Chapter Four

Lore and Ja’hara were enjoying their newfound freedom.

“We're safe and together, sweetness. My dear brother will take years to analyze what you did to him and will regret even longer that you didn't finish what you started. I'm very proud of you. You're brilliant, Ja’hara and that's one of the many, many things I love about you." Lore kissed her again with tremendous passion.

Even though their time apart had only been a matter of hours, it felt significant to have her back in his arms again. Lore was coming to realize that while he was completely delighted with how well she could keep up with him in bed, and their time spent there was spellbindingly wonderful, Lore loved more about her than just this. He was even flattered she had again chosen him over Data! They lay in each other’s arms, their passion, for the moment, spent, and just enjoyed being together.

He caressed Ja’hara’s face with his hand. "You have no idea how incredibly beautiful you are, do you?"

"You still haven't told me where we're going."

"Terlina III. My father lived there until he...died. We can lay low there for a little while. Starfleet would never think of looking for us there."

"Is it nice?" she asked.

"His home is in the middle of a jungle. He had a good lab which could come in handy." He kissed Ja’hara again.

Lore was becoming aroused again. She had a way of doing that to him without even trying. Lore realized for the first time he was the one with something...someone Data couldn’t have. The thought that Data had wanted his wife turned Lore on. Lore wondered if he would be able to tie her to another tree in his father's jungle and tickle her with the leaves as he had done before. It was very erotic last time, would it be again?

It took two days before they arrived at Terlina III. They found a small clearing big enough for the transport to land and made their way to the now-deserted home of the late Often Wrong Soong.

"It isn't exactly Risa," Lore laughed, "but we'll be alone."

"Are you sure you'll be okay? Not exactly the most pleasant memories for you here," Ja’hara observed.

"I'll be fine." They came to the entrance of the home and the doors slid open.

"Unusual decor. I don't think I've ever seen anything quite like this before," she laughed.

"And I doubt you will again." Lore assured her as they made their way inside. "No one else like dear old dearly dead old dad."

Ja’hara raised an eyebrow at him. "That was a mouthful. You and he really didn't get along even before he took you apart, did you?"

"No, not really...well, in some ways, but even then we...not really, no."

She took hold of Lore's hand and walked with him through the room. "Definitely needs cleaning."

“And christening,” Lore added, picking her up in his arms and heading towards the bedroom.

"You're insatiable Lore!"

"Only for you, my dear, only for you."

"So do you think your father would have liked me if we had met?"

"I'm sure he would have thought you’re the perfect woman for me."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment or are you teasing me?"

"Both!"

Lore set her down just inside the door and moved to the bed, stripping off the top sheet along with the layer of dust then returned to collect his wife. He laid Ja’hara on the bed and moved down next to her. He surveyed the room causing a strange look to come over his face.

"What's wrong, Lore?" she asked concerned.

"I was just thinking about something my father said to me the last time I was here. When he was saying the emotion chip wasn't for me, it was for Data. Everything was for Data. You’re the only one I’ve ever known who’s chosen me over Data. You have no idea what that means to me." He kissed Ja’hara.

Ja’hara let him kiss her once, grabbed his face and looked deeply and seriously in to his amber eyes. "I had never felt important to anyone, until you. I wasn’t valued by anyone, for anything other than sex, until you. I have never met anyone so like-minded as you. You saved me in more ways than one, Lore," she told him.

"Then we are even, my love, because you also have saved me. Now, enough talking," he directed.

Once again she allowed him to kiss her once.

"Lore, are we going to be running forever? Do you think they will ever give up trying to find you...us?"

"I honestly don't know. Are you tired of this life already?"

She shook her head and kissed him. "I will do anything to keep you in one piece and us together. It's just...when I was growing up I could see what real families were like and I sometimes would wish I had a family like that but I knew that wish would never happen."

"Is that the life you still wish for?" Lore didn't like the idea of keeping Ja’hara from a dream.

"No, not anymore. Too much has happened." She laughed, "Anyway it would definitely bore me to death."

Something occurred to Lore that he had never mentioned to her, never having seen the need before this moment. "Ja’hara, you are aware I can't give you a child, aren't you? I don't have any genetic material in my sexual secretions to combine with your genetic...ovum."

Ja’hara turned to Lore looking a little relieved. "Lore, I can't have children either. I had a procedure done a few years ago, when I thought my fate was sealed, to make sure. I could never bring a child into the world to suffer like I did. Besides, I don't want to share you with anyone."

Ja’hara kissed Lore but this time the kiss was much more passionate and did not stop at one.

“Let’s get you undressed,” he smirked. Ja’hara sat up and raised her arms so he could pull off the sweater she was wearing. She lay back down, raising her butt slightly so Lore could slide her skirt down her sexy legs. Very quickly, Lore’s clothing was next to Ja’hara’s on the floor. Their bodies were entangled, their hands caressing each other as their lips came together for a sizzling kiss, their tongues joined in a sensuous duel.

