#Letant x Reader

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Love Stings

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Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Senator Letant (DS9) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Romulan sex, fuck or die situation, away mission gone wrong, sex pollen type situation, as consensual as a sex pollen situation can be, mutual pining, fingering, woman on top, dirty talk, praise kink, begging, implied oral sex (female receiving), smut with feelings.

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“Why does a Romulan need a Federation escort, again?” I asked as I readjusted my bag on my shoulder and followed Captain Sisko down the corridor.

“Because Federation runabouts are able to withstand a particular form of radiation that utterly fries Romulan computer technology. In order to reach the planet where their probe went down, you need to pass through an asteroid field absolutely teeming with that radiation,” he answered as we reached the runabout airlock. “Starfleet isn’t about to give a Romulan free reign with one of its vessels.”

“And why can’t he and his men just, y’know...fly around that asteroid field instead?” That seemed like a rather obvious solution.

“Because that would take them several months out of their way - time which none of us can afford to spend in Dominion territory,” the Captain said as he handed me a small case. “You’ll need those.”

“What are they?”

“Earplugs,” he said with a smirk.

“Remind me: why was I chosen for this oh-so-special mission?” I asked slipping the case into my bag. Instead of the Captain, another voice piped up from directly behind me.

“Because, my lovely Lieutenant, you are the only one who can put up with me for long stretches.” Oh no. I knew that voice. With dread and several other emotions pounding away in the pit of my stomach, I turned and saw none other than Senator Letant wearing a mirthful smirk as he took in the look of sheer disbelief on my face. “Come, come, my dear, I would’ve thought you’d be overjoyed to see me again! After all, I requested you specifically for this little adventure.”

I opened my mouth to protest this assignment, but when I looked back, Captain Sisko had made himself scarce.

“Oh, let’s just get this over with,” I groused stepping around the Romulan and into the Shenandoah. Tossing my bag onto one of the benches at the back of the craft, I made my way to the cockpit with a pair of much-too-spry footsteps following in my wake.

“Just think of it, Lieutenant! We’ll have a whole week in the Gamma Quadrant, just the two of us.” Letant’s enthusiasm made me roll my eyes.

Of course he would be excited about this. He enjoyed flirting with me - or, more accurately, with anything that moved. Unfortunately, I enjoyed his banter, too, but how the hell was I supposed to keep him from seeing that for a whole week? If he knew, he’d be twice as insufferable as he already was.

With a quiet sigh, I refrained from responding, choosing to go through the pre-flight checks, instead. He rattled on while I ensured everything was prepped, but after several minutes of receiving no response from me, he laid a hand on my forearm. I nearly jumped out of my skin at the contact - a fact which didn’t go unnoticed by my co-pilot.

“Are you alright?” He sounded genuinely concerned, but I simply pulled my arm away and muttered a quiet ‘yes.’ Disbelief and sarcasm colored his tone when he spoke again. “Yes, of course. That must be why you’re behaving the way you are. In case you’ve forgotten, Lieutenant, I’m rather adept at spotting lies.”

Swallowing nervously, I turned back to my instruments.

“I’m fine. Pre-flight checks are all done. We’re ready to go,” I said, opening communications with the station before he could protest. “Shenandoah to Ops. All systems are green. Requesting permission to disembark.”

“Permission granted, Shenandoah,” Major Kira answered. “Sealing airlocks and releasing docking clamps. Have fun out there, you two. May the Prophets guide you.”

“Thanks, Major. We’ll be home before you know it. Shenandoah out,” I said as I closed communications and released our own docking systems. “Twenty seconds to the wormhole.”

“And how long until you tell me what’s bothering you, Lieutenant?” From my peripheral vision, I could see that the Senator had turned his chair to face me. If he was already able to tell that something was wrong, I really needed to compose myself. Otherwise, the next week was going to be hell.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just had a rough morning, that’s all,” I lied as I lowered our speed for the trip through the wormhole. “I should be back to my usual self in a little bit.”

“I see...” he murmured sounding no more convinced than he had a few moments before. “Well, if you require a sympathetic ear, I’d be more than happy to fill that role, and we are quite alone. Anything you told me would remain in total confidence.”

As light enveloped our little craft, I looked over at him, finding sincerity in his expression. I paused, though, because the ever-shifting light filtering into the cabin made his features glow. Letant looked almost ethereal - the changing hues flowed across his face, highlighting his forehead ridges, his nose, his lips, and making it impossible to ignore his beauty.

“Thank you, Senator. I’ll take that into consideration.” My voice came out raspier than I’d expected, making my cheeks burn. Before I could look back at the panel in front of me, though, Letant gave me a surprisingly gentle smile.

“I think we can safely skip the formalities, don’t you? There is nobody else here, and I certainly won’t be offended by a little added familiarity. Please, feel free to call me Letant,” he murmured, and I agreed quietly. A flash drew my attention away from him and back to piloting the runabout. We’d exited the wormhole.

“If you’ll input the coordinates, Letant, I’ll set a course,” I said, and a quiet hum came from the man beside me. “What?”

“I’ve never heard you say my name before, but I must admit...I quite like the way it sounds coming from you,” he murmured as he moved to do as I suggested. It felt strange to say his name when I wasn’t alone. The only place I’d said it before was when I was in my bed in the dead of night, but he definitely didn’t need to know that. He’d never let me live that down.

As soon as the course was set, I initiated the autopilot and took a deep breath, closing my eyes as I leaned back in my seat. It would take us about three days to get there at our vessel’s maximum warp.

“I can feel you staring at me, y’know.” My murmured observation drew a huff of incredulous laughter from my companion.

“Ridiculous. Utter rot. Even Romulans are not that perceptive,” he scoffed, but I just smirked.

“Haven’t you ever heard a Human say they felt eyes on the back of their head before?”

“I have.”

“They mean it. Yes, that expression can be used to communicate paranoia, but usually the person is being literal. We can feel when we’re being watched. We may not be able to pinpoint where it’s coming from, but a gaze can be felt as easily as a touch,” I explained, cracking my eyes open and tilting my head, finding him looking at me stunned as I’d expected to. Scientifically, that was only partially correct with psychological bias factored in, but he didn’t need to know the nitty-gritty details. “I wonder, was it you staring at me in Quark’s the other night? Or was it some other inebriated patron?”

“Who told you I was in the bar?” He fired back with a knowing raise of an eyebrow.

“Nobody. You and your guards make quite an entrance everywhere you go. I saw you arrive, but I thought little of it,” I lied, trying to give the impression that I hadn’t seen him in a gorgeous green tunic he’d never worn before. He’d looked so handsome that night, but I couldn’t show that I cared about his looks. He’d never let me live it down.

“That’s too bad. I’d hoped to ask your opinion on my tunic. I don’t often wear purple garments,” he said, and before I could stop myself or think better of it, I blurted out what I was thinking.

“But it was gre–” I broke off, but he’d heard just enough to widen his smile.

“You’re quite right. It was green, but how would you know that, e’lev?” Letant asked leaning closer to me. “I thought you didn’t care that I’d been in the bar?”

“I didn’t. As I said, your entrances aren’t exactly subtle. Everyone in the bar likely noticed you and your new tunic. That hardly makes me unique,” I said trying to explain my statement away, but his voice just lowered a bit more, becoming more velvety and delicious.

“...I don’t recall mentioning that the tunic was new.” He practically radiated triumph and glee, even as I internally cringed at my slip.

“And you still haven’t answered my original question,” I deflected as I stood and walked to one of the other sensor arrays as an excuse to put a little space between us. Beginning to perform a re-calibration, I nearly rolled my eyes when I heard footsteps behind me.

“You’re right. I never did answer your question. How rude of me,” the Senator said, his voice growing ever closer. Eventually, one of his hands rested on the bulkhead near my shoulder, and the other rested gently on my waist. “I admit I did look at you quite frequently that night, but I simply cannot resist a gorgeous view when it’s offered so freely. You seemed so relaxed. Nevertheless, allow me to apologize for staring like a lecherous rogue. Tell me...how can I make it up to you?”

His mirthful, suggestive question was practically whispered against my ear, but I bit the inside of my cheek to suppress a shudder of pleasure. It would be much too easy to turn and connect my lips with his.

“No need, Senator,” I murmured, hating how shaky my voice sounded. Ducking carefully under his arm, I went back to my seat and acted like I was double-checking the sensors. The Romulan let out a sigh, but he didn’t look too disappointed when he returned.

“You might change your mind over the course of our journey,” he said lounging in his chair, “and if you do, I’m quite open to any suggestions you might have.”

This was going to be a long trip.

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The next morning, I stumbled through my usual routine, shuffling into the cockpit of the runabout with a hot mug of coffee clutched in my hands. Blinking sleepily as I took my seat, I started checking the sensors and our course.

“Well, well, good morning!” Amusement practically dripped from Letant’s voice. Oh, it was too early for this. “You seem to be out of uniform today.”

“Since we won’t be at our destination for another couple of days, I thought I may as well wear something a little more comfortable,” I said glancing down at my oversized shirt and sweatpants. “Besides, I thought you said you didn’t mind if we dropped some of the formalities? If you object, I can always get back into uniform...”

“Oh no, don’t you dare! I don’t mind at all. I’ve never seen you looking so ravishing,” he crooned as he raked his eyes over me. “Is this how you normally dress when you’re not on duty?”

“Yep, this is my favorite shirt, actually,” I answered sipping my coffee. I’d had it for so long that was beginning to go threadbare in a few places allowing my skin to peek through - a fact I hadn’t given much thought to before, but which I was now acutely aware of with the Senator’s roving eyes on me. “I take it you approve?”

“Oh, heartily, but I’ve never known you to need another person’s approval,” he said leaning toward me in my peripheral vision.

“And you seem to need the approval of every woman who dares to glance in your direction.” I hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but once it was out I couldn’t put it back no matter how much I might want to.

“Not every woman. Only you,” he responded without missing a beat, and my eyes snapped up to meet his before I could think better of it. Beneath the obvious hunger in his expression, there was something...soft and vulnerable that startled me into looking away.

No. No, I was imagining that look. I had to be. Letant was a Senator. He could have any woman he wanted. There was no way he’d want me.

The rest of the day, Letant seemed somewhat more subdued, alternating between focusing on a Romulan data PADD he’d brought with him and the readout from the primary sensor array. I still caught him looking over at me occasionally, but he wasn’t nearly as determined to drive me insane as usual.

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We decided to alternate who got the early morning shifts so that neither of us would be overly tired. Thus, the second morning, I was halfway through my second cup of coffee before Letant emerged from the aft section of the runabout. Glancing back at him, I noticed his own informal wardrobe for the day and did a double-take. Wearing only a pair of midnight blue sleep pants and an open, matching silk robe, Senator Letant stole my breath as he did nothing more but take his seat in the copilot’s chair.

So that was what he was hiding beneath his uniform!

“See something you like, e’lev?” Tearing my eyes away from the smattering of hair on his well-defined chest, I looked up to see him giving me a knowing smile. “Oh, don’t go quiet on me again. We’ve made so much progress on that front in the last couple of days. Would it help if I got back into my uniform?”

“Don’t you dare,” I murmured, repeating his own words back at him and drawing a devilish grin from him.

“I believe that’s the boldest flirtation I’ve ever received from you,” he declared crossing his legs and allowing his eyes to skim down the length of my body a little slower than the day before.

“Who said it was flirtation? If I have a right to be in my pajamas, so do you.”

“Ah, it’s a matter of equality, then. How curious. I could’ve sworn I saw you bite your lip a few moments ago,” Letant murmured, and I wracked my memory. Had I? It was conceivable that I had subconsciously. He did tend to bring out those sorts of reactions in me. His voice calling my name knocked me out of my anxious thoughts. “Oh, don’t worry. I did much worse than bite my lip when I went to bed last night. And after being around a beautiful woman in nothing but her pajamas all day, who could blame me?”

My cheeks burned at his insinuation. He was joking. He had to be joking. He’d never do...that...while thinking about me.

...Would he?

No. No, way. He was probably just trying to get a rise out of me first thing in the morning. I should just ignore hi–

“Ah, we’ve made better time than I expected,” he murmured checking the estimated time of arrival. “We’ll be there in less than twelve hours. It should’ve taken us eighteen more. How did you manage that?”

Okay, this I could do. I could totally talk work.

“Oh, I made a few routine course adjustments and skirted around a few astronomical phenomena that could have slowed us down,” I said as I pulled up a log I’d been keeping of my adjustments. He skimmed over it and a low hum issued from his throat.

“...You do realize what this means, don’t you?” Letant asked looking up at me, and I raised an eyebrow. “This means we have six fewer hours to spend together on this journey. You wound me, Lieutenant. Am I truly so unpleasant a traveling companion?”

He laid a hand dramatically over his chest and adopted a look of faux innocence.

“Seriously? We’re flying through Dominion territory and that is what you’re worried about?” 

“Well, I did select you for this mission so that we could spend time together,” he replied as if it should be obvious. I could scarcely believe my ears. “I thought you might enjoy some private interaction with a man as attractive as I am.”

“You are the most arrogant person I’ve ever met.” The words were out of my mouth before I could even think about stopping them, but rather than looking offended, Letant merely leaned toward me in his ridiculous, open robe and smirked.

“And did it never cross your mind that I have what it takes to back up my inflated ego?”

I had no rebuttal for that. The possibility had crossed my mind several times, in fact. Taking my silence as an answer, the Senator seemed satisfied that he’d gotten his point across.

“Now, before we reach our long-awaited destination, I need to brief you on what to expect,” he said, as if I hadn’t been briefed on the basics before we left. Before I could protest, however, he held up a hand. “There are several details that the Romulan government did not see fit to authorize me to convey to Starfleet, details that you must be made aware of if we are to complete this mission successfully.”

“Is the probe sentient or something?”

Letant let out a short burst of mirthful laughter.

“No, certainly not, although I admire your vivid imagination. The probe we’re going to be looking for is equipped...with a cloaking device.”

With the most serious expression I could muster, I set my coffee aside and laid my hand over one of his.

“Letant, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Starfleet has been aware that your people have had cloaking devices for over a century. I’m so sorry, I know that must come as a bit of a shock.” He gave me an exasperated look, and I couldn’t help but smile mischievously at having finally irritated him for once.

“You know, you are gorgeous, intelligent, and an utter pleasure to be around, but, Elements, my girl, you can be infuriating,” he said lifting my hand to his lips.

“Speak for yourself, Deihu.” The expression on his face morphed into pure surprise. “My apologies for the interruption. Please continue. What is it about this cloaking device that makes it so special?”

“Not only is it a new type of cloak, it was made more durable as well. We expect that it survived the crash and is still active,” Letant explained.

“So we’re going to be looking for a fully cloaked probe? How the hell are we supposed to find it, then?” Maybe that was why we’d been given a full day to search for this damn thing.

“Ah, I have a deactivation signal that I’ve already programmed into our tricorders. Once we scan the probe, it’ll decloak, we can remove the section that we need, and we can get back home,” he murmured, skimming his thumbs over the back of my hand. Why did he still have my hand?

And why did I never want him to let go?

“Why not just put that code into the runabout computer and scan the whole planet from orbit?” I asked raising an eyebrow.

“Because the tricorders can be destroyed afterward. The runabout computer can’t if we want to get home.” Of course. The Romulan Empire wouldn’t want any trace of how we deactivated a cloak to exist afterward to compromise them. “I do have the approximate location of where the probe went down - it was still transmitting as it crashed - so we should be able to land close enough to get into tricorder range within a reasonable span of time.”

A rather unpleasant thought occurred to me, then, and for the first time, I was forced to confront just how dangerous Letant could be if he so chose. His species was physically stronger than mine. If he wanted to hurt me, he could with barely any effort, and I would have no chance of stopping him.

“And...when we’re searching for the probe, what happens if I end up seeing it or the decloaking codes? Are you going to have to eliminate me for the sake of the Empire’s security?” To my horror, my voice was much quieter and shakier than I anticipated. Letant’s grip on my hand tightened by a fraction, and he looked at me with an inscrutable expression.

“If you truly believe that I could ever raise a hand to you, then you don’t know me as well as you think, e’lev,” he said. “I chose you for this mission, because I trust you not to reveal any more than is necessary to your superiors.”

I didn’t quite know what to say to that, so I simply nodded my head. Savoring the feeling of his fingers holding mine, I looked at Letant curiously. What was I supposed to make of him?

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The rest of the trip was relatively quiet as I mulled over everything I’d learned. We were both mostly silent as we took turns getting changed back into our uniforms in the back. Even Letant’s flirtations were more subtle. I was working off muscle memory more than conscious effort as we approached the planet to enter orbit.

“Lieutenant, I’m inputting the range of coordinates where the probe could possibly be. If you could place us in synchronous orbi–”

He was cut off by an explosion rocking the craft and throwing us from our seats. My arm collided hard with the deck plating, and I let out a grunt of pain as I struggled to right myself.

