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Odo spent far too much time trying to get to sleep. When he was a Changeling, it was as simple as shifting to his natural liquid form and spilling into his bucket. Now that he was human, it seemed nothing really worked except pure exhaustion shutting down his systems. He adjusted the room temperature. He added a pillow and then tossed them both across the room. He counted until he lost count and grew frustrated with his human memory. He ate foods that were supposed to induce sleep. What was it going to take?
It took him a moment to realize that someone had entered his rooms. He heard the main door open and close and then his bedroom door opened. The intruder flipped on the lights for him. How had they not set off his alerts? He was the security chief of this station and no one got into his rooms with impunity like this! He was about to let the man or woman have it. Then he realized who it was.
"Kira?" his mouth dropped open.
"Yes, Odo," her voice sounded almost as though she were far away and he wondered if she was just as sleepy as him and her voice muffled or thin because of that.
"Might you explain what you are doing here?"
She gave him a coy look. He was also astonished by what she was wearing. He was so used to seeing her in her red uniform and anything else was a rare treat to see. She was wearing white robes, so white that in the light it was near blinding. They made her look ethereal. She had never worn anything like it that he could recall. Then again, he never tried to go out of his way to see her in her night wear. Meanwhile, he was simply wearing tan pants and plain socks. The way she looked at him made him slightly uncomfortable and confused.
"Are you lost? How did you get in?"
"Aren't I here because you want me to be here?" she answered.
"What?"
"You were calling for me, Odo."
"I was? How could you have possibly known that? I'm not wearing my badge and neither are you."
"Don't you want to be one with me? Of one body and one mind?"
He was about to make a lame joke in response to that because he thought she was attempting some sort of joke. But when he looked into her rich, dark eyes, he realized that she was dead serious. Her coy look had become predatory. It gave him thrills and chills and he took a step back. That only caused her to walk forward until he fell back onto his bed and she fell after him.
"Kira?" his heart was beating fast and his mouth dry.
"Well, are you going to answer my question?" she seemed quite comfortable on top of him.
"I'm a-" he stopped himself when he realized he was no longer a Changeling. He was quite Solid at the moment.
"No?" she pouted.
"I didn't say that."
"Yes?" she lit up again.
He hesitated and she kissed him. She didn't seem to mind his trembling or his dry mouth. Just as he was about to pull at her robe....
His alarm clock went off. He almost smashed the thing. Even if he did, the computer would set off an alarm of its own, sensing he wasn't out of bed. There was no escaping it all. He hopped into the shower, trying to shake off the effects of his dream from his mind and quiet his body. He had been reading too many romance novels lately. Kira Nerys would never behave the way she did in his dream. And he was probably going to run into her at lunch.
He had been trying to avoid her lately, as these dreams were becoming more frequent and intense. He never dreamed like this as a Changeling, and even though he had loved her before turning human, the feelings had taken on more layers since his forced transformation. He took his lunch at sporadic hours but so did she. Since becoming pregnant as a surrogate, she was hungry at all hours and took her meals at odd hours.
He got unlucky and she sat with him at his table as he tried to eat. He knew he should have taken the meal to his office! He almost jumped from his skin.
"Not enough sleep, Constable? Has that made you jumpy?"
"Partially."
He was relieved to see her in her normal clothes, not that he actually expected her to appear in white and coy. She was absorbed in her food even though she spoke to him.
"Don't you ever have good dreams?"
"Define 'good'. I don't like dreams period because I can't control what happens or what I see."
"I dream about food lately. It seems like if I don't eat every hour, I start to feel sick to my stomach as punishment. This baby may come out chubby!" Kira giggled.
She reached down to pat her belly but Odo's eyes instead were drawn to her breasts. Before he was human, he never really glanced there. Now, he noticed them and knew they had grown due to the pregnancy. They rose and fell with her every breath. He was also affected by her hormones, something else he never had to worry about as a Changeling. Pregnant women gave off even more of those. He tried not to imagine her on top of him, kissing him, asking him if he wanted to become one with her. It was wrong, but it seemed like he had no more control over his thoughts when awake as he did when he was asleep.
"So Shakaar and I were talking last night-"
"Please don't tell me you want my advice about Shakaar and your relationship with him!" Odo interrupted. "Why do you tell me these things? Why do you ask my advice when I have never had a romantic relationship before, barely any relationships to speak of?"
"Because that makes you the perfect person to ask, Odo!" she said earnestly. "Dax is so quick to compare her relationships to mine. In fact, everyone tends to do that. Strangers can't be of much more help. You know me, Odo. You are a good judge of character and your lack of relationships makes you unbiased. I have always respected your opinions and judgements. I know you care, and now that you are actually a man like Shakaar-"
"Oh, no!" he interrupted again at that. "I can't do this today! Dax has been a man. She has more of a morbid interest in these subjects than I, and I frankly don't care!"
Kira looked up at him as he rose from his seat and took what remained of his lunch with him with hurt and confusion. He wished he could explain to her what he was feeling and exactly what he dreamed of last night. He wished it hadn't been a dream and that he had never heard of Shakaar. He wished he would never dream any dreams, good or bad, again.