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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.



Star Trek/Star Trek - Deep Space 9: A Once And Future Love (FF,inter)
by Ann Douglas ([email protected])

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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