The BLTS Archive - The Missionary
by Lyrastar (watergal@liquidfic.net)

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Disclaimer:  All characters and any symbionts contained within
them are solely the property of Paramount/Viacom.

Archive: ASC*, BLTS and my site.

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Jadzia stepped over the threshold into his cabin to find it black and
silent.  A dark form sat motionless in an armchair near the window.
"Benjamin?" she asked.  The galvatron survey she held in her hand was
suddenly forgotten.

Benjamin sat in the dark, his back to the door, his eyes to the cold
expanse outside.  At her voice he turned his head.  "Dax.  Turn on the
light."

Jadzia complied.  By the time she found the switch, Benjamin was
standing as composed as ever, his face revealing no suggestion that it
had ever been and other way.  The familiar smile spread slowly across
his jaw.  He shook his head in disbelief.  "My my, old man.  You
certainly have changed.  I'm not sure I will ever get used to seeing
you like this."

Tentatively Jadzia wandered towards him.  "Well, Benjamin, it's still
me, at least the way you mean."  She set the padd down on the table
and sat down beside it.  "But you're right," she added
conversationally,  "it is odd being female again after almost a
century. "

Benjamin's grin widened.  He joined her at the table.  "So I can
imagine."

Jadzia smiled back.  "Not to me, exactly; that's not what I mean.  We
Trills are used to it.  It's more a difference in how
others--non-Trills--respond to me."

"Prejudice?" Benjamin asked seriously.  "Not here, I trust."

"No, not prejudice, just--different."  She shrugged her brow
meaningfully but her eyes held an infinitely compassionate smile. "For
example, you never looked at Curzon like that."

Benjamin shifted uncomfortably, then forced himself back to
equanimity.  He folded his hands and met her eyes with wan humor.  "I
should hope not, --old man."

Jadzia laughed softly.  "That's better.  You can't pretend nothing has
happened.  I am Dax, but I'm a new person too.  But please remember
that that person thinks of you with all the affection that Curzon did
and will always be your friend." She took his hand and a chill ran
through his body at the unexpected sensation.

"It's just as well, really," Jadzia continued lightly.  "Curzon might
well have taken you up on it.  He certainly did enjoy the carnal
pleasures.  Frequently and with as much variety as possible."

"Yes," Benjamin chuckled.  "Do you remember the Orion twins--"

"Remember!  That night taught me to look more closely at dental work
before asking for a date.  In fact, the scar never went away.  I
remember Arandis asked me about the scar on the day--" Her voice
trailed off.

"Say it," Benjamin said evenly.

"On the day Curzon died." They were both silent for a long moment.

Jadzia broke the moment.  "You have lost so much, haven't you?" 

"Do you know anyone who hasn't?" he asked reasonably.  "But then, I
have had so much as well.  It evens out."

"Where is Jake, by the way?" Jadzia asked.  Her tone brightened
considerably.

"Nog's."

Jadzia started in evident surprise.

Benjamin chuckled at the response.  "He asked to sleep over and Odo
said he would check in on them from time to time.  I think it will be
okay.  Odo said something about morphing into a Dabogirl magazine to
make sure he was never out of eyeshot. This transition has been hard
on Jake too.  He needs a little--space."

"He's growing up fast," observed Jadzia.

"Yes, too big to be daddy's boy anymore."

"That must get lonely."

Benjamin pushed away from the table in a sudden rush.  He sprang to
the window and just stood hands clenched tightly behind his back.  The
lines of his neck stood hard and tense and Dax wished she hadn't been
so right.

Benjamin said to the window, "Dax, sometimes, when everything is
quiet, I miss her so much I think I must be going mad."  He made a
soft sound, and then there was only the gentle throb of the power
relays buzzing in the air around them. And silence.

Jadzia pushed the padd away and rose to stand beside him.  She still
matched him inch for inch in height she noted absently.  She put an
arm around his waist and tugged as if to pull his stiff form towards
her.  He didn't budge.  "Dax--" he said uneasily.

"You know what Curzon would say?" she bantered as in the old days.

"What?" Benjamin responded.

"When you are at your lowest, tense, depressed and powerless to change
it, there is nothing like a good, old-fashioned, long, slow,
comfortable screw to give you a new perspective on life."

Despite himself, Benjamin burst out laughing.  "Yes, he just might at
that.

"But I am not Curzon," he added seriously.  "And neither are you."

Jadzia shrugged.  "That's a matter of contention.  But anyway,
Benjamin, it's just sex.  You have to admit, it would feel good.  And
I do need to take this host for a test drive sometime."

Benjamin's gaze narrowed intently.  "You're serious." 

"Always," Jadzia said calmly.

Benjamin demurred.  "I don't know.  Since Jennifer's death I have
never-- I have never wanted to be with anyone else.  I still don't."

"I know," Jadzia said as gently as possible. "But this isn't the same
thing at all.  And Jennifer isn't coming back."

"I know that," Benjamin said quietly.  For a moment it sounded like he
might go on, but his voice broke on the last note and his shoulder
quivered against her chest.

Jadzia held him until it ceased.  And then she said, "I'm not talking
about what you had with her.  It just doesn't make much sense to go on
being alone--or lonely--when it doesn't have to be that way."  She
nudged him just a little.  "Benjamin, are you going to tell me that
Jennifer wouldn't want you to feel better?"

Again, despite himself, Ben laughed.  "No.  I couldn't tell you that
at all.  She always was smarter than me."

"No argument there," Jadzia grinned.

