The BLTS Archive - Farewell Bajor, Farewell
second in The Ambassador and The Dabo Girl series
by R.Schultz (Cousindream@MSN.com)

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Spoilers: Set after the "The Forsaken" episode, and after my own
"Promenade". Stand-alone story, though it is understood better if
you've read "Promenade".

Disclaimer: All things Star Trek belong to Paramount, and whoever owns
Paramount today. I'm just helping a few (fictional) characters enjoy a
depraved encounter or two. Then I'll put them back good as new
excepting the dissipated smiles on their faces. No money is involved
here, so don't sue, please. This story, however, is mine under
common-law copyright.

Archiving: Written for the Femme_Fuh-Q_Fest eGroup, Dec., 2000,
approximately 5000 words. Will be posted to ASCEM. Once posted, it may
be archived, though I wish notice of the event.

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First I tried twisting my hand, my fist, again. Leeta moaned,
quivering as I twisted my fist the other way. I leaned over her,
kissing the soft swell of hip and buttcheek, trying not to feel the
ridging of old wounds. Smiling when she moaned again, liking my
licking tongue. Then I tried straightening my hand out inside her, and
she moaned louder. She panted unevenly as I twisted my fist back and
forth. Then I once more tried withdrawing my fist. She clamped down
hard on my wrist, quivering and crying in a thin note as she did.

I patted her hard on her poor scored backside, then tried helping her
as she moved. Somehow she got up on her hands and knees, thighs spread
and jerking. This time when I began twisting as I was trying to
extract my hand, I felt the muscles give a hair. Then again, and my
hand was straightening as the heel of my palm reached air again.

Leeta's scarred back shone with sweat, and she never stopped shaking
her head, sweat flying. I could feel a few drops strike my free arm as
I reached under and caressed her aching breasts.

She wailed again, her muscles jerking in spasms around my hand. Each
time they jerked I moved my hand back. Until ... Until the knuckle of
my thumb encountered the muscles and Leeta convulsed. She let out a
small peep, and with a soft 'pop' my hand slipped free of her. She
jerked wildly for a second, convulsed in another release. She dripped
sweat into my palm as I made to caress her breast again. She swatted
that hand away desperately, still quivering in after shocks. Then she
collapsed.

"'Nuff, 'Axana, 'Nuff. No more, please, not now .."

I lay beside my sweet young lover, cuddling her, comforting as she
panted. She clutched me too hard, until her holds became caresses.
Soothing ME now.

We both licked at her taste on my hand, taking turns kissing each
other and enjoying the scent and flavor of young Bajoran girl.

She bent slightly, and lifted, to guide one of my aged nipples into
her mouth and then the other. I purred, running my fingers through her
hair as she nursed on me. Feeling rather satisfied with myself. To
love and be loved, ah! Can there be many things better?

The clean overpowering scent of brine, movements of air off the
shallow bay, almost one entire wall open to this world's breeze. Bajor
might not be a Risa, but it does have a few places to relax. Make
love. Be pampered. Make love. Eat. Make love again. Sleep or nap. Make
love again.... But you get the picture, I am sure.

Leeta stirred once she had quieted, looking up at me. Smiling.
Teasing. Her hand running through the snow-white patch of pubic hair
above my sex. Enjoying me. Daring me. Seeing if I wanted her
attentions again. Or I her. The wench.

Lovely word that. Wench. Produces multiple images of soft sexuality as
so many other words involved with sex evoke images of dirt and
disgusting things. Good word to describe Leeta. MY wench, this weekend
at least.

Most days I awoke as the important Lwaxana Troi, an Oligarch of the
female government of Betazed. Most days Leeta awoke as just another
Dabo girl on DS9. This was a week for some changes. Probably temporary
ones, but still changes.

This past week I was an old overweight lover of a sleek young
passionate Bajor girl, and she was living a daydream of a rich lover
giving her a marvelous time. Not to mention incessant sex.

