WARNING: Adult content. So if you're not one, don't read it. Disclaimer: Characters contained within belong to the almighty Paramount. I just borrowed them. Author: Ceefax. Feedback toC_fax@hotmail.com Note: My apologies to any Kira fans who happen upon this little offering. I just can't write woman. :-(


Kira gazed deeply into the depths of her raktigino, watching the dark liquid swirl gently back and forth. Her head hurt. Her head hurt like hell. She took a deep breath, taking comfort from the bitter smell. Her mind flicked back to the previous evening, and she hastily pushed it away again. She tilted the cup, setting the liquid moving, and forced her mind to go blank as she watched the delicate patterns.

"Good morning, Major."

"Odo, don't shout. Please. I'm... I'm not feeling well."

The shapeshifter sat down opposite her, and carefully studied her face. "I take it my gift reached you, then. I would have sent one of my deputies, but..."

"Yes, it did. Thank you, Odo." She didn't manage to keep all of the chill out her voice.

"Well, I didn't mean for you to drink it all at once. There's no point in blaming _me_."

"I'm not blaming you, it's just that I... well..."

Odo looked quizzically at her. "You didn't... do something regrettable, did you?" If she didn't know him better, she'd swear he was enjoying this.

"No! It's none of your business what I... what I _didn't_ do."

"I'm sorry, Major, I had no idea it was such a sensitive issue."

Kira glared at her friend, then returned her gaze to the raktigino, which had stopped steaming some minutes before. She began to sip at it, and her mind began wandering back again. She had been staring into her raktigino then, as well. But that was only because she was bored, and didn't have anything better to do. She had practically managed to hypnotise herself, gazing unblinkingly into the dark spirals. So when the door chime sounded she had jumped out of her skin, and spilt the hot liquid down her front. Swearing under her breath, she had pulled off her uniform tunic before the raktigino could seep through, and answered the door. Weyoun was standing there, with a bright smile on his face.

"What do you want?" She asked, turning away to stuff the tunic in with the rest of her laundry. Weyoun, taking her retreat from the door as an invitation, took a few steps into the room, keeping his hands behind his back. "Actually I came to apologize," he told her.

"Oh?" Kira asked, moving to face him. "What for?"

"I've been looking through the proposals you made last week..."

"You mean the ones that you rejected?"

"Well, as a matter of fact Gul Dukat rejected them, without consulting either Odo or myself. I thought your points on crowd-control were very insightful. I'll be sure to bring them up at the next meeting."

"That's very gracious of you, Weyoun." She looked pointedly at the door.

"And Odo asked me to give you this..." He removed the bottle from behind his back, and held it out with a hopeful smile. "He sends his apologies. He's been called down to Bajor. I'm not really sure why, but..."

"Thank you..." This time her tone sounded genuine.

"It's not your birthday, is it?"

Kira laughed softly, still looking down at the elegantly shaped Bajoran wine bottle. It was Eefeet, 2045. Her favourite. "No, it's a sort of private joke." She carried the wine into the lounge and set it down on the table, sitting down in front of it. Weyoun followed and perched on the sofa. "Before the Federation took over the station, Odo was chasing a man called Del Varner. He had been selling illegal drugs, and was a suspect in... well, in quite a lot of things. Two years after the Federation arrived, he caught him. And I bought him a present to celebrate. We've been taking it in turns to get each other presents ever since. Actually I'd forgotten all about it."

"He _is_ very passionate about his work."

"Odo? Yes, he certainly is." She got to her feet, and fetched a couple of glasses. Returning to the table, she uncorked the bottle, and poured.

"Oh, no, I couldn't..." Weyoun protested, as she offered him a glass.

"Just one. I haven't got anyone else to drink it with, have I?"

"Just one," Weyoun echoed, as he took it.

Of course, one had stretched into two, which had stretched into three, which had stretched into finishing the bottle. Kira had made some transparent excuse to join Weyoun on the sofa, and was edging closer, while the Vorta, who had been genetically designed to be an efficient servant to the founders under all circumstances and, as such, was immune to intoxicating products, was edging the other way. Kira grabbed the empty bottle, leaning unnecessarily close to Weyoun in the process, and peered hopefully down it's neck. Nothing materialised inside. She flopped back in disappointment. Then rolled her head to rest on Weyoun's shoulder.

