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Subject: {ASSM} AnnD"A Once And Future Love" FF - Star Trek (1/1)
Date: Sun,  1 Sep 2002 04:10:07 -0400
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        A Once And Future Love
        by Ann Douglas
        (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes
of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted
by Paramount Pictures. This story is intended for the
non-commerical enjoyment of fans and should be considered
a parody . No copyright infringement is intended and no profit
will be made from the distribution of this story.

Written for the Femme Fuh-Q Fest

http://www.geocities.com/femme_fuhq_fest/


	Jadzia Dax, Science Officer of Deep Space Nine, walked
the halls of the Starship Enterprise.  Not the familiar Galaxy class
vessel commanded by Jean Luc Picard, but the original Constitution
class ship commanded by James T. Kirk.  A starship currently in
orbit around space station K-7.

	Less than twenty-four hours before, her own starship,
Defiant, had been hurled a hundred and five years back in time to
the mid twenty-third century.  An incident engineered by an
elderly Klingon in human form who had gained access to a Bajoran
Orb the Defiant had been transporting.  His goal, to return to the
scene of his greatest failure, K-7, and to revenge himself on the
cause of that failure, James Kirk.

	Jadzia and the crew of the Defiant had thwarted the
assassination attempt on Kirk, locating the bomb the Klingon had
planted and removing it from the station.  To do so, they had
needed to disguise themselves as Starfleet officers of this period
during their search.  Something the Trill hadn't minded at all.

	There was something to be said for the uniforms of this
Enterprise, Jadzia thought.  In some ways they were a definite
improvement over the unisex jumpsuits of her own era.  The tunic
she now wore, red for ships services, reached only to her thighs,
displaying both her long legs and the rest of her graceful form.
Even her hair, normally tied back in a functional braid, was now
woven into an elaborate, if old style twist.  No one was going to
mistake her for anything but a woman.

	Defiant, orbiting K-7 under a the protection of a cloaking
device, silently awaiting Jadzia's return in order to use the Orb to
make the return trip through time; a passage that had been
planned several hours before, but delayed by the discovery that
one of the modified tricorders they had used to search for the
explosive earlier had inadvertently been left on the Enterprise by
the search party.  Outwardly, it looked like any other tricorder of
the time, but within were components that wouldn't be designed
for decades to come.  As such, it couldn't be abandoned.

	Returning to the place the crewman had last remembered
having it, Jadzia was disappointed to find it wasn't there.  Silently
she stood in the side corridor, pondering her next action.


	"Lose something?"  a young man in an orange jumpsuit asked
after watching Jadzia looking in and below one of the connecting
Jeffries tubes.

	"Actually I did,"  Jadzia said with a disarming smile, thinking
if the crewman worked in this area he might have seen what she
was searching for.  "It's a little embarrassing really.  I was
working here earlier today and I left in such a hurry that I forgot
my tricorder."

	"A Mark IV?"  the crewman asked.

	"Yes it was,"  the dark haired woman said hopefully.

	"I found it when I came on duty."  he said.

	"That's great,"  Jadzia beamed, thinking that her task had
just been made simple.  "Could I have it please?"

	"If I still had it, I'd be glad to give it to you,"  he replied
apologetically.  "But when I couldn't find an ID number on it, I
turned it in to ship's stores.

	"Ship's stores,"  the woman in red asked,  "where is that?"

	"You don't know where ship's stores is?"  he asked, now
looking at the unknown officer in front of him with a more
suspicious eye.

	"I've only been onboard a few days,"  Jadzia quickly offered.
"I transferred off the Concord and I haven't really learned my way
around the Enterprise yet.  This is a really big ship."  she added,
remembering the name of a lesser class ship of this period.

	"Yeah, it does take some time to get use to it,"  he replied,
his doubt now allayed.  "It's down on deck twelve, I can show you
the way if you like."

	"I think I can manage,"  Jadzia said, thanking him for his
help and heading for the nearest turbolift.

