Late Night Cravings

Late Night Cravings, pt. 2
by OdoGoddess

Disclaimer: see part 1

"*Odo*."

He looked to her as he set down the glass and found a slightly
amused smile on Kira's face. "You know, Quark told me you
seemed to be drinking a lot more, but I think I see what he means.
You can't drink wine that way - as if it was water. You have to sip
at it. Enjoy it. I mean, did you even taste that half a glass you just
gulped down?"

His cheeks flushed to what he thought might well become a
permanent shade and he shook his head. "No."

"You have to start learning how to savour things, constable." she
assured him, then to his consternation came closer, holding a
pastry and the cup of coffee in her hands. She sat practically in his
lap and Odo fought to keep from shuddering. "I'm going to show
you how. All right?"

He nodded dumbly, then jumped a little as she placed the pastry by
his mouth. "Here. Take a nibble."

Kira swallowed as she watched his blue eyes focus on the sweet
treat she held. He really was quite endearing, she decided. Not to
mention very warm and he smelled extremely enticing ... somewhat
musky and spicy. She fought to keep from clenching her thighs as a
surge of heated moisture spread through her crotch and managed to
curb her reaction to a faint sigh. _Down Nerys..._

Odo looked at the fluffy bit of creamy confection and obediently bit
a small piece off, gamely trying to ignore the hopeful throbbing
below his waist. To his surprise, flakes melted into his mouth, a
bed of sweet rich cream surrounding them as he swallowed.
Appreciation filled him, momentarily superseding his growing
desire.

"See?" Kira's voice was slightly husky. The look of stunned
approval he'd bestowed on her had given her entirely inappropriate
notions. To see that same look in those expressive eyes of his ...
under other circumstanc-- She cleared her throat, managed to add
a bit hastily, "Wasn't that good?"

He focused on her now and his heart nearly stopped at the look of
expectation on her lovely face, so close to his.

"Nerys," he croaked, his hardened organ becoming even harder
now.

Kira swallowed at the expression in his eyes. _Like the look a man
gives a woman when he wants her ... *badly*._

She was sure Odo didn't know that, but the hunger in his
expression made her thighs clench indisputably and another surge
of moist warmth trickled from her inner depths. She nearly
squirmed.

"Odo..."

More than anything, she suddenly wanted to take Odo's face in her
hands, to kiss him, passionately, until neither of them was
thinking... then he would take her, take them *both* and--

"Nerys..."

She blinked at his raspy voice, at her thoughts, and realized she
*had* pressed a little closer to him. A hard, insistent pressure was
against one leg and she gently shifted, making him gasp.

Kira looked down and her mouth went dry at the sight of the
swelling in his lap, beneath the silk of his robe. No way to explain
*that* away. _Maybe he does know then..._

It was her last coherent thought before she extended a tentative
hand to touch, then caress that tantalizing bulge. It was warm and
pulsed gently in her hands and Kira closed her eyes and a sigh of
relief, of desire swept through her. Odo's gasp of sound finished
them both.

She opened her eyes at the feel of his hands gripping her arms,
bringing her closer to him. Her lips pressed to his, sticky with
cream, sweet and tart with wine and the remnants of pastry. His
smooth, silky tongue sought her own and he felt along the edges of
her teeth, the roof of her mouth and gasped, pulling free as he felt
her hands starting to undress him.

"Nerys..."

"Shh... don't think." It was an order to him as much to herself.

Her hands certainly made it hard for him to think. They slipped the
robe off without preamble and began stroking along the warm, soft
skin underneath, making him arch beneath her helplessly.

His bulging erection was outlined now with dampness. Kira's
hands slipped beneath his waistband to gently caress that aching
part of him and Odo cried out.

"Shh... shh..." Kira soothed, kissing and rubbing her warm cheek
against his own, reveling in the feel of his silk-smooth skin and the
slight shuddering she could feel.

