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Love Thy Enemy Ch. 01

By: IronDragon



It takes a special kind of crazy to be a Starfleet fighter pilot. When a direct hit from a starship's phaser or disruptor banks can kill you in one shot, things can get insane in a hurry. 

Lieutenant Jason MacKenzie was that kind of crazy, which was the main reason he earned the callsign "Friday". He seemed to have no fear of anything. His former academy instructors and fellow pilots were both impressed with his skills and scared to death of his implacable nature behind the stick.

Over NZ8-257, a lush Class M planet just on the Federation side on the edge of the Romulan Neutral Zone, Jason pushed his Valkyrie's nose down as his target heeled over and dove, trying to avoid his phasers. His target, the last Falcon class heavy fighter in the flight he and Rash had chased down, was trying like mad to just survive. Its shields were gone and it was venting plasma from its starboard nacell.

The whine of the target lock sounded, and Jason fired his last Quantum missile. The missile struck, and the Falcon erupted. Jason smiled grimly, then looked over at his wingman, just off his starboard wing. "How'd you like that one, Rash?"

"Not bad, Friday. Heads up. We have a pair of Kestrels inbound! 5 o'clock low!"

"Roger that, Rash." He yanked hard on the stick and pulled the throttle all the way back, spinning in place and aiming his fighter directly at the lead Kestrel, pushing the throttle all the way forward. "Rash, you take the wing, I'm on lead."

"Tally ho, brother", said Rash.

Both Valkyries went full impulse in an instant, closing quickly. The Romulan wing broke to starboard, and Rash went after it. Jason stayed on the lead, and fired his pulse phasers as soon as he had a lock. The Kestrel juked left and his shots grazed the shields on the Romulan bird as it returned fire. Jason went into a barrel roll and barely avoided the volley.

"Friday! Need a hand, here!" shouted Rash over the comm. Jason squeezed off another quick burst and saw it connect as he snapped his stick left to assist his wingman. He saw the situation, and Rash was in trouble.

"On my way, Rash. Hold on." Jason hit his warp burner and zeroed in on his wingman.

"This bastard reminds me of you, Friday! He's fraggin' good!"

"Not as good as me, Roadrash!" Jason grinned, knowing that Lieutenant(J.G.) Ryan Rasher hated that nickname, which he had gotten as a result of a hovercycle race gone bad.

"Screw you, Jason! If I die here, I'm gonna haunt you!"

"Don't do me any favors, pal." Jason finally had the shot and fired an extended burst, just as the Kestrel's own burst hit Rash's starboard wing. The Romulan ship disintegrated.

"Man, could you have cut that any closer? Hey, what happened to your target?" Rash asked.

"He's back there somewhere. Your damage is pretty bad. Go ahead back to the Nimitz. I'll mop up here and head on back in a moment." Jason kicked his nose up and spotted the last Kestrel on his scope. He smiled and hit his warp burners.

"Roger that, lead. Skull Two is out. When you get back, beers are on me!" And with that, Rash warped out and was on his way back to the USS Nimitz.

"Now, you sonofabitch, let's dance!" muttered Jason as he accelerated directly at the last Kestrel. The Romulan pilot was still hitting his warp burner as well, and seemed determined to play Chicken with him.

Jason shunted all shields forward and locked his finger on the trigger. His burst slammed into the Romulan's forward shields as he saw the incoming green glow of a Romulan missile.

"Hell, this guy is as crazy as I am!" muttered Jason, as he banked hard right and barely missed being hit directly by the photon missile. Then the proximity fuse on the missile blew it and killed his engine. "Dammit!"

Caught in the planet's grav well, his ship slowly began to descend into the atmosphere. He checked his scope, and the Romulan was on his tail. Romulan fighter pilots always made certain of their kills. Jason smiled. "Good. Come on down, the atmosphere's fine." He kept juking and jinking his ship left and right, not giving the Romulan a solid lock. 

He was deadsticking the Valkyrie in, but he had something nasty in mind for his killer. 'If I die today, I'm not dying alone', he thought to himself. As soon as he had enough atmo around him after the intial burn of superheated gases around his hull, he pulled the stick straight back, flipping his Valkyrie upside down and locking the trigger to his stick. The blasts of pulse phasers shredded the Kestrel's portside wing, and then he switched to the starboard side, shredding that wing also.

*****

On board the Kestrel, Commander Delaara couldn't believe what she was seeing. "He's insane", she muttered to herself. First he had risked himself to save his wingman while leaving his back to her, and then he had burnered toward her at top speed while firing his phasers constantly, depleting her shields. She proxed a photon missile and fired, knowing he would have to turn away. Her forward shield was gone, but the missile did its job and the Federation Valkyrie was dropping dead stick into the atmosphere. 

