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Fandom: Deep Space Nine (general series)
Title: Different
Characters: Odo/Kira
Rating: PG
Prompt: #22, Libido
Word Count: 1009
Spoilers: "His Way"
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: DS9 and its characters don't belong to me.
A/N: Odo and Kira are one of the few canonical het pairings I love - it's about time I wrote them!
With Odo, everything was different.
Usually, one look was enough for Nerys to say if she found someone attractive or not. Sometimes there were other factors, smell, taste, bad habits, that could make an otherwise attractive person unattractive, but she couldn't help it, if she didn't find someone attractive on first sight, it hardly ever changed after that.
Odo wasn't unattractive, just... she had known him for years without ever thinking of him in terms of sexual attraction. Odo was like a family member, or a child. She didn't even consider it.
And now she couldn't tell why. His voice, the light in his eyes whenever he looked at her, the deliberateness in every of his motions.
Perhaps it was because he was a changeling. His form was assumed, like a piece of clothing, at best an expression of his self, but the true Odo was beneath the mask and beautiful in all forms. Odo with his guard down was more naked than any human could ever be and to be trusted with that...
It was easy to hurt him, and Nerys had never been with anyone she could hurt that easily. Sometimes it scared her a little, that Odo made love to her with that look of complete reverence, that feeling no one should have for anyone but the prophets.
Odo was different. She had known him so long, and yet he still managed to surprise her all the time with his quaintness and his strange innocence about perfectly normal things. Loving Odo was like being in love the first time - like being in love the first time should have been, had she been more innocent, in a more innocent time.
Odo was a good lover, unselfish and surprisingly confident, although when asked he admitted that he had only ever been with one woman - and the Changeling.
"That's quite an amazing talent you have there," Nerys teased him lazily when she found out, after the third time they made love to each other.
"I practised," he admitted, playful but guarded, because even around her he was never quite comfortable with talking about his changeling nature.
Had he any idea how odd that sounded? "You practised."
"I practise all my shapes," he said, so earnest and simple that she couldn't laugh. Instead she held him close to her with enough pressure to make a normal person uncomfortable and pressed her cheek against his warm chest to hide the need on her face.
He stroked her hair and after a while Nerys raised her head to kiss him under his chin and felt a soft hum of pleasure vibrate against her lips. Odo's fingers left her hair, slid down her neck and over her shoulders, gentle and worshipful, trembling ever so slightly.
"Tell me," she whispered. "What do you like?"
For there was need in his face that he couldn't hide by closing his eyes and she wanted to see him lose that last shred of tension.
"I..." Odo's voice broke into a gravelly whisper.
She kissed the frown on his forehead. "Odo. Tell me. Anything you want."
He opened his eyes in a silent plea. "I can't."
She dropped her head on his shoulder. So much tension. "You can tell me."
"Everything you do is wonderful, Nerys." But he was evasive now.
"That's good. But is there something else you'd like to do?"
He sighed. She knew that sigh, it usually came right before he said something he was afraid would make her angry or hurt.
"Odo."
"I want to be close to you. I want to know everything about you and I want you to know everything about me... I want us to be one, to share..."
Oh. Nerys propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at him. He looked so sorry, as if it was something he couldn't give her instead of the other way round.
"You want us to link. Like you did with the changeling."
He stilled completely. "Yes."
"I guess this - we - can't really compare with that." She let herself fall back onto the cushions next to him and stared at the ceiling, frustration curling around her heart. The one thing he needed and she would never be able to give it to him.
"Nerys..."
"No, I understand. When... when humanoids are in love we feel like that too. It's something we can never have, to be one with the person we love, but your people can. I just can't give it to you." Because they were different. Incompatible.
And she would lose him, one day, because of this. She knew she would. He could give her everything she needed, like no one else before, but she couldn't give anything back.
"Neither can they."
He sat up beside her and looked down at her, that burning love back in his eyes, that reverence, that need. "The changelings can't give me what I want, Nerys. I thought the could, before I knew them, but I don't love them. I love you. It is you I want to link with, even if I can't."
"Really?"
"Yes. When I linked with the female changeling, it was a wonderful experience because it is what my people are meant to do. It's our most basic instinct, to be one, to be a part of a larger sum - but the more I saw of her, the less I wanted to be one with her. The more I know you, the more I want to be with you. I'd rather be close to you than one with her."
"Odo." Her eyes burned, but it was okay for him to see, because his did too, they shared this pain and this joy, they knew each other without being one. Nerys smiled and let herself be cradled in his arms. It hurt and it was the best thing in the world and the only thing she wanted was more of this.
"I didn't know humanoids also felt this way," he whispered.
Different, but in the end, just the same.