“The starboard engine just overloaded,” I called as I finally got a glimpse at my panel. I clawed myself back into my chair and aimed us as close as I could manage to the area Letant had indicated. He pulled himself up just as I did, and as I held us on course, he started an emergency shutdown for the warp and impulse engines. “We’re going down no matter what we do! Brace yourself for impact!”

The collision jolted me from my seat, but before I could hit anything, a pair of strong, warm arms caught me. Grabbing onto Letant instinctively, we clung to each other for dear life until the runabout came to a screeching halt in the dirt.

In the unnatural silence that followed, our breaths seemed much too loud. I kept my face buried in the crook of the Senator’s neck for several beats longer than was strictly necessary, catching my breath and savoring the solidity of his body against mine.

Letant breathed my name against the top of my head, and I reluctantly forced myself to pull back far enough to look at him. A dribble of green blood trickled down the side of his head from a small gash.

“You’re hurt,” I murmured as I reached up and turned his head so I could examine him.

“Perhaps, but you’re not.” A glimmer of triumph twined through his words. Forcing myself onto my feet, I found the emergency medkit and passed the dermal regenerator over his injury with as much care as I possessed. He touched the spot gingerly when I was done and smiled up at me when he found himself healed. “You have my sincerest gratitude, e’lev.”

A flutter of pride went through my chest as I put the medical tools back in the kit. As a precaution, I took out a medical tricorder and set it aside in case we needed it.

“Why is this probe so important, anyway?” I asked a few moments later as we examined the outside of the runabout. Surveying the craft for damage was our first order of business. After all, if there was no chance we’d get off this planet, there was little point in rushing off to find the probe. Survival always came first. “May I know what we almost died in pursuit of? Surely, we didn’t go through all of this just for a prototype cloaking device.”

“No, it wasn’t just the cloak. Our probe managed to record secret information on the Dominion, but I’m afraid I can tell you no more than that without endangering you,” he said as he stepped over a large log. “Well, the propulsion systems appear to be offline but functional, as well the weapons.”

“Not quite. The antigrav thrusters are shot. We’ll have to get those working again before we can lift off,” I called as I pulled a branch out of one of the intake ports. “Okay. Well, it looks like we shouldn’t be stuck here for too long, at least. We should be able to find the probe, fix the thrusters, and head back.”

A vague noise of approval sounded from my companion.

“We landed not far from the probe’s potential crash site. If you’ve got the tricorders set up, we can start our search now,” I suggested as we both met up at the door of the runabout. Anticipating my statement, Letant held out two tricorders, one for me, and one for him. I noted that the medical one was already strapped to his side. Grabbing a second commbadge from inside the cabin, I traded it for the tricorder. “Keep your commline open. After all, we’ve only got each other out here.”

“Indeed. Watch yourself, Lieutenant,” Letant said as I strapped a phaser and holster around my waist. His own disruptor gleamed in the evening light. 

The setting sun cast long, sleepy shadows across the ground as we tramped through the trees. I’d taken a different direction than the Senator so that we could cover more ground, and I couldn’t help but wonder whether he was allowing himself to pause and take in the beauty of this previously unexplored planet. 

“Report, Lieutenant.” Speak of the devil.

“I’m not reading any humanoid lifeforms, only plant life, small animals, and various insects. I’m not reading the probe, either, so apparently I’m not in range yet.”

“No need to worry, Lieutenant. I’ve apparently entered range of the probe. I’ve almost reached it now. As far as life form readings, I’m getting the same as you. Be cautious, though. There’s an insect I scanned which appears to be venomous.” Letant’s warning came just as I stepped into a clearing filled with what looked like bioluminescent moths. Their colors varied through the entire visible spectrum of light, creating pulsations and swirls of color in the sky. For a moment, I could do no more than watch them in silence.

“Oh, wow,” I breathed as I watched the little winged bugs dance in the low evening light. “Letant, you’ve got to come see this!”

“Acknowledged. I’ve gotten what we need from the probe. On my way,” he responded, but I barely noticed. As if the little bugs were aware that they had an audience, they fluttered together and fanned out in a brilliant array of shapes I couldn’t even begin to describe. Just as I began to hear the Senator’s footsteps approaching me, the entire swarm of brilliantly hued moths fluttered toward me. I stumbled backward against a very solid chest. Turning just enough to confirm I’d bumped into Letant, my eyes met his just as the moths flew around us in a tight spiral from our toes to our heads. The light from their wings caressed his features, sparkling in his irises as I looked up at him in utter awe. His voice came out as a breathy whisper when he spoke a single word. “E’lev...”

The thrumming of wings slowly lowered in volume, and we watched the moths’ progress as they began to alight upon the branches of the trees at the perimeter of the clearing, colors still pulsing and changing as beautifully as before. Becoming aware of two arms wrapped around me like iron bars holding me upright against the Senator’s chest, I felt my face begin to burn.

“Thanks for catching me,” I murmured. Was it my imagination or was his face getting closer?

“It was my pleasure,” he breathed, and his lips brushed against mine. As my eyelids fluttered closed, though, something sharp jabbed my neck, and I let out a startled yelp. Turning me in his grasp, Letant caught my hand as I reached for the area. “Hush, it’s alright. Let me see.”

Baring my neck for him, I felt my heart sink when he swore in Romulan under his breath and pulled out his tricorder.

“Let me guess. That was one of the venomous ones.” The quiet beeping of the tricorder cut through the deafening silence - an answer of its own. I could already feel sweat beading on my skin beneath my uniform. Whatever this venom was, it was potent.

“We’re too far from the runabout to make it there before you suffer any ill effects. Do you trust me?” I’d barely even managed to answer in the affirmative when his lips closed over the bite mark and sucked hard. Gasping at the sensation, I clutched at his shoulders and tried to work out what the hell he was doing. Pain lanced through me from the wound, but after something pulled free, every ounce of discomfort within me transformed into intense euphoria.

The Senator spat something on the ground a moment later then returned his lips to the same place, sucking hard again. This time a moan tore from my throat. I never wanted him to stop. I felt like I’d die if he stopped - hell, I think I murmured something to that effect as I clung to him.

 It was as if the sensitivity of every nerve in my body had been heightened all at once starting with the spot where Letant’s lips were glued to my skin. Cascading downwards across my entire being, electricity, desperation, and pleasure had all been ignited within me.

Through the fog, the vague thought that he was attempting to suck the poison out of my wound poked at my mind, but it was deftly swatted away by the feeling of his lips repositioning themselves on my neck as one of his large hands supported the back of my head.

He spat something else onto the ground, but by then I was nearly limp with pleasure. I’d been close to an orgasm, so achingly close. Tears sprang to my eyes at the loss of contact, and all too soon he was asking me a question that I was too bleary to comprehend.

“Lieutenant? Can you understand me?” He sounded almost panicked, but I’d made out enough to answer that time. “Let’s get you back to the runabout.”

What the hell? Why did I nearly have an orgasm from what amounted to rather enthusiastic necking? As we trudged back the way we’d come, Letant supported me with an arm around my waist. I hoped that he hadn’t noticed the stupidly strong arousal that the sting and his reaction had caused. Surely at such close range he had? But if he did, then why wasn’t he teasing me about it?

And why did I have that reaction in the first place? I’d wondered what it was like to be with him on more occasions than I cared to admit, of course, but why the hell did I feel like all my nerves were hypersensitive?

The burning, overwhelming need for stimulation settled into a persistent buzzing in my abdomen. I’d never heard of venom causing a reaction like this before.

As soon as we stepped inside the shuttle, I ducked into the washroom at the back of the runabout. Splashing water on my face, I barely managed to hold back the moan that threatened to bubble out of me at how good the cold liquid felt against my burning skin. When I reemerged, Letant looked over at me with concern furrowing his brow.

“Are you experiencing any odd symptoms?” He asked, and I hated how my body reacted instantly to his voice. Any assistance that the cool water had provided disappeared as my skin heated further and I was forced to look away from him. “Lieutenant?”

“Hypersensitivity,” I answered. I hoped he would simply drop the topic and allow me to remain vague in my answer, but I had no such luck.

“In what way?”

“My hearing is amplified, smells are stronger, and I’m more aware of tactile sensations.” As I explained, Letant’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. Silently, he pulled out the medical tricorder he’d grabbed earlier and scanned me. After a long moment, he set it aside and moved to my side.

“E’lev, what can I do to help you?” He’d lowered his voice, likely out of consideration for my condition, which simultaneously made things better and worse. My ears hurt a little less, but this new register was gravelly and sinful, making me close my eyes as I felt a new gush of warmth between my legs. “You have a fever and elevated levels of hormones. Are you experiencing other symptoms that you haven’t mentioned?”

“Let’s just get the thrusters working so we can get off this planet,” I rasped as I stepped around him and got a tool kit. Focusing on anything would be difficult, but it would be better than throwing myself at a man like Letant.

I wanted him, oh, I wanted him desperately - I felt like I’d go crazy if he didn’t see though my act and fuck me soon - but he flirted with anything that moved. It was more likely that if I made a move, he’d tell me politely that he preferred prettier women...dabo girls like Hartla and Leeta, not officers like me. The idea that he could want someone like me was a childish fantasy, but...I wasn’t ready for it to end. Not yet.

The last few days had felt like a dream. He’d even seemed like he was letting his guard down in a sincere way. I wasn’t quite ready to give that up. His feelings might not be genuine, but mine were. I knew I’d have to wake up and face reality one day, but this trip had allowed me to push that sobering thought aside for a while.

As we worked on the downed systems, I was acutely aware of his proximity. Every time he moved, my stomach clenched and the traitorous heat between my legs got worse. Eventually, the computer pinged, notifying us that the engines were working again.

“Strap in. I’ll start the launch sequence,” I called as I made sure everything we’d brought was secure. Letant double-checked to make sure everything was secure, and within minutes we cleared the atmosphere. Though I didn’t remember doing so until later, I set our course back toward the wormhole and engaged the engines at our maximum speed. I had the distinct impression that whatever that insect had done to me needed to be fixed as quickly as possible.

I had no idea how much time had passed since we launched when a warm, familiar hand landed gently on my shoulder. I tensed involuntarily despite the inherent caution in its owner’s every movement.

“Why don’t you let me take over for a while? I assure you, I’m perfectly capa–”

“Yes, I’m sure you are, but I’m fine,” I cut him off trying to sound as though I was something close to normal again. Letant wasn’t buying it, though. He wasn’t fool enough to believe that I’d dismissed such an intense reaction so quickly.

“You’re not fine. E’lev, you’ve been flying this runabout for hours, and neither of us has any idea how your condition might affect you,” the Senator said reaching over and activating the autopilot system. “Overexertion could be lethal, and I am not prepared to lose you.”

“Letant, for fuck’s sake, I’m–”

“You are ill, I outrank you, and I am giving you a direct order, Lieutenant.” I turned my seat to face him, scoffing all the while.

“You can’t give me a direct order, Senator. You’re not a Starfleet officer. I’m staying right fucking here!” As soon as the assertion left my lips I knew it was the wrong thing to say. I tried to swivel my chair back to face my work station, but Letant caught it effortlessly in one hand. His damnable Romulan strength allowed him to keep it stationary with barely more than a thought. Slowly, he rose to his feet and leaned in close enough to brace his other hand on the back of my seat, effectively caging me in.

“I may not be a member of your precious Federation, but I am responsible for your safety!” I’d seen the Senator irritated before, even close to anger, but the passion burning in his eyes had me frozen squarely in place, pinned by his gaze. “You will get yourself cleaned up, lie down in your bunk, and get some rest. Argue with me again, and I will toss you over my shoulder and tie you to your bed until we return to the station. Is that clear?”

The low, velvety caress of his voice contrasted with the harshness of his tone, and suddenly, I couldn’t decide whether I was intimidated or more turned on than I’d ever been in my life. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I acknowledged that it was a particularly potent combination of both.

Undoubtedly mistaking my silence for fear, Letant’s gaze softened, and he cupped my face in both his hands. Silently, gently, he touched my forehead lightly with his, and his next words came out barely above a whisper.

“You know...surely, you must know that I’m doing this to keep you safe...?”

Covering his fingers with mine, I tried to steady my breathing. He was so close to me, and he smelled so good! Every inhale filled me with more desperation, especially when I contemplated how easy it would be to kiss him, but I hoped beyond hope that I wasn’t being too obvious despite our proximity.

Realizing I’d been silent for too long, I swallowed and forced myself to take a breath.

“I trust you, Letant. I always will,” I murmured. I hoped he would never question the reason behind my certainty. He pulled back just far enough to allow me to get shakily to my feet. “I’ll do as you ask, but just this once.”

With a small, fond smile, he brushed a bit of hair behind my ear.

“We’ll see about that, e’lev.” With that parting tease out in the open, I walked - or rather, stumbled - into the aft section of the runabout.

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By the time that the dirt had sloughed off me in the sonic shower, I had to concentrate very hard stay upright. I was exhausted. First, the crash, then the walk through the woods, and the sting...it had been a long day.

The heat between my legs had intensified even further, leaving me shaking as I leaned against the wall of the sonic shower. The coolness against my overheated skin made me moan. The sound came out much louder than I’d intended, and I hoped that Letant hadn’t heard me.

Letant. Just thinking about him sent a fresh wave of slick dripping from my center. He wouldn’t know as long as I was quiet, would he?

Dipping my fingers between my legs, I was forced to slap a hand over my mouth at how good the friction felt. Against my better judgment, I brought myself to a quick, mostly-quiet orgasm, stifling my moans the best I could.

I could finally breathe a little easier once I’d blown off a bit of steam. One tiny little orgasm wasn’t going to be sufficient to make everything stop. I could tell. But it had given me the relief and clear mind that I needed to be able to go through the rest of my nightly routine and crawl into my bunk.

Rest, however, was thin on the ground. The heat that had been plaguing me in ever-building waves kept me tossing and turning in search of comfort. As I faded in and out of consciousness, brief flashes of dreams flitted across the insides of my eyelids. 

Hell, I even dreamed that Letant came to check on me, once. The quiet, familiar beeping of the medical tricorder seemed distant and hazy compared to the soft, affectionate caress on my cheek. He whispered that word he’d been saying all through this trip: ‘e’lev.’ It felt important. Everything about this dream felt important, but I couldn’t place my finger on the reason, choosing instead to allow myself to fall back into my troubled, achy sleep.

When I finally gave up on sleep several hours later, I was covered in sweat. My own natural lubricant dripped down my thighs once more, and I was forced to get in the sonic shower again just to become halfway presentable. I didn’t bother with a uniform when I got out. Opting instead for comfortable set of clothes, I walked shakily toward the runabout cabin.

I paused and leaned against the wall for support, contemplating how I was supposed to beat this, but in that short span of time I managed to catch Letant’s attention.

He looked thoroughly surprised to see me standing upright in my condition, but truth be told, he looked a little worse for wear himself. The Senator looked haggard, as if he hadn’t slept yet. And there was worry in his eyes - so much concern that I hadn’t seen from him before.

“You should be in bed,” he croaked as he got to his feet. Not giving him the chance to herd me away, I took a few determined steps forward.

“I’m fine,” I rasped, but he didn’t look at all convinced.

“E’lev, why won’t you tell me what’s wrong? I know you’re experiencing more than you’ve let on. If you tell me, I might be able to help yo–”

“You can’t, okay?!” He looked surprised by my outburst. Hell, I was surprised by my outburst. “You can’t help me, because I feel like I’m going to scratch my skin off if I don’t...if...”

A stab of pain and arousal wound through my abdomen, silencing my protests. Wrapping my arms around my middle, I dropped to my knees and tried to breathe through the sensation. Nothing I’d done had helped so far. Fingering myself in the bathroom had given me temporary relief, but as soon as I came in close proximity with Letant again, the almost uncontrollable lust had returned stronger than before. It had only grown since the sting, and now I was left a trembling, humiliated mess on the floor in front of the Senator.

“Do you think you’ve been successful in your efforts to hide your condition from me?” The question wasn’t accusatory, but I still looked away as he knelt in front of me and grasped my shoulders. “Because your pheromones gave you away the moment I tried sucking the stinger and venom from your neck.”

I looked up at him in alarm, but all that met me was a warm, gentle smile.

“You knew?”

“Of course, I did. Between that and your scent in the shower, it has been quite obvious that you are in need of some intimate attention,” he said, and my face burned. “If you truly have no desire to allow me to help you, I will respect your wishes and leave you in privacy, but over the time I’ve known you, I always felt there was...more to our interactions. If I was mistaken about my interest being mutual, I sincerely apologize, but if I was right...please, allow me to alleviate your suffering.”

“Are you doing this out of pity?” Letant looked scandalized by the mere suggestion. “Why would you be attracted to me when there are women who are so much...well, more?”