			-=-=-=-

	Jadzia found ship's stores easily enough, and the Lieutenant
acting as Quartermaster was more than cooperative.  He
confirmed that yes indeed,  the tricorder she had been searching
for had been turned in a few hours earlier.  Unfortunately, it had
also been signed out to someone else during the interim.

	"No problem,"  the Quartermaster said.  "We'll just get you
a new one."

	"Actually, I need to find that one,"  Jadzia said,  "I hadn't
downloaded the results of some tests from it yet.  Could you tell
me who signed it out."

	The Quartermaster took a moment to refer to some
information on his computer screen, then turned back to Jadzia.
"That was signed out by Lieutenant Uhura,"  he said.  "Would you
like me to contact her and get the unit back for you?"

	"No, that won't be necessary,"  Jadzia said with her best
smile.  "Thank you for your help."

	"My pleasure,"  he said, watching Jadzia turn and walk down
the corridor.

			-=-=-=-

	That the tricorder had been given to someone else was a
problem, that it had been given to the Head of Communications was
a bigger one.  One that Jadzia didn't want to exasperate by going
through channels to get it back.  Eventually someone was going to
look past her smile and this tight uniform and ask who she was.
The "I'm new here" defense really wasn't going to hold much water
with someone who would've seen every transfer order that had
been made recently, as Uhura certainly would have.

	From historical records, Jadzia knew that the Enterprise
would leave K-7 in six hours.  She had only that long to recover the
tricorder.  Slipping into an empty room, she used one of the
computer terminals to locate the Communications Chief.  According
to the duty roster, she would still be on duty for the next half
hour.  Knowing where Uhura was going to be would give her the
opportunity to search her cabin for the tricorder.

	Gaining access to Uhura's private quarters proved to be
easier said than done.  Jadzia had assumed that with eight
lifetimes of experience, it would be child's play to override any
security setting on the door.  What she had failed to consider was
that the normal Starfleet protocols had been augmented by the
ship's Science Officer.  When it came to his skill with a computer,
Spock of Vulcan had few equals even in her own time.

	"Time for plan B,"  Jadzia said to herself as she checked her
chronometer.  "The only way I'm going to get into that room is if
Uhura lets me in herself."

			-=-=-=-

	Grabbing a turbolift back to the bridge, Jadzia managed to
get there just before Beta shift replaced Alpha.  To cover her
appearance, she moved to the unoccupied environmental console
and pretended to check some readings on the main screen against
those on the tricorder in her hand.  At the last minute, she had
taken the Quartermaster up on his offer of a new unit, if only to
have one to switch with the one in Uhura's quarters.

	Out of the corner of her eye, Jadzia could see the object of
her quest.  Just about every member of the Command Crew of the
Enterprise was a legend in her own time, both for what they had
already accomplished and for what they would do in the years to
come.  In this, Nyota Uhura was no exception.  Still, as she turned
her head to get a good look at the Communications Officer, the
Trill from the future had only one thought - the dark skinned
officer had to be one of the most beautiful women she had ever
seen in any of her lives..

	Earlier in the mission, Jadzia had mentioned to Ben Sisko,
the Commander of DS9, that one of her earlier hosts had known
the Enterprise's Chief Medical Officer when he had been younger.
What she hadn't mentioned, was that Leonard McCoy wasn't the
only member of the 23rd Century crew that one of her hosts had
interacted with.  Years from now, or years ago from Jadzia's
perspective, Curzon Dax would have a brief affair on a diplomatic
missions with a Starfleet Admiral.  The Admiral was the same
woman that now sat only a few feet away from Jadzia.

	When Dax, in an earlier incarnation, had known Uhura, she
had been well into her sixth decade and still a woman of classic
beauty.  Seeing her in her prime was enough to produce a much
different sort of admiration in Jadzia than the hero worship she
had first felt.  An appreciation that, fueled by her shared memory
of the time Curzon had spent with her,  so captivated the Trill's
attention that she almost didn't notice the Lieutenant rise from
her chair and head for the turbolift.  Just before the lift doors
closed, Jadzia dashed inside.