Then the unthinkable happened. She followed him at a leisurely pace to make sure he burned up upon atmospheric entry, and was actually impressed that he had survived the initial burn. She smiled to herself and reluctantly rearmed her disruptors to fire on him when he heeled over upside down and shot both of her wings off with the last bit of juice in his phasers. She cursed profusely in Romulan as she tried to use her maneuvering thrusters to bring herself in. She followed the deadstick Valkyrie with her own now deadstick Kestrel, and made sure her repulsors were still working. At least she wouldn't die in a crash.

*****

Jason did a quick systems check and discovered that his repulsors were still working. At the rate they were falling, it was going to be a hard landing for both fighters. He checked his six and saw that the disabled Kestrel was following him in. "Great. Phasers are dry, I'm out of missiles, and now we're gonna have us a shootout on the ground. I salute you, sir." With that, he launched a middle finger behind him and made sure his phaser pistol was ready.

The impact of both fighters was pretty bad. The Valkyrie hit the ocean and skipped like a stone up onto the island beach. Jason popped his canopy as he saw the Kestrel hurtle by overhead, bounce off a giant pseudo palm tree, and flip end over end backwards into the ocean.

He watched in stunned bemusement at the sheer comedy of it, then realized that the floating Kestrel hadn't popped its canopy yet. It was capsized in the water, and Jason made a life-changing decision.

"Dammit, nobody deserves to die that way", he said to himself as he dove into the water and swam out to the capsized fighter. He dove under and saw through the canopy that the pilot appeared to be knocked out. He drew his phaser and burned the catches on the canopy off, holstering it and unlatching the pilot's safety harness. He dragged HER out of the seat and made for the surface as the remains of the Kestrel sank to the bottom of the sea. 

*****

Commander Delaara felt lips on hers shoving air into her as she regained consciousness and turned her head to violently expell the water from her lungs. She continued to cough as she felt moderate openhanded blows on her back to aid in the expelling of the water. She finally regained control of her breathing and thanked her rescuer.

"Well, I had to express my admiration for that prox fuse trick on the missile. Couldn't let you die before I did that. It wouldn't be honorable."

She leapt to her feet and glared at the smiling face of the Federation pilot standing up before her. Then she smiled.

"Well, you not only survived intial entry with a dead engine, but you managed to shoot my wings off. Well done."

Jason bowed slightly in respect and thanks for her compliment and looked her over. He had to admit that she was gorgeous, and reminded him of a Vulcan woman except for some minor forehead ridges that Vulcans didn't have. That and this lady was actually smiling, something Vulcan women didn't do. Her body under the flight suit she wore was toned and athletic, judging by how she had felt when he carried her ashore.

"Well, if we aren't going to continue to try to kill each other, my name is Friday. And you are?" he asked.

"Callsign? Must be, unless Human parents have sick senses of humor. My callsign is Foxhawk."

"I noticed your rank insignia. Commander, right? Well, you're definitely a fox, so it kinda fits." He smiled at her and turned to walk back to the wreckage of his fighter. 

'What does he mean by that?' she thought to herself as she followed him. She looked him over and thought that he was definitely well built for a Human. He had short black hair, dark blue eyes, and he had a wiry musculature that she had to admit was attractive, even if he was Human.

"Oh, hell. Dammit!" said Jason as he held up the destroyed distress beacon. "Your photon missile ripped my engine apart AND destroyed the distress beacon."

"Well, we could go get the one off my ship", she said.

"No dice, Commander. We can't dive that far down. I know Vulcans and Romulans are tougher than us Humans, but even you couldn't survive that kind of depth. I took a scan on my way down and the drop from the land shelf is approximately 2 kilometers straight down after the first 50 meters off the beach. Unless that beacon is automatic upon crashing, it's useless." Jason looked at the ground and shook his head.

"You're lying. You just don't want to end up in a Romulan POW camp!" she snarled at him.

Jason walked toward her until they were nose to nose. "Look, Commander, I want to get out of here as much as you do, even if it's as your prisoner. Now I guess we just wait and see who comes looking for us and if they care enough to do suborbital scans. This planet's ionosphere wreaks havoc on shipboard scanners." He then walked back to get his tricorder and survival rations from his ship, leaving her standing there dumbfounded.

"Wait!" she yelled and ran after him.

They made camp and Jason unzipped his flightsuit down to the waist, tying the arms around himself like a belt. Fixing the damned beacon seemed to be a lost cause, but he had to try. Sensing eyes on him, he looked over at Delaara and noticed that she was staring at him.

"You look like you want to say something, Commander."

"I was wondering what your rank and name are. All you've told me so far is 'Friday'." She chuckled. Her voice was kind of low and smokey, and he had to admit she was drop dead beautiful. He couldn't believe he was thinking this way about someone who was trying to kill him only a few hours ago.

"Lieutenant Jason MacKenzie, ma'am." He extended his hand, which she shook after realizing that this is how Humans introduce themselves. She also flushed a bit at the term of respect he used.