She released him to throw open her robe, revealing the simple shift
she wore, and took his hands in hers now. She led them to her
warm thighs, smiled at his groan as she led them higher, making
him help her remove the silky fabric.

He gasped as it lifted over her nude, beautiful body, rounded with
pregnancy, and moaned softly at the sight of her lovely breasts as
the shift was lifted over her head and off. It fell away forgotten as
he took in her body now.

He barely noticed as she took his hands in hers, but soon found
himself standing before her. Her soft, warm hands reached for his
hips and he shuddered as she gently drew down his pajama
bottoms. His erection was swollen flat against his trim belly, his
smooth and ample scrotum drawn close to him.

"Nerys," he protested, but she shushed him.

Kira gently knelt before the trembling constable, taking in the
warm, male scent of him and letting it fill her with desire. Clear
slippery liquid had beaded on the tip of his penis, signaling his
intense need. Carefully drawing him into her avid mouth,
Kira closed her eyes and savoured Odo's impassioned moans.
She relished the feel of his heated silky skin, the beat of his pulse
against her tongue, and the tart tangy taste of him.

Carefully drawing him fully into her avid mouth, she began an
excruciatingly slow rhythm that took him in and released him,
smiling at the feeling of his shaking fingers, finding and holding her
shoulder. One of his hands slipped through her soft hair and
splayed against her temple as he suddenly began to tremble, then
groaned with intense pained relief as he erupted within her gently
sucking mouth.

She let him go after accepting his intimate offering and he slowly
collapsed before her onto trembling knees. Kira smiled
contentedly, bringing him closer to her to hold him, gently kissing
his jaw and ear and making soothing sounds.

"Mm..." she breathed. "Thank you."

He blinked a few times, then pulled back to look at her quizzically.
"Kira?"

Her smile widened. "That was precisely what I wanted, Odo." She
sighed. "You *always* seem to give me what I want. What I
need."

She held him close to her again and he slipped his arms up to
encircle her. They stayed like this for a long moment, then she
turned her head slightly and reached to take his hand. He gave it
to her without comment.

"Even the baby is happy." she murmured, putting his hand against
her swollen belly.

Odo smiled at the sensation beneath his hand. "He's very active."

"I think he enjoyed that." she smiled, too.

His expression sobered. "Nerys, I--"

"No. No thinking, Odo, and I meant it. I'm an ex-terrorist and one thing I
never did before was think too much about things. I'm not planning on
regretting what just happened. It felt too damn good for that."

He considered this, blushed slightly. "I agree."

"Good." She sighed and leaned against him again. One of her
hands toyed with his smooth chest. "Maybe we could go to my
bedroom then?"

Without a word, he moved back slightly and began standing,
extending his hands to help her up. She accepted his help, then
linked her hands with his as they made their way to her bed.

Odo paused momentarily at the doorway, stricken with past
memories -- Bareil, Shakaar -- then she touched her hand to his
face and he found his body throbbing, found his mind focusing
entirely on her hands and where she might touch him next. To his
chagrin he was already half-hard and rapidly growing harder.

Kira merely smiled with anticipation, her dark eyes amused and
expectant. "I'm so glad I ran into you, Odo."

He nodded, dumbstruck again. Not that he felt he could manage
eloquence and an erection both; his overeager organ seemed to
rob him of all power of thought and reason.

A mere caress and he felt like falling to his knees. Instead, he took
Kira's hand in his and kissed it. She smiled at him trustingly,
encouragingly, and he let that hand find it's way to her face.

Her head fell back, exposing her throat and he swallowed at the
unspoken desire she displayed. He stroked that expanse of
smooth, lovely neck and bent his head to kiss it, to take in her
female scent.

Without even thinking, his hands had fallen to her ample breasts,
gently kneading them. He pulled back as he felt dampness in his
palms and suddenly Kira pulled back, a flush darkening her chest
and moving upward. Now she was the one blushing.

"Odo! Damn! I'm so sorry."

He frowned. Had he hurt her? "What?"

