Feelings.

[privateproperty]

Dahlfes was nearly twenty years old; she'd been Kri'stak's for two years. She'd been further into The Dark than she'd ever gone before; he'd been moved about again and again and never left her behind. She'd worked hard both in the kitchen and in caring for him privately.

She'd adapted to Klingon ways as best she could. The clothes. The food. There were even many points of agreement, but just as many that she knew she'd never truly understand, accomodate though she would.

Still...


One night after dinner, after what had long since become a normal evening together, full of music, conversation, and other things, she found herself looking up at him.

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[privateproperty]

She nods in acknowledgement that that must be how it works. Her head leans against his leg. "I'm not sleepy yet, Master, but am I keeping you up?"

[qeylis_mindu]

"Not at all. I find I enjoy the time we spend together after the long days."

[privateproperty]

She sighs. "So do I." A pause. nuzzling a little against him. "...The crew respects you so much, you know. All the ones worth knowing. Happens every ship we serve on. At this rate, they're going to run out of ways not to just give you the whole fleet."

[qeylis_mindu]

There's the barest hint of a toothy smile at that. "I think you may be biased, but it hardly matters. I know soldiers and their ways. The politicians, on the other hand, are not so fond of me, and ultimately determine assignments. But I will do my best wherever I'm at."

[privateproperty]

"Profoundly biased, not necessarily resulting in inaccuracy." She leans up to request a kiss, her teeth digging into his lower lip.

[qeylis_mindu]

He returns the kiss, with equal use of teeth. He's known her long enough, gotten used enough to her to be careful not to truly hurt her - but some bruising is to be expected, and its only a properly passionate kiss if there's a little blood involved.

[privateproperty]

She's long since used to that, too, and wouldn't have it any other way. When they finally part for air, she licks a little remnant of blood. "Just as well you're going to keep me for the long term," she says softly with a smile, as close to teasing as she gets. "Eventually, my lips will scar and then you'll really have ruined my resale value.." It's probably funnier if you're Orion, she admits, but he'll manage.

...he loves her.

[qeylis_mindu]

He loves her, and, much as many people say Klingons have no sense of humor - its distinctly not true. They are a vital, hot-blooded culture with robust humor - its just mostly of the gallows variety. Her quip hits close enough. He grins. "A good thing you're stuck with me then."

[privateproperty]

Her smile widens, nearly glows. "Always, Master."

[qeylis_mindu]

The immediate response is something of a low growl. The kiss and her admission has obviously had an effect. He pushes away from her, but only enough to bring his hands up to tear her top open.

Good thing they have replicators.

[privateproperty]

It often sort of amuses Dahlfes that she's had her rather frumpy Klingon outfits torn off her body far, far more often than her traditionally salacious Orion clothing, now that she's worn both styles an equal amount of time.

Right now, there's no time to be amused by that, though. Sheld already gotten most of his uniform off before they fell to talking, so there's nothing in her way when she clutches at him, nails sinking in.

[qeylis_mindu]

The nails draw a small gasp and groan, turning into an aroused growl quickly. He finishes tearing the top away, and pulls her in close as she clutches at him, kissing her hard again.

As for her Orion outfits... well, he'd tear those too, but they're so flimsy, there's hardly any point.

[privateproperty]

She kisses back fervently, writhing out of what remains of her clothes under his hands, the air already getting heavy with her need, to 'prove' her own admitted feelings and have his confirmed, as it were.

[qeylis_mindu]

He breaks the kiss by grabbing the back of her hair, drawing her away hard, giving her one smack to a breast with an open hand before grabbing the soft orb instead, working it roughly in his powerful grip, palm scraping across her nipple.

[privateproperty]

And a soft cry soon gives way to a whimper as his rough touch continues. "Master...gods, Kri'Stak..."

[qeylis_mindu]

Using the tight grip on her hair like a leash, he drags her to the bed, pushing her to bend over the bed, followed with another echoing smack to her presented ass.

[privateproperty]

She's lead, and pressed, and spanked. She cries out, and writhes back up against him as she pleads for him to take her.

[qeylis_mindu]

He positions himself behind her, only haphazardly removing enough of his uniform to free his shaft in his lust and haste. Still using her hair like a leash, he draws back on it even as he thrusts into her roughly.

[privateproperty]

Her back arches under his direction as she moans loudly, already gasping for breath, revelling in it even more than she always has.