	The woman from the future's heart skipped a beat when the
dark skinned Lieutenant smiled at her.  Their eyes met for a
moment, lingering for a brief span before Uhura's gaze
dropped to take in the rest of Dax's body.  Jadzia didn't need
multiple lifetimes of experience to know that the woman of this
past age liked what she saw.

	"Are you new to the Enterprise, Lieutenant?"  Uhura asked,
her smile growing even brighter.  "I don't think I've seen you
before."

	"Jadzia Dax, I'm assigned to the station,"  Jadzia replied,
giving her new cover story as she returned Uhura's smile.  "I'm an
environmental control specialist and was doing some research while
the Enterprise was in orbit.  I just had to take some final readings
on the bridge to finish up my report."

	"I hope it all turned out well,"  Uhura said, trying to
establish a dialogue with this woman who strangely attracted her.

	"Oh I'd have to say things worked out as good as I could've
hoped for,"  Jadzia answered, feeling a flush as she felt Uhura's
eyes on her.   "Just a minor loose end to wrap up."

	"I'm glad to hear that,"  came the dark haired woman's
response.

	The turbolift came to a stop as the doors opened on the
deck where the officer's galley was located.  The Communications
Officer started to step out, then paused.

	"Jadzia,  I just went off duty myself and was thinking of
having a bite to eat,"  she said.  "If you're not in a rush to head
back to K-7, I was wondering if you'd like to join me.  It's not that
often that I get the chance to chat with someone new."

	The excuse for the invitation was rather flimsy, especially in
light of the fact that Uhura was just coming off shore leave.  Still,
it was good enough to leave the visiting officer a wide latitude if
she wasn't interested.  Even if it wasn't necessary for Jadzia to
find a way into her quarters, she definitely would've found herself
interested.

	"I'd like that,"  Dax responded, putting a hint of the
possibility of something more than an early dinner in her reply.

	Jadzia had a definite advantage over Uhura in that she knew
a lot more about her than she could imagine.  The elder version of
the Enterprise Officer had spend more than a few night sharing
tales of her life with Curzon.  The sexual aggressiveness that had
drawn her to the diplomat had its origins when she was younger.
While she did have several long-term relationships with a few
select shipmates, the younger Uhura also sometimes had a strong
disposition toward brief encounters with strangers as well.  With
the rigors of Starfleet life, it was a predilection  she shared with
many of her fellows.

			-=-=-=-

	The officer's galley was sparsely populated at this time of
the day, allowing Uhura to select a table in the far corner that
afforded them some privacy.  Over the best the food synthesizers
had to offer, each shared with the other the story of their life.
Or in Jadzia's case, the life she was creating as she went along.
The bulk of which she copied from the host her Dax symbiont
occupied in this era.

	After they had eaten, Uhura casually slid her hand across
the table and brushed it against Jadzia's.  The Trill reacted to the
soft touch with an inviting smile and moved her own hand on top of
Uhura's, gently stroking the palm of it with her fingers.

	"We still have a couple of hours before the Enterprise
leaves K-7,"  Uhura suggested.  "I could come back to the station
for a while if you like."

	"I'd love that,"  Jadzia said, still holding Uhura's hand,  "but
I'm sharing a room and it's not likely to be available right now."

	"Well I guess it'll have to be my quarters then,"  Nyota said,
remembering all too well the days when she had to share quarters
and the difficulties that posed when she wanted to have a guest.

	"That would be great,"  Jadzia replied, thinking that
sometimes things did indeed work out.

			-=-=-=-

	Uhura's quarters were what Jadzia expected for an officer
of her rank on a Constitution class vessel.  It was small, almost
cramped by the standards of her time, but even Captain Kirk would
have a cabin that wasn't much larger.  Scattered around the room
were a number of personal items that reflected the occupant's
personality.  These included a few small items that Jadzia
recognized.  They were keepsakes that the Admiral would still
cherish years later and would take with her when she traveled.

	"Would you like a drink,"  Nyota asked as she opened one of
the cabinets and removed a small decanter.  "I have some Saurian
brandy that I save for special occasions."

	"Real Saurian brandy?"  Jadzia asked.

	"Is there anyone other kind?" the Enterprise officer asked
in turn, thinking her guest's question strange.

