Title: Mercy Fuck
Author: Sue M
Rating: NC17 for explicit m/f sex
Setting: 5th season?
Summary: for the Bajorarama J/J challenge and because I have a quiet night in.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek, DS9, and the characters. This
story was written for entertainment purposes only.
Copyright Sue M 2003.
Oh yes, the idea of the symbiote having an orgasm came from the fertile mind of
Paula Stiles, thank
you Paula for feeding my fevered imagination. Enjoy.
"Look, Julian. I don't want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love Worf,
at least, Jadzia
And you really should be looking for a nice young, okay, nice older man, to
spend your life with.
And if I'd met you as Curzon it might have been a different matter butů" She
was shedding clothes
all the time she spoke.
Julian Bashir, backed up against the bulkhead in his quarters, swallowed hard
as Jadzia Dax cornered
"I mean, the wedding is in less than two weeks, it's all prepared and I'm all
prepared to love,
honour and well, be with Worf for the rest of this life. Butů"
Oh boy, a rabid Trill in his room, Worf was going to kill him. "Now, Jadzia,"
think fast, bright
boy. "This is just wedding jitters." Some jitters, she had got down to her
underwear, and what on
earth did she mean by 'nice older man'?
Jadzia stalked him like an expert. She'd bedded dozens while posted to the
station, but she'd always
resisted the pretty doctor's advances, and indeed it had been several years
since he had given up
He was beautiful though, Jadzia had never denied that, and Dax had a crush on
intellect which went with the pretty shell. And in a couple of weeks it would
be too late. So,
fortified by a couple of Black Holes, she pounced.
"Oh!" Julian exclaimed as the expert lips closed on his throat. He was only
wearing a robe (it was
two hundred hours station time) and her hands, cold as ever ran across his
chest, pinching, teasing,
"No. No words, Julian." She breathed. "Not now. Just us."
So he bowed his head, they were the same height, and nuzzled her sweet smelling
hair, and forgot all
about clever words. Resistance was futile.
She slid her arms about him beneath the robe, he responded by gently unhooking
her bra and freeing
those magnificent breasts which had filled his fantasies for years. The
freckles grazed the sides of
her breasts before going further down her sides; he grazed her neck, kissing
down the line of pale
"Mmm." She seemed to like that so he cupped one breast in his hand and kissed
and tongued the other
one. She tangled her hands in his soft hair, she'd expected more of a fight
from him, but wasn't
going to look a gift horse in the mouth, particularly such a gifted mouth.
He gasped, in shock as much as arousal, when her cold hand closed round his
cock. "Jadzia!" he
sounded scandalised. She smirked; Julian needed an assertive hand. She
squeezed, not gently.
"Bedroom." It was a command, not a question.
"Oof!" He landed on his back on the bed, Jadzia straddled him. He ran his hands
up the freckles on
her legs, his fingers over her crotch, over the briefs she wore. She gasped,
the sensation through
the thin cloth, looking up at her, his eyes were filled with years of yearning.
He glowed. His hands
smoothed her thighs, ran between them, teasing, stroking her clitoris through
the fabric. The crotch
was getting wet as she responded to the caress. She responded by running her
hands across his chest,
teasing him as he had her, stroking his nipples in time to what he was doing
between her legs.
He pushed the sodden cloth to one side and slid two fingers into her, his thumb
on her clitoris.
Jadzia moaned and writhed into an orgasm. The fingers were insistent, up and
inwards, she was slick
and wet as the ocean and he still looked up at her, luminous copper eyes
drinking in the sight of
her. She could feel his erection against her buttocks but then he rammed into
her again and another
orgasm juddered through her. Oh yes, that was good. But it would be a shame to
waste such a nice
erection. She rose on her heels, his fingers slipped wetly from her, the
panties were in the way
now. Worf would have ripped them from her; Julian was way too much of a
gentleman. She kept eye
contact with him while she struggled out of them while trying to keep her
thrumming body in contact
with him as much as she could.
She reached beneath her and guided his cock into her wetness. This time they
gasped in unison. He
wasn't as big as Worf, nor as thick but as he thrust up into her, that didn't
matter, he was big
enough to hit the right spot, still throbbing from the workout his fingers had
given her. His slick
hand rested on her thigh as she arched her back and worked into a rhythm to
match his, the other
hand stroked her belly, stroked Dax through her abdomen. His breathing
quickened, a sheen of sweat
gilding the copper skin, and still his eyes drank in the sight of her. She
looked down at him with
lust filled blue eyes and rode him to another climax. But she couldn't keep his
gaze, he was too
open, too honest, the emotion she saw there too raw.
For her this was just a fuck, a last chance before committing herself to a life
of monogamy. But for
gentle, sensual Julian, it was a fantasy made flesh, she knew that, she had
counted on his inability
to say no, particularly to her.
Then he thrust hard into her and she forgot any misgivings in the rush of
sensation and he was
coming inside her, hot and hard pumping with his head thrown back on the bed
and those honest eyes
closed as he gave himself over to lust. She ran her cool hands over his
stomach, encouraging him
onwards as she would have done with a male joined Trill. She tightened her
pelvic muscles and he
groaned then Dax moved in her belly and she know he felt that too and he thrust
one last time and
Dax came too, sending waves of warmth through her and making her shudder with
He was panting hard as she slid off him.
"Oh, Jadzia. What have we done?"
"Shh," she hushed him, sliding up his body, still kissing and caressing. "I'm
still a single woman,
remember?" She touched his face, turned him towards her.
She kissed him on the mouth for the first time, for the last time and slipped
out of his bed, and
out of his life.