The BLTS Archive- Endings
by Vicki L. Reid

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Disclaimer: Paramount owns all things Star Trek, including the
characters and the universe in which they live. I'm only borrowing a
few of them for fun--not profit.

Acknowledgements: The Gardenites made me do it! But then they love
Worf and Troi just as much as I do. 

Archive at will.  Others please check with me first before linking or
archiving.

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"Yeoww!" the man screeched.

The woman, who had forgotten the identity of her partner for a moment,
blushed rosily, saying, "Oops."

When she tried to kiss the injured area to make it better, the man
pushed her away roughly, so hard, in fact, that she tumbled from the
bed. Trying not to laugh, she watched with amusement as the man
scrambled into his clothing as quickly as possible and hurried from
her quarters. A snort of laughter escaped her lips as she saw how
oddly he was walking.

She let him go, however, without saying a word, knowing the
relationship was over. She ruefully acknowledged it should never have
begun. Especially not for the reasons which had brought them together.
As she licked the blood from her lips, she reflected, *I much prefer
Klingon blood.*

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Deanna Troi entered Ten Forward, searching for either Will Riker or
Beverly Crusher for she needed to speak to both of them. Her spirits
perked up when she found them seated together at a table along the far
wall. Apparently, neither one wanted to be overheard by other patrons.
Troi approached them with a warm smile. "Will. Beverly."

Commander Will Riker, who had faced the Borg with equanimity, jumped
to his feet like a startled deer at the sound of her voice.
"Counselor," he managed to croak. Glancing at the petite Betazoid
woman he had recently become re-involved with, Will seemed to lose
more than his nerve. After opening and closing his mouth a few times,
he said, "Ladies. If you will excuse me, I must return to the bridge."

Scurrying from Ten Forward as if the Hounds of Hell or perhaps the
Targs of ghe''or were on his heels, Will ran as he had never run from
danger in his entire life. Deanna, one exquisite eyebrow raised in
amusement, stared after him, feeling only a tad bit remorseful for the
laugh which threatened to erupt from her lips.

"What did you do to him?" Beverly asked.

"He didn't tell you?" Deanna answered, as she sank into the recently
vacated seat across from the doctor.

Shaking her head, the doctor responded, "No. He wouldn't tell me
anything. All he would say is that the two of you had made a big
mistake in renewing your relationship while on the fountain of youth
planet." Beverly grinned broadly. "He wanted my advice on how to let
you down easy. He almost seemed afraid of you, Deanna."

"Let me down easy?" Troi laughed, remembering Will's frightened rabbit
imitation of moments ago. "It's about twenty years too late for that."

"So what did you do to him?" Beverly asked again.

Deanna could see that the doctor was dying of curiosity about the
night before. A far away look entered her eyes as she recalled the
scene, and Will's dumping her unceremoniously on her rear end. "Will
and Worf are much the same size," she admitted ruefully. "And since I
can feel Worf on the ship now, I forgot who I was with for a split
second."

As Beverly's eyes widened, Troi could feel the older woman's growing
mirth. "You didn't?"

"I did," Deanna told her.

The two women burst into uproarious laughter for a moment, drawing
attention from curious crewmates also in Ten Forward. Stifling her
mirth with some effort, Troi said, "I should never have rekindled my
relationship with Will. The flame was long dead and should have
remained that way."

"Why did you?" Beverly asked, curiosity in her eyes.

"I was lonely," Deanna admitted. "Worf had moved on with his life and
married Dax."

Looking at her friend with concern, Beverly stated rather somberly, "I
remember when you found out about Worf's marriage. I worried about you
for weeks; you were only a pale imitation of yourself."

Deanna smiled sadly. "Worf hurt me more than Will ever did," she told
her friend. "I never truly trusted Will Riker; he was much too smooth
with women. But Worf . . ." her voice trailed away.

"His wife is dead," Beverly said. "Why take up with Will now?"

Blushing to the roots of her hair, Troi replied with great
embarrassment, "I know that, Beverly. I wanted to hurt Worf, make him
jealous, I guess. It seems so utterly juvenile now."

"Sort of like the bubble bath with Will?" the doctor grinned.

Cringing at the very thought of the bubble bath which had been
instrumental in rekindling the dead romance between them, Deanna
blushed even redder. "I don't know how I could have been so very
stupid. A bubble bath? At my age?"