'He's definitely built, and he has a nice smile.' she thought to herself.

*****

He finally gave up on trying to fix the beacon and sat down beside her to watch the sun set. There were some light clouds in the sky and they turned red as the sun started to dip below the horizon.

Friday looked at Delaara and said "There are worse ways to spend the day than watching the sun set with a beautiful lady."

She felt the smile on her face as she heard what he said and turned towards him. "Thank you, Jason. You have manners and show respect. You're not so bad yourself, for a Human", she said in her smokey voice, and he actually blushed.

"Where are you from in the Empire, Commander?" he asked.

"Romulus. I miss it, sometimes. I love the stars, but my parents are there, still." She gazed up at the stars as they started to appear overhead. "By the way, we shouldn't stand on rank here. You can call me Delaara, Jason."

Jason smiled at that. He couldn't help but like her. Not only was she a hell of a pilot, but she was also beautiful and he was definitely getting hard under his flightsuit. That was the main reason he had tied his flightsuit arms around his waist, since his thoughts about her had caused his current erection, and it hadn't gone down yet.

"Hmm? What was that?"

"I asked where you were from", she said with that sexy smile.

He blushed. "Oh, I'm from Earth. A town called Santa Barbara, California."

"Do you miss it?"

"Occasionally. This beach reminds me of it, though. Same type of sunsets", he smiled back at her.

Delaara was suddenly hot below her belt as he smiled at her. 'What am I thinking? He's the ENEMY!' Then she thought 'But he's a nice guy, too. He even saved my life! Blast it!'

"Do you have anyone special back home?" she asked then, feeling the burning in her pussy grow as she found herself more and more attracted to this Human.

"No. It wouldn't be fair to any lady I was with, since I'm gone so long at a stretch. How about you?"

"Nobody. I just haven't met the one yet, I guess." She couldn't believe she had opened herself up like that.

"Well, there's someone out there for everyone. I'm a firm believer in that", Jason replied with a hint of a smile on his face as he stared up at the stars.

She couldn't take it anymore. The burning inside her wouldn't be ignored any longer. She reached over and turned his face towards hers, leaning in and kissing him hungrily.

Jason was caught a bit offguard by this at first. His eyes went wide as the enemy pilot kissed his lips, then thought 'to hell with it', closed his eyes, and kissed her back.

They kissed hungrily at first, then with even greater urgency as their mouths opened and their tongues began the ages old duel of passion. He laid her back on the soft sleeping mat that they had been sitting on, and moved over her as she reached up and undid the catches on her flight jacket. He helped her with it, his mouth never leaving hers as their kiss became even more passionate. She sat up and removed it, letting it drop to the mat behind her. She then reached for the bottom of the t-shirt he wore under his flight suit and lifted it up. They broke their kiss for a split second as he raised his arms and she lifted it above his head, tossing it aside. They saw the sheer lust in each other's eyes.

Jason looked at her breasts and guessed she was a C cup by Earth standards. He lifted the tanktop she wore under her flight jacket over her head, then ran his hands down her body as he leaned in and kissed her deeply, his tongue slowly caressing hers inside her mouth. He reached down and hooked his hands in the waist of her flight pants, and she raised herself up a bit to allow him to pull down her pants and panties in one shot. She kicked of her boots to help as he pulled them down past her ankles.

Once she was naked, Jason moved on top of her, kissing her as he reached down and started to pull his own flight suit off. He could smell her arousal, and his cock was harder than a tritanium spear.

"Stand up, Jason", she commanded in a voice that was pure sex. He did so automatically and she reached up and pulled his flight suit down for him. She saw his cock for the first time and nearly lost her mind. 'He's HUGE' Once he was naked, she pulled him down on top of her. "Fuck me, baby..."

Jason was only too happy to oblige her. He guided his cock into her pussy like a quantum torpedo, and thrust into her hard and fast. Her hot, wet, and extremely tight pussy seemed to suck him inside of her. He started to thrust hard and fast. Slamming his cock into her over and over and over. Faster and harder each time until she was moaning loudly in his ear. Her arms and legs wrapped around him as her passion skyrocketed, feeling herself about to come.

Jason was balls deep in her with each hard thrust, and he knew deep down that she was on the edge of orgasm. He knew because he could feel the contractions of her pussy and felt his own orgasm rising. She pulled him inside her as she came, screaming "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUCCCKKKKKKKKK YYYYYYEEESSSSSSSSSSSS!"

She felt him swell up even more inside her and knew he was about to come. "DO IT IN ME! COME IN ME BABY!" She was screaming as her first orgasm led into her second as he erupted inside her.

Jason shot load after load into Delaara, filling her womb as he collapsed on top of her.

