The BLTS Archive - Sunday Morning Surprises
by laurelgirl (mvs120@earthlink.net)

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Disclaimer:  Paramount Pictures owns the rights to Star Trek, DS9,
these characters and situations, except for the ones I made up.

Revised: 8/15/07 

Author's note: The title of this story comes from my
assumption that Odo and Kira had their first date on a
Saturday night, with the celebrated kiss coming on Sunday
morning. This is supported by the episode "The Sound of Her
Voice," in which Quark refers to Saturday as being the one
month anniversary of their first date. I figured Quark would
be counting back by weeks, not days.

Thanks to Chris for beta reading.

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All Kira could think of, was *why hadn't he done this years
ago?*  She now knew, with the little part of her mind which
was still functioning, that she must have loved Odo for
years.  Nothing ever felt as right as this.  His arms held
her close, his lips melded to hers.  Latent emotions buried
deep within her bubbled to the surface.  She had wanted
this, wanted him, for what seemed like forever, even if this
knowledge was new to her.  It didn't matter - they were
together now.

She vaguely recalled that they were standing in the middle
of the Promenade.  Somehow, this didn't seem to matter,
either, as long as they remained locked together.  The touch
of his lips, the feel of his body pressed next to hers, the
comforting warmth of his hands as they held her, was all
that mattered.  In that moment, Kira's whole universe was
nothing but this amazing man who stood, linked to her.

They pulled away from each other, and their eyes met.  Odo
laughed, laughed.  Kira couldn't remember the last time she
had heard him actually laugh.  But as his form shuddered
with laughter, she could almost see him shaking off years of
pain, despair, hurt and sorrow.  His eyes held hers, and
through his laughter, she heard him say, "FINALLY. . . " as
though expelling years of frustration and anguish in that
single word - like a man who had endured and successfully
completed a very long, very difficult task.  Satisfaction,
and relief.

"Yes, finally."  She hid her head in his shoulder, and felt
him bury his face in her hair.

"I love you, Nerys," Odo whispered into her ear.  It was the
first time those words had left his lips.  His counterpart
on Gaia had said those words to Kira, but he had never used
them. She noted how easily the words slipped off his tongue.
Liberated, he could say them now, as often as he liked. He
gave her a little squeeze and whispered, "Let's get out of
here."

Odo released Kira from his arms, took her hand in a firm
grip and led her through the large gathering that had been
drawn to the improbable sight of them.  Kira couldn't see
his face.  He was ahead of her, leading her through this
throng of people.  She felt a thrill rise in her.  In all
the years that she had known him, Odo always seemed to be
the one behind her.  At her back, her strong wall, but
letting her take charge.  Now the tables were turned, and
she had to admit, she rather liked that he took control of
the situation. 

They found themselves in his Security office.  The doors
whooshed closed, and they just stood there, staring at each
other, his hand still gripping hers, their fingers
interlaced.  With his other hand, Odo brushed a bit of her
hair from her forehead, and then skimmed his thumb down the
side of her face to her chin.  He smiled, and slowly shook
his head, as if in disbelief.  He gathered her into his arms
once again and they held each other close, each one silently
asking the same question: "What now?"  

"I . . . I'm on duty in a few minutes.  I really should get
to Ops.  Not that I expect to be able to get much work
done." She ran her hand over his smooth, unfinished face.

"I know. I'm already late for my first patrol."  He made no
move to release her, however.

"Well, there goes your life of order and control.  You know
how chaotic and messy these 'humanoid mating rituals are.' 
She laughed and reached up to kiss him again.  He eagerly
met her lips and they fell, drowning in each other once
again.

Pulling apart, Odo glanced at the chronometer. "Here's to
chaos!"

"The shop keepers won't know what to think."

"After the demonstration we just put on, the disarrangement
of my schedule will seem like nothing, believe me."  He
continued to grin as he held her hands in his.

"I'm afraid you're going to have it worse than me.  I can
hide in Ops all day.  Prophets know what you're going to
have to endure."