	Not wanting to try and explain synthehol, Jadzia instead
said she'd love some.  It had been years since she'd had the real
thing.

	"Oh that's good,"  Jadzia said as she lowered her now empty
glass, thinking that her own time might be more advanced, some
would even say more civilized, but that there was a lot to be said
for this more primitive time as well.

	"I'm going to put on some music,"  the gracious hostess said
as she brushed her hand across the computer access terminal.  "Do
you have any preference?"

	"How about Sorvan's Sonnet?"  Jadzia suggested.

	"That's my favorite piece of music,"  a surprised Uhura said.
"I'm surprised that you even know it.  It's very obscure."

	"It's always been one of my favorites too,"  Jadzia smiled.
"A dear friend introduced me to it a long time ago."

	Both women stood silent for a few moments as the soft
sounds filled the room.  Gently swaying to the music, Uhura closed
the distance between the two of them.

	"Another?"  Uhura asked as she refilled her own glass from
the decanter still in her hand.

	"Please,"  Jadzia said as she held out her own.

	This time she only drained half the glass as Nyota moved
even closer.  Laying her glass on the adjacent console, the
Communications Officer gently took Jadzia's from her hand and
placed it next to it.

	Still moving to the music, Nyota took Jadzia in her arms and
together they began to dance.  Moving slowly across the room, the
warmth of their bodies could be felt through their uniforms as
they pressed against each other.

	"It's a pity that we didn't run into each other at the
beginning of shore leave,"  Nyota said in a soft voice as she
brought her lips close to Jadzia's,  "we would've had so much more
time."

	"I guess we just have to make the most of the time we have
then,"  Jadzia replied as she moved her lips closer as well.

	Nyota's lips brushed softly against Jadzia's, making the
briefest of contact.  Then Jadzia repeated the action, taking just
a little longer before pulling away.  The third time was the charm
as they satisfied the curiosity that had filled their thoughts from
the moment they saw each other in the turbolift.

	Jadzia felt her heart race as Nyota reached deep into her
mouth with her tongue.  Few times in her eight lives had she felt
such a feeling of excitement.  A sensation that more than doubled
as she pressed forward with her own tongue to meet Uhura's.

	Back and forth, alternating between each other's mouth
they moved, exploring all the soft reaches within.  At the same
time, their hands probed the recesses of their bodies, until there
was no part not intimately familiar to the other.

	"I'm not sure what it is,"  Nyota said between kisses,  "but
there's something about you that I just can't describe.  I just
know that I've felt drawn to you from the moment I saw you."

	"I feel the same way,"  Jadzia admitted, surprising herself
with just how much truth was in that statement.

	Jadzia felt her form fitting uniform growing loose as
Uhura's agile fingers undid the restraints that held it together.
Reaching behind the ebony beauty, she began to work on those of
her dress as well.  It quickly became a race to see which of them
would complete their task first.

	Almost simultaneously, their matching uniforms fell to the
floor and they had to release each other to step out of them.  Also
to take off the high black boots that each wore.  The design of the
dress included built in bras so all they had left were a pair a
panties.  Thin layers of cloth that soon littered the floor as well.

	Jadzia and Nyota allowed themselves a few moments to take
in the bodies they had only been able to imagine before.  The
Enterprise Officer had smooth, dark skin that provided a nice
contrast to that of the visitor from the Defiant.  Watching
Uhura's eyes, Jadzia thanked her foresight in using the medical
camouflage laser to hide all of her tell tale spots, and not just
those that were visible outside of her uniform.

	Jadzia gave a silent sigh of appreciation as well as she
compared their forms, noting the wonderful contrasts between
them as.  Uhura had the larger breasts, almost twice the size of
Jadzia's.  Her dark brown nipples was also double Dax's, both in
size and length.

	A final contrast was the hair that covered Jadzia's
womanhood.  Simply put, there was nothing to compare it to
because unlike the thickly matted bush between Uhura's legs, the
same area between the light skinned woman was as bare as a
newborn's.