"My breasts. The milk. The baby. Damn it!" She looked around
but didn't seem to find what she wanted, then sighed and turned
back to him, a resolute expression on her face. "I'm sorry, but I
forgot. My breasts are full of milk, for the baby. I mean, he won't
be having any of it, but Bashir can't really stop the milk production,
so... well, that's why things got messy."

He considered this and nodded. When she said nothing else, he
essayed, "I didn't... hurt anything, Nerys?"

Kira relaxed at this, even smiled. "No. No you didn't, but... I
thought *I* had." He frowned at this and she explained, "I thought
you'd be, well, repulsed by it. That's all."

"Oh." Odo shrugged. "No, not really. I can't complain anyway.
My own body is a bit ... messy sometimes."

To his surprise, Kira choked at this, then began to laugh. "Oh,
Odo!"

He waited, but she said nothing else, then moved close to him
again. She took his hands in hers, eyes shining merrily.

"Tell you what -- if you don't mind my 'messiness', I won't mind
yours."

He nodded, swallowing as he felt his organ start pulsing eagerly again.
"Nerys..."

"Come on, sweetheart. Let's get messy together."

She led him to the bed now, setting him down without preamble,
then straddling him. Her swollen condition didn't leave many
options, she knew, and since he didn't seem to mind her fecund
state, at least they might both enjoy this.

His hands had slipped up once more to caress her breasts and this
time she allowed herself to enjoy the sensual feeling of her swollen
nipples gently oozing milk against his warm, careful hands. She
pressed his hands against her a little more tightly and sighed as he
obeyed her unspoken demand and massaged her full breasts.

She reached beneath her to find and encircle his own straining
member. Kira smiled as he moved his hips and gasped as the
tender head of his organ brushed her sensitive mons. Kira
carefully slid his heated tip between her moist folds and sighed as
Odo arched beneath her and his hands clenched on her aching,
itchy flesh.

Carefully she adjusted his angle, then slid down, letting
him pierce her deeply, her wet molten depths easily taking him in.
No instruction was required as he gasped, bucked, then began to
thrust into her, unaware his hands were gently kneading Kira's
breasts to his own rhythm.

Droplets of milk changed to rivulets, and the heady scent of warm
sex became overlaid by a rich, sweet smell as both strained toward
culmination. Kira clenched her thighs against his lean hips, her
hands running along his belly and chest, delighting in the
pleasingly hard and smooth symmetry of his rib cage.

Odo was lost in a sensory melange of wet heat and resilient flesh.
He could only gaze on the sight above him as Kira sighed and
arched and shuddered as she rode his rigid stalk. He was equally
fascinated by the abundance of milk that decorated his hands in
thin streams.

He found himself moving upward, closer, straining to take one of her
breasts into his mouth. Kira clutched at his shoulders suddenly, aiding the
process, and he found himself suckling on a warm, damp nipple.

The sensation shot them both into a new realm. Sweet warm milk
flooded his mouth and made Odo shudder. A sharp, piercing
sensation seemed to shoot from Kira's breast to her clitoris, making her
clench tightly against Odo, then convulse as a blindingly intense orgasm
rocketed through her.

Odo also gasped as Kira pulled back from his mouth and her inner spasms
gripped his pulsing erection tightly. Her bucking motions set his own
climax off and he cried out as his body exploded within her.

Both rode out the intense sensations, bodies slowly easing from
rigidity and tension and soon relaxing. Kira uncoupled from Odo
and gently curled alongside him. He caught his breath and held
her close.

A long sigh was shared, then Kira smiled against his chest.

"So."

"Mm?"

"I guess a little late night snacking has it's rewards."

She felt Odo's rumble of amusement and lifted her head to look at
him. His blue eyes were so full of gratified wonder that she kissed
him.

He obliged her and soon both were breathless again. They pulled
back.

"I'm not sure what to say," he admitted. "But I want to thank you."

"There's no need. We both had fun. We both got something out of
it."