"All the time, Odo. All the time."
Title: Different
Characters: Odo/Kira
Rating: PG
Prompt: #22, Libido
Word Count: 1009
Spoilers: "His Way"
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: DS9 and its characters don't belong to me.
A/N: Odo and Kira are one of the few canonical het pairings I love - it's about time I wrote them!
With Odo, everything was different.
Usually, one look was enough for Nerys to say if she found someone attractive or not. Sometimes there were other factors, smell, taste, bad habits, that could make an otherwise attractive person unattractive, but she couldn't help it, if she didn't find someone attractive on first sight, it hardly ever changed after that.
Odo wasn't unattractive, just... she had known him for years without ever thinking of him in terms of sexual attraction. Odo was like a family member, or a child. She didn't even consider it.
And now she couldn't tell why. His voice, the light in his eyes whenever he looked at her, the deliberateness in every of his motions.
Perhaps it was because he was a changeling. His form was assumed, like a piece of clothing, at best an expression of his self, but the true Odo was beneath the mask and beautiful in all forms. Odo with his guard down was more naked than any human could ever be and to be trusted with that...
It was easy to hurt him, and Nerys had never been with anyone she could hurt that easily. Sometimes it scared her a little, that Odo made love to her with that look of complete reverence, that feeling no one should have for anyone but the prophets.
Odo was different. She had known him so long, and yet he still managed to surprise her all the time with his quaintness and his strange innocence about perfectly normal things. Loving Odo was like being in love the first time - like being in love the first time should have been, had she been more innocent, in a more innocent time.
Odo was a good lover, unselfish and surprisingly confident, although when asked he admitted that he had only ever been with one woman - and the Changeling.
"That's quite an amazing talent you have there," Nerys teased him lazily when she found out, after the third time they made love to each other.
"I practised," he admitted, playful but guarded, because even around her he was never quite comfortable with talking about his changeling nature.
Had he any idea how odd that sounded? "You practised."
"I practise all my shapes," he said, so earnest and simple that she couldn't laugh. Instead she held him close to her with enough pressure to make a normal person uncomfortable and pressed her cheek against his warm chest to hide the need on her face.
He stroked her hair and after a while Nerys raised her head to kiss him under his chin and felt a soft hum of pleasure vibrate against her lips. Odo's fingers left her hair, slid down her neck and over her shoulders, gentle and worshipful, trembling ever so slightly.
"Tell me," she whispered. "What do you like?"
For there was need in his face that he couldn't hide by closing his eyes and she wanted to see him lose that last shred of tension.
"I..." Odo's voice broke into a gravelly whisper.
She kissed the frown on his forehead. "Odo. Tell me. Anything you want."
He opened his eyes in a silent plea. "I can't."
She dropped her head on his shoulder. So much tension. "You can tell me."
"Everything you do is wonderful, Nerys." But he was evasive now.
"That's good. But is there something else you'd like to do?"
He sighed. She knew that sigh, it usually came right before he said something he was afraid would make her angry or hurt.
"Odo."
"I want to be close to you. I want to know everything about you and I want you to know everything about me... I want us to be one, to share..."
Oh. Nerys propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at him. He looked so sorry, as if it was something he couldn't give her instead of the other way round.
"You want us to link. Like you did with the changeling."
He stilled completely. "Yes."
"I guess this - we - can't really compare with that." She let herself fall back onto the cushions next to him and stared at the ceiling, frustration curling around her heart. The one thing he needed and she would never be able to give it to him.
"Nerys..."
"No, I understand. When... when humanoids are in love we feel like that too. It's something we can never have, to be one with the person we love, but your people can. I just can't give it to you." Because they were different. Incompatible.
And she would lose him, one day, because of this. She knew she would. He could give her everything she needed, like no one else before, but she couldn't give anything back.
"Neither can they."
He sat up beside her and looked down at her, that burning love back in his eyes, that reverence, that need. "The changelings can't give me what I want, Nerys. I thought the could, before I knew them, but I don't love them. I love you. It is you I want to link with, even if I can't."
"Really?"
"Yes. When I linked with the female changeling, it was a wonderful experience because it is what my people are meant to do. It's our most basic instinct, to be one, to be a part of a larger sum - but the more I saw of her, the less I wanted to be one with her. The more I know you, the more I want to be with you. I'd rather be close to you than one with her."
"Odo." Her eyes burned, but it was okay for him to see, because his did too, they shared this pain and this joy, they knew each other without being one. Nerys smiled and let herself be cradled in his arms. It hurt and it was the best thing in the world and the only thing she wanted was more of this.
"I didn't know humanoids also felt this way," he whispered.
Different, but in the end, just the same.
"All the time, Odo. All the time."