	Filled with a longing for the other and all too aware of how
short a time they actually had, the two women moved closer, their
lips quickly returning to the interplay they had interrupted.  This
time the fires that began to burn in each of them went unchecked
as their hands sought out their most intimate places.

	At first, it was hard to tell which of them was the more
aggressive in their explorations. Then Jadzia took an upper hand,
or more precisely, a lower hand as she slid her fingers between
Uhura's legs.  The Communications Officer let out a long moan as
she felt the Trill's touch deep inside of her.

	Even as her fingers stretched deep inside of Nyota, Jadzia
turned her attention to the dark brown globes in front of her.  It
was impossible to resist such an appetizing treat and as her lips
closed around one of the thick nipples, her tongue was already
covering it with her desire.

	Uhura loved an aggressive lover and reacted to the wet
embrace by grabbing the back of the brunette's head and pulling it
even tighter against her breasts.  Her other hand was occupied as
well as she reached down and behind Jadzia to play with the soft
flesh of her ass.  Dark fingers continued onward, up between the
Science Officer's legs to make their way to her pussy from the
back way.

	"Oh yes,"  Jadzia sighed as she felt herself being
penetrated.

	Jadzia had just finished giving Uhura's other mound the
same attention she had given the first when they switched
positions and Nyota moved her mouth to the smaller globes.  The
effect was identical to the one she herself had just experienced as
her tongue played with the bright pink tips.  The Science Officer
closed her eyes for a few seconds to just enjoy the twin sensations
filling her body.

	Then they changed positions a second time, continuing to
caress each other's bodies with their hands and mouths.  Breaths
became shorter, and words more difficult.  Not that many where
needed from this point on.  The passion that burned in each of
their hearts was something that both of them understood and
need not be communicated.

	After a few more minutes, they made their way to Uhura's
bed and Jadzia again took charge, climbing on top of the woman
spread out on the blue sheet.  Their breasts pressed together,
their nipples brushing against the other and sending sparks of
erotic excitement across their flesh.  A touch that while highly
stimulating, almost paled beside that each felt between their legs
as their pubic mounds rubbed together as well.

	Jadzia returned her attention to Uhura's large mounds,
covering them with hard kisses and gentle licks.  Her hand cupped
the underside of each, massaging the supple flesh.  Nyota spurred
her on with soft moans, using her own hands to demonstrate her
desire to share the pleasures she was feeling.

	Even as Jadzia began to slowly move her tongue down
Uhura's now sweaty flesh, the Trill brought both hands down to
the dark patch of hair below.  Her memory of future events now
gave her an advantage once more as she simultaneously slid two
fingers on each hand into Nyota's vagina and anal cavities.
Curzon's memories reminded her how much Admiral Uhura loved
when a lover touched her in that way.  From the reaction Jadzia
got now, it was pretty clear that Lieutenant Uhura shared the
passion.

	The press of Jadzia's fingers were soon joined by that of
her mouth and tongue as she buried her head deep between
Uhura's thighs.  The sweet taste of Nyota's womanhood was both
new and familiar as she explored the inner reaches of her being.
An exploration that brought the senior Lieutenant to the edge of
bliss in short order.

	It was a precipice Jadzia brought her to, only to pull her
back at the last moment.  She paused just long enough to let the
tremors that had been building within Uhura subside and then
started anew.

	This time, Uhura was not content to just lay back and enjoy
herself as a passive participant.  She shifted her body beneath
Jadzia, rotating it a hundred and eighty degrees, until she too had
her head between her guest's legs.  As soon as she was in position,
her tongue reached out to sample the delights of the bare mound
before her.

	With sure, deft strokes, Nyota proved in no time that she
was just as capable as Jadzia in bringing a lover to the heights of
ecstasy.  Her movements soon became a blur as she probed,
tickled, and caressed the Trill's excited clit.  Each touch added to
the fires that now blazed within the woman pressed against her,
their bodies interlocked in every way possible.

	Jadzia matched Uhura's every thrust, drawing on multiple
lifetimes of sexual skills.  Their feel for the other's responses
were so finely tuned that if one of them drew ahead on the road to
orgasm, the other would reduce their efforts just enough to even
them out.  If they timed it right, they would reach the promised
land together.

