Title: "Farewell Bajor, Farewell"

Author: R.Schultz (Cousindream@MSN.com)

Series: DS9

Code: Lwaxana Troi/Leeta

Rating: NC-17/R for graphic sex.

Spoilers: Set after the "The Forsaken" episode, and after my own "Promenade". Stand-alone story, though it is understood better if you've read "Promenade".

Summary: Lwaxana Troi and Leeta are enjoying a glorious weekender, but all good things must come to an end.

Disclaimer: All things Star Trek belong to Paramount, and whoever owns Paramount today. I'm just helping a few (fictional) characters enjoy a depraved encounter or two. Then I'll put them back good as new excepting the dissipated smiles on their faces. No money is involved here, so don't sue, please. This story, however, is mine under common-law copyright.

Archiving: Written for the Femme_Fuh-Q_Fest eGroup, Dec., 2000, approximately 5000 words. Will be posted to ASCEM. Once posted, it may be archived, though I wish notice of the event.

Comments to: cousindream@MSN.com

FAREWELL BAJOR, FAREWELL

"No?" she whispered. Leaving off her fondling she raised up and rolled off our bed onto her feet. "Then come out onto the beach with me. Bring the cell mattress and yourself, join me. Please?"

I looked about for our bathing suits, but she was already sprinting across the patio to the white-red sand. Fair enough. I was accustomed to going about nude on my own planet. It was pleasant seeing someone else accustoming themselves to rational clothing practices. Granted I was a decrepit old fool and no one would want to gaze lustfully on me, and Leeta was a choice young woman, still it felt good to lose my clothes for a day or two.

The mattress trailed behind me on it's leash, and I admired the scenery. Lovely wide bay, great beach, nearest neighbor some hundreds of yards away. I waved at someone far north of me, and they waved back. Probably didn't even know we were naked. Or didn't much care.

A hideous and loosely constructed straw hat went on my head to protect me a little, and sun-spray for the body. Then I lay on my stomach and enjoyed the sight of Leeta splashing and playing by herself.

Why not? I thought. Observing her having fun.

In seconds we were both playing at drowning each other. Have to break out the dermal creme again tonight, but it was worth it. Life is about being WITH someone. Enjoying them.

We rubbed against each other in the surf, relishing the sensations of skin on skin. When the sand got too bad and the water too cold, we rose and dived into the water. Walking back, the sand washed from us, her hand around my fat old hip. Until I tried goosing her and she ran away to the air mattress.

Towels. Kisses. Giggling ... she did that more easily now. Cleaning feet, sucking nipples. Until I let her roll me onto my back for another bout of loving.

She was very good, with me, now. A few days and she knew to suck on my folds, poke at my opening with her active tongue. Tease my bead. Until she swept it into her mouth and I came for sweet Leeta.

It was all so good now. For now, for a few more days perhaps, we could live as lovers. We could be lovers making life bearable. Oh, I HAD to pinch my nipples, it was soooo good when I came for her....

I regained my breath despite Leeta's incessant hands. Then I was on my knees, behind her shiny form. Leeta was quickly on her hands and knees again, knowing it was her turn again. She made piping cries as my hands found her again. Fondling, kissing her buttcheeks, until I was behind her, bending to find her with my mouth. My neck was going to get another crimp in it. That was acceptable.

If Leeta enjoyed my tongue and kisses in places usually never mentioned, for my part I adored feasting on her secret places from behind. It made me feel so very wicked to love her there, in that special tight spot. To hear her thin squeals of enjoyment as I forced my tongue inside her.

Leeta's tensions built as the minutes went by, my mouth and fingers constantly busy on her, in her. It was then I noticed company arriving. I saw the motion of something back up on the road. One of the resort's enclosed carts was gliding to a stop behind our cabin.

I ignored whoever it was. Smiling both to taste Leeta, and at my knowledge the doorcom was mute now. I had one thing to do at this moment and I meant to get on with it.

Leeta was jerking now, her thighs knotting, making short grunts. I fitted two, then three fingers inside her, then back to two as I brought my mouth to her again. This time the combination of twin assaults on her sex and her bottom brought her moaning over the edge.

My good little Dabo girl stayed on her hands and knees so I could lap up her coming more easily. Until she fell forward and rolled to her side. I kissed my way up her taut belly. Pausing at that marvelous indentation of belly button. Up her heated flesh to her nipples, and then to her lips. She dipped her fingers into herself and we both licked and sucked them, enjoying essence of Leeta.