"I tell you what, I'll go and get us another bottle."

"You don't have to do..." he broke off as Kira wrapped her arms around him, and nuzzled at his ear. "Maybe I'd better go," he finished, trying to untangle himself. Kira gripped tighter.

"No, don't go..."

Weyoun finally succeeded in removing the inebriated major, and headed hastily for the door. "No, I've got to get up early tomorrow, you know how it is. I had a lovely time, Major, thank you for the wine..." the door hissed closed behind him, leaving Kira alone.


"Major?" The voice dragged Kira back to the present. "If you really feel that bad, perhaps you should take something..."

"I already did. I'm as detoxicated as non-prescription medication can make me." Her brain sent another spike of pain across her eyes, and she lowered her head into her hands. "I'm so _stupid_..." she moaned, her voice muffled.

"What _did_ happen last night?" Odo asked.

Kira raised her head, and looked at her friend. "I... er... I'm not sure how to put this..." Odo remained silent. "Well, I asked Weyoun to have a glass with me."


"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing. Just assuring you that I'm listening."

"Hmm. Anyway, it turned out to be more than one glass, and I... well..." Odo sat back in his chair, carefully keeping his expression blank. "I... er... you know what I mean."

"I'm not sure that I do."

"Odo, nothing happened. He ran out like a scalded vole."


Kira glared at him. "I just don't know how I'm going to face him..." She dropped her voice to a whisper. "I'm supposed to be leading the resistance against the Dominion, and now the Dominion's ambassador knows that if he really needs to crush all opposition on this station all he has to do is send a bottle of Eefeet to my quarters, and I'll be all over him."

"Well, I think you may be overestimating your importance in the resistance movement."

"That's what I love about you, Odo, you can always make me feel wanted." Odo looked a little uncomfortable, and muttered something about not meaning any offence. "What the hell am I going to do..." Kira moaned, folding her head into her arms.


The door chimed. Kira swore, paused briefly to consider her situation, climbed out of her steaming bathtub, and threw on a towel. She stalked angrily to the door, and opened it. "This had better be qui..." the door slid open far enough to allow her a better view of her guest.

"I'm terribly sorry, major, I'll call back later..." Weyoun said, staring at the floor.

"What do you _want_?" Kira asked, her mind screaming in panic.

"Well, I came to apologise. Again." He gave a soft, musical chuckle. "I tend to forget that other species don't have the Vorta's... tolerance. I shouldn't have allowed you to..."

"_Allowed_ me? I do _not_ need your permission to drink _my_ wine, in _my_ quarters, Weyoun!" A pair of Cardassian soldiers traipsed past, taking a good, long look at the semi-clad major, and her somewhat flustered visitor. Kira grabbed Weyoun's arm and dragged him forward. "What the _hell_ are you looking at?" She yelled after the soldiers, who hurried away, giggling. She shut the door hastily and rounded on Weyoun, tucking her towel into a more secure configuration. "What were you saying?"

"Well, I feel responsible... a little responsible... for what happened last night, and..."

"You don't have to feel responsible for me. You may not have realised, but I _am_ capable of making my own decisions. And dealing with the consequences."

"Yes, I know..."

"And could you please stop staring at my feet? I'm up here." Weyoun flicked his eyes up to her face, making sure they spent as little time as possible between the two points.

"I also wanted to say that I won't consider our working relationship altered in any way. I appreciate that you were not... er, completely in control of..."

"I was _not_... Kira paused, and dragged in a deep breath. "Thanks for the reassurance. Just don't tell Dukat, and we'll consider the matter closed."

Weyoun gave an embarrassed smile. "Very well, Major." A thoughtful look passed across his face as he made eye contact with Kira for the first time since entering the room.

"What?" She asked, suspiciously.

"It's just that... it might have been nice."

Kira rolled her eyes in disgust. "Look, I have to put up with this crap from Dukat, I'm not having you lusting after me as well."

"I wouldn't go quite that far, and I..."

"What do you like about me?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Sit down. I've had a hideous day, which was not helped by the mother and father of all hangovers, and I could use a little flattery. And you owe me, allowing me to get drunk like that. So what do you like about me?"

Weyoun sat down, taking a chair this time. "Well, you have a great sense of personal honour and integrity..."

"Weyoun, I meant tell me I'm pretty."