"No?" she whispered. Leaving off her fondling she raised up and rolled
off our bed onto her feet. "Then come out onto the beach with me.
Bring the cell mattress and yourself, join me. Please?"

I looked about for our bathing suits, but she was already sprinting
across the patio to the white-red sand. Fair enough. I was accustomed
to going about nude on my own planet. It was pleasant seeing someone
else accustoming themselves to rational clothing practices. Granted I
was a decrepit old fool and no one would want to gaze lustfully on me,
and Leeta was a choice young woman, still it felt good to lose my
clothes for a day or two.

The mattress trailed behind me on its leash, and I admired the
scenery. Lovely wide bay, great beach, nearest neighbor some hundreds
of yards away. I waved at someone far north of me, and they waved
back. Probably didn't even know we were naked. Or didn't much care.

A hideous and loosely constructed straw hat went on my head to protect
me a little, and sun-spray for the body. Then I lay on my stomach and
enjoyed the sight of Leeta splashing and playing by herself.

Why not? I thought. Observing her having fun.

In seconds we were both playing at drowning each other. Have to break
out the dermal creme again tonight, but it was worth it. Life is about
being WITH someone. Enjoying them.

We rubbed against each other in the surf, relishing the sensations of
skin on skin. When the sand got too bad and the water too cold, we
rose and dived into the water. Walking back, the sand washed from us,
her hand around my fat old hip. Until I tried goosing her and she ran
away to the air mattress.

Towels. Kisses. Giggling ... she did that more easily now. Cleaning
feet, sucking nipples. Until I let her roll me onto my back for
another bout of loving.

She was very good, with me, now. A few days and she knew to suck on my
folds, poke at my opening with her active tongue. Tease my bead. Until
she swept it into her mouth and I came for sweet Leeta.

It was all so good now. For now, for a few more days perhaps, we could
live as lovers. We could be lovers making life bearable. Oh, I HAD to
pinch my nipples, it was soooo good when I came for her....

I regained my breath despite Leeta's incessant hands. Then I was on my
knees, behind her shiny form. Leeta was quickly on her hands and knees
again, knowing it was her turn again. She made piping cries as my
hands found her again. Fondling, kissing her buttcheeks, until I was
behind her, bending to find her with my mouth. My neck was going to
get another crimp in it. That was acceptable.

If Leeta enjoyed my tongue and kisses in places usually never
mentioned, for my part I adored feasting on her secret places from
behind. It made me feel so very wicked to love her there, in that
special tight spot. To hear her thin squeals of enjoyment as I forced
my tongue inside her.

Leeta's tensions built as the minutes went by, my mouth and fingers
constantly busy on her, in her. It was then I noticed company
arriving. I saw the motion of something back up on the road. One of
the resort's enclosed carts was gliding to a stop behind our cabin.

I ignored whoever it was. Smiling both to taste Leeta, and at my
knowledge the doorcom was mute now. I had one thing to do at this
moment and I meant to get on with it.

Leeta was jerking now, her thighs knotting, making short grunts. I
fitted two, then three fingers inside her, then back to two as I
brought my mouth to her again. This time the combination of twin
assaults on her sex and her bottom brought her moaning over the edge.

My good little Dabo girl stayed on her hands and knees so I could lap
up her coming more easily. Until she fell forward and rolled to her
side. I kissed my way up her taut belly. Pausing at that marvelous
indentation of belly button. Up her heated flesh to her nipples, and
then to her lips. She dipped her fingers into herself and we both
licked and sucked them, enjoying essence of Leeta.

I sighed erect. Better go see who had visited me this day. I hoped it
wasn't one of those ridiculous fact-finders of that ridiculous
Federation fact-finding commission. They study Bajor in their way,
I'll study Bajor in mine.

It was Dr. Julian Bashir. Trying to restate his drivcart.