“No, I’m not doing this out of pity! My interest in you has always been genuine. I thought you of all people would’ve realized that by now, e’lev,” he said cupping my cheeks softly and looking into my eyes. Instead of mirth, all I found this time was sincerity and affection. “Why would I waste my time with anyone else when perfection is right here in front of me? None of them are you.”

His lips covered mine, and I stopped thinking altogether. Surrendering to the sensation, my eyelids fluttered closed, and I clutched at the front of his tunic. As though a switch had been flipped, I gave in. Letant was all I’d wanted for a long time.

Before I even realized I’d moved, I pulled him closer and practically started climbing him. A gentle laugh reverberated through his chest as he caught my waist, and I nibbled my way down the side of his jaw.

“Desperate, are we? Don’t worry, my eager girl. I’m going to help you,” he murmured lifting me into his arms. As he carried me toward the bunk in the aft section, I clung to him, trailing my lips across his skin in a haze of lust. I’d given in entirely to my raging hormones and my desire, and I needed him to just fuck me already! 

A pained whine escaped me when Letant laid me on the bed and I was forced to release my death grip on his shoulders. Had he decided I was more trouble than I was worth? No, surely he wouldn’t leave me when I needed him this badly.

My worries were silenced when he laid one of his large hands on my upper thigh and allowed it to skim upwards to the utterly doused fabric covering my crotch.

“So beautiful...” His reverent whisper made me arch toward him, praying for more friction than just that of fabric. “You’d let me do whatever I wanted to you, wouldn’t you?”

“Anything. Anything, just please touch me–ah!” My begging morphed into an almost feral sound of pleasure as he tore the crotch of my leggings and dragged his fingertips through my folds. Suddenly I was incredibly grateful to my earlier self for choosing to forego underwear. That was the wisest choice I’d made all week.

“Hush, I won’t leave you unfulfilled,” he promised, slipping one, then two fingers inside of me. Clutching the bedsheets frantically, I found myself lost in his gaze. Hunger, passion, and potent confidence drew me to him like a moth to a flame. It was painfully obvious, now, that Letant’s earlier insinuation about having good reasons to be confident in his abilities was absolutely true. 

Had I a scrap of dignity left, I would’ve been irritated at that revelation. As it was, all I could manage was a series of desperate moans and pleas as the Senator curled his fingers within me. In an embarrassingly short amount of time, I was arching off the bed and gushing around his digits. 

Letant murmured quiet praises that made a small, quiet part of myself roar with pride at having earned his compliments. He leaned down to kiss me, and almost without conscious thought, I maneuvered him beneath me and started tugging at his clothing. There need to be less separating us. I needed the hardness tenting his pants inside me now!

The next few moments were a blur of clothes sailing away from the bed, and finally - finally - I was able to sink down on his length. The tightness of his grip on my hips spoke to his own growing need for this coupling. We were both beyond words when I began to ride him in earnest. He sat up beneath me and wrapped an arm around my waist, even as his free hand tangled its way into my hair.

Our labored breathing sounded so right. This was what we’d been missing all this time. When I finally tipped over the edge into another orgasm, the last of my lover’s restraint snapped, and he shoved me onto my back amidst the sheets.

Resuming his place between my legs, Letant looked positively feral as he set out to prove why Romulans made superior mates. He gave me everything: powerful thrusts, hungry growls, and an orgasm intense enough to make my voice go hoarse when I called his name.

The fires ignited by the venom in my veins finally cooled when a shattered moan poured from his throat and his seed filled me in hot spurts. Bliss and tranquility blanketed every cell in my body as he rained featherlight kisses across my mouth and cheeks. This was heaven.

Letant maneuvered us into a much more comfortable position, murmuring that I should rest. His voice melted into a delicious hum that In was too boneless and satiated to comprehend, but it was alright. Everything was alright. He’d protect me.

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The first sensation I became aware of when I awoke was the gentle, affectionate caress of warm fingers across my back. Still wrapped solidly in the comforting embrace of a Romulan Senator, I let myself float leisurely back to the realm of consciousness. There was no rush. We were still a long way from the wormhole and Deep Space Nine.

Stirring slowly, I tilted my head just far enough to press my lips against Letant’s neck, prompting a low hum from deep in his chest.

“I take it you’re feeling better?” The Senator asked, and I let out an affirmative sound as I snuggled farther into his arms. “I thoroughly enjoy this version of you, you know...the one who isn’t pushing me away.”

Guilt wormed its way through me as I recalled all the instances where I hadn’t believed he was sincere in his flirtations.

“I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, e’lev. You were protecting yourself,” he murmured pressing his lips against my forehead in a gentle kiss. “I do want you to know, though, that for as long as I live, I will be yours. Assuming you’ll have me, of course.”

Pushing myself up far enough to look into his eyes, I traced my fingertips down the bridge of his nose and over the softness of his lips. Then, without my permission, the words I’d held inside of me for so long finally poured out.

“I love you, Letant.” The smile he gave me as he flipped me onto my back and hovered over me was the most glorious sight I’d ever witnessed.

“I think you know how I feel about you, but just in case the idea needs reinforcing: I will love you until all the stars in the universe go out,” the Senator promised before catching my lips in a tender kiss that inevitably deepened into something more. He practically dragged himself down my body, lips trailing in his wake, eyes burning into my soul, pausing only when he was far enough to lift my legs over his shoulders. The mischief in his eyes told me everything I needed to know about what he was planning.

“Letant, you...don’t have to–”

“Oh, but I want to. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to taste you,” he crooned as he kissed his way up my thighs. “Your pheromones are so strong that every time you enter a room, you’re all I can think about...all I can imagine...all I desire. I’ve fallen asleep so many times with the memory of your scent lingering in my mind that I almost always wake up so hard that it fucking hurts.”

I moaned before I could stop myself, but Letant was undeterred. Trailing his lips up my inner thigh, he made every move with intention and tenderness enough to convince me that he actually had imagined us like this before. When his eyes met mine, it hit me that the emotions he spoke of weren’t just a womanizer’s bluster, they were real.

He loved me as much as I loved him.

And apparently he was going to make quite certain that I never questioned the sincerity of his feelings for me again.

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Romulan Words:

e’lev = darling

Deihu = Senator

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I Can't Help, Falling In Love With You

Pairing: Senator Letant x gen!reader Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Words: 0.9K Summary: Sometimes just a fraction of a moment in peace with the person that counts the most in the whole universe can sooth the mind of one troubled soul. Song: I can't help falling in love with you, by Elvis Presley

Letant loved his profession and he had never made much of a secret of it. It excited him and made his blood boil, in a positive sense, to argue, to compromise, which at best worked out in his favour, and to see his achievements blossom before him. It had, to the surprise of many, nothing to do with ego or arrogance. He honestly enjoyed it when he could help and that service was then also in favour of the Empire.

On the other hand, Letant didn't want to fool himself. His work was not easy. He was often away from home because he had to stay late at the Senate or even travel across the galaxy, and the amount of overtime he worked took on such a mass of digits that he didn't even want to think about it. It weighed on him, though not as much as it did his spouse.

They tried their best not to let it show, to keep him from feeling guilty, but he knew of their grief. He could see the sad, if well-hidden, glimmer in their eyes when they said goodbye to him when he had to leave again. He could see the incredible relief on their face when he returned to them unharmed, knowing that he had once again survived a day in this profession that had already cost the lives of many. But much more he could feel it himself when he took their hand in his, when he pressed a kiss against their temple or let his hands run up and down their arms.

They missed him, they cared about him and didn't want to let him go. And all because they had fallen in love with him.

Letant still did not know what had earned him this honour, but he had already known when he had seen them standing on the promenade and had managed to make the changeling in charge of security laugh that they were special.

However, as he now turned his gaze to his right where they were still curled deep in slumber in the blanket, their head resting on his chest, he knew he was thanking all the elements to be able to have them with him. Individual rays of light filtered into their bedroom through the curtains, bathing them in a brilliant golden light, which emphasised their calm features, and Letant gently stroked their hair. Birdsong, which his mate said was similar to that of a song thrush, sounded from outside and he looked at them lovingly.

These were the moments he lived for and through which he knew he had done everything right in his life. Well, maybe not everything, but everything that had led him to this moment. Letant appreciated these moments, the moments when he could take a deep breath and just enjoy the presence of them without worrying about what would come next and what hurdles he had to overcome. Now, at this moment, he could be perfectly content to lie in their bed, his partner in his right arm, a book in his left hand and stroking their hair from time to time.

Absently, he had started humming softly, which he hadn't noticed right away because he had been doing it subconsciously. Now, however, when he became aware of it, he also recognised the melody he was humming to himself.

It was an old Earth song that they had taught him. He wasn't normally a big supporter of earth music, but he had to admit that he was quite fond of it, not because of the artist or the song itself, but more because of the moments when he had heard it.

Letant remembered that the song had floated up from one of the restaurants to the promenade when he had first seen them. By chance, it was also playing when he asked her out, on their first date, on their second, on their third, until it had become their song. It played in the background in their quarters when they first kissed, he had let it play when he asked for their hand in marriage and eventually they had even danced to it at their wedding.

So no, earth music was still not something Letant appreciated. The memories he associated with that song, however, were immeasurably valuable to him.

He didn't know exactly how long he lay there, reading the book, humming their song on an endless loop while his right hand slid over their hair, though they seemed to be slowly waking up too, because at some point, soft singing started to sound from beside him. It was sleepy and a little slurred and they couldn't for the life of them hit all the notes, but that didn't matter. They were there with him, to enjoy this moment of peace.

„Wise men say Only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you Shall I stay? Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you?“

Letant pressed a kiss to their forehead and slowly turned back to his book, but he did not stop humming under any circumstances, which encouraged them not to interrupt their singing either.

He smiled slightly as he sensed the calmness of their mind. Letant might not always be at home and perhaps he would die in the line of duty, however he knew that it was worth these moments, these small moments, just fragments in this vast universe that seemed to have no meaning. Letant knew that wherever he might be, he would always call a place home and could always find refuge in two arms.

Always.

„Take my hand Take my whole life, too For I can't help falling in love with you For I can't help falling in love with you.“

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@bigblissandlove1 still not sure, if you want to be tagged in all Star Trek stuff, so I'm just gonna do it

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Ok, this is inspired by Falling Feels Like Flying by @penguinwithitsarseonfire

Again, I blame @deepspacedukat

Pairing: Letant x reader

Warning: none, just sadness

Synopsis: Chasing someone who is a flight risk can be dangerous. Like Icarus, Letant learned not to fly to high when his wings couldn’t keep up

The Fall

You were a lieutenant, a member of Deep Space Nine's crew. A flight risk, some of your colleagues would call you.

As soon as he saw you for the first time, his first instinct was to ask who she was. There was something about this lieutenant that drew him to you more than any other before you. The Ferengi bartender raised an eyebrow and cautioned him.

“You're going to need a lot of luck with that one. She’s a flight risk.” He warned.

A scowl escaped Letant's lips. He considered it impossible for a Starfleet Officer, particularly a human one, to be so irresponsible.

The Ferengi smirked as if challenging the Senator to see for himself. If he declined such a challenge, what kind of Romulan would he be?

He pursued you relentlessly since then, determined to make sure you understood the impact you had on his life. Letant hoped that his passionate words would enter her heart, each filled with metaphor and emotion.

Although their relationship blossomed into something stronger, there was no escaping the fact that you could just take flight any moment.

“She’ll never settle down, you know? This girl is a flight risk, after all” Odo grunt when he noticed the Senator staring at you

Letant just waved off his concern; he knew you too well.

In the meantime, he and those around him realized that you were ready to take flight alongside the Romulan. An indecent desire to flee shatters the hearts of a full-grown adult. There wasn't much surprise among the crew. Of course you’d like to take off, so you joined Starfleet.

Letant, of course, was on Cloud Nine. His Romulan pride reverberated wherever he went. Regardless of everything, you choose to be with him. In Romulus, you seemed closer and closer to making the planet your home, and Letant would look at you like no one could take this away from him. You just smiled at him.

—

You could feel Vreenak’s eyes on you. He and Letant were having a chat across the room, but it wasn't like you were paying attention to them.

“She is a flight risk’’ his friend’s voice was severe.

Letant paid no heed to his words. His friend should know that you wouldn’t fly away from him. Not when you two just started your lives.

Unwittingly, Letant spent every waking moment trying to keep his human close; ensuring you stayed deep-rooted by his side, no matter what occurred. However, as time went on, his attempts only served to increase your burgeoning wanderlust, pushing her farther away than ever before. Every attempt to control or tame this flight risk only strengthened your resolve to seek out more adventure.

The senator begged you not to leave until you'd at least given love a chance. Witnesses watched in awe as a proud Romulan thoroughly mixed intellectual tenderness with heartfelt passion. Despite his efforts, though, it seemed as if fate wanted them apart as every time you took flight again, chasing that pappy pipe dream of yours.

He would have resigned himself to merely being infatuated by this volatile woman if he hadn't encountered you yet again after months of searching. Overcome by joy, he rushed towards you like a hurricane and swept you off your feet. The euphoria Letant felt then was like nothing else he'd experienced before. You two spent what little time you had together dancing under the stars and talking late into the night. Somehow, even these brief moments managed to bring out the best in both of you, proving just how powerful your connection was. Inevitably, you left once again, but this time, you promised to come back for him when you were ready.

As the days went by without your return, his faith began to falter. However, despite all odds, you eventually came back. He realized why he couldn't write down his feelings for you - because this kind of love only existed at the moment, freed from language or rules. That spark between you burned brighter than any words ever could and it's still alive, long after you've said goodbye again.

Letant had never felt such intense emotions before in his life. It was a mixture of anxiety and bliss, with the certainty that it would soon be gone all too quickly. He couldn't explain why, but he was deeply in love with someone who could easily fly away from him at any moment; someone who felt like a bird in a cage whenever she stayed too long somewhere.

He kept insisting that if you just stopped long enough, you'd realize how much you shared and stay put for good. But even though there were moments when your connection seemed factual, something within you remained untouchable, enigmatic, and constantly tugging you away like an invisible force. Yet despite this looming inevitability, the Senator clung on desperately to whatever scraps of joy you could share. In those brief moments of clarity, he wished fervently that perhaps one day you might anchor yourself again without hesitation and choose to remain forever. Until there, there'll be the oath. To protect his heart, or what was left of it. To be a proper Romulan senator like he never was or could be. And he’ll do fine, he always does, before he finds you again. And there he’ll go again, breaking his oath. Whereas Letant is left wondering what could have been and dreaming of the day when you might come back into his life, the Romulan was curled up in a grip when he was you.

[maybeamultiverse]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Letant (Star Trek)/Reader, Romulan/Human Characters: Letant (Star Trek), Reader, Julian Bashir

You're a medic working at DS9 as the Dominion War rages on, feeling disheartened and isolated when you accidentally bump into a particular high-ranking Romulan visitor to the station. Like you, he worries that this seemingly impossible, daunting war might consume him. So, why not indulge in the meantime? Senator Letant (DS9) x Reader. Shameless smut.

VERY NSFW SORRY QUEENS <3

[deepspacedukat]

Dripping With Affection

I mean...were you expecting me to leave my Romulan husband off of my SoC list? I'll take any excuse to write about Letant. Enjoy!

Day 26: Come Marking

SoC prompt list here. SoC Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Letant (ST:DS9) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Romulan sex, established relationship, slight jealousy (kind of?), possessive language, possessive behavior, come marking, dom!Letant, sub!reader, risk of getting caught, quickie, sex on a desk.

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I could feel his glare from across the room. As palpable as the sun's rays, my husband's emotions were just as blatantly visible today as they were the day we met. I had to force myself to take a sip of my drink to hide my amused smile.

Letant had stepped away for barely a moment to speak with one of his colleagues about a private little war - political, of course - kissing my cheek and promising to return shortly. Almost as soon as he parted from me, a man's voice had sounded from beside me. Because of the high number of government officials present at this state gathering, there was plenty of security, so I wasn't exactly alarmed to find myself face-to-face with someone I didn't immediately recognize.

"My goodness, what is a lovely lady like yourself doing alone?" A rather short, plump Romulan man with cold, roving, steel-gray eyes offered what felt like a faux smile. "Perhaps I should keep you company. After all, it wouldn't do for your head to be turned by the wrong person."

I hadn't wanted to humor this stranger - in fact, I wanted to slap him for being so presumptuous - but for the sake of my husband's political career and reputation, I had to be as diplomatic as I could. Attempting to laugh off his comment in an airy, casual sort of manner, I stated that my husband hadn't left me without my own means of protection.

Though the man didn't disengage, he seemed a little more subdued, opting to make conversation rather than push his luck. He was well-behaved...for a little bit, at least. I glanced up at one of the many clocks around the room, which had been set up to keep the many officials there on schedule, and found that I'd been talking with him for twenty minutes.

How long could one man talk? I'd mostly tuned him out, nodding silently at his comments without really processing them, but something he said brought me back from my bored stupor.