They lay there breathing heavily together, as Jason rolled off her and pulled her into his arms. She reached up and kissed him softly on his lips. He kissed her back softly as well. She was the best he'd ever been with. He couldn't deny that. That was the hardest he'd ever come in his life.

Delaara sat there thinking the exact same thing. He put the Romulan men she'd been with to shame. None of them had ever made her come that hard, and none of them had given her two orgasms in a row. If he were Romulan, she would pledge herself to him on the spot. Those thoughts were still with her as they both drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

*****

He woke up the next morning before Delaara, and he spent some time gazing at her body. Her wiry musculature was similar to his, and he could see the muscle definition in her arms, legs, and stomach. She was the most athletic woman he'd ever been with. He leaned down and kissed her softly on her full lips, then kissed down her neck as he heard her moan. He kissed down to her beautiful breasts, and her hand came up to hold his head to her as he sucked her left nipple between his lips. She moaned louder and arched her back slightly.

She woke to find Jason sucking on her breast, and moaned as she held his head to her. She smiled even wider and she let out an even louder moan as he reached down between her thighs, rubbing the sparse hair on her pubic mound and then slipping a finger between her wet pussylips. She gasped as he rubbed her clit with his thumb and nearly came all over his hand right then and there.

"Good morning, beautiful." Jason smiled as he said those words to her, and she looked deep into his eyes as he looked deep into hers. Her eyes were the softest amber-brown he had ever seen.

"Good morning, love", Delaara replied. Their encounter last night had been one of need and lust. She hadn't expected this when she woke, but was indeed enjoying it. She somehow knew that this was meant to be. She wondered if he felt the same.

Jason read in her expression what her question was and hesitated for a moment. He knew that if he told her, she might freak out and possibly kill him. He also knew that if he didn't tell her, and she got away, he would never forgive himself.

"Delaara, I hope you don't think less of me, but I am in love with you. I've never met a more genuine woman, and you are exactly what I've been looking for in my life. If you don't feel the same way, then I understand. I wouldn't presume that you feel the same way for me, especially since we're supposed to be enemmmmphhhhh", he had to shut up as she thrust her tongue down his throat in the most passionate kiss that he had ever felt. He returned it with all that he had.

"Soooo, I guess you feel the same way?" he asked as they finally came up for air.

She giggled "What was your first clue, hotshot?"

"Honestly, when you didn't kill me out of hand after I rescued you", he said wryly and grinned.

She laughed and he kissed her again....

To Be Continued

Love Thy Enemy Ch. 02



The dogfight had been brutal. The flight of four Falcon class heavy fighters over NZ8-257 were spotted by long range probes and investigated by a pair of Valkyrie class interceptors piloted by Lieutenant Jason "Friday" MacKenzie and Lieutenant(J.G.) Ryan "Rash" Rasher, who took them down in a heated battle. 

During the skirmish, the Romulan flight leader sent a distress call to the cloaked Romulan Carrier hiding in the Neutral Zone, and was answered by Commander Delaara and her wingman in two Kestrel class light fighters. They arrived just as Jason blasted the last falcon out of the sky, and engaged the Valkyries in a pitched fight. Rash's ship was severely damaged during the fight, and Jason sent him home while he dealt with the last Romulan. Their game of Chicken ended with both pilots being shot down in the upper atmosphere of the planet, crashlanding on a deserted island....

*****

Rash stomped down the hall to the Captain's Quarters in a rage. His blond hair still a mess from the flight helmet he carried under his arm. Without even bothering to knock, he barged in on Captain Rachael Thatcher and glared at her as she sat at her desk.

"Captain, with all due respect, we have to go back for Friday! At least give me a few Valkyries as backup!" Rash nearly yelled at his C.O.

Captain Thatcher turned in her seat and eyed the young pilot from head to toe. She stood and after making sure her door was secured, stated "Stand down, Rash. We're needed in the Belaeus system. We've engaged Warp, and we'll come back as soon as that mission is over."

Ryan hung his head. He closed his eyes and asked "How long until we reach Belaeus?"

"ETA is 21 hours at maximum Warp, Rash. Don't worry. We'll come back for him as soon as possible. He's a big boy and can take care of himself." Rachael smiled at him. Rachael Thatcher was a beautiful woman, but had been given command of one of the Federation's newest Carriers on her merits as an officer. She ran a fairly informal ship, and didn't mind if the crew fraternized with each other.

Ryan looked at her and smiled back into her bright green eyes. He knew what she said was true, and said "Permission to kiss the Captain, sir?"

"Permission granted, Ace." She knew he loved it when she called him that and slid her arms around his neck as one of her most junior officers kissed her deeply and lovingly. They both knew that this was a fling, and just enjoyed each other while it lasted. During times of war, stress had to be released. Ryan and Rachael just found a tried and true method and stuck with it.

*****

Jason and Delaara sat on the beach on their shared Federation sleeping pad and laughed as they talked about everything under the stars.

