to her, he just had to keep her happy a little bit longer and the immediate danger would pass. She would still be weakened, but she wouldn't be at Death's door anymore. Not with him to draw love and reassurance from. He was here now, he would take care of her Khaleesi needs.
Every time you come around
Something magnetic pulls me and I can't get out
Disoriented
I can't tell my up from down
All I know is that I want to lay you down
Every time I let you in
Abracadabra, magic happens as we swim
Higher and higher
Finally we reach Heaven
Come back to the earth and then we do it all again
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
She was panting, her juices coating his body as they had once before. He remembered exactly how she felt as he'd opened her up and given her joy. He wasn't going to mess it up this time. He was going to do things right. He was going to love her the way she needed to be loved. In time she would start to glow all the time and the songs she would sing for him…
He thrust harder into her, feeling his end at hand. A fine sheen of sweat broke out on both of their bodies. He sped up, his instincts undeniable by this point. She felt so very, very good around his body! She was squeezing him so hard, all but clawing at the couch as she continued to writhe and scream for him. God, she felt good. She felt so damn good!
Skin so brown, lips so round
Baby, how can I be down
Beautiful mahogany, you make me feel like a Queen
(You make me feel like a Queen)
Tell me what's that thing you do that makes me want to get close to you
Yeah…
Oh! Oh-oh…
She felt like her heart was going to burst out of her chest. It felt like several stars had been born in her belly over the last couple of hours and yet the pulse of his penis was relentless. He kept thrusting without fail; one could set a chronometer by him. And always that thick length of his, giving her exactly what she needed. There was no room in her head for doubt or depression. Everything in her was registering joy at the moment. She couldn't hold a negative thought in her head right now if her life depended on it. Oh, God… Oh, God! It had to end, nothing could ever feel this good. She didn't want it to end.
Brown skin
You know I love your brown skin
I can't tell where yours begins
I can't tell where mine ends
Brown skin
Up against my brown skin
Need some every now and then…
Heeey!
He buried himself deep inside of her and let go with a strangled cry. She'd been calling his name all night, it only seemed fair that her name was on his lips when he ejaculated. The girl relaxed into unconsciousness and he smiled down at her sleeping form. She was in for quite a surprise when she woke.
… …
Isabelle woke to strange vibrations in her stomach. She'd never felt anything like it. She lay on her back with her eyes closed trying to identify it, but nothing came to mind. Then a hand brushed through her braids and her eyes snapped open, all of last night came crashing back into her memory. The bliss, the rapture, the push and pull of-
"Tyr!"
"Good girl," the man chuckled, leaning over her on the couch. "I've been waiting for you to wake up, little one. Are you happy with your surprise?"
"What surprise?" she cringed at a particularly hard movement in her belly. It wasn't painful per se, but it was definitely uncomfortable. Then she realized just what the surprise must be. The baby was moving!
"If we'd been together as we should have been all these months, this never would have happened, Bliss. The baby quickens with my seed and you already know I can't resist you. You never would have known the difference. As it is, our little boy is confused and restless. He should calm down in a few days." The Captain placed a hand against her stomach and the kicking centered there. "He's a fighter. He wants to protect you," Tyr smiled up at her. Then he thrust up into her gently, noting the wonderful way she tightened up in acceptance of his invasion. The kicking moved to her lower back and he chuckled. "It'll take him a little bit to accept that I'm already protecting you." He thrust again, and she arched into his touch, moaning.
"H-how did you know it was a boy?" she gasped, her nails already digging into the arm of the couch at the familiar thrusting. It felt so good and he was only getting started.
"Brain waves coming off the child, your body language, and the weak psychic link between us. You know, I could get used to having you in my head, Bliss. Especially at times like this." Her brain was swaddled in joy as he rekindled her passion from last night. He was thrusting feverishly into her now, letting her breathless whimpers and pleas guide him. She was still so tight! Even after a whole night of his occupation, she was still so fuckin tight! There was an instrumental tune playing as she surrendered to his will. He ignored it in favor of taking her to Heaven again and again.
Daley feat Jill Scott - Until the Pain is Gone
Anita Baker - Sweet Love
India Arie - Brown Skin