"Nerys, this I can endure, gladly, happily, blissfully. . ."

"I hope you still think so by the end of the day.  Come to
my quarters at 1900 hours, okay?"  Feeling both happy and a
little shy, she blushed.

He nodded, and she released his hands as she exited his
office and headed for Ops.  Impulsively, she turned and
threw him a radiant smile as he watched her depart.  For the
briefest of moments, he thought he would lose his form as
his substance rippled and hummed beneath his humanoid skin.

"Nerys," he called after her, his voice an anguished,
strangled whisper, "I don't think I can wait."

She flew into his arms. "Not a moment longer."

"Computer, emergency site to site transport. Two to beam
directly to Major Kira's quarters. Authorization Odo 1742
Beta. Execute."

---

Kira managed a smile as the familiar surroundings of her
quarters shimmered into view. "I'm not sure if this meets
the criteria for emergency transport." They were still
holding each other.

"Today, it does." He kissed her again.

Kira could taste the years of wanting, of repressed desire,
pouring into her mouth with each kiss, more frantic than the
last. She felt insubstantial, like her body was melting
away. Without warning, her knees gave way. Odo's tight grip
on her was the only thing that prevented her from crumbling
in a heap on the floor. Without a word, Odo picked her up,
settling them both on the lounge.

"I think this is what you call being swept off your feet."

"Nerys. . .?" his choked, desperate whisper pleaded -
implored - her permission to release the passion he'd caged
up his entire lifetime. She kissed him - hard, as desire
roared through her, answering his own. They crashed together
in an ungainly tangle of limbs, as wild abandon drove them
to quench their mutual need. Nerys found herself writhing
underneath Odo as they devoured each other with frenzied,
hungry kisses. Unthinking, she began tearing at his uniform
tunic. Frustrated in her efforts, she jerked herself over,
toppling them both to the floor with a thud.

"Are you alright?" Odo asked, regaining a measure of
composure.

She laughed. "It just occurred to me that I'm not going to
be able to undress you, at least not by any conventional
methods."

"Ah, no."

Her dark eyes burned into his. "Then why don't you undress
both of us."

"Wouldn't you like to. . ." his words were cut off by her
lips on his, as she swallowed him up in a turbulent kiss.
Further conversation was pointless. She felt her uniform
being peeled from her body. Freed from its constraints, she
curled her legs around his while tightening her grip on his
shoulders. As if from a great distance, she heard the soft
fluid sound of a Changeling morph. The rough texture of the
uniform shimmered away, replaced by warm smooth silky skin.
Her hands moved greedily over this unexplored landscape,
digging into his back and buttocks, urging him toward his
quarry. His soft moan as he slipped effortlessly into her
was drowned out by her louder cries of pleasure, as the need
within her was quenched again and again. They moved together
as one, their bodies pitched in perfect harmony. All the
while, their lips fused in kiss after sweet, glorious kiss,
until, in an uncharacteristic feat of sexual gymnastics,
Nerys slung her legs over his shoulders and pinned his head
between her ankles. Rocking back, Odo expelled a deep sigh
of pleasure, and for the first time, Kira was able to see
his face. His eyes were closed, but his face was radiating
something akin to ecstasy, as his half parted lips gasped in
astonished delight. A tiny corner of her mind registered
that she'd seen this look before, or something very like,
when he'd Linked with the Founder. Even in the shuddering
fallout of her latest orgasm, she smiled warmly, happy to
know she was able to give him back some of the blissful
elation she herself was experiencing. Kira's body was slick
with her sweat as she wound herself around her lover,
reveling in the uncomplicated pleasure of joyous sex.

---

Odo dared not open his eyes, lest this dream, this vivid,
erotic dream collapse like an unstable containment field
around him. For dream it surely had to be, even if no dream
of his ever felt this real.

"Odo." The sound of his name on her lips, the way she said
it with such deep affection, and tenderness and passion, all
rolled into one, caused his eyes to fly open.