He smiled, ruefully. "Have a little patience, Major. I was working up to it."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Carry on, then."

"You have... quite the longest legs I've ever seen. Big, soft eyes..."

"You like eyes, do you?"

"I like yours."

"Uh huh..." Kira was leaning forward, resting her chin in her hands, and allowing Weyoun quite a generous view down the front of her towel.

"And... would 'the figure of a spirit' be acceptable?"

"What do we mean by spirit?"

"It's a mythical being, usually represented as a beautiful young woman."

"I'd prefer 'figure of a founder'," she said, remembering Bashir once describing her as having the body of a goddess. Of course, he had been under the influence of a menopausal Betazoid at the time...

Weyoun laughed, softly. "Major, if you really did have the figure of a founder, I'd be..."

"On your knees before me?" Kira interrupted, a playful smile on her face. Part of her mind was screeching at her to shut up and get the hell out of there while she still could, but the majority was having the _most_ fun... The look of confusion, and then dawning realisation on Weyoun's sweet little face was the perfect icing on the cake.

"If you order it, founder." Weyoun replied softly, smiling at her.

Kira forced down the grin that was desperate to take over her face, and assumed an air of confident authority.

"Yes, I think you can consider that an order."

Weyoun got out of Kira's armchair, and moved to kneel down at her feet. She ran her hands over his thick, dark hair, trailing her fingers down to gently trace the contours of his face. He reached up, and captured one hand between his own. He raised it to his lips, and gently sucked at the tips of her fingers. "Now, did I tell you to do that?" Kira asked, sternly, moving her fingers to tickle his warm, soft tongue. Weyoun disengaged himself.

"No, founder. My most sincere apologies."

"No. I think we've gone beyond apologies, Weyoun. I think you need to be punished, don't you agree?"

"Oh, _yes_ founder. Thank you, founder."

"Good." Kira took a few steps backwards. "Strip."

"Yes, founder." Weyoun got to his feet, and began unfastening his heavy tunic.

"Then again," Kira began, thoughtfully, "maybe you'd better let me..." She stepped forward and gently slipped the garment from Weyoun's shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Beneath it he was wearing a tight-fitting, long-sleeved top. He quickly pulled this over his head, and it met the same fate as it's companion. Kira gently wrapped her arms around him and drew him up against her, enjoying the feel of his velvety smooth skin. The towel was rapidly coming unstuck, and she let it fall. The cool air against her damp skin made her shiver and brought her out in goose-bumps. She snuggled closer to him and brought her head forward for a kiss, reflecting that it was nice not to have to crane upwards for a change. Weyoun leaned forward, pressing his mouth against Kira's, feeling the firm solidity of her teeth behind her closed lips. He let her go and, breaking the kiss, quickly removed his boots and unfastened his trousers. Kira stood, hands on her naked hips, and watched as he balanced on one foot, trying to disengage himself from the left leg. She gently pushed his shoulder and giggled to herself as he collapsed to the floor.

"Major," he said, a little exasperation making it's way into his voice, "do you think you could..."

She knelt down and gently freed his foot. Throwing the trousers aside she ran her fingers over his instep, making him curl his toes and try to pull his foot away. Kira released her grip on his ankle and got up onto her hands and knees, 'walking' up to cover his body with hers. He lay back submissively and took advantage of the view. Kira hovered for a moment, watching him watch her. His startling pale lavender eyes were dilated, but his breathing was still slow and steady and he was showing no other signs of arousal. Reaching a decision, she sat back onto her heels and offered him her hands. He clasped them firmly and she pulled them both to their feet.

"Maybe we'd be more comfortable on the bed," she suggested. Then winced slightly at the cliched phrase. Weyoun only smiled sightly and nodded.

"You are most wise, founder."

Remembering how light he had felt when she had pulled him up, she suddenly bent and scooped him into her arms. Weyoun uttered a small squeak of surprise, and grabbed her shoulders. Kira kissed his forehead and carried him into her bedroom.

She gently laid him down onto the mattress. He held out his arms in mute appeal, and Kira slowly lowered herself down onto him. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. This time she parted her lips and allowed him to ease his tongue forward into her mouth. For a few minutes she let him run his tongue over the velvety-smooth lining of her mouth, then she brought her teeth down for a gentle nip. He pulled back, and she thrust her own tongue forward, twisting it with his. He gave a muffled moan and began rubbing his pelvis slowly back and forth against Kira's. She rubbed back, and freed one hand to stroke his hair again.

