best FFF Story
Colonel Kira Nerys was many things – shrewd, resourceful, independent, self sufficient, cautious – but she had never considered herself to be paranoid.
But there was something about the atmosphere around DS9 these days that had her hackles up. It may have been nothing more than loneliness that she was feeling...after all, she and Quark were the only familiar faces, now that the war was over, and Starfleet had reassigned all of the personnel who had been stationed here. Well, all except for Sisko, who was now with the prophets.
Nonetheless, she couldn't help but be uneasy, no matter how many times she told herself that there was nothing to fear.
As she sat at the bar, Morn's empty stool beside her, she shook her head...she would *not* give in to the urge to turn around. Instead, she looked up and gazed into the mirror behind the bar, and confirmed that there was no one standing behind her...despite the feeling to the contrary. She was about to call out to Quark, however, when she felt a tap on her shoulder, and jumped.
She turned her head quickly, and saw the woman...then turned once again to see that the mirror was still empty. Fear gripped Kira as she stammered out, "Who are you?" as she returned her gaze to the apparition who cast no reflection.
"Forgive me," the stranger said in a sultry whisper, "I did not intend to startle you. I am Jeanette...and I would love to share a drink with you...and perhaps a bit of conversation?" Her words had an accent that Kira could not place, making her statements sound more like questions.
Although shaken by the way this stranger had approached, Kira was nonetheless intrigued by her. There was something about her gaze that had Kira mesmerized, and as Jeanette withdrew from the bar, beckoning Kira to follow, she moved without thought, oblivious to Quark, who was calling to her from behind the bar.
Jeanette led her up the stairs, and into one of the holosuites. As the door sealed itself, it disappeared into the background of this rather dark room. Kira stood still, looking around her for something familiar...and in a way, it all reminded her of Quarks, yet not. Loud, yet somewhat sensual music permeated the place...the people here were uniformly pale, and dressed in black, just as Jeanette was. As Jeanette gestured for Kira to follow her deeper into the maze of beings on the dance floor, all eyes turned to them...Kira realized that her rust uniform stood out terribly in this sea of black.
But it may have been more than the shock of color that drew them to her, for she noticed a look in their eyes...a hunger, perhaps...that made Kira shiver, despite the warmth of the dark room.
"They won't touch you, while you're with me, my sweet," the sultry voice said from behind her, and Kira jumped once more.
Turning her head, she asked, "How did you get behind me?" But Jeanette did not answer, she simply ushered Kira deeper into the dark bar, away from the staring crowd. After what seemed like an eternity, they entered a small room with large, plush cushions artfully arranged on the floor.
"Make yourself comfortable, Nerys," Jeanette said, as she went to a cabinet set against one wall, then turned and asked, "would you care for some wine?"
"Yes," Kira answered absently, as she remained standing, taking in her surroundings. As Jeanette handed her the glass of dark red wine, Kira asked, "What is this place?"
"Ah," Jeanette sighed, as she took a large swallow of her wine, which Kira noticed was considerable darker than her own, "Well, it is a club called 'The Raven'...a 'safe haven' for the denizens of the night, so to speak...but sadly, it no longer exists." She paused, and took another drink of her wine before continuing, "It was originally in Toronto, Canada, and I owned it...but that was...well...many, many years ago." She then crossed the room, and sat on one of the large cushions, reclining slightly as she gestured to Kira to join her, saying, "Come, let us get to know one another better. I can feel that you are lonely...as am I."
And without hesitation, Kira found herself kneeling down beside Jeanette...her wine glass forgotten on the table she had sat it down on after taking just a single sip. It had been bitter to her taste, not at all like the sweet Bajoran wine she was used to. Their eyes locked, and Kira felt as if she were floating...lost on the depths of Jeanette's gaze. Before she quite knew what was happening, hands began to explore her body, as their lips met in a soul-deep kiss...and the sensation of disembodiment was intensified ten-fold.
She was floating, and drowning...
She was on fire...the heat of her body heightened by the coolness of Jeanette's touch, as she moved down Kira's body. And as she brought her to climax, Kira gasped at the sudden sharp stab of pain, which was instantly overwhelmed by the intensity of her orgasm.
*****
"What do we have here?" LaCroix asked, as he came into Jeanette's boudior.
"Sh," Jeanette said as she placed her finger across her lips, and whispered, "She is sleeping, and I do not wish to disturb her just yet." She then rose, and stepped out into the now deserted club, LaCriox following. "It is true what they say about Bajoran blood," she said with a smile.
"You tasted her? You take quite a chance," LaCroix said, obviously not pleased with Jeanette. It was quite unlike him to be so cautious...and his caution caught her attention.
"Yes, I tasted her...but only after I learned that her mind is quite easy to control." She could see that he was not convinced, so she added, "Besides, we are only here for a few days...and I could not resist such a lovely meal. No doubt you would have done the same...had she been your type."
"Undoubtedly," he said, then turned toward the room where Kira lay, as he asked, "are you going to let her remember?"
"Well, I suppose that all depends," Jeanette said with a shrug.
"On what?" Kira asked as she emerged from the doorway. She had woken, and heard most of what had been said between the two...and as the words began to make more sense to her, she had realized that she was in danger.
Jeanette crossed to where Kira stood, and tried to take the younger woman by the arms, but Kira pulled away, not meeting her eyes. "Leave us," Jeanette said to LaCroix, "I must talk to her alone."
"No!" Kira cried out, as LaCroix grabbed Jeanette from behind, and whispered in her ear, "Do not do this...she is not worth it."
"LaCroix, what is your problem?" Jeanette asked, as she turned within his arms to face him, forgetting Kira for a moment.
"Remember, I know your thoughts...you are being foolish and reckless," he said, adding, "it is unlike you...and I must assume that it is the blood controlling you."
"What *are* you talking about?" Jeanette asked, as she pulled away from him.
"You think you've made a connection with her," LaCroix said, indicating Kira, then went on contemptuously, "that if you ask, she will let you stay here, and be her lover."
Jeanette could not deny his words, yet as she looked at Kira, she could see that any chance she might have had was now lost, thanks to LaCroix. "Get out," she said to him in a fierce whisper, and this time, he did not protest. After all, he too could see the look in Kira's eyes, and knew that Jeanette would not be staying.
"What are you?" Kira asked when they were once again alone.
Jeanette sighed, then said very quietly, "A lonely woman, who finds you appealing," and after a pause, she added, "you don't need to know any more than that."
Kira cautiously looked into Jeanette's eyes, and was pleased when she did not feel herself falling into them. She smiled, and was about to speak, when suddenly...
...there was a loud crash, and Kira woke with a start. "Lights," she called out, feeling very disoriented and confused. She had been in Quark's...more precisely, in the holosuites with...someone. She shook her head, wondering if it had all been a dream.
She got out of bed, and several things became immediately apparent to her. First, she had not gotten into bed by herself, for she was completely naked, and she *never* slept that way, even when she was with someone. Second, whoever had put her in bed had also knocked over a lamp, which was apparently the noise that woke her. and third, they had left the door open slightly when they had left.
Kira grabbed a robe, and ran to her door, looking down the hallway, but there was no one in sight. Locking her door behind her, she went to her computer terminal and called up the security logs for this section of the station. What she saw startled her...for she was alone as she approached her quarters, and apparently floating through the air. And it was then that she recalled the woman in Quark's who cast no reflection...and she knew that her dream had not been a dream after all.
~the end
...light as a feather, yet unable to move...
...breathless, yet not feeling the least bit out of breath.