From the twinkle in Beverly Crusher's eyes, Troi could see another
spark of humor light up. Humor at her expense this time. "The planet
made you do it?" she asked.

Laughter again exploded from Deanna's lips. "Do you think Worf would
believe that excuse?" Troi asked.

"It's as good a reason as any other," Beverly told her. Becoming
serious once more, she added, "Does Worf even know that you still love
him?"

"Would he even care?" Deanna pondered. "It's been months, Beverly,
since Jadzia died and he's not contacted me once."

"You do still love him, don't you?" the doctor persisted. At Troi's
hesitant nod, she added, "Then tell him. Don't waste any more time,
Deanna. Tomorrow morning Worf is heading back into the thick of the
Dominion War, and you may never have another chance to make things
right with him. Do you want to regret missed opportunities for the
rest of your life?"

Shaking her head, she answered, "Of course not, Beverly. But what am I
supposed to say? I'm sorry your wife is dead, Worf, and I'm even
sorrier for sleeping with Will, but do you think we have a chance to
get back together?"

Beverly looked at her friend sternly, and Deanna could sense the
doctor's growing frustration with her. "Not like that certainly," she
told her, "but essentially those feelings. Who knows, you might be
pleasantly surprised at the outcome."

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Standing outside Worf's temporary quarters, Deanna heard Beverly's
words repeat again in her mind. *Don't waste any more time,* she
thought to herself. *Easy for her to say, she's already given up on
Jean Luc.*

Without warning the door sprang open before her, and Worf loomed large
in the opening. "Deanna," he said, bass voice rumbling and making her
heart pound faster. He glanced up and down the corridor as if seeking
her companion.

"Hallo, Worf," she smiled. "May I come in?"

For a moment, he looked as if he were about to refuse, but eventually
he stepped back and said, "Of course."

They stood facing each other for several long seconds, and Deanna
drank in her former lover's appearance. Recently having stepped from
the shower, his hair was loose and clung damply to his shoulders. Clad
in loose-fitting pants and open-necked shirt, Worf's appearance
surprised Troi who had seldom seen him in sleeveless garments. He had
obviously been in the process of buttoning his shirt when he opened
the door.

"How have you been, Worf?" she asked finally, trying desperately to
find the words she needed to say to make him forgive her.

"I am well," he answered, and his bewilderment at her innocuous
question was readily apparent on his face.

Her eyes filled with sympathy. "I'm sorry for your loss, Worf," she
said softly.

Looking as if she had slapped him, Worf growled angrily, "No, you are
not. Or you would not have . . ."

Deanna felt so much remorse and sadness mixed in with her guilt that
she found it hard to speak, but finally she found the strength to say,
"I never wanted Jadzia dead, Worf. I hope you believe that. I just
didn't want her married to you anymore."

Worf looked stunned. "I did not understand . . ." he began. "I thought
you meant . . ." Throwing back his shoulders, he said simply, "Thank
you."

Gazing at him quizzically, Deanna asked, "What did you think I meant?"

He glared at her for a moment with hot, bitter eyes. "You. And
Commander Riker."

*He's jealous!* her heart sang. Stepping closer, Troi drew one finger
down Worf's bare arm, eliciting a faint growl. "I'm not with Will
anymore, Worf. It was all a big mistake. The planet made me do it."

The relief he felt was clearly visible on his face, but she sensed a
hesitation still. "What is it, Worf?"

"Can you forgive me, Deanna?" he asked finally. "I was unfaithful to
you long before you began seeing Commander Riker again."

She sighed a little sadly. "It hurt, Worf," she told him. "If only I
had known why, I might have more easily forgiven you. And Will would
never have come between us."

His eyes glittered hotly. "Hormones," he admitted. "Raging hormones."

Troi brightened. "Sort of like the planet induced in me?" she asked
hopefully.

"Yes," he replied. "I did not think you would forgive my indiscretion,
so after bedding Jadzia, I decided to wed her. But I never stopped
loving you, 'Iw tIqwIj."

The first step toward reconciliation had been taken. With a smile of
anticipation, Deanna began the second phase of her plan. Pulling his
head to hers, she kissed him with growing passion. "Worf," she
breathed against his lips, "bite me."

Worf's eyes, heavy-lidded with desire, blazed for a moment into hers,
igniting a fire in her heart. "As you wish," he responded, teeth
gently nipping her cheek.