I sighed erect. Better go see who had visited me this day. I hoped it wasn't one of those ridiculous fact-finders of that ridiculous Federation fact-finding commission. They study Bajor in their way, I'll study Bajor in mine.

It was Dr. Julian Bashir. Trying to restate his drivcart.

I leaned in the open door-frame for some minutes before the good Doctor noticed me. Mostly he kept his aplomb, though like most males he kept moving his eyes onward whenever he looked at my nudity. I really didn't blame him. At more than a century and umpteen rejuv's, I wasn't very much to look at. Fat ass and all.

Once he realized I was smiling at him, he finally grinned back.

"They, you, practice nudity a lot on Betazed, don't they?" he managed. Nice young man.

"Yes, we do, but I'll put on some clothes if it would make you feel more comfortable, Doctor Bashir." He was up to looking me in the eyes by this time. Admirable attempt on his part to ignore what was probably a major taboo on his own world.

"Ah," that won't be necessary..."

"Lwaxana, please, or you can call me `Xana' for short. Would you care to come inside? Can I get you anything? We should probably wait in any case for that old carbon-burning cart of yours to cool. I think it's flooded with too much fuel."

Dear Doctor Julian had come looking for me. And instead discovered the tableau on the beach. Fleeing, probably in an embarrassed panic, he had failed to start the archaic device properly.

Saw me having sex with Leeta, and tried to escape. I'd seen that head of black hair poke around the side of my rented beach house, looking for me. He was certainly not expecting to find the distinguished Jewel of the Seventh House with her aged face in some pretty girl's rump. Not out on the beach in broad daylight, at any rate.

I pulled him inside, grabbing a peach-colored wrap to put on as I did. The man was a hero, the least I could do was spare him some embarrassment. I needn't have bothered.

Leeta rose from a stool when Bashir came inside, crossing directly in front of him to put on a red robe. Leaving it mostly open when she tied it together. Letting him enjoy every inch of her young body. On display. Flaunting herself. Teasing the hell out of Bashir. I quickly found him a chair, understanding what was going to happen.

He had the inevitable reaction, of course, and he quickly crossed his legs. Considering the speed with which he did so, that must have hurt like hell.

I poured some pinkish Bajoran New Wine around, nattering at Bashir and smiling as he couldn't keep his eyes off Leeta. Leeta in her turn made sure she rubbed her half-hidden body on mine while he was watching. Kissed me on my arm. Purred when I put a hand on her other hip. Sat down and crossed her own legs near Bashir. Letting him get the full display.

A LOT of tease in that minx.

I brought over a little table for Bashir to hide behind, and we presently became a good deal more civilized.

The Doctor had been given a short Holiday by Commander Sisko, and a grateful Bajor had given him three days at this lovely but over-priced pocket paradise. He had been the waving dot I'd seem earlier that morning.

It developed he hadn't been able to talk any females into shuttling down and sharing his good fortune. So he'd come down anyway, hoping he might find a more amiable female on Bajor itself. He hadn't thus far. Upon learning from computer his neighbor was Lwaxana Troi, he'd
come down to visit.

Only to walk into what could probably be described as a scene of utter decadence wherever he was born. Sheer debauchery. In his home culture's opinion.

I hope he'd gotten a good education this afternoon. Thus far.

He was sort of cute, in a skeletal way. Leeta liked him also. She wouldn't have made him salivate like that if she hadn't. Time for the solid-latinum old broad to be a gracious host.

We both naturally assumed he would stay with us, let him talk, enjoy being civilized with each other. Laughing with him as he relaxed. We made little jokes and Leeta did a marvelous imitation of Sisko and Quark both. Smiling. Taking him along with us, keeping his mind busy. Having him help us.

We had him in our bathroom, helping us to get dressed. Before he realized he was being faced with great volumes of pink female flesh again. After that he stayed out in front.

I emerged in a sleeveless outfit with blue vest matching skirt over lemon blouse. Leeta flaunted her beauty with a pleated dress of multiple bright transparent shades, and a few strategic patches of opaque material. Just enough to keep her decent and let her tease at the same time. My empathy told me Leeta was becoming genuinely attracted to the gaunt Doctor.

Once outside we bent to the stalled vehicle. Julian raised the access panels, and we all looked. With Julian's aid, Leeta pulled out a strip of something. Shook it vigorously and stuck it back into the cart. It started immediately.

We didn't travel far. There was a highly rated restaurant in the main resort hotel, and we settled for that. Over-rated, in my opinion. I doubted the dining staff were this distant and aloof when
this was a playpen for the Cardassian occupiers.

