Hard Edges & Indistinct Shapes

Warnings: do I still have to warn for shapeshifting sex?

Summary: a little late night discussion between two lovers.

Author Notes: Because Fliss and Cheile wanted some gratuitous Odo/Kira smut and I had a bit of time to indulge in it.

I know we've seen parts of Kira's body on the show and no visible scars have been on those parts, but I took the liberty of assuming just because there are none where we could see, doesn't mean there aren't some where we couldn't.


That said... I miss DS9.

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

THANKS:
to Tracy for the unfailingly helpful DS9 Encyclopedia
http://ds9encyclopedia.0catch.com/

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"What is this one from?"


Nerys glanced at her inner elbow. "You're awfully curious tonight."

Odo tilted his head, dropping her arm. They lay, for all appearances, nude atop Kira's
sleep-warm bed.

"You needn't answer if you feel it's too private."

Kira smiled. "It's not, it's just -- I have so many little scars and for one thing, I can't always remember where they came from and for another, well..."

"Yes?"

"Well, it doesn't seem fair, me doing all the talking."

He considered this, and then smiled. "I'll tell you what; for each scar I ask about, you
get to ask me a question."

Nerys sat up. "Any question?"

He nodded.

She considered this, then smiled, too. "You're on."

"Very well. Now... what is this from?"

Odo clasped her lower leg and his fingers caressed a small scar just above and behind her ankle.

Nerys sighed, gaze suddenly elsewhere as her mind's eye began to see times past.

"A hara kitten. Bestri Woods. I was on a mission. I hid in some underbrush. I must
have startled the kitten. It scratched me and yowled, but if it hadn't, I wouldn't have had any warning. I... I killed its mother."

"You had to, Nerys."

She shook her head. "No, it was an accident. I would have stunned her, but my weapon was Lissepian..."

"Only one setting," Odo murmured, suddenly understanding.

"So... I left her dead. Her kitten left me with *this*," she gestured at the small scar. "And I don't know if the kit survived. It was a cold winter."

Odo stroked a hand down her foot and she started, then relaxed. "What about this
one?"

"Isn't it my turn?"

"Indeed. Ask away."

"What does Odo mean?" He stilled and she continued. "I know a Cardassian word like that. They used to use it for some of our children. It's not... is your name--"

"It means 'nothing'. Odo Ital was the designation a Cardassian scientist put on my container when I was found. It translates to 'unknown sample'. Since the Cardassians delight in dual meanings, once my sentience was known, they began to call me 'Odo' or 'nothing'. That was the name that struck, among both the Cardassians and the Bajorans."

His voice had been perfectly polite, even conversational, but Nerys could hear the pain and, even fear, that layered his voice. She said nothing for a long moment, merely squeezing his arm, then taking his hand and kissing it.

When she felt she could speak, she said, "I hope you know by now that it's not true."

He nodded, but would not meet her eyes. Instead he pointed to another, less distinct scar on top of her foot. It was hard-edged, though, and he could feel the unevenness of the skin.

"And this one?"

She chuckled. "Would you believe a pair of Cardassian boots?"

He frowned and she explained. "When I was 15 we raided a factory in Hedrikspool province. It was a bad raid, poorly planned, no prisoners were freed, but we did get a cache of Cardassian boots and uniforms. We cannibalized the uniforms, but each of us got a pair of new boots. Mine were too tight and had this annoying piece of metal I couldn't adjust over the top of my foot. It was okay when standing or walking, but running or climbing... it caused a large sore on my foot. I had to constantly treat my foot with takeo and hadana herbs to bring down the swelling and keep it from getting infected. I developed a callous. It never really went away."

Odo rubbed the small, ridged spot where the skin was slick-smooth, then let go of her foot.

"It's your turn."

Kira was silent for a long moment, and then touched his arm lightly. "Odo... what is it like? Morphing?"

He looked at her then. "I don't know if I can answer that."

"Try. Please."

"Very well." He sat up and considered. "My senses are limited in this form. When I change, I can sense things again with my entire mass -- the weight of the air, the particles in it, every bit of fibre, every imperfection in the surface I'm against... I feel sound more than hear it and it gives me the sense of distance and connection."