He ran his fingertips down the smooth bumps of her spine, marvelling at the alien configurations of her body. She had found the faint rises of flesh down his sides that mimicked the ridges on his ears and penis and was stroking them in turn, presumably thinking along the same lines. He brought a hand forward to carefully caress one breast. She leaned forward into his hand as he circled the nipple, his fingernails tickling the nub of flesh that was already puckered from the cold. He cupped a breast in either hand and gently squeezed them together, smiling as he remembered a dabo girl he had admired whose costume had forced her into a similar configuration.

Kira sat up, and he moved to follow her, but she pushed him back down, and took a seat just in front of his slowly swelling cock. He looked questioningly up at her, and she smiled down at him. "Why are you doing this, Weyoun?"

"Well, the usual reasons, I suppose." He gave her a hopeful smile.

"I'm serious. If you're just trying to get back at Dukat..."

"Major, by now I had hoped to have driven the good gul out of your mind. He had certainly left mine." Kira narrowed her eyes at him.

"I hope you weren't implying what I _think_ you were just then. I would hate for you to have some sort of...accident."

Weyoun laughed. "Why, Major! I had no idea that you were so proficient in Cardassian... techniques." Kira reached behind her, and gripped Weyoun's delicately textured penis. Hard.

"Take it back."

Weyoun was gasping. "Please, Major, I'm sorry..."

"Take it _back_."

Weyoun yelled in pain and gripped the blankets desperately. "I take it back, Major... _Nerys_... I didn't mean it like th..." Kira released him, and his tense frame slumped with relief. He slid his eyes tentatively upwards to meet hers, which were practically glowing with authority and excitement.

"Oh, Weyoun," she cooed, swooping down to bring her face only centimetres away from Weyoun's own. "Did somebody hurt you? Did someone hurt my poor, sweet baby?" Weyoun, uncertain how to respond to this alien attention, said nothing. "Never mind." Kira reached behind her again, but this time her touch was gentle. "I'll make it all better. Do you want me to make it better?"

Weyoun could recognize a rhetorical question when he heard one, and simply moaned with pleasure as Kira's soft, talented fingers made their way up and down the length of his stiff cock. He closed his eyes and tightened his grip on the blankets again, allowing himself to wallow luxuriantly in the sensations being provided. Kira, however, grabbed first one hand, then the other, pulling them upwards, never stopping in her attentions to Weyoun's eager and upright little cock.

Kira was enjoying herself immensely. After so _long_ being forced to watch in helpless frustration as the Dominion set about trying to annex their world, she was revelling in the chance to take control. And over the Dominion's ambassador, no less. She vaguely wished Odo was there, then realised that Odo, dear sweet inexperienced Odo, who would run out of the room at the barest hint of a mention of the S-word, would probably not appreciate the subtle victory she had won. In fact, he would probably misinterpret the situation entirely. She looked down at Weyoun. His large, mesmerizing eyes were closed again, and his skin was glistening with sweat. She rested her free hand on his slender chest, felt his heart thumping against her palm, and his body heaving as he dragged air into his lungs. She let her hand drop from his penis.

"No!" He cried, in a strange, bestial, even mournful voice that she had not heard before.

"It's okay," she soothed, a little breathless herself, as she climbed off him. He sat up, his eyes wide with indignation. He watched her as she lay down flat on her back beside him. "Well?" she asked after a brief pause, and Weyoun realised that he was being invited. He rolled on top of her, and looked down into her face. Then wriggled himself down her body, until he was face-to-face with an entirely different part of her anatomy. He was still painfully hard, but he was also still a diplomat. She had given him an excellent hand-job, and he should return the favour.

He gently ran the flat of his tongue along the length of her pussy. She raised one leg, and began rubbing her foot up and down his back a little awkwardly. He carefully eased the tip of his tongue forward, parting her, opening her. For a second her mind snapped back to Odo, and she pushed it away in surprise. He circled his tongue inside her, and she gasped. "Weyoun, I think you might want to try upwards a little..."

The Vorta followed her instructions and, after a little exploratory work, found her clitoris. Kira arched her spine, pushing her pelvis upwards, forcing Weyoun against her. She fastened her teeth into her lower lip, refusing to allow herself to lose control and shout out all the endearments and pleas that were struggling to pass her lips... Instead she moaned deep in her throat, and rocked her hips steadily back and forth as her body worked itself closer and closer...