"So Rash goes up to the Captain and said 'I wonder if the Klingons know you've escaped. I hear they like to capture angels' so she smacked him so hard every guy in the bar could feel it." Jason laughed as he recounted his wingman's failed attempt to seduce their Captain in the 11Forward bar onboard the Nimitz.

Delaara laughed and snuggled into her new lover. She thought back to how they had met and had to mentally shake her head. She knew as soon as she saw him that she had finally found a worthy mate, even if it took him longer to see it in her. Little did she know that he had felt the same way since he pulled her from her capsized and rapidly sinking fighter. He had performed standard rescue breathing on her to stop her from drowning, and they had spent the rest of that day talking, arguing, and finally fucking their brains out as the sun dipped below the horizon. 

Having no moon to control the tides, NZ8-257 had no high or low tide, and very little inclement weather in this part of the western equatorial hemisphere. If it wasn't so close to the Romulan Neutral Zone, the Federation probably would have colonized it and given it a real name by now.

"Well, when I first got promoted to Centurion, our ship's Subcommander came up to me and propositioned me. I looked him square in the eye and told him that he wasn't man enough. He raised his hand to strike me, but our Commander stopped him and executed him on the spot." She laughed at Jason's expression at that. "Just kidding. You don't know much about Romulans, do you?"

"Well, I know that you are related to Vulcans on a genetic level, but embraced emotions instead of suppressing them. Other than that, not much." He shrugged and said "But I'm enjoying learning more" and kissed her.

They sat together for a bit longer under the stars and snuggled close.

"Delaara, what was your wingman's name?" His question caught her offguard a bit.

"Stovral."

"Was he a good man?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry."

"This is war, Jason. We did what we had to do. You saved your friend by killing him. But unless anyone comes looking for us, this war is going to pass us by." She did feel a bit of sadness for the loss of her wingman and friend, but these were extraordinary circumstances, to say the least.

"True. If I know Rash, he's probably yelling at our Captain right now, trying to get her to send a rescue team." He chuckled "Or more likely, he's now giving it to her long and hard." Jason knew about Ryan and Rachael, even if the other members of the crew didn't.

Delaara looked shocked. "I thought you said she shot him down!"

"She did. Shot him down faster than you shot me down, in fact." He grinned at the analogy. "But the next thing I know, they're making out in the turbolift on the way up to the Captain's Quarters. She'd completely forgotten about me and my duty roster that I was to deliver to her."

"By Romulus!" She laughed her melodious laugh at that. "You caught them in the turbolift??"

"Yeah. You should have seen the looks on their faces! Priceless!" Jason grinned ear to ear and joined her in laughing hysterically at the comedy of the moment.

"Oh, I've been meaning to ask you why you got the callsign 'Friday', and how that has anything to do with your given name?"

"Well, that one is a little harder to explain. I mean, you probably know by now that I'm pretty insane behind the stick, right?" He looked at her and she nodded emphatically. "Ok, well the name comes from 'Friday the 13th', which is an old flatvid horror movie series from a few hundred years ago. Some smartass in flight training gave me that callsign. He loved the old 20th century movies, and after a screening of a few of them for our squadmates and instructors, the name stuck." He shrugged.

"Well, you shot me down, and I've been the top starfighter pilot in the Empire for 3 years in a row." Delaara couldn't help but feel some pride at that achievement.

"It takes the best to beat the best. I was the best too, and you shot me down." Jason grinned again at her. They had shot each other down. They'd fallen from the sky, and they had fallen in love with each other.

"Well, we'll have something to tell our children after the war is over." She grinned with that naughty gleem in her eye again.

"Delaara, I would love to have your babies." He watched her expression of shock and tried very hard not to laugh.

"You utter bastard!" She hit him on the shoulder and then mounted him, pushing him into the mat.

His erection was at full mast, and her pussy was dripping as she reached down and guided him inside her. She started to ride him, and he reached up to hold her beautiful breasts. She leaned down and whispered in his ear "You fucked me last night. Now it's my turn to fuck you, hotshot."

Her pussy was so wet and tight, Jason nearly came when she whispered in his ear with her smokey voice. They got into a slow steady rhythm of lovemaking. She sat up on him and placed her hands on his chest. He looked down to the neatly trimmed triangle of hair above her pussy, and watched as she controlled the action, this time. He could see the sheen of her juices on his cock as she slowly fucked him, moaning as his hard throbbing cock invaded her sweet wet tight love hole. He thrust up into her as she came down, and saw her head go back as her orgasm built to a crescendo. He felt her pussy clamp down as she came, moaning loudly, and nearly came himself. As she collapsed on him, he gently rolled them over and kissed her lips, neck and breasts slowly.

