By Proxy

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By Proxy
by OdoGoddess
Part 4

"I...I need a minute." Odo's breath was still faint as he lay his head back again and Kira frowned.

"Are you all right, sweetheart?"

He nodded. "I'm fine...this...this whole enactment is a little too much like a dream I've been having lately." This was all he would say and Kira looked to Dax who shrugged, then nodded at her with an encouraging expression; they had done well and she knew it.

For his part, Odo tried to rid his mind of the dream image he had. The first time he'd been with Kira yesterday had been different, but this entire ritual kept the real and the dream imagery in his mind. Being washed up naked on shore...the female Founder kneeling over him as he lay flat on his back, helplessly. She rubbed his arm...and in the dream, went from there to rubbing his chest and belly and fondling his genitals as Bashir and Sisko watched. He always woke up from the dream as the heavy semen gushed from him, his half-awake state giving the powerful sensations an almost overwhelming quality, making his face flood with a shameful heat as he looked about only to find himself alone in his room. Now, however, his current situation seemed to mock his dream.

"Maybe we should rehearse the dialogue," Kira whispered lightly as his breath grew even and calm. She did not wipe him of the spatters of semen, they were a required part of the Salk'Haian ritual.

"You...you ask if I'm ready to enter into the Salk'Haian way...and then we...couple." Odo had caught his breath, now he was merely jittery once more; their intimacy of the night before had only impressed on him the difficulty of making love to a heavily pregnant woman. His own inexperience in this human body made him feel awkward and not a little ashamed. If he was a changeling, at least he could be sure of pleasing her...and not hurting her by some unthinking action on his part. She didn't notice his current uncertainty, or if she did she chose to ignore it and focus on their task.

"Good." She rested her head against his arm again and just nuzzled at his side. "Just rest for now. The Salk'Haian's are supposed to give us six hours. We can take a few more minutes."

Odo nodded, pleased to rest. Suddenly Dax stood by them, nearly making them jump. She had a glass of liquid in her hand which she extended to Odo. He propped himself on an elbow and took it.

"This isn't part of the ritual, but can be. I'd suggest getting an icy pitcher of this by the bedside, Nerys, and giving a glass to Odo after this part of the ritual." Dax focused on and spoke to Kira, which made the constable relax a little, exactly as she intended with her action.

"What is it?"

"A human exercise supplement with zinc and potassium. It will help keep Odo's electrolytes balanced and help his body replenish the nutrients he needs to ensure optimum production of semen as well as ensure his overall glandular health."

He sipped at it, then relaxed, pleased. "It has bubbles." Then he frowned a little. "What sort of flavor is this?"

"Passion fruit."

"Huh?" Kira and Odo looked up at Jadzia, startled. She waved her hand impatiently.

"Never mind that, just drink it. It'll help you feel better and more energized. Trust me, sex drains a lot out of a person."

"I can definitely attest to
that," Odo murmured before slugging down a few more swallows of the drink.

He set it down and then sank back. It did help him feel a bit more clear-headed, he mused. In fact, when he lay back beside Kira, the simple sensation of her warmth beside him made his genitals start to shift...grow warm. But then her presence has always done that to me, he sighed. My body is just more obvious about it now.

"On my knees do you think, sweetheart? Maybe I should just kneel by the bed and have it hold my belly?" Kira considered their situation.

"If I may?" They started, relaxed as Dax sat beside them, a clinical look on her face. She considered the bulk of Kira's belly, frowned off into the distance for a while, then her expression cleared.

"I think I know what will work best here."

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Cold hard ground beneath him...a familiar, unformed face above...unnaturally smooth, cool hands raising goose-pimples on his now-Human flesh...rubbing up his arm, to his chest as he lay helplessly, unable to move...the avid gaze of Bashir and of Sisko as that cool, sleek hand made it's way to his belly...lower...targeting the responsive flesh between his legs. Her indifferent expression and inexpert stimulation mattered little to his body...penis growing into her grasp, mindlessly eager even as he quailed in humiliation. Soon...he knew it would be soon...the searing heated fluid would jet from him... unstoppable... inevitable...and viewed by these two and the entire world of his people that lapped at the shore...but he couldn't move...couldn't stop her manipulating hand...or the excited response from his swollen, pulsating organ...it wanted this...despite his inner pleas....and burning shame...ERUPTION

Odo gasped awake, looking around and then jumping at the sight of the groggy and alarmed Nerys.