Odo nodded, a bit disquieted by her matter-of-fact attitude, but
conceding that Kira was direct in thought and word.

"Perhaps--"

"No." Kira shook her head. "No thinking. No tomorrows. Just
tonight."

He was about to open his mouth to say something when the sound
of a comm-signal startled them both.

"Keiko to Kira."

"Shit." the major sighed with irritation and spoke in the
direction of her comm panel. "Kira here. What is it, Keiko?"

"I got up for some water and saw you weren't here. Is something
wrong?"

"No. I couldn't sleep and took a little walk. I'll be going back
soon."

"Okay. As long as you're not reneging on our agreement."

"Don't worry. I'm just having a little ... exercise."

"All right. I'll see you soon then."

"No need to wait up for me. I'll come back, don't worry."

There was a slight pause before Keiko responded, "All right then.
But you sleep in tomorrow. It's your day off anyway."

Kira rolled her eyes. "I know. I will. Good night."

"Good night, Kira."

The comm panel went dead and Kira lay her head back against
Odo again, sighing heavily. "I suppose I should be getting back."

He nodded, not pleased, but understanding of the situation. "I
suppose she's just concerned with your welfare and the welfare of
her son."

"True." Kira nodded, then levered herself up to look at him. "What
about you?"

"Me?"

"Your son. Didn't Lwaxana write you a couple weeks ago?"

Odo nodded, even as he was abruptly stricken with pangs of guilt. Kira
was right; Lwaxana had written him. His *wife* had written him.
Informing him of the birth of little Ian Odo and the fact that the
proceedings for their divorce could begin in another month or so. What he
had just done both simplified and complicated matters.

"What's wrong?"

He blinked to find Kira eyeing him, watching the play of emotions
on his face. He shook his head.

"I'm afraid I was just thinking of Lwaxana," he admitted.

Kira frowned. "I thought you were divorcing her?"

"I am, but we're not divorced yet. And what we just did--"

"Does that mess up the proceedings?"

"Not exactly. It could help them, I suppose, in that I can truthfully admit
to a liaison with another woman, but..."

"You don't want to hurt Lwaxana."

He nodded.

"Then don't." Kira decided. She drew herself from him and smiled,
placing a warm palm on his chest. "In fact, let's just pretend this
night never happened."

"Nerys?"

"Hormones. Your new body and my changed body and ...
hormones. It doesn't have to mean anything. And it doesn't have
to change anything. I mean, we still have to work together, right?"

Odo nodded.

"Then it's settled. You and I -- we had a nice late night snack
together. That's all."

Kira gave him a brief caress of her hand, then got up and headed
for her living room. Odo lay for a moment on the bed and
contemplated events. Before he could get up, Kira reappeared in
the doorway, once more wearing her shift and robe.

"I'm going back to the O'Briens. You can stay if you want for
tonight ... or go back to your room. I don't mind if you want to
sleep here though."

"I'll go to my room." He said quietly.

Kira nodded. She smiled once more at him, a touch ruefully. "All
right. Then I guess I'll see you later. Around the station, I mean."

He nodded.

"Good night, constable." Kira turned and left her quarters.

Odo considered the ceiling of her room for several long moments.
After a while he made his way to her living room where he found
his pajama bottoms and slipped them on, wincing a little at the cold
dampness of them. He shook out his robe and slipped that on as
well.

Then he headed for the door, still quietly bemused over events.
Something stopped him though, before he got to the door and he
turned back for her bedroom.

Looking at the sheets where they had lain it was quite obvious
what had transpired that night. His eyes took in various stains and
creases without expression. Odo sighed.

He carefully removed the dirty sheets and blanket and placed them
in her replicator, pressed the "recycle" control.

Then Odo walked out of her room, not bothering to wait for the
restored articles ... leaving Kira's bed empty.


~ finis ~

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completed: March 1998. The characters are Viacom
and Paramount's. The situations they're in are the
author's. Not meant to infringe on any legal holders
of Star Trek copyright.

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