Since the establishment served bad Raktajino, we decided to settle for wine and fruit compotes.

Our little get-together was great fun. Julian got going on his medical diatribes, enjoying the opportunity to clear his mind and vent his opinions. He was very intense at the beginning, not at all trying to impress either of us. Nice young man. Didn't have much opportunity to be taken seriously, I could tell. He needed to say some things before he could organize them properly in his own mind. All that knowledge and insight and no one to talk shop with. Poor young man.

I idly wondered if he'd ever consider rolling an old Betazoid from pillar to post. That'd be fun. Focus his mind a bit.

Leeta didn't need to wonder. I kept checking on the nearness of his napkin, in case he actually began to salivate in his wine. It was very good wine, by the way. Light, faint pale rose, went well with what we were having, which wasn't much at all. We got pleasantly tight, and the Doctor got pleasantly loose. It was sad, in a way, but I consoled myself that it was a natural process. She kept patting him on his hand. Leeta was liking the Doctor more and more.

When she started playing footsie with him, I sadly resigned myself to going back to my rented cabin alone tonight. Being a Betazoid also meant being disappointed sometimes. You saw SOME things coming from a very far way off.

I rolled over to her, reaching for her, pulling her rigid fearful body to me. For long minutes all I did was caress her, cluck nonsense words into her fears, caress her body and her lovely face.

In time Leeta unwound a fraction, and I began kissing her. In time she began to respond. Crying, confused, still fearful. I licked her tears with my tongue, one hand continually rubbing her back. Gradually working it down her body until my hand was under her skirt and I was kneading her poor scared buttocks.

"Lwaxana...." she began.

"Later," I husked. "First get those damned clothes off. On Betazed a woman with a body like yours almost never covers it with clothes. When you're with a Betazoid, the same protocols should apply. You're much too beautiful to be hiding yourself. Besides which, I'm going to make love to you. Wasn't that a wish of yours? You said so when first we came here. To lie on a beach still warm with the sun's heat, the cooling air blowing softly over you, and a lover to make you come until you went insane?" I felt her agreement, with my abilities. I felt it by her rising to her feet and quickly shedding her colorful clothes. I felt it by the way she knelt to kiss me.

If her kisses were flavored with confused tears, I ignored it. If I felt a sharp painful sense of loss as she opened her legs to my invasive hand, I ignored the pain as well.

All things end, and neither one of us thought our perfect week was more than a wonderful encounter. We enjoyed each other while we could, had made no promises. Maybe hoped for a few, irregardless.

She opened to me easily, her legs moving in happiness. Our conflicts were put off until later, until maybe later as in tomorrow. Later as in the day after that. I'd learned much in a century and a half, and forgiveness was one of them. Leeta relaxed in my insistent arms, giggling as I tickled her sex and anus. It didn't matter that I was still mostly clothed. It didn't matter I might taste his leavings inside her. It didn't matter. She was here now, and tomorrow can damned well take care of itself.

Leeta had her own engines to deal with. She'd just been unfaithful to me, and with a male at that. It hurt, it hurt badly. But making a scene over it would be fruitless. Leeta was Leeta. She could not change being herself.

I had my engines. Mine was dealt with by shedding tears of loss even as I licked and kissed my faithless love. Tomorrow Leeta would still be Leeta, but at least she'd be in my bed. I'd gotten over a lot of my pride in a century and a half.

Leeta was moaning as soon as I began licking the insides of her thighs.

"She didn't want to talk about them," he said. "But yes, I was horrified by them. Whoever did that to her was not entirely rational. I was hoping she would let me clear her skin of them. Wondering what I might say to convince her to let me. She has so many problems..." Looking sideways at me, wondering, his estimation of me growing.

"I've asked Leeta to come back to Betazed with me. She could be an assistant, she could be taught, she could be many things there. And on Babel. Certainly more than a Dabo girl with a soft mouth and a sweet body. She might even be my lover for a long time. However long it might be. And every minute of it an adventure.

"It would be no giant sin there for me to enjoy some willing female, though it wouldn't pass without unfavorable notice. My fellow Oligarch's would not approve, I'm sure. However, Doctors there could remove her scars, her outward scars, at least." Eating another thumb-sized bela egg anyway.

"Leeta turned me down. Not in so many words, but she turned me down. Do you know why?" He shook his head.

"Bajor. It's her home. But she stays here, on DS9. Odd, don't you think? Never going back to her provincial home. There must be many blood kin who survived the occupation, but she won't go see them. Or return to live with them." He asked why not with his eyes and mind. Knowing I was going somewhere specific with my story.