I leaned in the open door-frame for some minutes before the good
Doctor noticed me. Mostly he kept his aplomb, though like most males
he kept moving his eyes onward whenever he looked at my nudity. I
really didn't blame him. At more than a century and umpteen rejuv's, I
wasn't very much to look at. Fat ass and all.

Once he realized I was smiling at him, he finally grinned back.

"They, you, practice nudity a lot on Betazed, don't they?" he managed.
Nice young man.

"Yes, we do, but I'll put on some clothes if it would make you feel
more comfortable, Doctor Bashir." He was up to looking me in the eyes
by this time. Admirable attempt on his part to ignore what was
probably a major taboo on his own world.

"Ah," that won't be necessary..."

"Lwaxana, please, or you can call me `Xana' for short. Would you care
to come inside? Can I get you anything? We should probably wait in any
case for that old carbon-burning cart of yours to cool. I think its
flooded with too much fuel."

Dear Doctor Julian had come looking for me. And instead discovered the
tableau on the beach. Fleeing, probably in an embarrassed panic, he
had failed to start the archaic device properly.

Saw me having sex with Leeta, and tried to escape. I'd seen that head
of black hair poke around the side of my rented beach house, looking
for me. He was certainly not expecting to find the distinguished Jewel
of the Seventh House with her aged face in some pretty girl's rump.
Not out on the beach in broad daylight, at any rate.

I pulled him inside, grabbing a peach-colored wrap to put on as I did.
The man was a hero, the least I could do was spare him some
embarrassment. I needn't have bothered.

Leeta rose from a stool when Bashir came inside, crossing directly in
front of him to put on a red robe. Leaving it mostly open when she
tied it together. Letting him enjoy every inch of her young body. On
display. Flaunting herself. Teasing the hell out of Bashir. I quickly
found him a chair, understanding what was going to happen.

He had the inevitable reaction, of course, and he quickly crossed his
legs. Considering the speed with which he did so, that must have hurt
like hell.

I poured some pinkish Bajoran New Wine around, nattering at Bashir and
smiling as he couldn't keep his eyes off Leeta. Leeta in her turn made
sure she rubbed her half-hidden body on mine while he was watching.
Kissed me on my arm. Purred when I put a hand on her other hip. Sat
down and crossed her own legs near Bashir. Letting him get the full
display.

A LOT of tease in that minx.

I brought over a little table for Bashir to hide behind, and we
presently became a good deal more civilized.

The Doctor had been given a short Holiday by Commander Sisko, and a
grateful Bajor had given him three days at this lovely but over-priced
pocket paradise. He had been the waving dot I'd seem earlier that
morning.

It developed he hadn't been able to talk any females into shuttling
down and sharing his good fortune. So he'd come down anyway, hoping he
might find a more amiable female on Bajor itself. He hadn't thus far.
Upon learning from computer his neighbor was Lwaxana Troi, he'd come
down to visit.

Only to walk into what could probably be described as a scene of utter
decadence wherever he was born. Sheer debauchery. In his home
culture's opinion.

I hope he'd gotten a good education this afternoon. Thus far.

He was sort of cute, in a skeletal way. Leeta liked him also. She
wouldn't have made him salivate like that if she hadn't. Time for the
solid-latinum old broad to be a gracious host.

We both naturally assumed he would stay with us, let him talk, enjoy
being civilized with each other. Laughing with him as he relaxed. We
made little jokes and Leeta did a marvelous imitation of Sisko and
Quark both. Smiling. Taking him along with us, keeping his mind busy.
Having him help us.

We had him in our bathroom, helping us to get dressed. Before he
realized he was being faced with great volumes of pink female flesh
again. After that he stayed out in front.

I emerged in a sleeveless outfit with blue vest matching skirt over
lemon blouse. Leeta flaunted her beauty with a pleated dress of
multiple bright transparent shades, and a few strategic patches of
opaque material. Just enough to keep her decent and let her tease at
the same time. My empathy told me Leeta was becoming genuinely
attracted to the gaunt Doctor.