"I'm going to make love to you, Delaara. Nice and slow." With that, he started moving in her, rotating his hips with each slow steady thrust. He could feel her wetness as she moaned softly into his ear and whispered "I love you" to him. He whispered "I love you" back to her as they both felt the heat rising. She felt his balls tighten as her own orgasm loomed. He looked into her eyes and kissed her deeply as she came, and his own cum shot deep inside her. One pulse, two, then three. As their bodies tensed up, they could feel themselves become one with the other.

Some Romulans, like their Vulcan cousins, have limited telepathic ability. It's rare, but Delaara was one such example. She could feel his emotions as he felt hers, and it amplified their feelings even more.

"My God, Delaara! I could feel you and see what you were thinking." Jason couldn't believe it, but it had happened.

Delaara was just as surprised as he was. "I saw yours too, love. I could feel your love just as you felt mine!"

The feeling of their pseudo-mind meld left them both speechless and a bit overwhelmed. He held her close as he slowly slipped out of her pussy and pulled her to his side as he rolled off of her.

*****

Ryan looked at his Captain in bed beside him and realized that he was in love with her. She looked beautiful, sleeping there. By his chrono, they still had about 2 hours before they got to Belaeus, and he just gazed at her beauty. She wasn't a drop dead supermodel, but she was definitely a MILF. He grinned as he thought about that term and how it meant any older woman, not just mothers. She was 44, but looked 10 years younger. Her long chestnut hair was worn down, and she had perfect lips. He grinned even wider when he thought of that old flatvid movie "A Few Good Men", and couldn't help but agree with old Jack Nicholson when he said "You haven't lived until you've had a blowjob from a superior officer."

His Captain smiled to herself as she continued to feign sleep while Rash looked at her lovingly. Rachael Thatcher had never married, putting her career and crew before a personal life. She had had trysts and flings with other single officers, usually of the same rank. During a drunken party the night she had promoted Rash from Ensign to J.G., he had propositioned her with the worst pickup line she had ever heard. She smacked him silly, then told him in a whisper to go up to her cabin and wait for her. She then told him loudly enough that everyone in the ship's lounge could hear to go sleep it off. 

She also told him that if he told anyone, she would kill him herself. So far, the only other person who knew was Friday, and he would never tell. She winced when they had broken a liplock in the turbolift and turned to see the crazy bastard standing there with a grin from ear to ear. She knew his reputation for insane risks behind the stick, but she also knew that he would never jeopardize his best friend's happiness or hers. Every member of the crew loved her, and most of the male members of the crew fantasized about her. She knew everything, since she was the Captain, and was very good at her job.

One thing she couldn't believe was that she had fallen head over heels in love with a man over twenty years her junior. The phrase "robbing the cradle" came to mind briefly, then she thought about how good he was in bed for one so young.

Ryan was thinking the same about her as she opened her eyes and looked at him. "How long do we have, Lieutenant?" She asked, sleepily.

"A bit less than two hours, Captain."

"Good. Now fuck me and make me come, baby!"

"Yes, sir, ma'am!" and with that, he kissed her lovingly as he moved on top of her between her silky thighs....

*****

Dawn broke on the far side of the island as Delaara awoke to find her love still sleeping. She snuggled into him and smiled.

Jason felt her move and woke up, slowly moving his arm from below her head. He sat up and grabbed his flight suit and boots.

"Come back to bed, baby", she moaned softly.

"Delaara, we need to actually get up and find some fresh water and food today. We're out of rations and water tablets to turn this salt water into fresh. On the bright side, we can explore this island paradise together." He leaned down and kissed her lovingly. "Does your disruptor pistol still work, or was it damaged in the crash?"

"It was a bit waterlogged, but should be fine now", she replied.

"When you get back home, you should tell your people to waterproof their weapons, sweetheart." He winked and grinned as he said it.

She smiled back, pulled her pistol from its nearby holster on her flight pants, and fired a shot into the water. "It works", she grinned back.

"Good deal. Now, as much as I enjoy looking at your beautiful body, and as much as it pains me to say it, get dressed, Commander!"

"Fine, Lieutenant. You know I'll have to punish you for insubordination later." She winked at him as she said it with a downright wicked look.

To Be Continued...



Love Thy Enemy Ch. 03



The USS Nimitz dropped from Warp into the Belaeus system and they were immediately hailed.

"Hail coming in, Captain. It's the Enterprise," said the Lieutenant Chambers.

"On screen, Lieutenant," said Captain Rachael Thatcher. She smiled warmly at the face of Captain Jean-Luc Picard

"Hello, Rachael. Good to see you in our little neck of the war," said Picard jovially.

"What's the situation, Jean-Luc? We have an entire fighter wing at your disposal." Rachael was proud of that fact, the Nimitz being the first of a hopefully long line of Starfighter Carriers.