"She came up to the station with her father about fifteen Bajoran-years ago. With a few more relatives. They all died here, like so many others. Except Leeta." Carefully ignoring the last two eggs, hoping the Doctor would finish them. He could stand to gain an ounce or two.

"What do you think Leeta did for all those years, Dr. Bashir? Within a year of arrival she was completely on her own. What do you think she did all that time just to keep alive?"

Julian muttered something in Urdu, one word of which I knew. Then in T-French, and the ever-useful 'Sheiss' in T-German. "How did... How young..."

"The scars occurred many years ago." Ignoring his question. "She needed an incentive to embrace her new profession wholeheartedly. I have it all from a reliable source. She wouldn't talk about it to me, either." He might guess Odo detailed the disgusting story to me, but he'd never know for sure. The more my new shape-shifting friend told me, the less I liked Cardassians.

"She is living the legend of Tantalus, Dr. Bashir. She can see Bajor out the observation deck windows, she wishes to return, but she's afraid to go back with her scars. And her history as a whore for far too many Cardassian males. Especially the history. Can I count on you to solve the easier problem of the physical scars?"

"I'll make the time for it without fail. Will Leeta be back ... at work, whatever ... soon? I'll be sure to tell her it won't cost her anything. As physician for the Station I can pick and choose a great deal of what work I accomplish beyond keeping everyone up here alive. Commander Sisko encourages me to do the small extra work I do.

And you'll never know why Commander Sisko can afford to supply you with whatever you need to take adequate care of all the Bajorans on the station. It'll run out quickly, but the money will help. Also, Betazed is going to medically aid Bajor, even if they aren't aware of it yet.

The Doctor was continuing. "...Though I must admit I never thought my lessons as a plastic re-builder would be so intensely utilized when I was going through medical school. The Cardassians have a lot to answer for. I shouldn't let myself feel personal anger, but I can't help it."

I smiled a rueful smile at him. "I won't tell anyone of your unprofessional attitude if you don't tell anyone of mine."

He looked a question at me. "I'm a Parliamentarian, a politico, and I have had to be polite to Cardassians before this, and probably will again, in the future. I still don't like them. You can judge a lot about a culture by the way it treats it's weak and helpless. Knowing them as a Betazoid just makes them even less appealing.

"Well, the rest of what we've got to talk to each other about is also about Leeta. She's rather vulnerable right now, and may be so for years. You could hurt her if you're just going to use her body. Too many humanoids have already done that. She needs people who care about her, and not just about how she is in bed.

"You're a good sort, Doctor. I don't think you would hurt her. But please keep an eye on her, for me, will you?"

"Lwaxana," he asked, "did you have anything to do with Quark giving Leeta a week off with pay?"

"Is that what the little Ferengi said? He gave her a week off without pay. I'll have to go over there and pull on his lobes. Short and sharp. I paid him good latinum to give her a week off."

"And what is this I hear that Leeta has a new cabin on the third level?"

I smiled. "It's not finished yet, but it'll be larger than what she has now. That old place of hers had all the spaciousness of a Jeffries tube. Her new place is also permanently paid up, as well. They can't ever evict her." Smiling back. "If you can't help the occasional friend, why have money?"

I stood up, using one of his wipes. "Nice juice, and thank you for the eggs. But according to your clock I should be going now, I've an appointment." I kissed him on both cheeks, then fondled that hard bony rear of his in the process.

An old lady has to get what pleasures she can whenever the opportunity presents itself.

"You know, Doctor, you can seriously grow on me." He looked confused. "Have you ever considered how much experience and focus an older woman could bring to a relationship? It's all true, you know, about how we're more grateful. And how we're willing to show our gratitude. For example...."

With that I made a few suggestions in his ears. They must have struck a mellow note, as he immediately turned a brownish tinge of blush. Such an innocent. Oh, he could be Soooo much fun!

The hell with Jean-Luc. Maybe I'll spend my next vacation here. I don't think Julian Bashir is anything like the artful dodger and crafty side-stepper Captain Picard is. It might be quite thrilling chasing down Doctor Bashir. So long as there were a good chance of catching him. That struck a pleasant note in my libido. Succeeding, catching the cadaverous Doctor and having my way with his weakly protesting body. I wonder if he'd ever been part of a threesome? Oooohhh, something to look forward to. Besides Leeta. Threesomes can be nice. With the right people.

If someone you love can't be faithful, you might as well make a strength out of a weakness. Time to move along. I had a hot date!

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