Once outside we bent to the stalled vehicle. Julian raised the access
panels, and we all looked. With Julian's aid, Leeta pulled out a strip
of something. Shook it vigorously and stuck it back into the cart. It
started immediately.

We didn't travel far. There was a highly rated restaurant in the main
resort hotel, and we settled for that. Over-rated, in my opinion. I
doubted the dining staff were this distant and aloof when this was a
playpen for the Cardassian occupiers.

Since the establishment served bad Raktajino, we decided to settle for
wine and fruit compotes.

Our little get-together was great fun. Julian got going on his medical
diatribes, enjoying the opportunity to clear his mind and vent his
opinions. He was very intense at the beginning, not at all trying to
impress either of us. Nice young man. Didn't have much opportunity to
be taken seriously, I could tell. He needed to say some things before
he could organize them properly in his own mind. All that knowledge
and insight and no one to talk shop with. Poor young man.

I idly wondered if he'd ever consider rolling an old Betazoid from
pillar to post. That'd be fun. Focus his mind a bit.

Leeta didn't need to wonder. I kept checking on the nearness of his
napkin, in case he actually began to salivate in his wine. It was very
good wine, by the way. Light, faint pale rose, went well with what we
were having, which wasn't much at all. We got pleasantly tight, and
the Doctor got pleasantly loose. It was sad, in a way, but I consoled
myself that it was a natural process. She kept patting him on his
hand. Leeta was liking the Doctor more and more.

When she started playing footsie with him, I sadly resigned myself to
going back to my rented cabin alone tonight. Being a Betazoid also
meant being disappointed sometimes. You saw SOME things coming from a
very far way off.

The stars were sharp on this planet. Later would come the massive
pollution, and then after that the massive cleanings. I always enjoyed
looking at the stars from a planetary surface. They seemed so much
more friendly that way. No fleets of acrimonious traders. No Ferengi
or Cardassians. No mighty battle cruisers threatening peace. No ugly
souls seeking to enslave kinder ones. Wars, treaties, robbery under
the guise of trade. Just little twinkling lights in the night sky.
Serene. Peaceful. Something with which to calm the soul, by viewing.

A series of small noises.

"I'm out on the beach, Leeta," as loud as I felt like saying. Eternity
overhead. Leeta took off her back-strap shoes to come out on the sand.
She stood by me, looking over the dark clean ocean. I caressed her
ankle, felt her confusion, felt her looking down at me.

"Lie down with me, Leeta, next to me, on this mattress. Will you?" She
bent, then lay alongside, afraid to touch me. Wondering what she had
done and why she had done it. Maybe remembering my empathic abilities,
maybe relying on them all the time, to save her, help her.

I rolled over to her, reaching for her, pulling her rigid fearful body
to me. For long minutes all I did was caress her, cluck nonsense words
into her fears, caress her body and her lovely face.

In time Leeta unwound a fraction, and I began kissing her. In time she
began to respond. Crying, confused, still fearful. I licked her tears
with my tongue, one hand continually rubbing her back. Gradually
working it down her body until my hand was under her skirt and I was
kneading her poor scared buttocks.

"Lwaxana...." she began.

"Later," I husked. "First get those damned clothes off. On Betazed a
woman with a body like yours almost never covers it with clothes. When
you're with a Betazoid, the same protocols should apply. You're much
too beautiful to be hiding yourself. Besides which, I'm going to make
love to you. Wasn't that a wish of yours? You said so when first we
came here. To lie on a beach still warm with the sun's heat, the
cooling air blowing softly over you, and a lover to make you come
until you went insane?" I felt her agreement, with my abilities. I
felt it by her rising to her feet and quickly shedding her colorful
clothes. I felt it by the way she knelt to kiss me.

If her kisses were flavored with confused tears, I ignored it. If I
felt a sharp painful sense of loss as she opened her legs to my
invasive hand, I ignored the pain as well.