Sweet, merciful Prophets! It wasn't a dream! She was in his
arms and he was doing things to her and she was doing things
to him that were light-years beyond anything he'd ever
experienced. He struggled for an instant, trying to
understand this new, glorious reality, when a tiny voice
admonished him. *Don't think, Odo. Just feel the pleasure,
enjoy the sensations.*

Burying the self doubt and the uncertainties, Odo gave
himself over to total sensory enjoyment. His lips tingled as
they clung to hers in kiss after kiss. He could almost taste
her sweet freshness as their tongues parried with each
other, sending a delightful thrill that ricocheted through
him.

The part of him buried deep within her moved now with
confident surety. Not only were his thrusts causing her to
thrash and buck beneath him, but the sensations his actions
produced sent waves of heated desire that radiated into his
belly, and up his spine, and down his legs. He thought his
frenzied cells might well catch fire from the heat.

The sensory assault didn't end there. Wherever Nerys touched
him, his cells hummed and strained in quivering arousal. She
was alternatively caressing and roughly kneading his
shoulders, back and buttocks. Her touch was both healing
salve and searing flame against his simulated humanoid skin.
Both sensations threatened to overwhelm him.

But it was her own skin that brought him by far the most
astonished sense of exquisite pleasure. Her skin, with its
infinite combinations of texture, temperature and
composition, was an endless vista awaiting his eager
exploration. He wanted to touch her everywhere at once,
wanted to mine the delights of every bit of pliant,
responsive flesh. His hands roamed through her silky hair,
over her eyes and face, down her jaw to that oh, so perfect
spot at the hollow of her throat. He could dedicate hours to
that one place alone. How many years had he watched that
spot on her throat move as she swallowed, and yearn in
frustration, wanting nothing more than to touch her there?
His fingers traveled up her neck, coming to rest against the
vulnerable place where her life's blood coursed so close to
the surface. He could feel the heated liquid as it passed
under his touch.

He dare not linger there too long. Feeling the pulsing
liquid of Nerys' blood was having an effect on his
morphogenic matrix, making him want to release his own inner
liquid self. His hands traveled down over her collar bones
until he reached the swell of her breasts. He heard Nerys
hiss as he moved his thumbs over her nipples. Odo gasped
himself, marveling at her physical response to his touch. As
he continued to stimulate these now hard, crinkly points,
the residue of his humanity asserted itself, as primal urges
alien to his Changeling nature demanded attention. He pulled
his lips away from hers and shifted slightly, bringing his
head down and covering her breast with his mouth. Without
conscious thought, he began to suckle at her, moving his
head from one nipple to the other, nipping and sucking and
licking at those delicate orbs, while kneading her breasts
with his fingers. It triggered an almost instantaneous
reaction from Kira. She gasped again, and began to moan in
earnest. It triggered something in Odo as well, an urgency
to release his frenzied self from its confinement.

He raised up to watch his lover. Kira had thrown her head
back, and was crying out as she reached the crest of her
passion. Odo stilled his movement, wanting to absorb all the
pleasure Nerys was projecting. Her whole body tensed
rigidly, even as deep inside, her spasm of release squeezed
him tight. Odo placed a hand under her arched back, as her
throaty cries dissolved into contented whimpers, and her
body went limp around him. Odo closed his eyes in amazement.
He had been able to do this for her. His body, his love had
given this to her. A warmth quite different from the
passionate fires that still raged within him descended over
and enveloped him. He gathered her up in his arms and held
her close, murmuring words of love and gratitude against her
neck. Her arms wrapped around him in a return embrace as she
whispered her own words of endearment back. It lasted for
several moments, before the stranglehold of need filled him
again. The remnant of timeless humanoid instincts beyond his
control took possession of his body once more. His hips
began the now familiar rocking motion as he thrust into her
again.