"You know, if your husband doesn't come back soon, I may just have to take you off his hands. He doesn't deserve such a patient partner. How often does he leave you alone?"

My mouth dropped open, and I had no doubt that surprise was written all over my face - not at the man's second attempt at flirtation, but at his brazenness. To even imply that he'd try something like that with a Senator's wife was one thing, but to state it outright as he'd just done...oh, Letant would rip him apart.

Allowing a cold, disbelieving smirk to stretch my lips, I tilted my head slightly and addressed him.

"Are you actually foolish enough to believe that you'd survive that?"

"Survive what, my love?" Relief barrelled through me when Letant's arms encircled my waist from behind and drew me back against his torso. The man who'd been bothering me suddenly looked considerably paler than before, and his smile seemed quite brittle. "Have you been blustering again, Rakor? How sad. I thought you'd moved past your need to overcompensate for your stature."

A huff of laughter escaped me as Letant nuzzled the space behind my ear.

"If you'll excuse us, I need a word with my wife." The Senator didn't even pretend to wait for an answer, choosing instead to whisk me out the double doors, down the hall, and into a small, empty office in the span of what felt like barely a breath. Cupping my face gently, Letant gazed into my eyes. "You looked uncomfortable speaking with him. Tell me what happened."

What could I do but obey? As I spoke, I watched his expression harden into something dangerous.

"He's fortunate that I didn't snap his neck," he hissed lifting me into his arms. Letant carried me across the room and deposited me atop a desk. "I knew I should've done this before we came here tonight."

Before I could ask what he meant, his lips claimed mine, and I found myself melting beneath his touch. With practiced ease, the Senator tugged the hem of my dress up and brushed his fingertips over my lace-covered vulva. The intensity of his passion coupled with the movements of his skillful, dexterous fingers had me drenched and arching into his touch within mere moments.

I opened my mouth to beg, but before I could utter a syllable, voices sounded from just outside the door. We both froze until the noisy conversation had moved out of earshot, but he didn't move away. If anything, he seemed more determined.

"Anyone could walk in–"

"Yes, they could, but we both know you enjoy this kind of risk," he murmured grasping my jaw as the hand between my legs slipped beneath my panties. He wasted no time, slipping two fingers inside my embarrassingly slick entrance and curling them with precision.

My mate was always passionate, but as he moaned against my neck, I could tell that this desire ran deeper, delving into a much rarer, more primitive sort of hunger. He pulled my pleasure from me in record time, stealing away my screams with a well-timed kiss.

While I was still gasping from my climax, Letant tugged the crotch of my panties to the side, freed his length, and thrust his lok into me.

"So perfect for me, e'lev...such a good girl," he breathed threading his fingers into my hair as he set a fast, unrelenting pace. Smiling against his lips, I recalled how passionate he'd been last night. It wasn't as though there was a lack of opportunity for us to be intimate, yet every time we were drawn to near desperation in our pursuit of pleasure.

Pulling a second orgasm from me as easily as breathing, Letant tilted my head back and watched with relish as I fell apart on his lok. Trembling in his arms, I grasped at his tunic and bit my lip hard to keep myself quiet.

"Whose are you?" His gaze was so intense that it felt as though he was staring into my soul. The grip on the back of my head tightened just a fraction as his hips sped up, chasing his own end.

"Yours," I promised, and Letant muffled a shout against my neck as he reached his peak. The first warm spurt coated my inner walls, but he quickly pulled out and tugged my panties down just far enough to shoot the rest of his come on the inside of the fabric. I couldn't help but whimper when he slipped my underwear back in place. Swallowing the sound with his lips, he hummed contentedly against my mouth.

"There. That ought to remind any overly curious parties to whom you belong," he murmured as he tucked himself away and helped me fix my dress. I got shakily to my feet, and my husband caught my waist to steady me. His lips brushed over my cheek in a barely there kiss. "Careful, now. You're not allowed to collapse. At least, not before I can parade my freshly-scented wife through a ballroom full of dignitaries."

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Praetor's Pride - Part 5

I know it’s been a long time since I updated this fic, but here we are! The planning stage of this fic has taken some turns that I definitely didn’t anticipate, and there’s an idea that I’ve been playing around with that probably won’t happen for several chapters, if it happens at all. I’ll be updating the tags on AO3 with every chapter added (as per usual). I didn’t have a very clear plan for this fic when I started it, so...enjoy the plot bunny fruit salad, I guess lol.

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Part 1 here. Part 2 here. Part 3 here. Part 4 here.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Praetor Hiren (ST:Nemesis) x Reader; Senator Letant (ST:DS9) x Reader; Hiren x Reader x Letant (but most of that won’t happen until later)

[A/N: This chapter alludes to smut and contains innuendo/heavy flirting, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Romulan sex, innuendo, heavy flirtation, vaginal fingering, oral sex (female receiving), exhibitionism, voyeurism, dirty talk, fluff and emotions.

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A low rumble against my neck drew me from my slumber, making me arch into the warmth that caressed me there. When I let out a sleepy little hum, the presence against my neck laughed quietly.

"Sweet, responsive thing." I knew that voice. A smile spread across my lips as I reached for my friend - no, my lover, now. He caught my wrists in his hands and pressed my arms against the pillow on either side of my head. Fluffy black hair, gentle blue eyes, and a soft smile met my gaze when I finally forced my eyes open. "Good morning, my little love."

"Hi there," I murmured to the Romulan Senator braced above me. Letant's hips were slotted between my legs, allowing me to feel his morning interest. "Mmm, you're dangerous, Senator. I could get used to waking up like this, y'know."

"That would be a shame, wouldn't it? Waking up in my arms every morning, being pampered within an inch of your life..." he crooned trailing his lips slowly from my neck to the corner of my mouth. "How would you ever cope with such torture?"

"You let me worry about that, handsome," I retorted as I chased his lips with my own. He pulled back with a mischievous smirk. "Do I not get a morning kiss?"

"Only if you ask politely." His eyes sparkled with glee as I tried and failed a second time to steal a kiss. He let out a quiet 'tsk' and shook his head minutely. "Now, now, there's no sense in being stubborn. All you have to do is ask for what you want."

What could I do but obey?

"Please, Senator, have mercy. May I have a kiss?" I blinked coquettishly up at him, but all I got in return was a mischievous smirk.

"You see? That wasn't too painful, was it?" Rolling my eyes playfully, I turned my head to look out the window, but Letant was having none of it. One of his hands grasped my jaw and turned me back toward him as he claimed my mouth in a kiss. He was so tender that it brought tears to my eyes. The fullness of his affection for me was still a shock when he allowed it to wash over me. I'd always been his, hadn't I? "How angry do you think your superiors would be if I were to keep you here? I could, you know. It would be easy to claim that it was on the Praetor's orders...Hiren wouldn't object to your presence, I'd wager."

With a wistful sigh, I caressed his fingers, pulling a low, hungry moan from his throat.

"I wish you could, but I have commitments..."

"How long will your next assignment be?" Letant's voice dripped with longing. I wasn't ready to face the prospect of being away from him, yet, but I still answered.

"Two and a half months. I'll be on Vulcan–" my lover made a little noise of discontent as he left a mark over my collarbone, "–but there's a conference on Deep Space Nine in three months' time. There's supposed to be a Romulan delegation in attendance..."

"Then I'll be there. I don't care what strings I have to pull. I'm not passing up the chance to be with my mate again," he swore looking into my eyes. "Hiren will want to be there, as well. We'll both use our influence to make sure we're present for you."

"Well, let's see how he behaves at dinner tonight before we tell him. Deal?" Letant nodded his head quietly and let out a small huff of laughter. "What?"

"Hiren is a good man, and I do hope he is worthy of being out third, but...there's a small, selfish part of me that hopes he makes an ass of himself tonight so that I can share your bed alone on the station," he murmured. "Although...I must admit that it would be pleasant to wake up to the sight of you taking the Praetor's lok first thing in the morning..."

The idea sent heat spreading over my face.

"Oh, you like the sound of that, do you?" He asked as his tip glided through my folds, catching on my entrance and making us both gasp at the sensation. Everything was still so new with him. "So do I. You'd have two husbands to please you...to fill you..."

Once he hilted himself inside me, we didn't make it out of bed for several more hours.

As I was dressing to return to the ship and attend my only meeting of the day, Letant wrapped his arms snugly around my waist.

"I'll fetch you for dinner a bit early, alright?" He asked nipping at my shoulder, and I leaned back in his grasp, savoring the feeling of being surrounded by him. I'd have to wear something with a higher collar than normal. The Senator had done a superb job of marking his territory, but that didn't mean I wanted to flash my newly acquired hickeys to the Starfleet brass.

"I take it you'd like a little solo attention before Hiren arrives?" I asked as his teeth worried a spot he'd been favoring all morning. "At least the Vulcans won't be able to see that one under the robes I'll be forced to wear. I can't say the same about the rest, though."

"Oh dear. The evidence of a gorgeous woman having been pleased and treasured by her mate will undoubtedly scandalize them to no end," he crooned sounding not the least bit sorry as his lips spread into a wide smile against my neck. "Perhaps that will make them a little less stoic..."

He let out a mischievous laugh, nipping at my skin before speaking again.

"While I would very much enjoy having you all to myself before the Praetor arrives, I had a slightly different motive in mind," he murmured nuzzling my hair softly.

"Oh? And what might that be?"

"A conversation..." Letant sounded just as hesitant as he had when he'd confessed his feelings the day before.

"Ah. Have you held back more information?" I asked turning in his arms. He winced very slightly, giving me my answer.

"It's entirely optional, but typically, in soliciting a third, the original pair make some...display of their affections for each other," he explained, and I tilted my head curiously. "It's usually sexual in nature..."

Oh. Sexual posturing. Was that all?

"And why do I need to know that for tonight in particular?"

"Usually, this display is made the first time that the full triad spend significant time together, but, as I said, it's entirely optional," he soothed skimming his hands up and down my arms. "If for any reason you're not comfortable, the three of us can simply have a lovely evening together, instead. You're not Romulan, e'lev. Hiren and I would never force you to participate in anything that troubles you. I doubt he's even dared to hope that something like that will happen tonight."

Letting out a quiet sigh, I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"My darling, I understand that Romulans don't tend to volunteer information, but in instances regarding our relationship, it might be helpful if I had more information than less," I said placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "Your culture and customs regarding this entire process are totally new to me. I feel like I'm floundering as it is."

"Duly noted, e'lev," Letant muttered nuzzling my nose with his. "Oh, I don't look forward to parting with you tonight. Having you here on ch'Rihan with me has been like living in a dream. I never imagined that I'd be fortunate enough to wake up with the light of the Romulan sun pouring over your beautiful body."

"Do you know how many times I imagined what your home might be like without allowing myself even the slightest hope of ever seeing it in person? I never thought I'd actually get a chance to spend time here with you." At my musing, the Senator's grip on me tightened somewhat.

"And...do you like it enough to stay?" I looked at him curiously at his tentative, hopeful question. "I realize you have several commitments to keep before you'd be able to, but...would you be open to living here with me? Or perhaps with the Praetor, if he proves worthy? I'm sure the Federation will require diplomats who are willing to be stationed on ch'Rihan since our governments are at peace, and it takes a very special type of person to be able to tolerate us. I could pull some strings...have you assigned here, if you like? If not, I am more than willing to follow your lead, e'lev."

Allowing a smile to spread slowly over my lips, I nodded my head.

"I'll fulfill my current obligations, but I won't commit to any new ones," I said watching as joy filled his countenance. "Either as a diplomatic posting or as a civilian, I should be able to make such a move in, uh...I'd guess something like eight months, give or take. We can play it by ear until then."

I'd barely gotten the question out when Letant caught my lips in a passionate kiss.

"You won't regret it, I promise." I'd never seen him quite this happy before. Between the color in his cheeks and the sparkle in his eyes, he was absolutely radiant! I could hardly believe I was his. "Now, you'd better run along before I say 'to hell with decorum' and decide to keep you here."

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After three and a half hours in a meeting with several Starfleet Admirals and other diplomats, I had grown weary of pomp, circumstance, and fancy, meaningless words. Admittedly, I had allowed my mind to wander at various points, pondering the ways that tonight might unfold.

Tugging the front clasps of my dress uniform free, I collapsed onto the sofa with a heavy sigh. I'd only allowed my eyelids to flutter closed for a single moment before my door chime sounded.

Whoever it was, they'd simply have to deal with me looking as though I'd just been trampled by an Andorian ox.

"Enter," I called with reluctance, and when my door hissed open, I steeled myself against the possibilities. "Yes, what can I do for you?"

"Have you forgotten our dinner date, e'lev?" Letant's voice drew a sigh of relief from me, but when I processed what he'd asked, my eyes flew open.

"It can't possibly be that late already," I murmured as I watched the Senator walking toward me.

"I'm half an hour early, as we agreed," he said as his eyes skimmed the length of my body. "How long as it been since you got back?"

"A minute, at most." Letant's eyebrows shot up to his hairline.

"What in the stars could they possibly have been discussing for that long?" He asked kneeling beside the sofa and kissing my forehead. Cupping his cheek, I simply shook my head.

"As per usual, there was a lot of hot air but very little substance. Being in the company of two attractive, intriguing Romulans for the rest of the evening will be like a breath of fresh air," I muttered as I finally took in his appearance.

Deep green robes - the color of Romulan passion and love - flowed off his shoulders with silver embellishments adorning the lapels. Peeking out from the neckline of the garment was a sliver of his chest.

"Well, don't you look dashing! What could I possibly have done to deserve such a captivating escort?" Trailing my fingertips teasingly down his neck, I relished the deep, shuddering breath he took as he caught my hand.

"Careful, now. You're entering dangerous territory, especially if you want to be on time to receive the Praetor," he warned in a low, velvety murmur.

The part of me that enjoyed tempting his hunger preened that such a small prod had already gotten a reaction from him.

"Then I should get changed. This dress uniform isn't exactly the most sensual thing in my wardrobe." Giving him a wink as I sat up, Letant's lips spread into a devious smirk.

"Oh, believe me, I know. That little gray number with the black and white accents nearly made an animal out of me last year," he said as he tugged me effortlessly to my feet along with him. I remembered that conference very well, but he hadn't behaved inappropriately. I'd caught his eyes wandering the length of my body a time or two, but I hadn't thought anything of it. "Did you happen to bring it with you on this trip?"

"I did." At my answer, the Senator's arms went around my waist and his smile got even wider - a feat I didn't even think was possible. "Is that what you think I should wear tonight?"

"E'lev, if you do, both Hiren and I will be completely at your mercy. We'll be hanging on your every word. A mere whisper of a suggestion will send us scrambling to please you..." As he waxed poetic, I found myself being guided toward my closet.

Well, that settled one problem, at least. The dress in question was a cool, mid-tone gray with black and white accents woven through the bodice. The garment emphasized all the right curves and flowed gracefully down to just above my knees. By the way that Letant practically helped me out of my uniform, I thought my chances of Hiren finding this dress equally attractive were pretty high.

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Letant and the Ambassador materialized in the entryway of the Senator's home. Mentally, the former noted that Hiren would have arrived a few moments before and was likely patiently waiting for the other two to join him. Letant caught his mate's hand in his just outside the door to his home's lounge, pulling her carefully to a stop. She looked up at him curiously, and it was all he could do to keep himself from kissing her again.

"Remember, you're in complete control of what happens here tonight. If you don't want to go through with the demonstration, or if you want to stop at any time, you need only tell me," he murmured trying to reassure her, and she nodded her head. What had he done to earn such trust? Pressing a soft kiss onto her forehead, Letant escorted her inside.

In the short amount of time that the Ambassador had spent in his home, she hadn't had cause to look in this room. Letant saw her glancing around, noting the warm, inviting atmosphere that he was so proud of having created in the space. The seats were all exorbitantly plush - as was a Romulan commonality - and a fire crackled away in the hearth to one side.

In the subdued lighting, he watched as her eyes were drawn to the windows at the side of the room which stretched from floor to ceiling. He knew the moment she saw him. Her eyes widened, and her lips drew into a small smile. Bathed in the cool moonlight, Hiren stood looking out over the grounds with the same regal air he carried during each and every Senate session and public appearance. The light of the setting sun trickled across his deep blue tunic, creating a sight that even Letant knew his lover would find artistic.

Judging by the way her breath hitched in her throat, he could tell that she cared for him just as much as he did for her. Letant knew it, even if neither of the other two were fully aware yet.

Hiren turned when he heard the door, and as his eyes found the lovely lady holding the Senator's arm, Letant felt the tone of the room shift. The Ambassador looked as though she was caught in a snare - one she'd voluntarily walked into - and Hiren's already soft gaze melted even further as one of his hands lifted to his side, resting over his heart.

"Elements preserve us." His voice came out as a barely audible rasp.

