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JADZIA

I was having a hard time deciding. Either this man frustrates the hell out of me, and I regret ever knowing him, or he makes me happy beyond belief and I can't get enough of him. I think it's a little of both. Things between us didn't start out to well, and, there were many times when I thought we'd made a mistake by choosing to be together. But, there were just as many times when I knew I'd made the right choice. There were times when Worf was being insanely jealous and distrustful, or when he was being pessimistic about me telling our friends about us.

Like the time I had lunch with Captain Boday. He and I went out on two dates three years ago, and Worf has a fit. I tried to explain to him that it was nothing, but, he insists that "It is not proper." I didn't let it stop me, I actually had dinner with him the next night just to aggravate Worf.

And while we were on Risa just last week, he insisted that I was impulsive, that I act without thinking. Okay, maybe I do like to leap before looking, but it's just because I like to have fun, a concept very foreign to Worf.

Oh, and speaking of Risa. He was unbelievably preposterous. Worf got upset because he assumed that I was cheating on him with one of Curzon's old friends. He decided to get back at me, by, get this, sabotaging the weather controls to prove that Risa was just an elaborate illusion. Don't ask me where his rationale was, I have no idea. I swear, if I wasn't so crazy about him, I would have left him right there.

I am crazy about him, though. He told me that I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, even more than burning plasma cloud. Yes, I know that doesn't sound so great, but, believe me, it's a lot coming from Worf. And when he found out that the Essentialists planned to do more than just disable Risa for a few days, he immediately stopped them. After we made up, we took a long, romantic skinny dip in the lagoon.

Worf genuinely cares about me, he just isn't very accustomed to having someone around. So, he's overprotective, and can get furiously jealous. But, after this incident, I'm confident that things are going to begin to smooth out for us. I have never put this much work into a relationship in my life, I must really care about this man.

WORF

Sometimes, I am an absolute fool. Looking back on my time on Risa with Jadzia, I realized that I almost lost the best thing that has happened to me in a long time, just because I am too insecure to believe that she actually cares about me. I have never been very trusting, and I allowed that to come between us.

Yet, somehow, she found it within herself to forgive me. She decided that I was worth a second, and maybe a third, chance. Jadzia was amazing, and unbelievably, she was mine. I made a vow to myself not to let petty insecurities come between us again.

After asking the computer, I found that she was at home. Good. I left ops and headed to the botany bay on level 39. Keiko O'Brien was there, she'd established the bay out of an old cargo hold after she returned from her sabbatical on Bajor.

"Worf, how are you?" she greeted me warmly, "What can I do for you?"

"I need flowers. A lot."

"Well, you came to the right place. For Jadzia?"

I nodded.

"And I take it you have no idea what kind."

"No."

She chuckled, "Follow me. I just finished cultivating a patch of Bajoran quadandrums. I think she'll like them," I watched Keiko as she cut and prepared the strikingly blue flowers, "There," she said, "And if she doesn't like them, she can complain to me."

"Thank you, Keiko."

Mrs. O'Brien smiled, "Anytime."

~~~~

It was quiet inside Jadzia's quarters. I set the flowers on the table, and called to her, "Jadzia?"

I heard her voice call from the bedroom, "One minute, Worf."

Moments later, she emerged, "Hi there.

"Hello," I said evenly.

Her gaze shifted to the blue bouquet on her table, "Are those for me?"

"Oh, um, yes, they are."

She sat at the table and examined them, "Quadandrums. They're beautiful."

"Keiko thought you'd like them."

She looked up at me, "You *can* sit down, you know."

I didn't. Instead, I slowly paced the room, finally stopping at the window. I stared out for a moment, not saying anything.

"Are you all right?" she asked skeptically.

"Yes..."

"That didn't sound too convincing," She slowly stood and approached me. Her long arms snaked around my waist, and she rested her head on my back, "What's going on?"

I let out a strained, shaky breath, "I do not wish to loose you, Jadzia."

"You said that already. Do you think you're going to?"

"I am not accustomed to things going well for me. It seems almost inevitable that something bad is going to happen."

Jadzia nuzzled her head into my back and she gave me an affectionate squeeze, "You know, Worf, if you keep telling yourself that you'll never be happy, you never will."

"I am not sure I know *how* to be happy."

I could feel her lips kiss my neck, "Then that's something we're going to have to work on, together."

I turned around to face her, and I grasped her hands in mine. My lips gently kissed each hand, "You are wonderful to me."

"That's because you're wonderful."

"There is something else I wanted to talk to you about..."

"What is it?"

I was hesitant, not exactly sure how to approach this, "I know that we should be honest with each other, about everything."

"Of course."

"This is not easy to say..."

"Well, what's it about?"

"Sex."

"Sex? There aren't any complaints are there?"

"No. Well... yes."

"Yes?!" she seemed offended, "The way you shout and growl, I was under the impression sex couldn't get any better between us."

My face reddened, "I, just, well, I was wondering I want to be sure that you are... satisfied."

"Have you heard *me* complaining?"

"No, but, it is not customary for Trill matings to be so... physical."

Jadzia went over to the couch, and took a seat, "I don't mind, you know. True, the contusions and cracked ribs can be a pain, no pun intended, but I understand. They are a part of your mating practices--"

I kneeled next to her, "But not yours. And, I am not the only one in this relationship. Though I do not fear pain, there are times when it is not necessary."

Dax laughed lightly, "You know what I think? I think you're getting tired of going to the infirmary every time we make love."

I paused, then answered, "Yes."

Her voice lowered and she spoke slowly, "Will more, subdued, sex be fulfilling for you? You *are* a Klingon."

"I hate to point out the obvious, Jadzia, but when you said Curzon spent more time with Klingons than I, you were correct. Yes, I have engaged in traditional Klingon mating, but I tend to prefer a simpler approach. I hope this does not cause you to think any less of me "

She cupped my face in her palm, "Of course not. I'm glad you came out and said it before we killed each other," Jadzia paused, letting her hand move down my chest, "I have an idea. Why don't we give our new way of making love a try?"

This woman was insatiable, "You have duty in a few hours," I reminded her.

Dax was unzipping my uniform, "Then we'll just have to make it quick."

I caught her hands, "We will wait until tonight, and then we won't have to rush."

"Worf," she whined, "How am I going to get through my shift? I need you *now*."

"Think of how much more you will want me *after* work."

Jadzia leaned over and planted her lips on mine. Her tongue teased the inside of my mouth, and I pulled her down onto the floor with me. As we kissed there on her floor, pulling each other close and letting our hands explore one another, I decided that we could test our methods before *and* after her duty shift.

~finis