"What is it?"

His voice trembled on the verge of tears. "Nothing."

She blinked herself to alertness. "Odo?"

"I'm fine." He turned from her, then cursed himself for smearing the semen that covered his belly onto the covers. Kira reached a warm hand to embrace him from behind...found the evidence he'd sought to hide from her.

"Odo?"

He said nothing, feeling the shame burning his face as he tried to shut back the imagery in his mind. Her questing hand continued the circuit it began, sliding up to his chest as the other rubbed his back and neck.

"It's alright, sweetheart. Men have this happen some nights. Didn't anyone tell you about this?" He nodded, a little too rapidly and inwardly cursed as the tears slipped free. He didn't dare wipe at them; she would see...and know. "Don't be ashamed." A soft sound slipped from him and Kira's hand stilled. Her voice grew uncertain...and more alert. "Odo?"

"...yes?"

"Look at me."

He trembled in impotent fear, unable and unwilling to respond. Her hands were firm and brooked no resistance, however. She turned him onto his back. He closed his eyes at this new shame and trembled anew. Kira frowned, troubled.

"Sweetheart...what is it? What's bothering you?" He shook his head. "Is it the proxying? Are you in pain?" He shook his head. Her voice was soft. "Please tell me what's wrong."

"It's...my dream." His lips trembled as he whispered this and he closed his eyes. "My nightmare, perhaps."

"Tell me."

Her hands were as gentle as her words as she stroked his face and hair, tenderly solicitous of her newfound lover. After a moment, he turned to look at her. He nodded, and with halting words he began to explain. When he was through, feeling the terrible shame flooding him once again as it did in the dream, Kira drew him to her, held him tightly.

"You should have told me before this."

"I couldn't."

"Maybe we can change what we do a little. Do you think that would help?"

"No. It doesn't matter. I can do this, Nerys. It's just...a little uncomfortable."

"It'll be over by this time tomorrow."

"I know."

"I promise you," she pulled back to look at him with a sensual expression. "I promise you that I will definitely help you forget all about it tomorrow night."

"I'll be glad to just get through the proxying."

"We will. Just keep it simple, like today. No need to even really have a climax when we couple. It's just a token for them. Remember what Jadzia said about that?"

He nodded and they cuddled together for a moment, finding comfort in their embrace. In a moment, another thing that had been troubling Odo came up. "Nerys?"

"Mm?"

"What were you planning on telling Shakaar?"

She blinked. "The truth. We've come apart. He stepped over a line I didn't even think could be drawn. I told him that already. Basically what he's done...asked me to do is..."

"Will you conduct the rite of separation?"

"Maybe. I don't have to though. His actions were bad enough to warrant a sharp break," Kira sighed and Odo held her a bit closer, relaxing.

Her mind carried this line of thought though. Edon's actions were bad enough to warrant a sharp break, but he was also the First Minister and she was Bajor's representative on the station and to the universe at large. I guess I'll do things the proper way...if only to preserve the fiction of our having a good working relationship.

On this thought, Kira Nerys drifted to sleep in Odo's arms.

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"Are you ready to open yourself to Salk'Haia with joy and candor?"

"I am."

Kira took the small pot now and pushed back the feeling of deja-vu to daub at the ointment with her fingertips. Like the day before, she carefully drew the Salk'Haian symbol on Odo's lean chest, finishing the design just below his navel, near his fully erect penis where, despite the circumstances, a copious amount of pre-ejaculate trickled from him. For a brief moment, she wondered if the audience was enhancing his pleasure or simply caused a paradoxical pleasure reaction in him.

His stomach fluttered as she finished the design and she took his hand in hers and led him unceremoniously to the bed. Their two shadows followed, but just as Kira had suspected, their trial run yesterday had helped matters enormously. Dax had been a wonderfully gentle and only mildly intrusive spectator. Shakaar and the Salk'Haian liege had not spoken one word since their early ritual greetings and might well have been breathing statues as the proxying was conducted. They silently positioned themselves on either side of the bed now as Odo closed his eyes and Kira snuggled to him and gently began to carress him lovingly.