"My thoughts exactly, old friend," Letant murmured, giving his lover's cheek a quick kiss before ushering her farther inside. Once the Praetor had finally taken a slow step forward, the Senator saw his mate stand a little taller as she smiled up at him.

"May I have a closer look at your dress, lhhei?" Hiren asked as he crossed in front of the fireplace. Letant winked at her from the sideboard where he'd moved to pour them all drinks. He watched her walk over to stand in front of the Praetor and take the hand he offered her. An electric sort of expression passed between the two as Hiren grasped her waist lightly with his free hand. "Beautiful...utterly breathtaking just like the lady wearing it."

"Isn't she just?" The blush coloring her cheeks deepened further at Letant's encouragement of Hiren's affections. He sidled over and passed them both glasses of kali-fal - as if the Ambassador hadn't had too much of the stuff already over the last couple of days. Of course, for what they might be doing soon, it was best for her to relax a little. The Senator paused as he handed his lover her glass, raising an eyebrow at her in askance. She smiled in return and gave him a small nod. A tentatively positive start to the evening. "You know, Hiren, the first time she wore this, she was a merciless tease."

"I was not," the lady protested, but Letant shook his head grimly.

"You were. Hiren, I tell you, she strode into that reception hall, and every man there was besotted within an instant," he insisted, and Hiren let out an appreciative little noise at the mental image. "To make matters worse, she barely spared any of us a glance. Such cruel treatment for such ardent admirers..."

"He's exaggerating quite heavily, I assure you," she replied taking a sip of her drink. "I wore that dress specifically to tempt him, and despite my best efforts and obvious flirtations, I found myself no more ravished at the end of the evening than I was at the beginning! The one man I wanted to impress barely even looked my way more than usual. What an utter waste of a good dress. And the Senator calls me cruel..."

She'd worn it to tease him? Mentally, Letant berated himself for not realizing that sooner. He may not have behaved like a lech that evening, but his thoughts had been lightyears from any sort of innocence. He still felt slightly guilty for the sheer amount of times he'd imagined tugging her into the empty corridor outside the banquet hall, pulling the hem of her dress over her hips, and taking her right there where anyone could catch them. He'd been so achingly hard when he'd returned to his quarters that night that he'd been surprised his trousers were still intact.

That was the night he'd resolved to make her his no matter what it took.

"I doubt that I could've been so restrained if I was so sorely tempted," Hiren murmured allowing his eyes to rake down her figure in a leisurely, appreciative path.

"Do not mistake my restraint for a lack of interest," Letant stated tilting his lover's chin so that she was looking into his eyes. "The sight of you in this dress has kept me awake for an obscene amount of nights in my cold, lonely bed."

"That same fate awaits me very soon, dear lady." The Senator's mate blushed at the Praetor's flirtatious words.

"That's assuming you don't find me dull tonight. There's always a chance that one or both of you might be glad that I'm on my way to Vulcan instead of staying here to plague you," she teased. "Anything is possible. You never know, I might turn out to secretly hate Romulans."

Letant couldn't stop himself from scoffing.

"Ah, yes. That must be why you melted so beautifully for me earlier. Falling apart for me over, and over, and over..." He watched with immense satisfaction as she hid her face against Hiren's broad chest.

"It was just a hypothetical example–"

"Oh, of course it was. Yes, your obvious hatred for our kind must be the reason you allowed yourself to be in such an intimate, compromising position with me during our walk yesterday," the Praetor joked, and Letant watched her peek up at him with faux innocence.

"I get the feeling I should be more careful with my words in future conversation." With her free hand resting over his heart, she bit her lip. The man in question swallowed heavily before speaking again in a much quieter voice than before.

"Don't you dare. You're much too fun to tease, sahe'lagge," Hiren murmured.

Before more could be said, however, one of Letant's household staff opened the door to the lounge and announced that dinner was ready and waiting for them in the dining room.

"Ah, thank you," the Senator said, and the three of them made their way down the hall.

Taking in the look of awe and surprise on his mate's face, Letant felt a new sort of wonder about his home that he hadn't in many years. He'd never had the opportunity to view Romulus through the eyes of an outsider, but with the Ambassador experiencing it for the first time, he was beginning to see his planet in a whole new light.

Dinner passed smoothly, the ebb and flow of conversation was completely natural, as if the three of them were destined to be in that exact place at that exact time since the universe first came into existence.

Before long, they found themselves warm, full of food, and thoroughly relaxed in the lounge where the evening had begun. Hiren was in the armchair closest to the fireplace, looking like a king presiding over all he surveyed. The other two were cuddled close to each other on one end of the adjacent sofa.

"You must be joking, dear lady. I cannot picture a woman as well-behaved as you causing trouble enough to be thrown into the brig!" Hiren exclaimed even as Letant let out a snort.

"In my defense, I was goaded into it after a particularly dull conference by this one," she said poking Letant's arm, "whilst more than a little intoxicated."

"Now, Hiren, you don't truly believe I would encourage someone to purposefully misbehave, do you?" He put on his most convincing innocent expression, but both men knew that Hiren wouldn't believe that for a second.

"I would sooner believe that the Tal Shiar was created by Andorians than I would think you innocent of stirring up mischief, Letant," Hiren laughed. "So what exactly did you persuade her to do that got her locked up?"

Letant looked at his lover.

"Unfortunately, I was sworn to secrecy on that matter. Since it was dismissed as a misunderstanding, once I talked the guard into releasing her, the relevant logs were deleted. Our dear lady's embarrassment, however, is as vivid in my memory as our fun this morning," he murmured, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. He looked at her and raised his eyebrows, and she nodded her head with a bashful smile. "In fact, if you're comfortable, perhaps we should give our honored guest a little show...?"

Letant glanced up at the Praetor as the Ambassador set her drink aside and found surprise etched across his face.

"How do you want me?" She asked taking his hand, but the Senator had other plans.

"Why don't we let our guest decide?" Letant posited as he brought her hand to his lips. Hiren sat up a little straighter as they turned their attention to him.

"I'd like to see your eyes, lhhei. If it's alright with you, why don't you take a seat on the Senator's lap facing me?"

"Anything you wish, my Lord Praetor," she said with a seductive wink. Letant smirked as she took her place. His arms wrapped around her waist and nuzzled into the crook of her neck.

"Gorgeous girl," he breathed as his hands began to roam. He wasted no time, caressing her covered breasts and nipping at her neck. Gripping the hem of her dress, Letant did what he'd ached to do since she first paraded herself in front of him wearing it: he tugged it upward, inch-by-inch, until her lacy gray panties were exposed for the Praetor's viewing pleasure.

Once she'd lifted her hips and shimmied them off, Letant whispered a naughty little suggestion that had her smirking almost as deviously as the Senator. Getting briefly to her feet, she sauntered over to Hiren's armchair.

"A souvenir for you, Hiren," she said laying the lacy garment atop his thigh. With a tantalizing brush of her fingertips across the back of his hand, she winked at him and went back to her mate. Letant was pleased to note that the head of the Romulan Empire looked utterly entranced. A deep green blush had blanketed his cheeks.

Perfect.

Within moments, he'd cupped her sex and quite successfully made her beg for his mercy.

Letant's fingers finally plunged into her slick opening, forcing a whine from her throat - pleasure and relief rolled into one desperate little noise. Her hips bucked in an attempt to gain more friction, but the Senator made a disapproving sound.

"Don't let your dress slip down. That's right, grip it tight." He was enjoying this far too much. Her soft backside pressed deliciously against his lok, enticing him into curling his fingers faster. Her hands grasped at his thighs as he drew her ever-closer to the edge of pleasure. Just as she fluttered around his digits, he gripped her jaw and made sure she was facing the Praetor. His lips brushed tantalizingly against her ear. "Scream for us, lovely."

Her eyes locked with Hiren's and she did just that.

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Hiren watched as the Ambassador caught her breath in Letant's arms, and he was in awe. The way her back had arched...the way she'd mewled for more as she looked into Hiren's eyes...

He was undone! It took every ounce of his restraint to rise slowly from his seat and drop to his knees on the floor before her. She was so deep in her post-orgasmic haze that she didn't seem to notice him until he laid his hand lightly on her knee. Her eyelids opened, then, to find him looking up at her with open adoration on his face.

"May I have the honor of cleaning you, lhhei?" He asked from between her spread legs. If she said 'no' he would, of course, have done no more than pass Letant a cloth and return to his seat, but something in the way that she stared right into his soul made him think he might be allowed the honor.

Hiren was certain he looked every bit as desirous and savage as he felt. His pupils were probably severely dilated, and he could feel the sizable bulge straining in the crotch of his pants. To be honest, he wouldn't blame her if she refused him.

She managed a mute nod of her head, and his heart fluttered in his chest just as it had when he'd first caught sight of her this evening.

The Praetor smiled as he pulled a clean handkerchief from his pocket, shuffling closer on his knees until he was able to trail his nose and lips across the soft length of her thighs. He'd intended only to make a show of breathing her scent, but as he approached her fragrant, dripping center, one of her small, gentle hands met the top of his head.

Assuming she wanted him to stop, he looked up at her, but what he found wasn't hesitation. She was biting her lower lip and looking at him hopefully.

"Hiren...please..." Her quiet supplication made his lok throb. She wanted him to...? But that wasn't usually done.

Then again, a traditional Romulan triad didn't usually involve a Human. Glancing to Letant for added permission, Hiren raised an eyebrow. The Senator gave a nod of his head and spread his lover's legs farther to give him better access.

There was no reason Hiren would ever turn down an opportunity to show a prospective mate his prowess. He braced both his hands on her knees and nuzzled her inner thighs as his mouth inched closer to her soaked center. He was going to savor this, and he was going to make damn certain that she did too.

When he finally gave a long, firm lick over her clit, she whimpered so salaciously that Hiren growled lightly against her folds. Oh, she would be the death of him!

"Am I hurting you, lhhei?" He couldn't resist asking the teasing question as he glanced up at the beautiful woman before him. He knew the answer. Of course, he did. She shook her head 'no' but couldn't seem to form the necessary words to accompany her actions. "Use your words for me, lovely. Am I hurting you?"

"N-No, rekkhai," she stammered as Letant nibbled at her earlobe. The Senator allowed his hands to wander the length of her body, grasping and massaging her curves with familiarity and wonder all at once.

"Such a polite girl," Hiren praised before setting to work in earnest between her legs. He relished the way her grip on his hair tightened as he explored her. Her pheromones had been strong when he'd teased her in the palace gardens, but that was nothing compared to this! Letant's mate was no less than absolutely intoxicating.

Taking note of every movement that made her squirm and plead for him, Hiren explored her with all the fervor and enthusiasm that had so quickly built up within him for this Human. The Praetor had loved before, but in accordance with Romulan tradition, since his first mate was lost, it was now his duty - his prerogative and privilege - to love again even more passionately.

As she let out a shout and convulsed on his tongue, Hiren looked up, and–

Oh...

She was a vision!

Arching into Letant's grasping hands and looking down at him with almost surprised ecstasy, the Ambassador came undone from his attentions. The Praetor moaned against her clit, and the vibrations prolonged her orgasm long enough to send her trembling above him. With careful reverence, he guided her through the aftershocks of her pleasure, licking her clean as he did so.

Eventually, he leaned back on his heels and used his handkerchief to clean the remnants of her slick from his face and her thighs. He was just tucking the cloth back in his pocket when gentle fingertips brushed against his cheeks.

Hiren's gaze snapped immediately back up to meet hers, and the sheer level of affection in her eyes when she smiled at him nearly made him tear up. It was obvious, now, that he was very much in danger of falling harder for her than he had for anyone else.

"Thank you, Hiren." Her voice was lower...more relaxed than before, and a surge of pride went through him at that realization.

"No, thank you, e'lev lhhei," he rasped covering her hand with his own for a long, tender moment before carefully righting her dress.

He hadn't expected her to keep with Romulan tradition since she was Human, but she had. And he certainly hadn't expected her to allow him to take care of her like that. Such an honor was usually reserved for much later in the courting journey, specifically for a third who'd already been accepted. Did she even realize what a gift she'd given him? The trust that must have taken on her part...

The Praetor couldn't help but wonder if she'd simply been aroused enough that she didn't care where the stimulation came from, or if she was truly attracted to him. The gentleness with which she'd touched him both before and after he'd pleased her suggested that perhaps there was a chance that it was the latter. He desperately hoped that was the case.

Before he forgot, there was one last thing he needed to do before the night was over.

Moving away from her briefly, he stood and retrieved a small box from the sideboard where he'd placed it earlier in the evening.

"I realize that your ship will depart tonight, so before I lose my chance, I want to make sure that I give you this," Hiren said as walked back over to the sofa. From her place draped across Letant's lap, the Ambassador looked at him curiously. The Praetor sat beside the pair of them and watched her untie the ribbon holding the little green box shut.

Inside was a glass bottle shaped like a larger version of the little flowers that Hiren had shown her in his garden. Her eyes went wide and she looked up at him in surprise.

"Hiren, is this...?"

"Sleeping Sun perfume. You expressed an interest when we were in the garden, and I thought...I realize this isn't much, but I hoped that this might...that you might see fit to remember me as you travel the galaxy to your next assignment," the Praetor murmured. He felt as nervous as a schoolboy with his first crush.

Looking at him with an unspeakably soft expression, she grasped both his large hands in hers and brought them to her lips. Not for the first time, he marveled at the contrast between the two of them. She truly was magnificent!

"Thank you for the perfume, but I hope you know I could never forget such a charming man, Hiren," she whispered, and his heart thudded faster in his side. "I know it'll be a while before we see each other again, but I do hope you'll both write to me until then."

Both men agreed, and she nodded her head as if she had finally decided on something.

"Oh, by the way, if you can manage to get to Deep Space Nine in three months' time, we should be able to spend more time together. Letant can give you all the details, if you're interested," she said, and Hiren smiled wider than he'd thought possible.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world." The Praetor's voice hitched in his throat as she turned his hands over and started tracing sleepy little patterns on his palms. "Should I see myself out so you can rest with your mate?"

"Unless you have somewhere to be, you're more than welcome to stay, old friend," Letant offered nuzzling his partner's hair softly.

By the time the Ambassador beamed up to her starship with a teary farewell to both men, the trio's interactions had become significantly more natural than ever before. Conversation, teasing, flirtation, all were as easy as breathing by the time the two men were left to their own devices.

"I take it you like what you saw tonight?" Letant asked as he poured his friend a glass of water to balance out the kali-fal they'd consumed that night.

"She is incredible. I fear I won't be able to wait three months to see her again," he answered as he absentmindedly accepted the glass. "Letant, tell me truthfully: do you believe this can work?"

"If I didn't, tonight wouldn't have happened."

Hiren admired his friend's confidence. He could only hope that he was right.

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Romulan Words:

e'lev = dear, darling

lhhei = my lady

sahe'lagge = passionflower

rekkhai = sir

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Fixture

Tbh this is one of the days of the SOC fic challenge that I’ve been looking forward to the most. I have no excuse for this level of filth, and y’know what? That’s okay. I did mention some Senators in particular, simply because I had ideas for how they’d react to such a situation. Anyway. Enjoy!

DARK THEMES ARE IMPLIED. PLEASE READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE CONTINUING.

Day 3: Free Use

SoC prompt list here. SoC Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Entire Romulan Senate (DS9 Era) x Reader, Praetor Neral (TNG/DS9) x Reader, Letant (ST:DS9) x Reader, Vreenak (ST:DS9) x Reader, Pardek (ST:TNG) x Reader, Sabrun (Nemesis) x Reader, implied Kimara Cretak (DS9) x Reader x Pardek

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: ***DUBIOUS CONSENT/NON-CON IS IMPLIED. DO NOT CONTINUE IF THAT TRIGGERS YOU*** Interspecies sex, Human/Romulan sex, captive/captors, free use, degrading language, unprotected sex, fingering, woman on top, oral sex (male receiving), exhibitionism, voyeruism, sexual slavery, cock warming, implied threesome.

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In all his years, Pardek had never been so interested in a Senate toy. There had been a few back when he was first appointed, but for several decades, the position had been vacant. Having a Human was a rarity - one that had not been seen since the Earth-Romulan War two centuries prior.

Pardek wasn’t the only one who was intrigued by this woman. Several Senators - particularly the unmarried ones - along with the Praetor made regular use of her. Typically, their sessions began with her lips wrapped around Praetor Neral’s lok. At first, that choice was obviously intended to degrade her. After all, she had been caught spying for the Federation in Romulan territory. Neral had ordered his guards to drag her in front of the Senate to face her crimes.

“The Federation has grown bold in the past few years, now they even send spies into our space, but no more. We will make an example out of this woman,” Neral said as she knelt in chains between his guards in the center of the Romulan Senate floor. She looked resolute rather than frightened, but that changed a moment later. “However, let it not be said that the Romulan Empire is without mercy.”

Confused murmurs and whispers arose from the Senators who had been eagerly awaiting her execution.