---

Nerys thought she had reached the limit of sensory
endurance, but there was an urgency to Odo's movements as he
drove himself deep into her that had been absent from their
previous coupling. She held onto him tightly, helping him
seek his own release. She matched him, thrust for thrust,
encouraging him with both her voice and body. The explosion,
when it came, was violent in its intensity, shaking them
both to the core. Odo's deep groan rumbled though her -
equal parts pain, relief and pleasure - as he emptied his
passion into her. He clutched at her and Nerys felt his body
become soft and unstable. Her hands sank into Odo's back as
his form lost cohesion. Pulling her hands away, she reached
for his face and was met with a melting, waxy substance that
transformed to a golden amber fluid that bore only a passing
resemblance to a humanoid.

*Oh, Prophets!* Nerys fought back the panicked shudder that
threatened to course though her. *He's going to lose his
shape!* She hadn't given a single thought to Odo's true
nature, but the reality of his alien-ness slammed like a
phaser blast into her now. Battling both her involuntary
fear and her intense desire to keep the knowledge of that
fear from Odo, Nerys forced herself to calmness. "You okay?"

He groaned again - an ageless, painful, primal sound. He
hovered in a self-made purgatory, between liquid and solid,
form and formlessness. This not-quite-humanoid,
not-quite-Changeling substance that was her lover roiled and
quaked and heaved around Kira, and it took all her
considerable willpower to push down another attack of panic.
Then a rigid tension flowed into his nearly liquid torso and
limbs. His returning humanoid body shook and trembled as he
struggled to regain control. In the process, he ground her
deeper into the none-too-forgiving carpeting at her back.  
". . . Will be," came his stilted reply. If she didn't know
better, Nerys would have thought he was fighting for breath.
After a moment or two, the tension in his body relaxed and
he collapsed in a heap atop her. This felt familiar, the
languid exhaustion that came in the wake of a strenuous bout
of lovemaking.

"Odo?"

"Nerys?"

She heard the uncertainty in his voice, felt it shiver
through his body. *Prophets, Kira, say the right thing!*  "I
think I've been waiting for you my whole life, even though I
was too big a fool to see it. All the times I felt like
something was missing from my life, something vital and
elemental and absolutely necessary. Turns out, what was
missing from my life was you." Odo closed his eyes and
heaved a deep breath, and Kira realized she'd voiced his own
desperate thoughts. All the years when he'd been so lonely
and isolated, abandoned by a people he didn't know,
exploited by those he did. When his cries for understanding,
and acceptance were rebuffed by scientists as cold and
indifferent as the cold, white antiseptic walls of the
laboratory that was both his home and his prison. When fear
and loneliness were his only companions. When being the
outsider meant more than merely being different - it meant
never revealing the pain that was within. Little wonder he'd
adopted an air of sullen animosity, projected such a surly
moroseness.  His crusty demeanor was carefully constructed
to protect the soft, vulnerable inner core of his being. And
yet, she thought as she gazed at the face she was fast
coming to love, that vulnerability seeped out in so many
ways. If only she hadn't been so blind, she would have seen
it years ago. Shame and guilt gripped at her. It was her
blind, insensitive blundering that had been a contributor -
a significant contributor - to his pain. And still, he'd not
only forgiven her, but he'd gone on loving her. She kissed
him again, a long soft deep kiss. "I'm so sorry, for taking
so long to see what was right in front of me."

"It doesn't matter, Nerys."   

And he meant it. Anyone else might have harbored residual
resentment, but not Odo. Kira knew there would be no
recriminations, no dredging up of the past. To Odo the past
was forgotten. Could she curb her blunt, tactless Bajoran
disposition to warrant the trust he was placing in her?
Could she nurture and protect his heart, and not witlessly
wound him again? Prophets help her, she could but try.

What she didn't know was how, or even if, she should broach
the subject of his losing his shape. It was something they'd
never discussed, but Kira had the impression that Odo's
natural state was something he was acutely embarrassed and
even ashamed of. How to reassure him, without triggering
that embarrassment?  And brutal honesty forced her to admit
she herself was disturbed by what he really was. It would
kill him to know that. She'd rather cut off her arm than
have to make such an admission to him. Better to pretend
nothing had happened. Silence, in this case, seemed the
kindest thing to do.