Smiling up at her erstwhile lover with lust-filled eyes, Deanna
purred, "You can do better than that, bangwI'." And just to show him
what she expected of him, Troi turned his head slightly, sinking her
teeth into his cheek, the taste of his blood singing in her soul.

With a roar of delight, Worf did as she requested. Their blood
intermingled as they kissed again. Sweeping her up into his arms, Worf
carried her to his bedroom. Hands and trembling fingers fumbled at
fastenings, making them rip the clothing from their bodies in
frustration. Soon they were lying entwined on the bed, hands and
mouths making each other tremble and sigh with desire.

Deanna gently nibbled the protruding spinelet, eliciting a moan from
Worf. "Lie still," she commanded, drawing her fingers down it's
length. Her tongue stoked the fire more as it followed her questing
fingers. All the while, Worf's groans of delight grew louder with each
caress. Finally, she took it in her mouth sucking gently and then more
urgently. Just as it appeared Worf would not be able to withstand more
arousal without bursting, she bit down. Hard.

Crying out, Worf pulled her up into his arms, capturing her bloody
lips with his. "Deanna," he moaned, urging her to heights of passion
she had never reached outside of his arms. Moving in perfect rhythm as
their hearts beat as one, they built the crescendo ever higher until
it exploded within them both.

In the aftermath of their lovemaking, Deanna rested her head against
Worf's sweat-soaked shoulder, listening to the steady throbbing of his
heart. "That was nice," she said, stroking the muscles of his chest.

"Nice?" his bass voice rumbled.

Stroking his ego even as she stroked his chest, she told him, "You
were magnificent, Worf."

"That's better," he answered with a broad grin.

Her toes began playing with one of Worf's more unusual erogenous
zones. But in an effort to ignore the growing desire, he said, "What
are your plans now, tIqwIj?"

"Do they need a counselor on Deep Space Nine?" she asked
flirtatiously.

"They may not," Worf told her, "but I certainly do."

In a more serious tone, she asked, "Shall I put in for a transfer,
Worf? I don't want to be separated from you for very long."

Worf smiled as he gently kissed her swollen lips. "I have already put
in for a transfer to the Enterprise-E," he said. "I had no intention
of allowing you to continue your absurd relationship with Commander
Riker. You are mine, Deanna, and I will never let you go again."

Her toes began stoking the fire in his heart again. "Do not do that,
tIqwIj," he commanded. "It has been too long since I loved you with my
body. I do not want to hurt you."

Drawing one finger down the center of his chest, she said with a
smile, "You could never hurt me physically, Worf. You're not some
lust-driven animal, you know."

"I am Klingon," he told her. "And we are physically stronger than
either humans or Betazoids."

Planting a trail of kisses down the center of his chest, she said
softly, "Perhaps. But you have never once used that strength against
me. And I know you never will. It's just not in your soul to do that,
Worf."

He pulled her forward until his lips could gently caress hers in a
soul-shattering kiss. "I have not attained the fiery heights since I
left the Enterprise," he told her. "Only you have the power to take me
to those heights, Deanna."

Still plying her toes with growing success, she answered, "Neither
have I, Worf. I know now that you are the only man I've ever truly
loved."

Thinking to stave off her assault on his body in order to savor it
more, Worf asked innocently, "What happened to Commander Riker? He was
walking very strangely today."

Deanna burst into unrestrained laughter. "I happened to Will, I'm
afraid," she smiled mischievously.

Worf's eyes widened. "You didn't."

"I did," she assured him. "I'm afraid I got carried away for a
moment. I thought he was you." She paused for a moment. "No, let's be
honest. I wanted him to be you."

Huge guffaws wracked Worf's body as he pictured the scene in his mind.
Although a part of him hated the very notion of Deanna in anyone's
arms but his, Worf was pragmatic enough to begin their relationship
again from this day forward. "And how did he feel about being bitten?"
he managed to ask.

"He basically threw me on the floor," Deanna told him.

Worf's laughter died in his throat. "Did he hurt you?" he growled,
ready to do battle with the commander if he had.

"Not really," Troi assured him. "And not nearly as badly as I hurt
him." When she felt Worf's body ease, she added, "I don't know why
he's so upset. After all, it's not as if his toe won't heal."

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The End