All things end, and neither one of us thought our perfect week was
more than a wonderful encounter. We enjoyed each other while we could,
had made no promises. Maybe hoped for a few, irregardless.

She opened to me easily, her legs moving in happiness. Our conflicts
were put off until later, until maybe later as in tomorrow. Later as
in the day after that. I'd learned much in a century and a half, and
forgiveness was one of them. Leeta relaxed in my insistent arms,
giggling as I tickled her sex and anus. It didn't matter that I was
still mostly clothed. It didn't matter I might taste his leavings
inside her. It didn't matter. She was here now, and tomorrow can
damned well take care of itself.

Leeta had her own engines to deal with. She'd just been unfaithful to
me, and with a male at that. It hurt, it hurt badly. But making a
scene over it would be fruitless. Leeta was Leeta. She could not
change being herself.

I had my engines. Mine was dealt with by shedding tears of loss even
as I licked and kissed my faithless love. Tomorrow Leeta would still
be Leeta, but at least she'd be in my bed. I'd gotten over a lot of my
pride in a century and a half.

Leeta was moaning as soon as I began licking the insides of her
thighs.

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"Doctor Bashir," I began, "I want to know. What are your intentions
towards Leeta?"

He looked wildly about his dispensary on DS9, looking for ways to
retreat, hide or dodge. Feeling suddenly panic-stricken when
confronted with a determined Betazoid with her full war-paint on and
her manner abrupt. Poor young man, I could feel every one of his many
mild sins flooding through his mind, wondering for which one he was
about to be disassembled. That's the trouble with skinny males. They
get too excited too easily. Blood glucose levels.

Something connected at that point, and he remembered vividly the few
hours pleasure he took with my willing young bedmate. Leeta. At least
he had the courtesy to blush. He began to enjoy his recollections
until he realized I might be there to perform surgery on his primary
family jewel. Leeta must have indeed shown the poor repressed Doctor a
lively thing or two.

I put one hand on his cringing shoulder and put on my best smile.

"You shouldn't be so tense, Doctor Bashir. High blood pressure will
clog the arteries as surely as too much fat. Relax. Enjoy life while
you can. I'm here to talk about Leeta. Not bellow and cast
recriminations on you for giving her a little love.

"Is there anywhere we can talk privately?"

In the event right there was a perfect spot. He hung a 'gone to lunch'
sign on the door, or whatever it said in Bajoran. Dimmed some of the
lights. Pulled the comfortable patient's chair closer to the desk, and
his office chair close to me after I sat down. He had even recovered
enough so that he shared some fruit juice and a dish of little
hard-boiled bela-bird eggs with me. Evidently my planet's noisy
morning bird had adapted well to Bajor and everyone enjoyed the
sweet-cream taste.

Doctor Bashir was intensely curious now that he wasn't looking forward
to pain and yelling. He remained courteous, letting me bring the
conversation back to Leeta.

"I will have to be returning to Betazed shortly, then I'll be
returning to Babel for much boring and necessary work. Leaving loose
ends here on DS9. Loose ends which you are going to help me neatly tie
up. Some of them.

"Do you like Leeta?" He leaned back for a few seconds until he stated
she was an interesting girl.

"I didn't ask if you loved her, Julian. I asked if you liked her. And
yes, I know already that you rolled her from one side of the bed to
the other. I'm not here because of that. Well, not entirely. I intend
to take advantage of your new-found feelings for Leeta. Because I want
you to keep an eye out for our little Dabo girl. To protect her when
you can. She needs protecting."

A lot of the gut I'm carrying right now is probably the fault of these
double-damned bela-bird eggs. I'll let him finish the rest.

In a seeming veer of subject, I continued. "You noticed the scars on
her back and buttocks, I presume."