"Intelligence reports that the Romulans will be launching an offensive here within the next 24 hours. We have more ships coming, including the Defiant and the Excalibur. We're to blockade Belaeus IV and protect their Tritanium mining facilities at all costs," Picard replied.

"Understood, Captain. Nimitz out." She turned to her First Officer and the CAG standing beside her. "Well, you heard the man, CAG. Get your men spaceborne and patrolling. Number One, yellow alert, please."

"Aye, sir," they replied in unison.

*****

Jason and Delaara had finally dressed and made sure their weapons were at full charge before setting out into the island's interior. According to the survey team reports on NZ8-257, there were very few indigenous lifeforms here to worry about, but Jason didn't want to take any chances. He fired up his tricorder and began a sweep of the island itself, finding what could suitably be a fresh water source about half a kilometer in.

"I'll have to make a note to High Command to have tricorders as standard survival gear when I return," Delaara said with a wry smile.

Jason looked at her in mild surprise. "You mean they aren't, already? I thought yours must have gone down with your fighter."

Delaara shook her head. "No, since Romulan pilots are supposed to die in battle. We don't surrender, Jason."

"Well, if we have to do it formally, I hereby surrender to you, Commander. Now, if your people pick us up, will I be treated fairly as a prisoner of war?"

Delaara had to smile at that. She was already planning to resign her commission as soon as the war was over. It was a strange thing. Three days ago, she was looking forward to her next patrol as commander of her fighter wing. Now she was ready to give it all up for a man who had reached into her soul and shared himself fully with her.

"Jason, you will be treated with all the hospitality I can give you, as my husband. I have that right as a Praetorian." She moved up behind him on the trail, catching him and slipping her arms around his waist.

Jason turned in Delaara's arms and kissed her softly. He was ready to give up Starfleet for her, as well. "Well, Captor of my Heart, I look forward to having you as my wife. The water source should be just over the next rise. We can refill our canteens and wash up there. Tricorder says there aren't any harmful organisms in the water."

Delaara grinned at that. She definitely felt the need to clean the salt off herself after their morning swim in the ocean. Besides fucking, swimming, some light PT, and talking were their only activities while awaiting rescue.

They reached the small waterfall that was the source of the readings and were astounded by the beauty of the glade. The grass was short and a brilliant green, and the sunlight streamed through the tree branches above, giving it an almost surreal beauty. They lay down in the grass on their stomachs at the edge of the pool, and filled their canteens.

Jason rolled onto his back and gazed up at the clear blue sky and the giant orange sun of this world. "This planet reminds me of Risa, only without the tourist trap hotels."

Delaara pushed herself up on her elbows and looked at her lover with a wicked gleem in her eye. "I've been to Risa. What about the scantily clad women there to please your every need? Don't you miss them?"

Jason looked at her with pure love in his eyes. "Not in the slightest. You're better than all of them put together, Delaara."

She felt her face flush with that, and her ears started burning as she blushed at the compliment. "You're just saying that because you love me, hotshot."

"No, I'm saying it because it's true, AND I love you." Jason grinned and reached up, pulling her to him and kissing her lovingly. "I don't know about you, sweetheart, but I could use a dip in the water to cool down a bit and wash up. Care to join me?"

He stood and undid his flight suit and boots, pulling them off and dove into the water naked. The pool was about 25 meters across and over 2 meters deep in the center. Delaara admired his physique before disrobing and joining him. The water was cool, and they moved under the waterfall to wash themselves properly.

Delaara noticed the stubble on Jason's face and marvelled at how soft it was as her hand stroked his cheek. They washed the grime and salt away, running their hands all over each other as the waterfall cascaded over them. Afterward, as they leisurely swam toward the shore with their clothing and equipment on it, Delaara asked "How old are you, Jason? I don't even know your age."

"I'm 23, Delaara. Am I too young for you?" he asked with a smile and a glint in his eye as he watched her swim beside him. 

He deliberately didn't ask her how old she was, since he figured she was at least a few decades older. That, and he was a gentleman. Romulans, like Vulcans, didn't age as fast as humans. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties at most, to his eyes.

"Any age difference doesn't matter to me, love. I was just curious. Don't you want to know how old I am?" she asked in return.

"Just when your birthday is on the Federation calendar, sweetheart. A gentleman doesn't ask a lady her age, but I would love to get you a birthday present." He smiled at her.

"The same gentleman who shot me down, then saved me from a watery grave?" She grinned as she asked that.

"Well, I was raised to treat women with respect. Blame my mom and dad," he chuckled.

"Are your parents back on Earth?" she asked as they reached the shore and pulled themselves up onto the bank. "I'd like to meet them after we get rescued."

Jason lowered his eyes at the memory and said in a low voice "They died while I was still in the Academy."

Delaara moved towards him and hugged him close. "I'm sorry, love. I didn't know."