The atmosphere threatened to become oppressive. His face, so
beautiful in its simplicity, continued to bear a shadow of
his earlier anxiety. His eyes, those expressive blue eyes,
flickered with worry.

She ran her hands through his already tousled hair, and
grinned at him. "What's so funny?" he demanded, a bit too
defensively.

"I've never seen your hair messed up before. I like the
look. In fact, I think I like everything about you." Her
grin broadened as she rubbed his chest and shoulders with
her hands. Still, he looked dubious. "Odo, I'm happy. You've
made me so very happy. I want to make you happy too. I want
you to feel the joy."

He closed his eyes, unable to hold her gaze. His forehead
pressed into hers, and when he spoke, there was shame in his
voice. "I do, Nerys." He paused and then, pushing words
difficult to say past the emotional lump that formed in his
throat, "I'm sorry about . . . what just happened. I didn't.
. . "

"Shhhh," she cut him off. She wasn't quite prepared to say
it was okay, wasn't quite prepared to say it didn't matter.
She couldn't give him all the reassurance he needed. She
would give him what she could.  "Welcome to the world of
messy, chaotic humanoid relationships. They're complicated.
They have their ups and downs, especially in the beginning.
There's a reason you only read about 'happily ever after' in
fairy tales. But," she smiled as his eyes widened in growing
uncertainty, "where there's love, and trust and respect,
almost any difficulty can be worked out."

"Are you saying you love me?"

"Um. I *love* (kiss) laying here next to you. I *love*(kiss)
the way you make me feel. I *love*(kiss) making love to you.
You make me very, very happy." She grinned and began to draw
aimless circles over his chest and belly. "Um, do you
suppose. . .? Her voice deepened into a husky growl, as she
pushed him over onto his back and straddled him. Her fingers
found his nipples and he moaned softly. "Look at me," she
whispered.

Dazed, he opened his eyes.

"Exactly how much 'recovery time' does a Changeling need,
Constable?" she asked playfully, as her dark eyes swept over
his sleek naked body.   "Far less than you're used to," he
answered with just a hint of smugness, caught up in her
amusement.

"Good. I don't like to be kept waiting."

---

It seemed to go on forever. Everything else dissolved into the
hazy recesses of Kira's mind. There was only Odo, loving
her, dedicating himself to her, giving himself to her. They
came together again and again, and even Odo's momentary
lapses into his natural state ceased to matter. He was hers,
and he loved her. That was all that mattered.

He fascinated her. Physically and emotionally. This man she
had known for so many years, had called friend for so many
years, had in the course of a night turned into a mystery to
her. He was unlike anyone she had ever known. A study in
contrasts. His skin, which gave the appearance of smooth,
polished stone, was softer to the touch than Tholian silk.
Mutable marble, she thought as she ran her hands over him.
His stern, remote persona melted into a sweet, gentle,
tender lover who gave of himself from a seemingly bottomless
reservoir of love. In the span of 26 hours, he had managed
to shatter all her preconceptions of him. She could love
this man for a long, long time.

His lips brushed against hers. She opened her eyes and
smiled up at him. "I must've fallen asleep." She stretched,
and then curled up against him again. "How'd we wind up
here?" she asked, indicating the bed.

"I thought you'd be more comfortable here than on your
living room floor."

"You're very warm and soft," she commented, running her hand
down his chest.

"So are you." He skimmed his fingertips against the inside
of her upper arm, raising goose bumps. Nerys closed her eyes
and shook her head. "What is it?" he whispered, moving his
hand to gently cup the swell of her breast.

She sighed. "Oh, Prophets, that feels good. I was just . .
." she turned her head away from his and blushed. "I was
just trying to picture sitting next to you at tomorrow's
staff meeting."

"Ah. You'll feel awkward, perhaps?" He circled his palm over
her now hard, aching nipples.

"Won't you?"