"Connection?"

"My connection to whatever is making the sound. Your voice in my natural form is... muted. It moves through me, causes a vibration. I can tell how far you are and it feels as if we are... connected through the waves of sound."

"What can you see?"

"Ah, that's another question," he said in a playful tone.

Nerys laughed. "All right, then. Ask."

"This one."

His fingers stroked near her inner thigh, both tickling and arousing and she could not help gasping. The scar itself was so pale one could barely see it anymore. She remembered now and stilled in response.

"I... It was a broken data rod."

When more was not forthcoming, Odo moved closer and stroked his hand along her cheek, making her look at him.

"Go on," he murmured.

She sighed. "It was a Cardassian, Odo. He... tried to rape me. I fought. When I kicked at him, I broke some data rods on top of his computer monitor. He tripped me up. He managed to get one of the broken data rods... tried to cut off my trousers. The edge caught me, but I was able to get away... at least for a little while. He had my DNA on the data rod. I was rounded up and sentenced to 9 months hard labour for 'disregarding
a Cardassian's direct order'. I was sent to the Tempasa Processing center to work."

There was a long silence, and then Odo sighed, too, putting his hand down.

"I had wondered." She looked over at him then and he took her hand in his. "I know very few Bajorans who weren't... taken advantage of by the Cardassians."

Kira nodded at this and finally sighed, relaxing slightly. "I haven't thought about that in a long time."

"I'm sorry if I troubled you."

"No, Odo. We... *should* learn more about each other."

He kissed her hand then and smiled, tracing the lines of her palm. "When I'm in my natural form, I can see every bit of texture in your skin. This line here seems a crevasse. I can feel the fine hairs on your arm, swirling against my surface. They look like saplings up close, supple, yet firmly planted. Your scar here--"

His other hand stroked that fine scar at her inner thigh again, this time not pausing at its apex, but continuing to stroke past it and to her groin.

"There's a raised edge, like a rim, then what looks like a smooth, well-worn path." His hand paused and he looked at her, his eyes darkening with desire. "One I love to follow."

To Kira's shock his hand liquefied and his gelatinous limb stroked over and along her inner folds.

"Odo!"

"Do you know what you look like... inside?" he murmured, and she could feel as a tendril of her lover parted the delicate skin down there and began to snake it's way through the moist inner folds.

"It's so damp and warm... so... welcoming." His voice dropped into a very husky register even as it grew ragged. "I could linger there... for hours."

It was the last thing he said before loosing his hold on cohesion and drifting over her skin.

Nerys gasped and cried out, throwing herself back on the bed and shifting her legs through the intriguingly smooth gel that was her lover.

She did not know it, although she suspected, that her actions were incredibly arousing to Odo. Given his heightened perceptions in his natural state, she wondered if it wasn't akin to sensation overload.

Then a thick tendril of changeling began to twirl around her clitoris and Nerys gave herself up to her own sensation overload...

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A few hours later, both lovers dozed, Odo once more in human form, his chest providing Nerys a comfortable pillow as she drifted in a pleasant post-coital daze.

"So..."

"Mm?"

"Did I answer your question?"

Kira lifted her head to look into Odo's tender gaze.

"Oh, yes." She dropped her head back onto his chest again, with a contented sigh. "In fact, if you're going to answer my questions like that, I may just have to start asking you more questions."

Odo snorted amusement and he ran a hand through her disheveled hair, stroked her ear.

"Nerys..."

It was not a question and she did not take it as one, merely sighing again and holding him closer.

"I love you, Odo."

He stilled momentarily, then continued to toy with her ear, before moving his hand to stroke her cheek, then lift her face to his to kiss her.

"And I you," he murmured.

When they pulled apart, she swallowed and asked, "Does it bother you? Your name, I mean."

He shook his head emphatically. "It's just a sound. A sound I respond to. It doesn't mean anything."

"It's the name of the man that I love," she corrected him.

"Nerys..."

"And that's my name," she smiled.

"The woman *I* love," he murmured now, full of feeling.

"Scars and all?"

He sighed, and managed to murmur before capturing her lips once again, "Scars and all."


~ FIN ~

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completed: November 2005.