Title: A Love Like No Other 
Author: Cait N. (caitn@mindspring.com) 
Series: DS9 
Codes: Jadzia Dax/Kilana
Rating: NC-17 
Archive: ASCEM, FFF
Webpage: www.asstr.org/~CaitN/slash/noother.html

Note: Part of the Femme Fuh-q Fest - 
http://www.geocities.com/femme_fuhq_fest/ 

Disclaimer: Paramount owns the characters, I just take 'em
out for a spin every once in a while. 

Summary: Takes place during the Dominion War, after the
5th season episode "The Ship." Kilana's in love for the
first time, but is it a fantasy or reality? 

Beta Note: Thanks to Rich for helping me turn a PWP around
and making it into a story. 

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"A Love Like No Other" 
by Cait N.


She stood before me, naked, without a shred of
embarrassment. That only made me want her more. None of
this coy playing games. She knew what I wanted, and the
fact that she was willing was perhaps the biggest turn on.

No, that wasn't quite true. The biggest turn on was being
with the woman I loved.

My bare feet padded across the floor until I stood just in
front of her. She was quite taller than I was. I reached my
hands up, behind her neck, and released her long, chestnut
hair from its ponytail. It floated around her shoulders,
the spots on her face and neck playing peek-a- boo with me.

The music disk I'd put on started up, the strains of
something slow and soft filling the room. She opened her
arms and I went into them willingly.

I'd never danced before and found it a most unusual
sensation. Her body felt so soft, and she held me very
gently. Being as short as I am, my head reached just to her
chest. To lean my head on her breasts . . . a chill of
anticipation ran down my spine.

"I want to kiss you," she whispered. By that point, she
didn't have to ask -- I was ready.

What a different feeling. Her lips were so much softer
than any man's I had ever kissed. As she slowly eased my
mouth open with her tongue, I found myself involuntarily
pressing up against her and that familiar tingling between
my legs started. I'd only felt it one other time, but it
was a feeling I could never forget.

She kissed me again, much more passionately this time.
Sliding her hands up my sides, she cupped my breasts,
kneading them gently with her hands. My body melted at her
touch. Without hesitation she guided me onto the bed. I'd
never been with a woman before, and only one man, so
regardless of my eagerness, I was still a little tense. She
could tell, I'm sure, because she said, "Just relax, I
won't hurt you. I could never hurt you." That soft smile
that melted my fears and fueled my passion. "I'm going take
care of you, trust me."

I laid my head back on the mound of pillows, closing my
eyes and putting myself into her hands -- literally. Her
hand was feather-light on the smooth skin of my thigh,
brushing down toward the inside of my knee. Her mouth
reached for me in the semi-darkened room, kissing me with
intense longing. Her mouth plundered the softness of my
lips, while her fingertips were cool on my fevered skin.
She stroked me softly, lovingly. I'd always wished for
romance, something more than I had. For love. Could I doubt
that I had found it?

I wasn't even going to try fighting the burning desire
that raced along my spine when she touched me that way.
When she nudged me onto my stomach, I moaned and shifted on
the bed. She was turning out to be a masterful lover,
knowing exactly what I wanted almost before I did. She gave
more than she took, making sure than no inch of me was left
untouched by her hand or lips. I shuddered softly as her
mouth traced a fiery path across my shoulder blades,
branding me wherever her lips touched. Her hands held my
arms gently at my sides, as she licked and sucked on my
passion-warmed skin. I could feel her wiry pubic hair
brushing back and forth over the gentle swell of my
buttocks, leaving a tiny trail of moisture over my skin.
Evidently she was getting as turned on as I was.

My hips circled slowly, pressing my pussy against the
tangled bed-sheets beneath me. Her hands were smooth and
silky on my thighs as she kneaded the muscles that were
tight with anticipation, making them relax and open for her
fingers. She stroked me slowly -- long, gentle slides of
cool fingertips on excited flesh. I whimpered with need.
She answered by gently rolling me over onto my back.

Everything she did was perfect. She knew exactly how to
pleasure me. To love me.

She began kissing her way down my stomach, giving me
teasing little nibbles along the way. By the time she
reached my mound of dark curls, I was more than ready. She
spread my wet lips and slowly ran her tongue up and down my
dripping pussy. The feelings were indescribable. Her tongue
formed circles around my clit, teasing it, making it ache
for more. My breathing got harder, my moaning louder, but
she whispered to me, "Not yet." She wanted to prolong my
ecstasy. When I felt I could no longer stand it and thought
I would die of pleasure if this went on much longer, she
put her lips over my throbbing clit and began to suck,
while her tongue licked and danced on it. My hips pushed
hard into her face and I let out a scream of delight. My
body tensed as the waves of orgasm overtook me. With every
tremor, every shudder, she pulled my hips closer to her
mouth. My pussy became so sensitive I thought I couldn't
bear a second more.

"No, Jadzia, no more. Please!"

**********

"Kilana! Wake up! You're dreaming again," the security
officer on duty hollered.

I woke up with a start, my body gleaming with sweat, the
sheets on my small cot soaked. It took me a few seconds to
assess my surroundings. Federation prisoner transport ship.
On route to Earth. Three days out of Deep Space Nine.

I fell back onto the mattress, my hands brushing the hair
out of my eyes. I'd been dreaming -- again. Dreaming of the
dark-haired, dark-eyed Federation officer that I'd only
seen once. Oh but once was enough! I'd never believed in
love let alone love at first sight. Until that day. Until
Jadzia. Ever since that day she'd been the object of my
most intimate dreams. She fascinated me like no one ever
before. I was determined to find out everything I could
about my love.

And now, with the possibility of seeing her again, being
close enough to smell her, count the spots on her neck,
drink in the whole sight of her . . . it was almost more
than I could bear.

Knowing that it was only a matter of days -- inevitable --
I curled on my side, my hands pillowed under my head. I
closed my eyes, a smile on my face and love in my heart. 

THE END