“I suggest that we invoke a substitute punishment in place of the usual death sentence. It has been too many years since this distinguished body has had an outlet. I move, Senators, that we make use of this pretty little Human as was done in the previous century,” the Praetor said as he stood and took a few slow steps toward the woman who now looked utterly terrified. “As we carry the burden of ruling the Empire, she will serve as relief for our stress. Using herself in any way we require to perform at our peaks, she will serve the Empire and be an example of where Humans and other members of the Federation belong: at our feet.”

The vote had been overwhelmingly in favor after Neral’s speech. After that day, there hadn’t been a single Senate session where she’d gone untouched. Men like Neral and Vreenak preferred her mouth for the degrading position that it put her in. The latter never even learned her name, he simply called out a gruff, commanding ‘come here, girl’ when he wanted her.

Vreenak was also part of the reason that she’d learned a few words of the Rihan language. He insisted that she thank him in his own language every time he came down her throat. The Senator claimed it was only polite that she do so.

“After all,” he’d explained to her when she’d dared to look confused at his request, “we could’ve tossed you into the Reman mines and allowed those animals to use you. Instead you are allowed to give pleasure to government officials. That honor is not one that a spy is usually afforded.”

Vreenak had gripped her hair particularly roughly, afterwards, making her yelp in pain.

“Now, what do we say?” His deadly quiet tone combined with his authority in the Senate Chamber made her shake.

“Khlinae arhem, Deihu.” She’d stumbled over the words the first few times, but after several repeat performances she sounded as though she’d been born speaking Rihannsu.

Letant had a routine with her, as well, but he made his enjoyment much more obvious. Since he and Vreenak were close friends, the former would often call her over directly after the latter had finished with her. Whispering sultry little words about how cool and impersonal his colleague could be, Letant sought to give her some sort of gentleness as he took his pleasure.

“Your pronunciation is improving, but I’ve heard enough talk. Come here and give me some of those lovely moans.” Brushing her hair out of her face, he’d tilt her chin up and coax her into standing before him. One of his favorite ways to play was teasing her about how wet she’d become. “You were looking forward to this, weren’t you? Don’t worry. I was, too. These sumptuous thighs keep me awake at night...”

As he allowed his hand to wander between her legs, giving her the first real taste of pleasure she’d had all day, he’d pull her off-balance just far enough that she was forced to brace herself on his chest or shoulders. That was a devious, ingenious plan, really. In doing so, he ensured that she was at the perfect angle for him to lean in and latch onto one of her nipples. Some days he’d make her come once before he pulled her onto his lap to fuck her, but more often than not, he felt generous enough to make it twice.

Pardek had asked him about that act of charity one day after the Senate was adjourned, and as they walked together, the younger man had surprised him with his answer.

“She’s no doubt realized by now that she won’t see her home or even her star system again. She’s likely still frightened of us all, and, although some fear can be used to reinforce discipline, I don’t want her to have a coronary on the Senate floor,” Letant had murmured. “Besides, I’ve had a few Terran women in the past. They can be quite enjoyable when properly stimulated. You should try her out, Pardek. She’s wonderfully warm and accommodating.”

There was little the elder Romulan could do but attempt to conceal his blush and hurry off under the guise of being late for a meeting. As he retreated to his own office, Pardek had mulled Letant’s statement over, thoroughly intrigued with the young strategist’s approach to this pretty little Human spy. He had to admit that sex was much more appealing when your partner was willing and unafraid.

The woman’s eyes had flitted his way more than once while she was tending to Praetor Neral’s pleasure at the beginning of each session. He suspected it was due to his seat’s proximity to the man, but that didn’t explain the emotion behind the look that she gave him. Was she afraid of him? But then, she wasn’t afraid of Neral. She hated him, certainly, but he knew what her fear looked like. He saw it every time Vreenak summoned her.

As Pardek watched today’s session unfold from his prestigious seat near the Praetor, Senator Sabrun caught the girl’s gaze after she assisted Letant and summoned her over, offering her a soft smile and one of his hands. Sabrun had only been with her once before, and when a deep green blush colored his cheeks, Pardek surmised that he’d been trying to resist the urge to take her again so soon after their first session.

Several sets of eyes followed her progress as she walked over to him, Pardek’s included. He had to admit that the swish of her nude hips was enticing. What was it about Human women that turned the heads of so many Romulans? Was it their softness? Their scent? Perhaps their eagerness to please their partners?

Coaxing her onto his lap, Sabrun grasped the back of her neck and looked directly into her eyes as she took his lok into her slick, wet slit. The intensity of the moment and each other’s expressions pulled quiet moans from both of them.

Pushing his fingers into her mouth to keep her quiet during deliberations on a legal matter, Sabrun watched her with lust clouding his eyes. She certainly didn’t seem to be afraid of him. Maybe Letant was right and his previous ministrations relaxed her enough that fear no longer possessed her...

He had no idea how long he’d been lost in thought, but when a moan muffled by the fingers in her mouth escaped her, he was brought back to the present just in time to see her riding Sabrun as if both their lives depended on it. Their eyes were locked, and her forehead was nearly touching his. The two clearly had chemistry. Perhaps in a different universe, the two could have been lovers.

She came so hard that Sabrun was pulled along with her almost instantly, and in a flash, Pardek had made up his mind. Once she had recovered her breath and gotten to her feet once more, he met the Human’s gaze and beckoned her over with a wave of his fingers. She looked surprised at his attention, and, honestly, he couldn’t blame her. He’d never availed himself of her services before. With wide eyes, she walked over to him.

The rest of the Senate went quiet when they noted her trajectory. Pardek’s actions and statements were always noted in the Senate given that he’d been a member for over ninety years. When he spoke, it wasn’t rashly or without careful thought, so people tended to listen.

This evening, as he patted his thigh and murmured for her to have a seat, all eyes were on him. Pardek paid them no attention, choosing instead to savor the feeling of her arm slipping over his shoulder to steady herself. His own hands began to roam somewhat slowly, caressing her nude thighs and spreading them for his inspection. Some of the mess that Sabrun had left inside her leaked out of her used and abused slit.

“We shouldn’t let this go to waste, should we?” He asked as he slid his fingers through her folds.

“No, Deihu.” Her voice shook as she spoke. Again, Pardek couldn’t blame her. She knew little of him besides his serious, quiet countenance. His attitude when combined with his stature - he wasn’t a small man by any means - doubtlessly served to intimidate her.

As he pushed some of his colleague’s seed back inside her and curled his fingers experimentally in her depths, she bit her lower lip. The pleasure that gradually filled her eyes made Pardek smirk with pride. He’d had more than his share of sexual experiences over the years, and he was eager to see how well his knowledge applied to Human women.

She let out a little whimper as he pulled his fingers from her depths and moved to free his length from his robes. She even reached for it, but he caught her wrist. There was a pause, then. As her eyes met his, he noted that there was no longer any fear. Brimming with curiosity, she tilted her head in askance, waiting for instruction. Silently, he maneuvered her in his lap as easily as he would a toy. Pardek let out a deep groan as she sank down on his lok, one which was echoed by a gasp from her at his size.

Oh, now he understood the appeal!

Looking out at the rest of the Senators as Pardek pulled her back against his chest, she let her head drop backwards onto his shoulder. He had to admit that the sensation of her stretching to accommodate him as her body melted against him was addictive and like nothing he’d ever felt before.

“Good girl,” he breathed against her ear. He held her hips in place with one hand and brought the other between her legs to rub at the little bundle of nerves that the others had taken such joy in discovering. Since the session was almost over for the day, Pardek would use her to warm his lok until they adjourned.

Afterwards, well...there were many possible activities that a man of his experience could dream up for a pretty little toy like her. Given the attention they had already drawn, he suspected they’d have an audience for their activities, as well. Even Kimara was watching them with rapt interest. Hm...perhaps he should invite her to join in...?

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A note for those who are wondering who Senator Sabrun is:

Sabrun was in Star Trek: Nemesis. Since Senator Sabrun wasn't officially named in the dialogue of the film in which he appeared, I'm talking about the Romulan played by John Berg. His Memory Alpha page is here. His character wasn't given a name in the initial script, and he originally had a speech in the film that was later deleted. Sabrun got his name from the Star Trek Customizable Card Game.

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Romulan words:

Khlinae arhem = thank you (inferior to superior)

Deihu = Senator

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Distracted

The writer’s block has been rough the last couple of days. The most I’ve been able to write has been a couple of sentences, so I consider this little diversion a win. I didn’t plan on writing this. It just happened. I used gender neutral pronouns since this is just a quickie fluff drabble. This is not related to my Senator Letant of Romulus series. It’s just a quickie little standalone blurb drabble ficlet thing. Because brain said I was only allowed to write this today. So uh...yep. Enjoy!

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Letant (ST:DS9) x Reader

[A/N: This is fluff, and I have nothing constructive to say so...enjoy!]

Warnings: Interspecies kissing, fluff, cuteness.

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Letant was listening to his mate talk about the logistics of growing flowers from all over the galaxy in their garden. The amount of water each needed, the nutrient requirements for the soil, the light requirements, the depth of soil needed for the roots to grow - the Senator’s mate was analyzing the variables thoroughly.

Yet all he could focus on was the way that the light of Romulus’s sun caressed their face and the shape of their lips as they spoke. As the two of them sat at the kitchen table looking through plans, he mused over how this was an inevitable outcome. He cared about what they were saying, truly he did. He wished for the garden to be a private little paradise for them, especially since horticulture was a hobby of theirs. But his mate’s lips entranced him every single time they spoke to him in that beautiful voice of theirs.

Letant knew why, of course. Humans used their mouths for intimacy - something that had amazed him and quickly set his passions alight when they’d kissed him for the first time. Letant had spent many long hours reveling in the simple sensation of mingled lips and shared breath. His lover’s soft sighs and hums against his mouth never failed to make him crave more.

Could he really be blamed for falling under his Human’s spell so completely when they were doing nothing more complex than talking? Surely not.

“It might be best if we swap the Betazed lilies and the Vulcan orchids, especially with their different water requireme–”

Letant wasn’t even conscious of his movements until he found himself leaning across the side of the kitchen table kissing his mate. He’d interrupted their train of thought, but it was worth it for this moment alone. Thoroughly stealing his lover’s breath, he didn’t pull back until he felt the edge of his hunger stirring deep within him.

Smoothing his tunic and resuming his seat, Letant leaned his chin on his palm as he had been before.

“My apologies, e’lev. Do go on. You have my full attention,” he said with a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, but his lover just blinked at him with wide eyes.

“I...uh,” they stammered and struggled to regain their previous composure, but it was in vain. When they tossed their plans aside and tugged him into another kiss, he knew there would be no more talk of the gardens for at least another few hours.

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Praetor’s Pride - Part 4

This is a busy chapter! There’s a lot of stuff! I don’t want to risk spoiling it by saying too much, but uh...it goes in a direction I didn’t initially intend. When I wrote chapter 1, I didn’t plan on this development, but by the time I posted chapter 2 I couldn’t imagine this story going any other way while still making me happy. Also, this chapter is longer than the earlier ones. Anyway, enjoy! 😇

Oh, and credit for the idea about Romulans and lingerie (though in a slightly different context) goes to @bigblissandlove1​! That was a very enlightening convo we had, friend! 👀

Part 1 here. Part 2 here. Part 3 here.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Praetor Hiren (ST:Nemesis) x Reader; Senator Letant (ST:DS9) x Reader

[A/N: This chapter contains smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Arguments, confession of feelings, misunderstandings, interspecies sex, human/Romulan sex, Romulan hand play, emotional vulnerability, innuendo, dirty talk, mild praise kink.

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Letant felt like a trapped animal pacing back and forth in his study. He’d had a feeling that Hiren would keep her longer than she anticipated, so he left a note for her in her quarters asking her to come to his home when she returned. He left transport coordinates and then settled in to pace the length of the room.

He had hoped to approach the next step of their relationship with a bit more delicacy, but her teasing question earlier had sent a jolt of fear through him. He’d been so careful about how he expressed his interest in her. All those months of regulating the level of flirtation he revealed to her and behaving as a gentlemanly yet solicitous prospective mate had been wiped away as soon as she walked out of her bathroom wearing that damnably sexy dress earlier that afternoon.

It was as if he’d been watching their interactions from the outside. He’d pulled her into his arms, practically danced her over to the mirror, then selfishly indulged in a moment of very close physical contact as he practically drowned himself in her scent. Hell, he’d even allowed himself to fantasize about her riding his lok with her dress all bunched up around her waist. Where had his restraint gone?

Likely the same place it had flitted off to when he’d indulged her questions a few months back on Romulan intimacy. They’d both attended a banquet on a Starbase near the Neutral Zone, and two junior adjutants had been caught in a dark alcove doing something that she’d called ‘making out.’ He’d mentioned offhandedly that Romulans didn’t use their mouths for such things, which had only piqued her curiosity.

Letant had deflected her questions for a while claiming that it wasn’t proper to discuss such a topic in public. Once he’d gotten her back to her quarters, however, she pulled him inside quite easily - not that he was resisting, of course - and asked him what Romulans did if they didn’t kiss. By the Elements, he should’ve stopped simply at a verbal answer, but he’d had just enough ale to make him believe that a short demonstration would be a good idea.

Fool.

He’d lifted her hands carefully in his and looked deep into those beautiful, bright, curious eyes of hers as he skimmed his fingertips over her palms. Pouring intention into his every movement, Letant’s breathing sped up considerably when she let out a gasp at the sensation. She must have been able to both see and feel his hunger for her as he spread her fingers gently and traced the length of each one in turn.

The scent of her growing arousal had shaken him back to reality just enough for him to cup her cheeks softly and murmur a rather raspy wish for her to have sweet dreams. After all, they’d both been slightly inebriated. Intoxicated fumbling wasn’t at all how he wanted her to find out that he cared for her.

Letant had thought that his momentary lapse in judgment would have been enough for her to realize his intentions toward her, but when she’d asked why he hadn’t tried to take her for himself, he felt his blood turn to ice. Had she not seen any of his flirtations after all? He’d thought he was being rather obvious as it was, but apparently his actions weren’t obvious enough for her to see how utterly devoted he was to her. All of those months spent protecting her and laughing with her, curing her hangovers and holding her close... He wouldn’t change his past behavior for anything, but did she truly not realize he was trying to court her and find them a worthy third?

As things stood, however, he was left with no alternative but to cut his plan short, lay all his cards on the table, and hope that she wouldn’t reject him. He had to ensure that she didn’t believe that he would simply give her away to some other Romulan when she was perfect for him. The two of them fit together so naturally that the thought of her no longer being a part of his life made his stomach turn.

“Idiot. You should’ve taken the differences in your cultures into account when this began,” he muttered to himself as he walked to the sideboard and poured himself a glass of water. He’d have opted for kali-fal if this wasn’t such an important topic, but he didn’t want his judgment clouded even a fraction. As he took a large swallow and set his glass back on the tray, the familiar hum of a transporter beam broke the silence.

Turning his head, he saw her standing in his study facing the bookshelves and his desk. His moment of truth had arrived.

He allowed himself only a moment to admire the sight of her in his home - in his private space. If she did reject him, he wanted to remember the feeling of joy suffusing him at the image of her in his home. Surrounded by the dark shelves and plush, square furniture, she looked like a spark in an otherwise terrifyingly dull universe.

With a small, nervous smile on his lips, he cleared his throat, and she turned to face him. Was it his imagination, or did she look as nervous as he felt?

“A Federation Ambassador in a Romulan Senator’s home? That’s got to be a first,” she stated as she took a few small steps closer to him. The way her dress clung to her figure only reinforced his opinion from earlier in the day: she was a walking temptation.

Silently, he berated himself for his lack of focus. Clasping his hands behind his back so that he wouldn’t do anything foolish, Letant drew himself up to his full height and took a step closer to her.

“Your opinion on the space?”

“I can’t speak to the rest of the house, but this room is very comfortable...very you. I like it. I dare say I could lose track of time here,” she replied as she stopped directly in front of him. Her expression changed to one of concern as she looked up him. She couldn’t seem to hold his gaze, though, because she looked down and fiddled with one of her fingernails. “Are you alright? I didn’t mean to...I mean, I just feel like I said something wrong earlier, and I want to apologize.”

“You have no reason to,” he said reaching out and tilting her chin up with just the tips of his fingers. “You asked a question that you had every right to ask. I will answer it, but, please, hear my explanation in its entirety before making up your mind. If, afterwards, you wish to leave and never see me again, I swear to you upon all I hold dear that I will respect your wishes and never darken your doorstep as long as I live.”

She looked genuinely worried at that last statement, but she nodded her head, regardless. Thus reassured that she wouldn’t go sprinting from the room, Letant took a deep breath and tried to order his thoughts.

“I’ve been attempting to ascertain where I should begin, but I don’t think there’s any perfect point. I apologize if this sounds poorly organized.”