Odo felt her flexible, supple back arch to push her breast
more firmly into his hand. His eyelids half closed dreamily.
"Nerys, for this, I'll risk a little staff meeting
awkwardness."

"Just don't be surprised if I throw you onto the wardroom
table and have my way with you!"

He looked at her in alarm. "You're joking."

"Possibly."

Odo shook his head. So much of humanoid romance was a
mystery to him, but he was learning that Nerys enjoyed
gently teasing him, and seemed positively delighted when he
played along.  He was, if nothing else, a fast study.

"Why don't you have your way with me now?"

---

Odo held the sleeping form of the woman he loved and tried
to ignore the painful knot that lodged in his chest. The
night had been so close to perfection. So close, yet
achingly out of reach. How many years had he dreamed of what
this night would be like, making love to Nerys, sharing all
that he was with her, finally able to love and be loved in
return. To feel the balm of understanding and acceptance,
healing a heart lacerated by a lifetime of rebuke and
rejection? It had all been right there, and in an instant
had slipped from his fingers, like sand through a sieve.  He
closed his eyes against the crushing shame of who – what –
he was. It had tainted and tarnished the one precious thing
in his life.

Kira had pretended not to be afraid when he'd momentarily
lost control over his humanoid form, and he'd pretended not
to notice her flash of panicked fear. But what he was – what
he really was – had frightened her.

---
FLASHBACK I
---

A dark, dusty cavern, intermittently racked by the quaking
of seismic tremors. The Female Founder stands before him, a
small smile of triumph dancing across her face, despite the
phaser he has leveled at her.

"She is never going to love you, Odo. How could she? You are
a Changeling."

---
FLASHBACK II
---

A sea of faces – Bajoran faces – flickering before him, the faces
of strangers. All with the same look – alarm, panic, fear. All
recoiling in horror.

"How many times must you be told, odo'ital? Never, never
show your true self in public. I am very disappointed with
you."

"I'm sorry, Dr. Mora. I couldn't help it. I was so
frightened. . . "

"I'm tired of your excuses. You are not to revert to your
natural state under any circumstances outside the confines
of this lab. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Doctor."   "You are a revolting sight to people. I
will not have this facility threatened by a mob of angry,
frightened Bajorans as a result of your . . . antics!" Do
you understand?"

"Yes, Doctor."

---

Odo closed his eyes against the nightmare of those terrible
memories. They were replaced by his last and worst
nightmare. The sight of the woman he loved with that same
expression of revulsion and fear. The woman, whose very
existence in the Universe had shaped the course of his life. 

He waited all night for her to talk to him about it. Her
studied silence had been more eloquent than words. She was
not prepared to go beyond the pretense of him as a mock
humanoid. She would studiously ignore, would refuse to
acknowledge, that alien 'otherness' that was the real him.

But he loved her – Prophets, how he loved her. It said a lot
about Nerys that she'd willingly – enthusiastically even –
reentered the erotic arena with him, after that first,
unfortunate encounter. And the love they had made through
the night – the very solid, very humanoid love – had been
rollicking and joyous and deeply, deeply gratifying. Loving
her as a solid wasn't so bad, really. It was a compromise he
had been long prepared to make. It was, after all, his
Changeling nature that had proven to be the principal
impediment to his declaring his love for her; the thing that
had for so long shackled his tongue.

What he hadn't been prepared for was the shattering physical
and emotional response of his substance when he reached the
apex of his passion. He had no defenses for it, no conscious
ability to fight its effects on his form. But Nerys hadn't
flinched after that first time, and as the night went on, he
learned, if not better control, at least better ways for
both of them to cope. So he would willingly play the game,
even if it meant denying what he really was.

Kira stirred in his arms and instinctively snuggled in
closer to him. Odo tightened his grip on her and marveled at
the overpowering intimacy of the simple act of holding her
in her sleep. So vulnerable, and yet so trusting. Yes, he
could live with this arrangement. The painful knot in his
chest eased a bit, replaced by something else. It was not
quite contentment, and it was not quite happiness, but it
was close. Very, very close.

---

The End