The First Kiss
  Jazz Man


	The door whooshed shut on Kira's quarters. She turned to face the 
man she'd walked back with, Odo. He looked decidedly nervous.
	"What's wrong, Odo?"
	He swallowed, "Nothing . . . Well, it's just that . . ."
	"What?" she urged.
	"I've dreamt of this moment so many times and now that it's here 
I just don't know what to do."
	She smiled. Taking his hand and leading him to the couch she 
sat down. "What did you do then, in your dream?"
	"I took you in my arms and kissed you," he said blushing.
	"Then what did we do?" she said leaning forward.
	"We went into your bedroom . . ."
	"And after?" she asked moving further forward still.
	"I woke up."
	"Oh," she said leaning straight back onto the couch.
	"But this time I don't want to go to sleep," he said quietly 
reaching an hand out to touch her cheek.
	And then he did something unexpected.  He pulled her closer and 
kissed her.  The merest touch of lips sending shivers down Kira's spine.  
This kiss was deepened.  Each demanding a taste of the other.
	Slowly they parted and Kira opened her eyes, "I was right, you feel
like warm water, soft and reassuring.  But you taste better, you taste of 
honey."

End

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