Nature took it's course and the Salk'Haian liege finally made a sound, a gratified murmur. He ignored the activity on the bed to look to Shakaar and nod, obviously pleased. The First Minister nodded back but his jaw ached from gritting his teeth. He was not very pleased...not very pleased at all.

Kira sat up as Odo caught his breath and ceremoniously poured the iced passion-fruit drink into two glasses. She picked one and methodically drew the Salk'Haian symbol in the sweat of the glass, a gesture which seemed to please the alien beyond all measure. As she held the glass for Odo to drink, she heard the man actually murmur something to Shakaar. She tuned them out, intent with Odo. He sipped, then drank gratefully and then lay back while she sipped a little at her own drink after painstakingly drawing the requisite rune. She did not have to, but the ceremony bought Odo a little recovery time. She dawdled over her drink, then set the glass down and gently carressed her lover's face.

Blue eyes focused on her and she smiled, for him alone. Kira stroked every inch of his face, his soft neck and shoulders, traced the runes on his chest, smoothed the creamy spatters of semen into his skin-- a permissible thing, according to the guidelines-- and massaged his strong thighs, avoiding his genitals for now. Stubborn and unbridled, they roused as she continued her gentle exploration down each leg, to rub at his long, slender feet and lift and kiss them, then gently stroke back up to his now straining, eager organ. He was ready.

She turned from him, taking a pillow and placing it between her knees, then drew them up to her against either side of her belly. Behind her Odo prepared, taking her one leg which was curled awkwardly in the air and supporting it by way of hooking it with his elbow and pressing up close, lying behind and against her. He was poised. With not a hitch or moment of gracelessness, the lovers joined, Odo sliding smoothly within to the hilt. His eyes closed and he gasped, then began the slow and sinuous movement which would bring him to climax. The Salk'Haian nodded, greatly pleased, as was the First Minister. Technically, they had satisfied the ritual, now once Odo climaxed, or at least gave the appearance of it, the negotiation could begin and all would be satisfied.

Shakaar hoped this would be soon. The sight on the bed was beginning to make his stomach lurch and his heart skip beats. Until the bed, Nerys had been rather clinical and precise in her actions, nothing extraneous. He hadn't missed the look in her eyes though, as she ministered to the constable with the drink...or for that matter, as she had fondled him to orgasm. Part of him admonished himself; he couldn't assume anything from Kira's actions. She's got to make him come, after all. She's got to touch him that way.

During their volatile argument two days ago, Kira hadn't officially announced her intent to begin the Rite of Separation, and despite her informing him that his order (request he argued then and now) crossed an unforgivable line in their relationship, the fact that she had carried through his request spoke volumes...as it would to every Bajoran that might learn of it. It said she held him in high enough esteem to proxy for him. Perhaps their relationship wasn't over. Maybe after some time Nerys could forgive him and their relationship could survive. Perhaps...

A small moan issued from the constable's throat and Shakaar sighed with relief. It was over. Apparently even the Salk'Haian assumed the same thing, because he actually began to turn to Shakaar when a small cry of pleasure issued from Kira, making them turn back to the bed.

Odo's free hand had slid between himself and Nerys to find her hard and throbbing clit. Now he was gently stroking along its sides as she had shown him their first night. This wasn't necessary to the ritual, but it was necessary to Odo; he had gotten more than enough pleasure from her touch. He intended on returning the favor as often as was possible, regardless of circumstance. This was the woman he loved, after all. It wasn't right for him to selfishly enjoy her touch. Eyes closed of everything but what he felt (Kira's bare body against his), what he heard (Kira's soft moans), what he smelled (her warm female scent mixed with his own), what he knew (Kira's soft admission that her relationship to Shakaar was over...and therefore she was his now), Odo lost himself to the timeless rhythm of their lovemaking, audience and reason for this coupling forgotten.

He was connected to the woman he'd loved for as long as he could remember. His body had wanted this for as long it could remember. He had dreamed of this, longed for it, needed it, and wanted to share this with her...bring her to the joy she gave him...the joy he felt like sharing with the entire universe.