Lore moved his kisses to Ja’hara’s sexy neck. He was certain there wasn’t a centimeter of her body that wasn’t sexy. He slowly ran his tongue down to Ja’hara’s cleavage before making his way to the underside of her right breast. He looked up at his wonderful wife, sharing a very contented smile with her before taking her breast in his mouth. His tongue gliding around the side of her nipple as his hand kneaded her other breast had Ja’hara gasping in delight. After a few minutes Lore switched his attention to her other breast. Ja’hara’s moans were having an even greater impact on Lore than usual. He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to be inside her...now. Lore, kneeling between her legs, raised them so her knees were snug to her breasts before plunging into her with his stiffness.  He didn’t think he could go any deeper into her than he was now. Ja’hara’s moans were more intense than he had heard before, pushing him closer and closer to the abyss. With his hands placed on either side of Ja’hara’s chest, he gripped the bedding tightly as he quickened the rhythm of his thrusts. She raised her head towards Lore wanting his mouth more than she had ever wanted it before. Their kiss felt hotter than molten lava as their passion coursed through their bodies. The kiss was broken when Ja’hara threw back her head, arched her back and screamed out Lore’s name as the extreme pleasure of her orgasm flowed through her. Lore became even more excited by her reaction, plunging into her harder and harder until she called out over and over again. Soon his body was shaking as he experienced the overwhelming power of his climax.

Lore moved next to Ja’hara, pulling her into his arms. He kissed her forehead as he gently swept his hand up and down her arm.

“I love you, Ja’hara. I don’t think I can find the words to adequately tell you how much,” he whispered.

Ja’hara looked deeply in to Lore’s eyes. She was only able to smile in response to Lore’s words as she was still trying to catch her breath and couldn’t speak. She pulled herself tighter to Lore, resting her head on his chest. Soon her heavy breathing from their lovemaking became that of deep sleep. Lore found himself staring at his sleeping wife for hours. He thought he had pissed off every god possible but decided there must be one out there who actually liked him. How else could he explain his incredible good fortune of meeting Ja’hara? He kissed her again on the forehead.

“I love you more than life, Lore,” she whispered, still asleep.  

Lore and Ja’hara had been on Terlina III for three months when they decided it was time to move on. In terms of making love and making plans, it had been a productive stay. Lore had made extensive use of Soong’s lab for many projects including fashioning a communicator for Ja’hara in case they became separated. The communicator was a heart-shaped pendant Ja’hara would wear on a chain around her neck. It had the same entwined L and J pattern as the earring etched on it. Lore had added a communicator to his own circuitry, which he could access under a fingernail in a manner similar to his personal transporter.

The first thing they had decided was they needed a new ship. The Enterprise knew too much about their current transportation, including its transponder code.

The couple packed up their belongings, including a few items they “inherited” from Dr. Soong’s lab and soon Terlina III was just a memory.

It took three days before the transport entered orbit around Ferenginar. Lore had arranged to meet with an old acquaintance named Sovak. Lore knew Sovak had no love for either the Federation or Jean-Luc Picard after a run-in the Ferengi had with the Enterprise’s captain on Risa. Lore had his eye on a nice runabout Sovak had salvaged and restored. It was perfect for his and Ja’hara’s needs. Sovak was hesitant about trading the runabout for the old transport until he came aboard. He was impressed with the modifications made to the ship by Lore but Ja’hara’s plea, which included a very sensual caressing of Sovak’s earlobe, sealed the deal. The runabout carrying the happy pair was soon on its way to their next destination - Vina’s World.

Vina’s World was well known for the silver sand beaches that reflected the light from the planet’s sun and moon to produce a beautiful sparkling effect. The moderate temperatures and warm purple oceans made Vina’s World a popular vacation destination. Many compared it to Risa not only because of the beauty and weather but also the similar views on sexuality and sensuality held by the Vinates.

When Lore and Ja’hara arrived, Lore was again thrilled by Ja’hara’s response to her surroundings. He hoped he would always feel this incredible sensation whenever his wife experienced something new.

“Lore, this place is amazing!” she beamed as she threw her arms around his neck. “Are those tall, blue people with the webbed hands...the Vinates?”

“Yes, my love,” Lore responded before kissing her softly on the lips.

“Why do some have white hair and some black hair?” she asked.

“They have white hair until they reach what they call the ‘age of wisdom’ and then it turns black,” he explained. He nuzzled up to her ear to whisper, “That means their too damn old to have sex any more.” He kissed her neck and laughed. He then surprised Ja’hara by picking her up and carrying her to the entrance of their temporary home. As the door slid open Ja’hara surveyed their guest quarters with wide eyes, as the rooms were more luxuriousness than any she’d ever seen. From the outside it looked like a simple overwater hut but on the inside...the open-air living area, the deck, the bedroom...they were spectacular.

“Lore, you’re spoiling me! Did you always stay at places like this before you met me?” she asked, still in Lore’s arms.

“You deserve only the best, Ja’hara,” Lore smiled lovingly.

“And that’s why I married you.” Ja’hara leaned in slightly, kissing Lore with great passion. “What should we do first?” Lore didn’t have to answer as the smirk on his face said it all. He carried Ja’hara to the bed where they made love for most of the afternoon.