Benjamin exhaled.  Just a bit of the tension dropped away from the
muscles under her arm.  "Well, I would like to see how far down those
spots really go."

Jadzia smiled affectionately and dropped her cheek against his
shoulder. "I told you once already: they go all the way."

Kissing his shoulder once lightly through the shirt, she took two
steps back.  Benjamin turned in surprise.  Slowly, with the touch of
an expert, Jadzia began to remove all her clothing.

Benjamin watched, entranced, as each new piece of her emerged.  The
man he had known so well was now a woman he had never seen.  And she
was magnificent.  When she bent over to free herself from her
trousers, each curve of her body was accentuated by the motion.  Her
body arched and sculpted in exquisite feminine form stirring desires
he had not even recognized as still living within him.  He rubbed
himself firmly through his uniform, his willful penis already painful
and hard.

"So," she gestured with her hands down her naked body, "What do you
think?" Once again that slow smile she loved so well crept across his
face.

"I think that Curzon would definitely approve," he said.  His grin
spread from ear to ear.

She marched toward him purposefully, but he stopped her with a hand.
"No."

"Benjamin--"

"Please, Dax, my way?"  It came out like a plea.

"Of course," she said kindly.

"Lie down on the bed," he said.  Watching her, he began to remove his
uniform as well.

Willingly, she complied. 

"Not like that," Sisko barked.

"Hm?" Jadzia asked.  She lay back on the bed, feet flat on the floor,
knees waving at him in invitation.

"On the bed.  All the way on the bed," he commanded.

"Old fashioned, aren't you," she said, pulling her legs out flat and
straight.

"In some ways."  Already hardened to the limit, Benjamin palmed his
thick cock and began to massage it in front of her.  Eyes fixed to the
flush of her spots, he leaned hungrily down toward her.

This time it was she who stopped him with a hand.  "Benjamin, wait--"

He straightened and turned wistfully.  "I knew this wasn't a good
idea.  I'll just--"

She interrupted.  "No, it's not that.  Would you just--show me your
teeth?"  She winked mischievously.

With a deep, rolling, belly laugh, Benjamin displayed his perfect set
of smooth white teeth.  Jadzia lay on her back, spread her legs,
opened her arms and welcomed him comfortably.

Gingerly, Benjamin lowered himself onto her.  Slowly began to move.
His hands found her breasts and his penis readily found the crook of
her thigh.  Some primal rhythm recalled itself in the back of his
mind.  With his pelvis he began to undulate against her crotch.  She
grabbed compulsively at the broad expanse of his back, kneading and
stroking as the muscles rippled with heat.  With one fingertip
Benjamin tentatively checked her lips.

Already wet, Jadzia moaned.  He put a finger between her folds and
spread the moisture from stem to stern, She pressed into his hand and
he thrust his penis harder against the smoothness of her belly where
the Dax symbiont lay somewhere deep within.

"May I...kiss you," Sisko managed.

"Oh yes," Dax said fervently.

Sisko pressed himself full upon her and kissed her so long and hard it
all but took her breath away. She writhed beneath him, the rest of her
body hungry for the same.  Frantic now, she rocked up to meet him but
he forced her back down to the bed.  "No," he said.   "Let me do the
work."

Jadzia bent her knees and spread her hips and eagerly pulled him
inside.

With the first feel of him within her, her eyes flew open wide.  The
shockwaves flooded her body and soul and her world narrowed to the
feel of him delving her depths. How could she have forgotten, even
after eighty years?  The glorious feel of man inside woman, stretching
her, filling her, stroking her to new heights.

They moved together, man woman and symbiont, he ever conscious of the
other life that lay between them, within her.  She unable to be
conscious of being anything other than being herself.  He never
changed his speed.

Moving slow and hard and deep he thrust himself repeatedly inside. His
body glistened with the sweaty sheen of his tension.  The veins of his
neck stood out thick and heavy in cords.  With each thrust they jerked
in unison with the cords and veins which rubbed rough and beautiful
against the delicate flesh inside her.

Never breaking his torturous rhythm, he drew up on his arms and bent
his head down to watch.  The vision of his ropy penis sliding in and
out of her beautiful thick patch was almost too much and he shuddered
and collapsed down against her.  He stilled himself hard against her,
panting for control.  "Wait--" he choked.

Easily accepting the full weight of his bulk, she grabbed his head and
silenced him with a kiss--hard and deep.  Her sinuous tongue worked
and plunged in his mouth in frantic desperation.  The sweet-sour odor
of sex and love rose in waves from them both, the universal indicator
of bodies in heat.  She clutched and his penis with the strong muscles
wrapped around it and he instinctively resumed his thrusts with a
groan.

He whispered things in her ear, telling her to lift her legs
higher--then higher still.  With each change he reached a new place
within her and pushed her even further into Nirvana. In her passion
she wrapped her ankles around his ass and locked them tightly
together.  Her heels bit into his ass and it was too much. His eyes
rolled back and his body went limp. She came as she heard the soft
sound that he made in his throat.

When the trembling stopped, Benjamin dragged him weight off to the
side.  He crumpled face first into the pillow.  She grabbed him back
with her strong arms and held him tight.  Slowly his breathing
returned to normal.

"Dax," he murmured.

"Yes, Benjamin?" she answered

"When you said it was just sex--"

"I lied," she said.

"I know.  So now what do we do, old man?" he asked quietly.

"Live," she said and kissed him lightly on the neck.  "Like everyone
else in the galaxy, we go on living.  And doing our best for the
things and the people we love."

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The End

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~Lyra June 2003