“Since when do you need to organize your thoughts perfectly to talk to me?” She asked giving him one of those gentle smiles that he loved so much. Her hand grasped his as he released her chin, drawing a smile from him.

“This matter is one of the utmost importance to me. It warrants extra care and attention,” Letant stated, and she gave him an encouraging nod of her head. “Our cultures are very different, but we’ve both learned from each other over time. I fear, though, that I have not learned nearly enough to navigate this sort of interaction in a way that would lend any sort of delicacy to the sentiment that I’m attempting to express.”

He’d begun, and after being restrained for so long, all his passion roared at him that it was now or never. There was no turning back now that he’d started down the path.

“I have no idea how to properly romance a Human, but Romulan methods seem not to have been entirely effective. Instead of continuing to attempt to insert Romulan courting cues into the matter, I shall be entirely honest with you,” he said grasping both her hands lightly. Her eyes were wide as she listened to him. Letant knew she was aware of how highly Romulans valued honesty despite not often receiving it. “After all my years as a soldier and a politician, a solitary life is all I ever expected to have. I’d grown jaded and cynical, but when I met you, you challenged every opinion I’ve ever held about non-Romulans. You met my wit, you made me laugh, and most importantly you filled a gap in my life and my heart that I hadn’t even been aware of.”

He cupped her cheeks and skimmed his thumbs over her delicate features.

“What’s worse is that you are so beautiful that you’re constantly stuck in my thoughts. From the first time you laughed at one of comments during a staff meeting, I knew I was in trouble. You tried to cover it with a cough, but I heard you. The sound of your laughter has echoed through my dreams more times than I can count.”

Letant paused to take a steadying breath before continuing.

“The day you shared a drink with me was when I knew for certain the nature of the hold you had over me. What I’m trying to say, e’lev, is that I love you, and I humbly offer myself as your mate, if you’ll have me,” he confessed, and she looked almost too stunned to speak.

“But...B-But if you love me, then why would you try to match me up with other Romulans?” Her voice came out small and confused when she found it, and he took a shaky breath. She hadn’t outright rejected him, but the difficult part was yet to come.

“I believe this is where our cultures differ substantially. I admit, I haven’t communicated my intentions very well, and for that I sincerely apologize. I know I have mentioned traditional Romulan marriages to you before...” He trailed off looking for confirmation.

“You have, but I have no idea what the distinction actually is between a traditional and non-traditional marriage,” she said, and he mentally acknowledged that perhaps that was where his mistake had been.

“A traditional marriage in my culture involves three people. Usually, there is an established pair to begin with, and they, in turn, incorporate someone else as a third. That person is usually already acquainted with at least one member of the pair,” he explained. “As I was already familiar with Hiren, I believed he would make a good candidate.”

Instead of answering, the Ambassador was silent for a long moment as she processed the information she’d been given. Letant’s heart sank when she took a step away from him. Instead of leaving, though, she walked a few steps toward his bookshelves then a few back in his direction.

“Are you trying to tell me that you wanted to share me with the Praetor?” Her question was deadly quiet.

“...Essentially, yes, but–”

“Does Hiren know?”

“Yes, of course, b–”

“And were either of you planning on telling me? Does the one being shared have any say in the matter, or am I just some pawn you were using to curry political favor with the head of the Romulan government?” She was practically trembling with anger, and Letant understood why. He realized that his earlier statement about poor communication was a drastic understatement. As he started to answer her, her eyes widened at a thought. “Hiren said something earlier about my ‘status’ with you. Does he think we’re already together?”

“Why would I need to garner his political favor when he and I have been allies for years? No, I swear to you that you are not a pawn, political or otherwise. I would never disrespect you in such a manner. I...might have implied that we were already mates, but it was only to illustrate to him that you were far superior to the stereotypes that Romulans believe about your people,” he explained.

“You realize that doesn’t help either your case or his, don’t you?” Letant had never heard her that irate. “How dare you behave so presumptuously about me of all people? I have been your friend. I have trusted you with my safety and even my life on several occasions, and this is how you repay that trust? It’s bad enough that you assumed you’d be right about Hiren being a match and preemptively told him I was coming to dinner with you tomorrow night, but to assume I’d say yes to being shared...to being used as some brainless bedwarmer–”

“That is not at all what I want, nor is that what a traditional Romulan marriage entails,” he said hardening his voice. “I admit that I have handled this situation poorly, but I would never disrespect you, and I would certainly never ask you to enter into a situation in which you would be used, degraded, or mistreated.”

Putting all his conviction into his tone, Letant strode over to her and grasped her shoulders lightly.

“You are more important to me than anything in this universe. Whether you wish to continue with Hiren or never see him again is entirely up to you. If you don’t wish for a more intimate relationship to develop between the two of us, I assure you, I will content myself with whatever level of familiarity that you are most comfortable with, even if that means you want me permanently out of your sight,” he assured her looking into her eyes. “E’lev, all I want...all I’ve ever wanted since we met was to ensure your happiness. I know that I’ve gone about this in an idiotic way, but I beg your forgiveness.”

She stared at him - presumably attempting to determine how truthful he was being - for a long enough stretch to make Letant nervous.

“I have never met a more infuriating person than you in all my life, Senator Letant,” she stated, but the acidity was gone from her voice. He blinked and opened his mouth to respond, but he was silenced by her lips meeting his. The kiss was brief, gentle, and almost hesitant on her part, but Letant didn’t dare take more than she was offering. His presumptions had gotten him into trouble already, and he didn’t want to compound that. “You realize, of course, that I expect you to make this up to me?”

“You mean...? Does that mean you forgive me?” He was almost afraid to ask, but he needed to know for certain.

“Just this once.” With a cheeky little smile, she tossed his words back at him from the night before. Letant let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. As she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again, all of his emotions rolled through him at once. He swept her up in his arms and carried her to his desk. The little yelp she let out against his lips turned into a giggle that sent Letant’s heart thudding in his side as she clutched him tighter.

This was exactly what he’d imagined for so long. She was in his home, in his arms, and he was finally, finally able to show her his devotion in some small way. He stepped between her legs, keeping one arm around her waist and lifting the other to cup the back of her head as they each explored the other’s lips. Human affection, he mused, was exhilarating.

“I take it you don’t want to leave?” He asked between kisses, and she pulled back just far enough to look into his eyes.

“How could I leave a part of myself?” Her whispered inquiry nearly bowled him over. Letant rested his forehead against hers and barely managed to keep himself from sobbing in relief. “We’ve got a lot of catching up to do, though. If you’d been honest with me from the start, we could’ve been doing a lot more than just drinking and laughing together.”

Giving her a mischievous smirk, Letant grasped her waist lightly and nudged her nose with his.

“Is that so?” Pleasure bled through him at the blush that darkened her cheeks. She tried to look away, but he caught her lips with his again. She practically melted into him. One of her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer as she returned his passion more ardently than he’d ever expected her to. Gone was his hesitation and his fear of losing her. All he could think about was giving his lover all the pleasure she could handle.

“Wait,” she breathed just as his fingers began searching for the closure at the back of her dress. He stopped immediately and pulled back to look at her. Had she changed her mind? “Letant, I...I’ve never considered the possibility of having more than one partner. I can’t promise I’ll be able to give you the traditional Romulan triad that you were hoping for, but I will keep an open mind. I want to give it a try. Regardless of what happens between myself and Hiren, though, you and I have something that I feel is worth exploring.”

“Then I truly am the most fortunate of beings.”

“Talking about luck twice in one day? Are you sure you’re alright?” She asked burying one of her hands in his hair. Letting out a moan, he nipped playfully at her lips.

“E’lev, I am better than alright,” he crooned grinding himself slowly against her center. She gasped against his mouth, and he trailed his lips down her neck. Letant could smell where Hiren had scented her earlier; the knowledge sent a thrum of pleasure through him. He’d have to ask her later about how their date went, but first, he wanted to make sure she stopped thinking altogether.

Allowing his consciousness to brush against hers, he tried to show her how much he desired her - how much he’d always desired her. Flashes of fantasies and glimpses into his imagination floated from his mind to hers, and the moan that came from her pulled an answering growl from his throat.

“That’s my good girl.” At his praise, her hips gave a small buck against his. “Don’t fret. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”

He slipped his hand beneath the skirt of her dress and paused at the feeling of lace covering her modesty. The Senator leaned back just far enough to look at her curiously.

“What have we here?”

“They’re just panties,” she replied as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Noticing that his confusion hadn’t cleared, she blinked. “Do Romulans not wear underwear?”

Now he was excessively interested.

“We have undershirts for when we venture into cooler temperatures, but this seems entirely different. Let’s have a look, shall we?” Gathering the fabric of her dress in his fingers, he pulled it slowly up and glanced down to see a small, purple garment made of lace hugging her hips and shrouding the softness between her legs in an enticing swath of delicate embellishment. Letant’s jaw dropped at the sight. Every time he thought his little Human had reached the limit of how much she could possibly tease him, he was proved wrong. As if in a trance, he ran his fingertips up the length of her covered cleft. The obscene dampness that had seeped through the thin material practically coated his skin in an intoxicating gush of pheromone-filled arousal. “Fuck...”

At his whispered oath, she spread her legs further in invitation. Her lips trailed down his forehead as he nudged the flimsy fabric aside and slipped a finger through her folds, moaning at the squelching sound that followed. His love’s eyes were molten pools of desire as she watched his exploration of Human sexuality.

“Like it?” How did she manage to sound so innocent when she was leaking all over his fingers like a harlot?

“You are not returning to your ship tonight. I don’t care if you were scheduled for a conference with the President of the Federation himself. Cancel everything. Use me as an excuse. I don’t care what you tell your superiors, but they are not getting you back tonight, do I make myself clear?” Her pupils blew wider at Letant’s firmness, and she rolled her crotch against his hand.

“Yes, Senator. How do you want m–oh!” She broke off with a surprised moan when he thrust two fingers inside her and buried his face in the crook of her neck to start leaving marks.

“Oh, e’lev...I want you just. Like. This,” he rasped, punctuating each word with a curl of his fingers. Letant had researched Human anatomy extensively in preparation for a moment like this. He wanted to be the best mate he could be for her, and that included knowing what places would make her scream for him. “Desperate, dripping...mine.”

Her slick dripped from his palm as he put his dexterous fingers to use stirring her arousal to the breaking point. His thumb found the little bundle of nerves he’d been searching for, and as she mewled in his arms, Letant sped his movements up until she gushed onto his palm. He imagined her convulsing around his lok as she had on his fingers, and he was forced to breathe deeply to regain some semblance of his control.

While she was catching her breath, she started tugging at his clothing. Letting out a small laugh at her eagerness, he gave her a little help finding the closure to his tunic.

“Beautiful girl,” the Senator murmured as he shrugged off his tunic and unzipped her dress. Maybe he could make that little fantasy of his come true after all. Letant unfastened his pants and snapped the delicate lace undergarment with a flick of his wrist.

The Ambassador caught one of his hands in hers and started mimicking the motions he’d showed her all those months ago. Resting his forehead against hers, he slipped his length inside her, moaning her name as she stretched around his intrusion.

From there, he lost himself in her passion. He’d waited so long to make her his, and after such restraint, he craved more: more of her sounds, her lips, her pleasure, more of her. As her shouts mingled with his and filled the study, Letant was determined to give her as many bouts of pleasure as he could before her occupation pulled her away again.

“Ah, I nearly forgot to ask,” Letant murmured a few hours later when they were snuggled up together on the small loveseat near the study window. The sun was just beginning to set, casting majestic warm hues over the whole room and the tangle of nude limbs that constituted their bodies. “How was your time with Hiren? Did he sweep you off your feet?”

His lover had been tracing little patterns on his chest, but at his question, she sighed rather heavily and got to her feet. Without a word, she pulled his tunic over her head and walked toward the sideboard.

Oh dear. He knew that look, and it wasn’t a good one. Surely he hadn’t been that wrong about Hiren of all people? As she poured herself a glass of water, he donned his trousers once more and wrapped his arms carefully around her from behind. Nuzzling into her hair, he adopted the gentlest tone he could muster.

“Tell me everything.”

--

Hiren strode down the hall in Letant’s home that evening, feeling almost giddy about the prospect of his upcoming nightcap with the beautiful Ambassador the next day. He rolled his shoulders and straightened his tunic as he approached the door to Letant’s study. He paused, though, when he heard voices.

“...as if he thought of it as some sort of sick experiment!” That was the Ambassador’s voice. She sounded irritated and more than a little hurt. Protectiveness simmered deep in his chest. Whoever had done this to her would be sure to feel his wrath. “Oh, he was seductive and very complimentary, to be sure, but he shouldn’t need to insult my entire species to flatter me!”

Whoever she was referring to, he sounded dreadful. Why, when Hiren got his hands on him, he’d–

“I’m sure Hiren didn’t mean it that way. I happen to know he’s deeply fond of you,” Letant soothed, and from outside the door, the man in question deflated somewhat. He’d offended her? “E’lev, he is one of the most courteous men on the entirety of my planet, and he’s taken quite a shine to you. He’s reasonable. I’m certain if you explain how he made you feel, he’ll make an effort to learn from his mistakes. After all, you were able to show me how much of ass I’d been, and I’m more arrogant than Hiren by a long shot.”

“I’m certainly not arguing that point, but I hope you’re right. He’s charming, handsome, intelligent...I really do like him. I can see myself falling hard for him, but...” he heard her let out a sigh, “I don’t know if I can handle him thinking of me as some...empty-headed lower lifeform.”

“I don’t,” Hiren said emphatically as he stepped through the door. Both the Senator and the Ambassador turned to face him. He did his best to ignore how heavily the room smelled of sex and pheromones – how much of her surrounded him as he walked. “I apologize. I didn’t mean to listen in. I was coming to speak to Letant, and...well, I couldn’t help but hear what you said, lhhei.”

Hiren took a few slow steps toward her, noting how nervous she looked as he approached. Fear wasn’t what he wanted to inspire in her at all. He kept his voice as gentle as he could when he spoke.

“I don’t think of you as an experiment, nor did I intend to insult your people. I offer you my sincerest apologies, my lady,” he stated as he stopped just in front of her. “You said that I seemed to be the kind of person who didn’t stop at merely surface level when seeking understanding. I realize I’ve already fallen short of your expectations by allowing outdated, xenophobic stereotypes to cloud my thinking, but if you grant me the mercy of a second chance, I swear to you I will do my best to grow. I’ll broaden my knowledge of your people and try very hard not to allow my preconceived notions of Humanity to get in the way. I...”

He reached carefully, gently out and traced the apple of her cheek with the backs of his knuckles. She was already so important to him. He didn’t want to risk losing her.

“I don’t want my foolishness to endanger the bond we’ve begun to form,” he murmured looking into her eyes. The hesitance he found there slowly melted into a small smile.

“I suppose I can give you a second chance, but only on one condition,” she said narrowing her eyes.

“Anything. You have only to name it and I’ll make sure it’s done.” He didn’t hesitate in his promise. He’d pluck the stars from the sky one-by-one and lay them at her feet if he could.

She gestured to a bare-chested Letant to come closer, and once he was within range, she caught one of each man’s hands. Caressing their fingers carefully, she gave them a mischievous smirk. Her expression coupled with her sensual touch made Hiren acutely aware of her state of dress - or undress, rather. A tunic, which the Praetor assumed was Letant’s, reached just barely far enough down her thighs to cover her modesty.

“We were going to meet late tomorrow night, but instead, I want you to join us for dinner, Hiren. Since both of you were in on this little plan to create a romantic triad, yet neither of you saw fit to inform me before today, think of this as a way for you both to make it up to me. After all, if there’s a possibility that the three of us might be bonded someday, it might be a good idea if we become accustomed to spending time together,” she said, and Hiren glanced at Letant. The Senator was already watching him for a reaction.

“That’s a reasonable condition - an easy penance that I am more than willing to pay,” he said taking a small step closer to her and trying his hardest not to think about how soft her skin looked where Letant’s tunic ended. It was practically large enough to be a dress on her, but when she reached up, the fabric would obviously lift past the point of decency. Had he been a less honorable man - or at least a younger version of himself - he would have attempted to provoke such an action. As it was, though, all he did was lift her fingers to his chest and give a respectful bow of his head. “Khlinae arhem, lhhei. I promise I won’t squander this opportunity to redeem myself.”

The pleasantly surprised look on her face was worth his deferential expression of gratitude. Attempting to seem less affected than she was, she lifted her chin.

“You better not, my Lord Praetor,” she emphasized before kissing Letant’s cheek and taking a few steps toward the study door. Hiren tried to tamp down his longing. He’d feel the gentle caress of her lips eventually. He just had to be patient and earn the privilege. “You came to speak with the Senator, so I’ll leave you boys be. Mind if I freshen up, darling?”

“Not at all. What’s mine is yours, e’lev,” Letant replied with a smile. “Down the hall. Third door on the left. Oh, and Ambassador?”