	A journey that seemed wondrously endless as their
intertwined forms quaked with a series of mini-shocks that grew in
intensity with each heartbeat.  A heartbeat they shared as they
became one in both their movements and desires.  Time stood still
as they lost themselves of the valleys of delight, savoring the
sweet nectars found there.  Deeper and deeper each woman
surged, searching for more of a precious honey and an even more
precious serenity.

	All journeys, no matter how enjoyable, end.  This one was no
exception.  Only a few breaths separated their orgasms, a span so
short as to make them appear as one.  Experience had told both
that their lover's climax was upon her and each responded by
gripping the other even tighter and putting every last vestige of
their strength into a last effort.

	Joyful abandonment filled the two women as they
surrendered totally to the exotic forces that assailed their
quaking bodies.  Sensations familiar and new filled them, warming
their core and transporting them, if only for the briefest of
moments, to the most perfect of existences.

			-=-=-=-

	"That, was everything I imagined it could be ... and more,"
Uhura said long minutes later as she finally regained enough of her
breath to once again speak.

	"You're not going to get any argument from me there,"
Jadzia smilingly agreed as she sat up and looked down at her
sweat-drenched body.  "I think I'm going to need to clean up a
little before I head back to the station."

	"The shower is that way,"  Nyota said as she pointed in the
right direction.  "Need someone to wash the hard places?"  she
asked, the suggestion of more adventures in her voice.

	"As much as I'd like that,"  Jadzia said with genuine regret
as she rose to her feet.  "I'm afraid that we don't have enough
time."

	"I guess you're right,"  the naked woman still on the bed
said, sharing the disappointment.

	A few minutes later, a refreshed Dax reemerged from the
other room and began putting her clothes back on.  She would've
preferred a long, leisurely water shower but had to settle for a
brief sonic version.  Uhura was sitting on the edge of the bed, still
having made no effort to recover her clothes.  Doubtlessly she was
planning to take her time cleaning up after Jadzia left.

	"Do you think our paths will ever cross again?"  Nyota said as
Jadzia finished putting her uniform back on and reached for her
boots.  There was a measurable level of hopefulness in her tone as
she asked.

	Taking a moment to pull on her boots, Jadzia considered her
response.  Even with the size of Starfleet in this time, it was
possible never to encounter the same person twice during a career.
The section of the galaxy Starfleet served was a very big place
and getting larger all the time.

	"You know,"  Jadzia said as she stepped over to the bed and
Nyota rose to meet her,  "I think I can practically guarantee it."
she smiled, adding in a lower voice, "At least in a way."

	The Enterprise Office didn't hear the last comment, she
was too absorbed in the deep warmth of Jadzia's smile.

	They embraced and kissed one last time, sharing again the
nectar of their lovemaking.  It was something both would savor for
a very long time.

	"I guess I'd better get going,"  Jadzia said reluctantly.

	"I guess so,"  Nyota said in the same tone.

	Jadzia started heading for the door, then paused as she
remembered something.

	"I almost forgot my tricorder,"  she said, finding it funny
that she genuinely had forgotten all about it.

	Blocking Uhura's view for a moment, least she notice which
tricorder her recent lover actually picked up, Jadzia swung the
black carry strap over her shoulder.

	"Until our next time,"  Nyota smiled just before Jadzia
stepped into the range of the computer-controlled door.

	"Until then,"  Jadzia returned the smile as the door opened
and then closed behind her.

	The Trill quickly located a deserted corridor and used her
modified communicator to call for retrieval.  The familiar voice of
Kira Nerys, comrade, friend, and sometimes lover, brought Jadzia
back to the reality that she knew was waiting for her decades in
the future.  As she waited another few minutes for the opening in
the Enterprise's shields that the Defiant needed to beam her
back, Jadzia allowed herself the time to envy the woman she had
just left behind.

	"Her next time,"  Jadzia thought with no small regret,  "was
still in the future.  Mine, regrettably, exists only in my memories."

	With that, the Defiant's transporter caught up to her and
Jadzia Dax left the 23rd Century behind.

END

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