"She didn't want to talk about them," he said. "But yes, I was
horrified by them. Whoever did that to her was not entirely rational.
I was hoping she would let me clear her skin of them. Wondering what I
might say to convince her to let me. She has so many problems..."
Looking sideways at me, wondering, his estimation of me growing.

"I've asked Leeta to come back to Betazed with me. She could be an
assistant, she could be taught, she could be many things there. And on
Babel. Certainly more than a Dabo girl with a soft mouth and a sweet
body. She might even be my lover for a long time. However long it
might be. And every minute of it an adventure.

"It would be no giant sin there for me to enjoy some willing female,
though it wouldn't pass without unfavorable notice. My fellow
Oligarch's would not approve, I'm sure. However, Doctors there could
remove her scars, her outward scars, at least." Eating another
thumb-sized bela egg anyway.

"Leeta turned me down. Not in so many words, but she turned me down.
Do you know why?" He shook his head.

"Bajor. It's her home. But she stays here, on DS9. Odd, don't you
think? Never going back to her provincial home. There must be many
blood kin who survived the occupation, but she won't go see them. Or
return to live with them." He asked why not with his eyes and mind.
Knowing I was going somewhere specific with my story.

"She came up to the station with her father about fifteen
Bajoran-years ago. With a few more relatives. They all died here, like
so many others. Except Leeta." Carefully ignoring the last two eggs,
hoping the Doctor would finish them. He could stand to gain an ounce
or two.

"What do you think Leeta did for all those years, Dr. Bashir? Within a
year of arrival she was completely on her own. What do you think she
did all that time just to keep alive?"

Julian muttered something in Urdu, one word of which I knew. Then in
T-French, and the ever-useful 'Sheiss' in T-German. "How did... How
young..."

"The scars occurred many years ago." Ignoring his question. "She
needed an incentive to embrace her new profession wholeheartedly. I
have it all from a reliable source. She wouldn't talk about it to me,
either." He might guess Odo detailed the disgusting story to me, but
he'd never know for sure. The more my new shape-shifting friend told
me, the less I liked Cardassians.

"She is living the legend of Tantalus, Dr. Bashir. She can see Bajor
out the observation deck windows, she wishes to return, but she's
afraid to go back with her scars. And her history as a whore for far
too many Cardassian males. Especially the history. Can I count on you
to solve the easier problem of the physical scars?"

"I'll make the time for it without fail. Will Leeta be back ... at
work, whatever ... soon? I'll be sure to tell her it won't cost her
anything. As physician for the Station I can pick and choose a great
deal of what work I accomplish beyond keeping everyone up here alive.
Commander Sisko encourages me to do the small extra work I do.

And you'll never know why Commander Sisko can afford to supply you
with whatever you need to take adequate care of all the Bajorans on
the station. It'll run out quickly, but the money will help. Also,
Betazed is going to medically aid Bajor, even if they aren't aware of
it yet.

The Doctor was continuing. "...Though I must admit I never thought my
lessons as a plastic re-builder would be so intensely utilized when I
was going through medical school. The Cardassians have a lot to answer
for. I shouldn't let myself feel personal anger, but I can't help it."

I smiled a rueful smile at him. "I won't tell anyone of your
unprofessional attitude if you don't tell anyone of mine."

He looked a question at me. "I'm a Parliamentarian, a politico, and I
have had to be polite to Cardassians before this, and probably will
again, in the future. I still don't like them. You can judge a lot
about a culture by the way it treats its weak and helpless. Knowing
them as a Betazoid just makes them even less appealing.

"Well, the rest of what we've got to talk to each other about is also
about Leeta. She's rather vulnerable right now, and may be so for
years. You could hurt her if you're just going to use her body. Too
many humanoids have already done that. She needs people who care about
her, and not just about how she is in bed.

"You're a good sort, Doctor. I don't think you would hurt her. But
please keep an eye on her, for me, will you?"

"Lwaxana," he asked, "did you have anything to do with Quark giving
Leeta a week off with pay?"

