Just as Odo suspected, the entire greeting ceremonies went smoothly, without a hitch.

The ambassador was just as gracious as he'd expected, and the tour of the station he took them on, while boring to him, seemed to interest them a great deal. They lingered here and there, stopping at Quark's, where nearly all the bar's occupants suddenly seemed to find it very hot. Odo decided to move them along to the next stop; not trusting the Ferengi's temperature control system. He had read Deltan's preferred a cool climate. After they left, an extremely happy Quark was kept busy filling tankards and glasses with iced drinks, scratching persistently at his ears and pressing his crotch against the bar the entire time. The holosuites were booked solid within the hour, for the next several days.

At the replimat, the Deltan ambassador's presence didn't seem to make much of an impression, Odo noted, although there did seem to be an inordinate amount of overly affectionate couples. One particular couple he knew was so involved he was beginning to think he'd have to cite them for public lewdness but then they suddenly hurried off, presumably to their quarters, and he relaxed.

Then the Deltans went to the shops on the Promenade where their presence was largely ignored by the shopkeepers, to Odo's interest. For some reason, even the most avid purchase-minded shopkeepers were distracted and one even disappeared into his back room for so long Odo thought he might have actually forgotten he had customers. Thankfully, the Deltan's didn't seem to mind.

At Garak's shop, Odo learned that the Cardassian's relationship with Ziyal apparently was going beyond, or perhaps had already gone beyond mere friendship. The two couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other, even though he kept giving them looks of displeasure while the ambassador looked through the new selections of clothing.

He would have to tell Kira, he thought. Ziyal began to nibble on Garak's ear and played with his thigh. To his astonishment, the tailor giggled. He would tell her about this tonight, he decided.

After another few hours of this, the ambassador finally grew tired. They asked to be shown to their quarters and Odo complied.

In order to provide a faster security response, Odo had placed them on the crew quarters level. The only vacant room was opposite Kira's, but that was good, he decided. Now he could tell her about Garak and Ziyal after seeing the Ambassador's to their rooms.

They made their way to the Habitat Ring, through the corridors and finally he showed them in to the rooms. Unfortunately, the room replicator seemed to be malfunctioning. He contacted O'Brien, who promised to send a technician immediately. However both of the Deltans were thirsty. Odo frowned, then got an idea.

Kira was annoyed, working her way through the dozenth mind-puzzle game on a PADD that Jadzia had brought her to while away the time when she was sick. Problem was, she wasn't sick anymore, and the games were getting on her nerves. She just wished she could have gone back to duty, but Bashir had been adamant about her catching up on her rest.

Suddenly her door chimed and, almost relieved, she shouted, "Who's there?"

"Kira, it's Odo."

Smiling now at the thought of someone to *talk* to, she went to the door. It opened to reveal Odo, as well as two handsome looking humanoid aliens. They both smiled at her and she felt a wave of sudden warmth. Was it the flu coming back? _Shit!_

She sighed. "What is it, Odo?"

"Major, please let me introduce Ambassador Tarea and her mate, Jho'vell."

"Pleased to meet you both," she nodded, wondering why she found Odo's tone of voice so...smooth and suave today. Must have his VIP manners in place, she decided.

"They're housed across from you, however, their replicator is malfunctioning. A technician will fix it, but they're both thirsty. Might we trouble you for the use of yours for some drinks?"

Kira nodded, suddenly basted in a strange haze of...lust, at that incredibly silky, sexy voice of his. Had he always sounded like that? She'd have to tell him to talk that way more often, Kira thought, and not just when ambassadors came to the station. She ignored the couple as they went to the replicator and ordered their drinks. How had she never noticed his voice, and how he walked? His ass looked incredible under that ugly beige uniform. And such long, straight legs and trim hips. She wondered how it would feel to fit his hips between her own legs and smiled.

Odo didn't notice. He ensured the ambassadors got what they needed, then noticed her smiling at them, being diplomatic, he thought. They both thanked Kira and returned to their assigned room, leaving Odo and Kira behind. Odo sighed with immense relief. Duty over.

"There." He turned to Kira, found her looking at him in a funny way and hurried to explain to her in case she was upset at being disturbed. "I'm sorry, but they really were thirsty after the long walk through the station and their replicator wasn't working."

She nodded, smiled again, and he relaxed. Then she moved closer to him. Something about the way she moved, reminded him of Ziyal and he decided it was as good a time as any to tell her.

"Kira, there's something you should know."

"There's something you should know, too, Odo."

He nodded. "All right. But this pertains to Tora Ziyal."

"Mine pertains to that dark, sexy voice of yours."

"Oh, well, I--" Odo froze. What had she said? She couldn't have said that. "I beg your pardon?"

"Oh, keep talking," she whispered, now stepping right up to him. Her arms slipped around his neck. His eyes grew wide as she drew him closer to say, "And keep begging."

Before he could say anything else, she began kissing him smotheringly. He pulled back, confused, only to have her pull him back and kiss him some more. After a few moments, he decided it wasn't so bad. Then she pulled free of his lips, to murmur, "I never knew you sounded...tasted...so damn sexy, constable."

"I..."

"Oh, keep talking..." she kissed his chin, kissed his neck, heard him moan as she pulled back from him to rip her simple shift off and stand before him, naked. His eyes stared as she toyed with the fabric of his suit, one hand at his collar, the other at the juncture of his legs, until he let his outer form go and morphed into the naked semblance of a man, his pseudo- cock stiff in her hands. It seemed to be what she wanted.

"Like this?"

"Yes, just like that. And keep talking."

"I...I don't know what to say."

"Say yes." Kira kissed him again, then pulled him down hard, practically pitching him down on top of her. "Now. Say yes, Odo! NOW!"

He nodded, opened his mouth and made a sound. It wasn't yes, but it was satisfied Kira. She opened herself to him and he felt himself fall neatly between her spread thighs. He felt her fingers seize the hard rod he'd formed and move it toward her. He gave in to her need and sank deeply. The heat of it was incredible, and as Kira began undulating and moaning as her climax shuddered through her, he found himself coming, too, and joined her in crying out.

For whatever reason, she had finally chosen to mate with him. Joyfully, Odo allowed himself to feel his own pleasure, too. It wasn't quite the same as when he was human, but the movement was almost like being in water. Pure pleasure sifted through him, communicated to her, and soon both were a writhing heap of heated flesh...and liquid.

Even his loss of bodily control didn't phaze Kira, he noted with incredulous joy. She merely grabbed him, scooped at him and poured him over her like warm mud. He sighed, and rubbed and poured back over her.

As their joy peaked, they both heard a pleasured outcry from across the hall. Odo and Kira smiled at each other; apparently the Deltans were enjoying a lovemaking session, too.

They had their own to concern themselves with, they decided, turning to each other once more for another fevered coupling.

As they did, Kira wondered why she'd never realized just how sexy and fantastic a lover Odo was. Man had she missed out for a long time!

Odo wondered why the senior staff had been acting so ridiculous about the Deltans. He had found them very pleasant, lovely people. A bit boring, maybe, but still...better boring than disruptive. He turned to Kira then and decided it didn't matter. He smothered her nipple with his mouth, wiggled a bit more deeply inside her, smiling at her cry of pleasure.

"OH! How....how long until you need to regenerate, Odo?"

His voice wasn't very clear, thanks to the nipple in his mouth. "Mm...eleven hours."

"Good." Then Kira let her climax rock her...rock him.

Very good indeed, Odo thought, joining her again and for the rest of their sleepless night.

The End

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