Their stay on Vina’s World was going well. Lore and Ja’hara were enjoying the sights and sounds of the planet while still finding the time to conduct a little business as well. One business acquaintance they hadn’t expected to see was Durga, the Lizarian Lore had been dealing with when he first met Ja’hara on Amagros IV. Durga wasn’t pleased to see them either.

“You...android...you cheated me!” Durga charged.

“Now Durga, we had a business deal and with all deals sometimes you win and sometimes you lose,” Lore stated calmly.

“That one...she gave you information she shouldn’t have,” Durga accused as he stared at Ja’hara with hatred in his eyes. He paused for a moment before turning back to Lore. “So android, did you win or lose in your business dealings with Ja’hara’s mother? How much did the whore charge you when you bought her daughter?” he laughed. Lore moved quickly, grabbing Durga by the throat.

“You’re treading in very dangerous territory, Durga,” he warned.

“Don’t tell me she cheated the great Lore. I’m surprised. Word had it that Ja’hara was going to be an even better whore than her mother but maybe they were wrong about that. Is she not bringing in the latinum like you thought she would?” Durga choked out the words as Lore increased the pressure on his neck. The Lizarian was enjoying Ja’hara’s reaction too much. He watched with glee as the tears were streaming down her face.

“If you continue to speak about my wife like that, I will kill you,” Lore cautioned.

“Your wife!” Durga laughed. He knew Lore was not to be taken lightly but he didn’t think Lore would kill him over a whore. “You don’t marry them, Lore. You pay’em, fuck’em and then...” Durga’s words were cut off by the sound of his neck snapping. Lore then threw the lifeless body of the Lizarian to the ground. He took Ja’hara in his arms, holding her tightly, as he comforted her. 

“He’ll never say a bad word about you again, Ja’hara. I won’t allow anyone to speak to or about you like that or they will meet the same fate as Durga,” Lore whispered in her ear. “Now let’s get out of here.” Lore took Ja’hara’s hand leading her back to their guest quarters.

Ja’hara had been working hard to forget about her life on Amagros IV so Durga’s words cut her deeply. It took Lore forty-three minutes to get Ja’hara to smile again. It then took only fifteen seconds to coax her to the bedroom.

“I want to make love to you,” Lore smiled as he undressed Ja’hara. “I want to kiss you, touch you, be one with you.” He pulled her into his arms, kissing her as he gently caressed her bare back. He lifted Ja’hara on to the bed before removing his own clothing and joining her. With each kiss the fire within them became hotter and hotter.

“Make love to me,” Ja’hara whispered. She reclaimed Lore’s mouth, kissing him hard, as her hands swept over his chest. Their lovemaking was different this time. She thought of Lore’s repeated promises that he would never allow anyone to hurt her. She had never doubted his words but today...today he had proven it. He had killed someone, even if it was just a Lizarian, for hurting her. As she lay in Lore’s arms, Ja’hara felt more loved than she ever had.

They held each other tightly for quite some time before Lore broke the silence.

“I’m supposed to meet a Yiridian in fifteen minutes. I don’t have to go...”

“Take care of business, Lore,” she interrupted.

“Are you sure?” he asked. There was more than a hint of concern in his voice.

“You’ve told me a lot about this deal. It’s important. Go!” she ordered.

“If you need me, use that,” he said as he pointed to the communicator hanging around her neck.

Ja’hara smiled at her husband, “I will always need you, Lore. Now get dressed and go take that Yiridian’s latinum.”

Five minutes later Lore was kissing Ja’hara good-bye as he left for his meeting. He wasn’t anxious to deal with the Yiridian but Ja’hara was right...it was important. ~Then why do I have such a bad feeling about this? ~ he asked himself.

Lore had been gone for five minutes when Ja’hara decided to get dressed and enjoy the view from the deck until he returned. She was surprised when only twenty minutes later she heard the door to their quarters slide open.

“Back already? That was quick,” she called out. Ja’hara’s happiness evaporated in an instant as she found herself staring at a complement of Starfleet security personnel. 

“By order of Starfleet, you are under arrest,” informed the Klingon in charge.

Ja’hara was stunned but she knew she had to warn Lore. She would rather die than let them disassemble her husband. She brought her hand up to her pendant, fingering it in a way she hoped they would think to be nervousness before she activated it.

“Lore, Starfleet’s here. Go!” she spoke quickly.

“Transport!” was the response that came back over the communicator. Ja’hara started to reach for her earring.

“Don’t touch that earring,” the Klingon ordered but Ja’hara didn’t obey.

Lore was frantic. The communicator channel was still open so he had heard the voice he recognized as being Lieutenant Worf’s yelling at Ja’hara, followed by the sound of phaser fire and a thud. He knew his wife had been hit. He then heard Worf contacting the Enterprise informing them to beam up two of his team with their prisoner.

“Lore, this is Lieutenant Worf. Turn yourself in now and you will be treated fairly.”

Lore closed the communicator channel without responding. He was seething with anger over Ja’hara’s capture.

~ They’ll pay for this! ~ He raged. ~ They will all pay! ~