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They’ve finally tumbled into bed together, and Jadzia truly can’t believe her luck. Well, when she says ‘bed’, that’s sort of not-quite-true-yet, as they’re currently kissing desperately against a bulkhead, but she knows that’s where tonight will lead, finally going where she’s hoped to go for….months, definitely, years, possibly. After so much anticipation, a bed can be anywhere she wants it to be.
For now, it’s against this bulkhead, against the turbolift doors, against the wall in the habitat ring, and then, finally, in her quarters, in her bedroom, with Kira caressing the spots on her neck, which already feels so sensational that Jadzia can't even imagine how that hand is going to feel on the rest of her body. She likes to tease people about their interest in Trill spots, but what she doesn’t tell anyone unless they’ve ended up in this intimate dance together is that the spots further down are increasingly sensitive, culminating in a circle of very tender markings around her genitals. Once, with a very talented Andorian, she got off from them only caressing and licking that very circle, and it was absolutely incredible. The thought of Kira's hands on that part of her is....highly distracting.
Kira has obviously either noticed her spots’ sensitivity or is just very curious about them, because she’s following the line of them downwards, dropping little kisses on and around them, multitasking to pull down the zipper of Jadzia’s dress, pushing off the sleeves and then the whole thing, leaving her in only her underwear. Kira stares unabashedly for a second, then the desire to touch takes over again, and she pushes Jadzia backwards until her knees hit the bed and she topples down onto the mattress. Kira steps forward between her legs, leaning over her, and Jadzia pushes herself forward and upwards slightly on her elbows so she can press a soft kiss to Kira’s lips. Kira sighs and deepens the kiss, supporting herself on one hand while the other hand reaches around to unclasp Jadzia’s bra. Once it’s open, she pulls back while Jadzia takes it off completely.
Kira’s gaze is hungry and appreciative, and she immediately moves back in, following her spots again, though she bypasses them for a bit to pay extensive attention to Jadzia’s breasts.
Jadzia giggles, squirming on the mattress.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying my tits, Nerys, and I know it's a thing for Bajorans, but, um. Trill breasts are more, uh...ticklish than sensitive. In the bedroom, we’re all about the spots.”
“Oh! Well, I can definitely be all about your spots, too!”
“I did get the impression that you liked them.”
“I like them very much.”
With that, she continues her exploration of said spots almost excruciatingly slowly, switching sides at leisure, dropping to her knees between Jadzia’s thighs, until she finally gets to the band of Jadzia’s underwear, and gods, that image of her is going to be burned into Jadzia’s brain eternally, the way she’s kneeling between her legs, looking up at her with those ravenous eyes, silently checking for permission to lift up the band and pull down her boxer briefs – a permission Jadzia gladly and enthusiastically gives, and then she’s fully naked in front of Kira, who stares, and gulps, and can’t supress a small shiver of longing.
She starts dropping soft kisses on Jadzia’s inner thighs, and it’s so tender, Jadzia hurts with an ache that she hasn’t felt since she was young, way before Dax, the last time she was truly in love, and, oh – isn’t that a realization? That she loves Nerys like that? She knew she wanted her, desired and liked her, loved her freely the way she loves those who are close to her, but this singular, all-encompassing feeling? That’s something different entirely, and it has everything to do with those soft little kisses and little to do with the teasing finger now entering her, or the hand tickling her genital spots, or the hot, tight mouth around her phallus, though those are – they’re – they’re certainly –
And then she’s gone, over the edge, her bliss taking her by surprise, her body so full of joy, shivering through it –
When she opens her eyes again, Kira is looking at her, appearing almost as blissed out as she feels.
“Nerys…”, she says, reaching out her hand, and Kira gives hers happily. It’s still wet with Jadzia’s own release, so she pulls Kira forward, taking the hand into her mouth, licking every finger thoroughly to the sound of Kira’s increasing moans.
“Jadzia –…prophets, you are beautiful.”
Hand licked clean, Jadzia releases it and relishes in the sight of Kira above her, her skin flushed, her nose ridges slightly flared – she didn’t know they could do that –, though still mostly dressed, and, hm. That doesn’t seem right. She grins mischievously, and with a move that she only knows through the combination of Curzon’s combat training and Emony’s gymnastics career, she flips Kira around so she’s the one lying on her back, Jadzia on top of her.
“Your turn, Nerys.”
“I’d complain, but that move was seriously impressive. You’ll have to teach me.”
“You’d just end up using it for combat, wouldn’t you?”
“…yes. I might use it on you occasionally, though?”
“Oh, I wasn’t complaining. I’d love to see you flip Dukat to the ground some day!”
“Please, Jadzia – do not mention Dukat while we’re in bed together!”
Another grin, now seductive.
“Sorry, Nerys…I’ll make you forget all about that little misstep, promise.”
She starts slowly undressing her, pulling off the soft pants, lifting the white tanktop over Kira’s head, unclasping her bra and throwing everything to the side, all while looking up at Kira with those iridescent eyes and dropping kisses randomly.
Then she takes out her hair clip, letting her hair fall down, and leans in to lightly kiss Kira’s face – her forehead, her nose ridges, the corner of her mouth, her jaw, her neck. It’s much softer than Kira expected, and it makes her heart beat faster from something that’s not just arousal, but an emotion she doesn’t want to give words to yet. Soon, arousal takes over anyway – Jadzia’s mouth on her breasts, her hair cascading over her shoulders and tickling the sensitive skin delightfully, devilishly, her hand slipping downwards, and, prophets, she must have been with Bajorans before in some previous life, or really done her research, because otherwise there’s no way she could know so exactly how to touch Kira, the perfect half-teasing, half-torturous caresses to her genital ridges, the finger entering her, pressing inside her at just the right angle, stroking her with perfect timing, and Kira wonders, she wonders, is this perfect because the touches are so precisely aimed and pressured, or is this perfect because it’s Jadzia? Jadzia with her laugh and her mischief, her soft lips and kind, playful smile, her always laughing eyes? With her pranks and her ridiculous love of Tongo, her intelligence and compassion, her passion and her – her – everything – conscious thought starts to escape Kira, she’s only sensation, the smell and taste of Jadzia above her, surrounding her, drowning her in a well of delight, until she comes with a cry of “Jadzia!”
Jadzia holds and fingers and kisses her through it, until she falls back into her body with a sigh, eyes focusing on her lover above her, and Jadzia is smiling down at her with such joy that she can’t help but return it.