Despite her best efforts, she screamed as she came. She lay flat, panting for breath and as Weyoun shuffled his way back upwards, she wondered what he meant by allowing her the pleasure that she had denied him. He kissed her urgently, letting her taste herself, and eased himself forward into her well-lubricated depths with rather more caution than was necessary. Still dazed from her shattering orgasm of seconds before, Kira only whimpered, and wrapped her arms around her Vorta lover, holding on tight.

Weyoun cried out with relief as he slipped gently inside her. Had he noticed, he probably would have been pleased by Kira's sudden submissiveness. However his attention was almost solely focused on his cock, which had protested against the delay most adamantly, and was now tingling and buzzing with newly-awakened sensation. Kira closed her eyes, and rolled her head purposelessly from side to side. They fit together perfectly, as if they had been created for this purpose. She raised her hips from the bed to meet Weyoun's thrusts, not content to lie passively back and allow him to take back control. To reinforce the point she unlocked her arms from around his neck, cupped a pale-skinned buttock in either hand, and pulled him forward until he was buried inside her as deeply as he could possibly be. They both cried out at the same time, and at almost the exact same pitch, although neither noticed that particular detail.

Their eyes locked. Kira smiled excitedly up at him and saw the smile mirrored on Weyoun's face. They rocked together, faster and faster, until Weyoun flung his head back, revealing a length of deliciously pale, vulnerable throat, which Kira barely had time to appreciate before her own climax claimed her. They came together, screamed together, then snuggled up together. Kira drew a blanket around them to protect her now sweat-damp skin from the gently circulating air. Weyoun fell quickly asleep, using her shoulder for a pillow. Kira remained awake for a while longer, watching him sleep. It was incredibly foolish, she reminded herself, to equate beauty with goodness, but the sleeping Vorta looked so innocent and helpless all she wanted to do was hold him and keep him safe... No wonder the founders used them for ambassadors. Still, she silently insisted, it didn't make the slightest bit of difference to her. In the morning Weyoun would leave, and they would both continue in their usual roles. If she was lucky she may be able to use this as a bargaining chip in the future, but she doubted Weyoun would let himself be swayed by such matters, especially not when he was acting in an official capacity. It didn't matter, though. She had spent a very pleasant evening with him, and had enjoyed herself immensely; and that was enough for now. She settled back carefully, so as not to disturb him, and closed her eyes.


In the living room, Kira's towel lay crumpled where it had fallen, beside the pile of Weyoun's clothes. Everything was still, until Kira stopped shuffling around to get comfortable and began to breathe deeply, evenly and slowly. Then the towel melted into a golden puddle, which spread itself flat for a few seconds, then reformed into Terok Nor's chief of security. Odo was relieved to finally be able to rid himself of that uncomfortable shape - of course it had it's advantages, when certain Vorta didn't show up and ruin things, that was - in which he had been forced to remain for the past few hours, his perception of the situation - and it wasn't really sight. After all, it wasn't the 'eyes' in his humanoid form that did the seeing. That had been one of the worst things about his short time as a solid, being forced to rely on binocular vision - severely limited by the awkward position and all the objects in the way. He stalked silently to the open doorway, and took a moment to glare at the happy couple as they lay nestled up together. He returned to the exit, melted, and flowed beneath it.


The Vorta had been genetically fashioned for more than intelligence and beauty. The founders appreciated that change and evolution were necessary parts of any culture's continuing survival, and they had carefully guided the development of the Vorta as a species with that purpose in mind. Back in the Gamma quadrant Vorta hybrids came close to outnumbering full-blooded Vorta. It made the integration of the various planets under the Dominion's control that much simpler, and occasionally produced some very useful results that simply wouldn't have been possible without hybridization. However, during these first stages of conquest in the Alpha quadrant, the interbreeding programme was not yet an issue. If Dominion forces continued with their established patterned of behaviour, the first half-Vorta would begin to appear ten years or so after the Dominion had gained control of the planet in question. Despite all this, in a small cavity within the body of Major Kira Nerys, two cells met, and joined...

"Ribbed for her pleasure... Ewww!" Garth Algar - Wayne's World.

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