She lifted an eyebrow curiously.

“Now which one of us is disguised as a couch?”

She let out a bark of laughter at the Senator’s question, and as Hiren watched her walk out, he released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

“She’s something else, isn’t she, old friend?” Letant asked handing him a glass of kali-fal.

“Indeed, she is. She makes me feel as if I’m a young man falling in love for the first time all over again. She’s remarkable! My heart hasn’t raced like this since the day I met T’Shara. I was a more volatile man back then. Perhaps it’s for the best that my temper has subsided somewhat. I want to give her all the gentleness and all the passion I’m capable of. I don’t know how you restrained yourself for so long,” Hiren said as his shirtless friend lounged in the chair behind his desk. A lump of familiar purple fabric was on one end of the long, polished, wooden surface. “By the way, what did she mean earlier when she said we were both making amends?”

“I...may have neglected to clearly state my romantic intentions prior to this afternoon...”

Hiren’s eyebrows shot upward.

“She must’ve been thoroughly confused, then. You must have offered her a very...fervent apology to be able to end the day with her kissing you. That was your clothing she was wearing just now, wasn’t it?” he asked, and at Letant’s affirmative answer, Hiren mused that at least he wasn’t the only one to make a sizable mistake. All he had to do now was make the proper atonement and hope that she would accept him as readily as she had Letant.

~*~*~

Romulan Words:

e’lev = darling

lhhei = madam

khlinae arhem = thank you (formal, inferior to superior)

[deepspacedukat]

From Silence - Part 4

Based on this post with 100000% credit to @toebeans-mcgee for the premise, and written with her permission. Here we go! Part 4! We’re over halfway now! 👀

Part 1 here. Part 2 here. Part 3 here. Part 5 here. Epilogue here.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Senator Letant (ST:DS9) x Reader

[A/N: No thoughts. Only pretty Senator mans.]

Warnings: Mentions of nightmares, soft!Letant, outwardly-suave-but-actually-a-mess!Letant, realization of feelings, adapting to a severe injury, hurt/comfort, injury/recovery process, imprisonment, telepathy, touch telepathy, telepathic sass, mutual pining, both think their feelings are unrequited, both are idiots.

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In the weeks following Letant’s offer to translate for me, I’d gotten to know the man rather more deeply than I’d intended or ever thought that I would. That grumpy, superior, swaggering air surrounding him was just a facade. The Senator was really just a softy once I delved beneath his prickly surface. Little by little, he lowered his guard, allowing me to see more of his thoughts than he may have intended. Hell, we even developed a rapport as time ticked on.

Whenever one of our fellow prisoners got a little too bold with their claims of combat prowess or became too conspicuous with their attempts to puff themselves up, we’d both raise an eyebrow and trade snide remarks via telepathy.

“I’ve seen Andorians posturing in a less obvious manner and their antennas always end up fixed in the direction of the person they’re trying to impress or intimidate,” I’d think in his direction, and he’d let out a huff of laughter as a smirk spread his lips.

“Even a Klingon targ would appear subtle compared to that display.” Letant would almost always respond with more amusement than derision, glancing over at me as we observed the scene unfolding before us.

We also made bets on how long it would take for the Jem’Hadar to catch on and implement their own special form of discipline. More often than not, he won those bets. Letant’s wit was as sharp and deadly as the most fastidiously-maintained weapon, and it was a pleasure to watch him wield it. Boredom seemed an impossibility with him by my side and in my mind.

I hoped he couldn’t read my thoughts too deeply, because, despite my best efforts, I had grown to admire him over the course of our acquaintance. And not in a professional manner. With almost zero knowledge about how far his touch telepathy would allow him to probe my thoughts, I tried to steer clear of some specific topics while we were in contact. Like how handsome he was...how certain looks from him made my knees go weak...and especially how I loved waking up in his arms each morning.

Thank the stars for that Breen. I doubted I would’ve gotten the opportunity to become this close with a Romulan Senator otherwise. As it was, we fell asleep talking nearly every night and woke up tangled in each other with our hands still clasped.

During the daytime, we were equally inseparable. We’d eventually managed to combine our respective groups of found friends. Together, all of us had come up with an escape plan. It had taken a bit of time to get the Federation officer and Klingon soldier in our group to trust the Senator, but they’d eventually believed me when I vouched for him. Unless I was mistaken, Letant was moved when I ended up swearing a blood oath with the Klingon about his trustworthiness. The dermal regenerator that the prisoners kept hidden from the guards had only worked for a few seconds on each of us, leaving us with scars on our left hands, but it was worth it. A Klingon’s ferocity and combat skills would be necessary if this escape was going to work.

And it would work. We’d kept our interactions brief and discreet, and every single one of us had come up with backups and fail-safes. Assuming we timed it right, we’d be able to take one of the transports that dropped supplies for the prison without anyone being the wiser. Based on our estimates, the next delivery would be in about a week.

As Letant and I lay in bed, I tried not to think about how this would all change in a week. We would be out of this prison, I’d be back at my post...and he’d be headed back to Romulus. I’d be alone.

His palm skimmed over the back of my hand as his arm wrapped around me.

“You’ve been quiet tonight, e’lev. Are you alright?”

Turning my hand so that I could thread my fingers with his, I nodded my head and closed my eyes. Just before I dropped off to sleep, I could’ve sworn that he snuggled just a little closer to me, but that was probably just wishful thinking.

--

The first time he was aware of the Lieutenant being awakened by a nightmare was weeks ago, and her fingers had still been threaded with his. Letant had been dozing lightly just beneath the edge of consciousness when a choking sort of fear curled from her mind to his. Disturbing, disjointed images wafted over him accompanying the terror she was experiencing. His eyelids had snapped open as he processed what was happening. Her breathing was rapid and shallow, her eyes were wide and tear-filled, and the hand that wasn’t in his grasp was clutching at her now almost fully-healed throat. The Senator’s heart lurched in sympathy. Clearly these were memories of what the Jem’Hadar had done to her.

Seeing her in distress had tugged at some primal part of himself - the same part that made him want to wrap her in his arms and protect her when she found her voice gone. That time, though, he didn’t bother stifling that particular urge.

Nor did he do so now, several weeks later. Comforting her had become something of a guilty pleasure for the Senator. While he despised the nightmares that drew her from her slumber, he welcomed the excuse to hold her close and let his mind wrap around hers in a comforting tangle. The way her anxieties calmed almost instantly at the slightest touch of his consciousness made him mentally preen. He’d finally proved to her that he could protect her sufficiently.

“You’re alright. You’re safe,” he breathed as he pulled her gently against his chest. Coaxing her hand away from her throat as he’d become accustomed to doing, he brought it to the side of his face. Nuzzling into her palm softly, Letant closed his eyes and tried to send calming thoughts and emotions to her telepathically. “It was just a dream like all the others. They won’t hurt you anymore, e’lev. Nobody will ever hurt you again. I won’t allow it.”

After a momentary pause, he felt her grip on his hand tighten just a fraction and she nodded her head. It hit him then that she truly trusted him...and that he trusted her to an equal degree. The realization made him draw her just the slightest bit closer, but he didn’t contemplate the implications of such a thought until he was absolutely certain she’d fallen into a much deeper, more restful sleep.

A trust that was this implicit, that ran this deep was practically unheard of between Romulans and members of other species. But ‘trust’ didn’t seem like a full enough descriptor for what he felt for his Lieutenant.

‘His’? When did he start thinking that way about her? He’d been protective of her from the start, but...but thinking of her as his?

Sure, he’d gotten to know her through their weeks of conversing and touching each other’s thoughts, but...this was different from the closeness of a simple friendship. The only associations he’d heard of that came close to paralleling this level of intimacy were marriages, and–

Oh.

Oh no.

This was love, wasn’t it? Looking silently down at the woman sleeping in his embrace, the feeling resonated through him louder than before, rattling his very soul like a trapped animal in a cage. He loved her.

Letant couldn’t afford love, and yet...as he allowed himself the luxury of gazing at her features with unguarded longing, he knew he wouldn’t have it any other way. This pretty little Human could very well be the weakness that the Jem’Hadar had aimed to give him - she could be his undoing - but it occurred to him that so long as he had her, he didn’t care.

She stirred and nuzzled further into him, drawing a small smile to his lips. He really shouldn’t be surprised, should he? Pressing his lips against the top of her head, the Senator let out a resigned sigh. Very well, then. Since his foolish, traitorous heart had decided that she was the one, he would be the best potential mate that he could be, even if she never learned how he felt nor returned his affection. The Lieutenant may not know it, but he was hers.

[tagthetrekkie]

I just wrote a Letant x reader and I blame @deepspacedukat for that

[deepspacedukat]

From Silence - Part 1

Based on this post with 100000% credit to @toebeans-mcgee for the premise, and written with her permission. I hope to do your idea justice, friend! 💖

Part 2 here. Part 3 here. Part 4 here. Part 5 here. Epilogue here.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Senator Letant (ST:DS9) x Reader

[A/N: There will be flashbacks involving how the reader got the injuries in future chapters.]

Warnings: Mentions of trauma/severe injury leading to muteness, mentions of blood/bruising/scarring, hurt/comfort (but the comfort comes later), injury/recovery, imprisonment, telepathy, touch telepathy.

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“You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart; imagine my heartbeat when you are in this state.” - Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice

This whole situation was utterly undignified. Letant was a Romulan Senator! As a prisoner of war - one of importance - he should be housed as the Vorta were, not in some filthy cell with only other common prisoners as his companions. The rations they were given were infrequent and unpalatable. He wouldn’t feed a set’leth anything even half as disgusting as what he was being forced to stomach in order to remain alive.

Not that the Jem’Hadar cared. They didn’t have to eat. All they needed was their precious drug. He took to pacing his cell as he pondered how to escape, but nearly every option seemed impossible. Letant certainly wasn’t going to allow the Dominion the satisfaction of seeing him give in and die in this place, but neither would he give them the opportunity to dispose of him. No, he intended to survive this hellhole, then give the Vorta running it, Deyos, a thorough thrashing as he deserved. The Dominion would know the true meaning of revenge when he was done with them–

On this particular afternoon of vengeful thoughts, Letant’s musings were interrupted by two guards throwing open the door to his cell and tossing an unconscious Human to the ground before stepping out again. After the lock clicked, the Senator walked over to her prone figure and took stock of her condition. She appeared uninjured...but he couldn’t be sure. Human physiology was a subject upon which he was almost entirely uninformed. Carefully, he turned her onto her back, cradling her neck and head gently in his lap. If she was hurt, he didn’t want to make it worse.

As he laid her head gently back against his thigh, he became aware of a nasty scar on her throat that was already surrounded by severe bruising. Had the guards done that to her? It seemed too recent to have pre-dated her stay here, but it could have happened in battle, he supposed.

Glancing at the empty cot across from his in the cell, the Senator didn’t hesitate to lift her in his arms and carry her to it. She was in for hell in this place, anyway, given her status as a Starfleet officer. The least he could do was make sure she didn’t die...though, he admitted that in her current condition, death might be preferable. Medical assistance was extremely hard to come by in this prison. The most she could hope for was a few seconds with a barely functional dermal regenerator, and whatever the Jem’Hadar had done to her seemed deeper than just a scratch.

Laying her atop the creaky old cot, Letant paused briefly to look at her rank pips. Two gold. She was a Lieutenant, then, if he remembered his Starfleet ranks correctly. Why would they have kept her alive? She couldn’t know anything of consequence. Perhaps it was her posting that they found to be of value, then...

Either way, Letant brushed a lock of hair carefully out of her face and moved to his own cot to keep watch. He was dreadfully bored in this cell. If the girl lived, he might at least have someone to talk to, so he may as well make sure she survived the night.

--

Everything seemed to be floating, but I was quite certain I was nowhere near a boat, or water, for that matter. A heavy, hot throbbing seemed to be coming from my throat, accompanied by an ache on just the wrong side of dull. Blinking my eyes slowly, I became aware of a dingy, stone ceiling above my head. The lighting was low enough to keep me from getting a headache, but that still left me with a lot of questions.

Turning my head slightly to the side, I managed to ignore a protest from the muscles in my neck. On a cot across the small space I was currently in, a Romulan seemingly dozed sitting up with his back to the wall. With a significant wave of confusion and caution coursing through me, I tried to sit up as silently as I could.

A loud, metallic squeak from the dilapidated cot I had been laying on sent me wincing, and when I glanced over at the Romulan again, his piercing blue eyes were fixed on me. Fuck.

“Ah, I was wondering when you would wake. It’s been something like a day since you were deposited by the guards,” he said giving me a smirk as his eyes skimmed over me. The Romulan stood and walked over to where I now sat, taking a seat directly beside me. I tried to be subtle as I leaned away from him, but he must have noticed. He let out a much-too-smooth laugh and raised his hands as if in surrender. “I intend you no harm. I only want to see how your neck is. There’s a poorly-healed scar in the center with heavy bruising. It’s as if someone tried to use a dermal regenerator on you, but either didn’t know how or didn’t care enough to do it properly. All I want is to assess your injury. Will you permit me?”

I hesitated a moment, and he raised a harsh eyebrow. He was pretty, whoever he was, but pretty people could still do dangerous things.

“I promise I won’t touch you. A visual inspection should suffice. I want to make sure your wound isn’t infected.” When I remained silent, he sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. “If, on the other hand, you prefer not to know, then who am I to deny a foolish little Human her death wish?”

He looked me in the eye, and after a quick internal debate, I nodded my head and tilted it back so he could see.

“A wise choice,” he murmured. Keeping true to his word, he leaned in close but never once touched me. “It would appear that whoever used that dermal regenerator was able to heal you, even if it wasn’t completely. As far as I can tell from my limited knowledge of Human anatomy, I don’t see any signs of infection, but...I suspect that will be painful for at least a few weeks. Do you know what they did to you?”

Wordlessly, I shook my head and looked once again at my companion.

“I am Letant.” I’d heard the name before, but where? He extended his hand to me, and I looked at it curiously. “Humans do shake hands as a greeting, do they not?”

After a slight hesitation, I grasped his hand and shook it firmly as I would a fellow officer’s. How strange for a Romulan to be so courteous. Normally, they were arrogant and insulting.

“Not that I don’t enjoy the sound of my own voice, but perhaps you could use yours now? What’s your name, Lieutenant?” At my look of suspicion, he rolled his eyes. “You are still in possession of your rank pins. Now, do you have a name, or don’t you?”

There was the bad attitude.

I opened my mouth and started to give him a piece of my mind, but...nothing came out. Breaking off in surprise, I brought a hand to my throat and swallowed before trying again. Only silence came out.

Oh shit. Why couldn’t I talk? I tried again, but with the same result, and panic began to well up inside me. Did this have something to do with whatever the hell they did to my throat? A hand rested on my shoulder and I found Letant looking at me concerned.

“You can’t talk?” I shook my head no, because apparently I couldn’t. “Could you speak before you came here?”

At my affirmative nod, he lifted one of my hands in his.

“What’s your name?” I blinked, dumbfounded by his question. Didn’t he understand that I couldn’t fucking talk? “Think your answers and I will hear them.”

As my panic subsided, it gave way to frustration. How fucking stupid did he think I was? I knew Romulan arrogance included looking down on all other species except their own, but, really, this was ridiculous. To my surprise, Letant scoffed and held my hand tighter as I tried to wrench it away from him. Damn Romulan strength.

“I do not believe you’re stupid - at least not significantly more than any other Human. You haven’t given me any reason to believe otherwise. We ‘arrogant Romulans’ are capable of touch telepathy. What you think, I will hear, including any of your impotent little insults. Now, tell me, stubborn girl, what is your name?” His tone was becoming increasingly agitated, and I reasoned that as I couldn’t exactly scream for help, it would probably be wise to do as he said.

Taking a deep breath, I stopped struggling and looked into his eyes as I thought my name. This was silly. Would he even really hear me? How did I know he wasn’t just lying to me, trying to humiliate me further when I was scared and vulnerable? Then again, he had apparently heard some of my thoughts from before... Looking away for barely a second to hide my embarrassment, I nearly gave myself whiplash when he repeated my full name and I turned quickly back to look at him. A smug, mirthful smile stretched his lips as he said it again.

“It’s a pleasure to be formally introduced, Lieutenant.” I blinked. I’d heard the words - they’d definitely come from him - but his lips hadn’t moved. Oh God, was I crazy now, too, as well as mute? “No, you’re not. I can speak with you telepathically just as well as I can hear you.”

Simple amazement flooded over me at his explanation, and a hint of pride colored his smirk.

“How easily you Humans are impressed. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I was up all night making sure that you’d survive. I’m going to get some sleep,” Letant said as he stood and moved back to lie on his cot. “Goodnight, Lieutenant. I would ask you to keep it down, but you don’t exactly have a choice, do you?”

Unable to express my frustration, I opted for lying back down and turning my back to him. What an ass.