A part of Nerys fluttered with confusion; why was Odo doing this? As he continued to thrust, he was stimulating her, making her cry out helplessly again. He had not done so during their trial run...and she did not particularly feel like submitting to a full-throated climax before either Shakaar or the Salk'Haian liege. Yet another, deeper part of her could not ignore the slow and rising pleasure that grew...and grew...stemming not only from the excruciatingly swollen folds of flesh that his fingers lovingly stroked and carressed, but from the fact that it was his fingers there...his gentle, certain touch and his passion that fueled these loving actions, his lengthy shaft which filled her and sensuously stimulated every inner fold and slid through her wetness, making even more. "Oh!"

"Nerys..." a world of emotion flowed through his soft moan.

Prophets...I think I'm going to.... Kira gave in to the sensations and a full-throated cry of passion erupted from her, "ODO!!" This was followed by Odo's own hoarse groan as he convulsively filled her with his essence.

" ...ohh...Nerys..."

Both lovers shuddered, murmured their names with tender passion...with love. It was over.

There was a moment of respectful silence, then the highly pleased and smiling liege tugged on Shakaar's sleeve and urged him from the room, eager to begin negotiations now. The First Minister tried to follow, unable to tear his eyes from the bed where the two lovers remained, damp and entwined together. His throat muscles worked, but he could not speak.

Then, as he watched, Kira sighed, leaned back against her lover who gathered her close, kissed her neck. She smiled with content and murmured lovingly. "Odo..."

Shakaar Edon left the room and did not look back.

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"Why did you do that?"

"I don't understand. We were proxying for Bajor."

"Yes, but you didn't have to...to..."

"What?"

"Enjoy it!"

Odo was taken aback at this. His voice was soft and timid. "I assumed that we both enjoyed it, Kira."

"That's what I'm asking you about!" She turned from him now, upset.

"I don't understand."

"Damn you! You made me...made me..." she couldn't even bring herself to say the words.

"Made you enjoy it?"

"YES!"

He considered this, tilted his head and considered it from that angle. "But I want you to enjoy our lovemaking, Nerys. You've been giving me pleasure and...it's pleasant, but I don't want to be selfish. It's important to me that you find pleasure in our lovemaking, too."

"Yes, but..."

"What?"

"Shakaar!"

Odo looked around and frowned. "We successfully proxied for Bajor, why would Shakaar have anything to say or do with how we did so?"

"Damn it, Odo-- he and I are still obligated to each other."

His breath caught. It took several tries before he could make himself audible. "What are you saying, Nerys?"

She glared at him, noted the pain and dismay in his eyes and calmed down. "Oh, Odo...I'm not saying Edon and I are still together...we aren't. But I hadn't told him yet, don't you see?"

"No." He studied her with an uncertain expression.

"What we did...that hurt him."

Despite his normally sympathetic nature, Odo failed to see how this could be a problem. "He was going to learn of it eventually, was he not? Does it matter how he does?"

"Would you like me to treat you that way when we break up?" she riposted.

His breath caught again, but this time he managed to swallow, hiding his pain. He drew in a steadying breath. "I suppose not."

"I'm glad you finally understand." Kira sighed, then ran a hand through her hair. "Still...I guess I can square things with Edon. I'll have to talk to him. I know he'll want to go through the Rite of Separation...just to keep things above board and to avoid awkward questions from any constituents. He'd hate that."

"Yes. He probably would." Odo's voice was quiet, revealing nothing. The weary major didn't notice.

"I'll have to wait until the negotiations are over." Kira sighed again and turned to smile at him. "Thank the Prophets we don't have to set eyes on them any more!"

"Yes."

"I think I could use a nice bath." She levered herself carefully up, Odo surreptitiously lending her a hand as she sat. As he put his hand down, his forlorn gaze went unnoticed by Nerys. She spoke over her shoulder. "Care to join me in the tub?"

"Not now."

She tried to turn at this, but her pregnant state made this awkward. "Odo?"

"I'm really very tired. I'd just like to rest," he murmured, standing and heading for the discarded clothing by the door. He rapidly slipped on the trousers, threw the cape and shirt over his shoulder and grabbed the boots with his free hand. The earring he still wore glinted as he turned to her. "I'll be in my room."

Odo stepped out the door.

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2B cont'd