"Is that what the little Ferengi said? He gave her a week off without
pay. I'll have to go over there and pull on his lobes. Short and
sharp. I paid him good latinum to give her a week off."

"And what is this I hear that Leeta has a new cabin on the third
level?"

I smiled. "It's not finished yet, but it'll be larger than what she
has now. That old place of hers had all the spaciousness of a Jefferies
tube. Her new place is also permanently paid up, as well. They can't
ever evict her." Smiling back. "If you can't help the occasional
friend, why have money?"

I stood up, using one of his wipes. "Nice juice, and thank you for the
eggs. But according to your clock I should be going now, I've an
appointment." I kissed him on both cheeks, then fondled that hard bony
rear of his in the process.

An old lady has to get what pleasures she can whenever the opportunity
presents itself.

"You know, Doctor, you can seriously grow on me." He looked confused.
"Have you ever considered how much experience and focus an older woman
could bring to a relationship? It's all true, you know, about how
we're more grateful. And how we're willing to show our gratitude. For
example...."

With that I made a few suggestions in his ears. They must have struck
a mellow note, as he immediately turned a brownish tinge of blush.
Such an innocent. Oh, he could be Soooo much fun!

The hell with Jean-Luc. Maybe I'll spend my next vacation here. I
don't think Julian Bashir is anything like the artful dodger and
crafty side-stepper Captain Picard is. It might be quite thrilling
chasing down Doctor Bashir. So long as there were a good chance of
catching him. That struck a pleasant note in my libido. Succeeding,
catching the cadaverous Doctor and having my way with his weakly
protesting body. I wonder if he'd ever been part of a threesome?
Oooohhh, something to look forward to. Besides Leeta. Threesomes can
be nice. With the right people.

If someone you love can't be faithful, you might as well make a
strength out of a weakness. Time to move along. I had a hot date!

---

Leeta was sitting on the deck floor railing. Right where I first saw
her. Feet dangling over the Promenade, slowly swinging them, an
unfocused look on her face.

I swung down to join her. Again. A week of incessant debauchery can do
wonders for one's overall physical tone. I even expected to get back
up with not too much trouble.

We dangled together for some time, side by side, holding hands,
feeling close. Watching the station parade below us, smelling the
cooking oil and body odors of a dozen races. Feeling warm in each
other's company on this, our last night together. Until the next time.
There MUST be a next time.

"You do know, don't you," I asked, "that we can be on that ship to
Betazed tomorrow. Together, the both of us." She smiled a slow weak
smile at me. "We could have some fun times together."

Leeta let me trace the bones and veins of her hand with my finger. "I
wouldn't mind if you invited Doctor Bashir to visit us some time."
Trying not to directly say she could have the occasional man. That I
would still be there for her.

No response. Well, there's still tomorrow for one last try. And we
still have this night.

"The bed is in," she whispered. "Ho-Ho got the bed in today. The large
one. Brand new. Seal was still on it, except where they tore some of
it off. Looks lovely." Her sly sideways look. "I put bright red velvet
sheets on it. It looks incredible!"

"As do you, my sweet. I'll accept your invitation, on one condition.
Show me whatever it is you have in that bag first." Actually I had a
good idea what it held, and Leeta confirmed it.

A female officer in Starfleet stumbled and almost fell when she
happened to look into the bag when Leeta showed it to me. Stick
around, babe, I thought at her surprise. The best is yet to come.

"Are you expecting me to wear that thing and use it on you?" She shook
her head no. Not catching my whisper of a smile.

"Actually I was thinking we'd christen it by me wearing it the first
time and, well... Afterwards you can use it on me...

"That sounds better, dear darling girl. I'm glad you've learned that
age goes before beauty. Or is that comes?"

Leeta still had to help me get to my feet, though. I have to get a
trainer, or something, before my next visit to DS9. For the next time
I enjoyed the Promenade.

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End -- The Ambassador and The Dabo Girl series