He looked up at her with a tear on his cheek. "No way you could have known, sweetheart. They were on a survey mission when they got ambushed by Cardassians. Their science vessel never stood a chance against three cruisers. The Enterprise arrived too late to save them, but they were avenged."

He told her of that day at Starfleet Academy when he had been called into the Commandant's office and told of his parents' fate. That was the day he had volunteered for starfighter pilot training.

"Are they the reason you're so reckless with your own life?" she asked, concerned and not wanting to lose him.

"Until now, yes. I threw myself into flying and dogfighting. I was always restless between missions, and I will probably hold the Starfleet record for Most Consecutive Hours in a training simulator for the next hundred years or more. When I wasn't on duty or on patrol, I was flying on the holodeck with the safety protocols off." He realized how stupid he had been, and it was a weight off his chest to confess this to the woman he loved. He still refused to grieve, though.

"What changed?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"I was shot down by the most beautiful woman in the universe," Jason replied and smiled at her. "I'm not afraid to die, but now I have something to live for."

"If you keep this up, I'm going to keep you forever," Delaara said with a smile and a deep kiss.

"Promise?" he asked as they finally broke the kiss. He had never felt this way before about any woman, much less an "enemy" of the Federation. But then he realized that she was just a regular person. A fighter pilot and a beautiful woman.

"Jason, you are unlike any man I have ever been with. Your compliments are genuine and you have real feeling in your heart. I can't wait to introduce you to my parents." She grinned at the look of abject fear on his face. "Don't worry, Jason. I know my mother and father will love you. They know that I would never settle for anything less than the best."

It was Jason's turn to blush at the compliment. As they lay by the pool, they lost themselves in each other and kissed softly with pure love in their hearts. The mind meld was effortless this time, and Jason saw her mother and father as she saw his, the last time he had seen them. Their memories intermingled as their bodies did the same. Then he noticed something a bit odd.

He broke the kiss and looked at her closely. She bore a striking resemblance to her mother, except for the forehead ridges that her mother lacked.

"Your mother is Vulcan." It was a statement.

"Yes, she is. She met my father when she came to Romulus on her first diplomatic mission, and they fell in love."

"That seems pretty strange, to me. I've met plenty of Vulcans, and none of them showed very much emotion," he chuckled quietly. "I would love to hear that story sometime." In his vision of them, her mother had been smiling as proudly as her father.

"She was very young when they met, and hadn't completely mastered her emotions. They worked closely together to bring about a peace treaty, and fell in love in the process. She is the daughter of Admiral Saavik of Starfleet."

That name was instantly familiar to Jason. He knew of her, and knew that she had served aboard the USS Enterprise under Captain Spock and Admiral Kirk. "I studied your grandmother's missions in the Academy. She was one hell of a Captain!"

Delaara smiled at him and the common knowledge and respect they both shared for her ancestor.

"I had the honor to meet Ambassador Spock once, back on Earth. He was attending our graduation, since Hikaru Sulu's great granddaughter Akiko was in my graduating class at the Academy." He smiled at the memory, and how the old Vulcan had been nearly jovial at the function.

"He's a friend of my parents!" Delaara exclaimed in surprise. "He's still on Romulus, in spite of the war. Unfortunately, he's watched closely since the Praetoriate doesn't trust him."

"Well, I for one hope they get a peace agreement worked out soon! I don't want either of us to be a prisoner when we get rescued," he said as he looked at her lovingly. "If anyone can do it, it's Ambassador Spock."

Delaara thought for a long moment before speaking again. "If we're rescued by Starfleet before the war ends, then I am defecting. I love my parents, and I love the Empire..." her voice trailed off as she whispered "but I love you more."

Jason was shocked completely at that admission. He had been wrestling with a similar decision as to which was more important. He had decided that they would never accept him as a defector, but he would surrender himself to the authorities should the Romulans find them first. "I've already formally surrendered to you, Delaara. Your people would never accept me as a defector."

"True," she replied. "They're distrustful of all outsiders, even those who have lived among us for decades."

"I trust you, Delaara. In the face of all I've been taught about Romulans, I trust you with my heart and my life."

Delaara once again blushed at his compliment and vocal affirmation of his love for her. She pulled him close and kissed him for what seemed like years, losing herself in his touch, as he lost himself in hers. "I trust you with all that I am, my love," she whispered to him after the kiss ended.

Jason felt himself slipping away into the passion they shared, and felt his hardness raging for her as he pushed her back on the soft grass and kissed slowly down her beautiful body. He paused to pay special attention to her breasts, taking first one, then the other nipple between his lips. He licked and sucked them until they were as hard as tritanium, then continued to kiss down across her well toned stomach. She spread her thighs as she ran her fingers through his short black hair, urging him lower.

Jason could smell her arousal from her freshly washed pussy, and it intoxicated him. He spread her lips gently and slowly licked between them, loving her sweet taste. He felt her shudder in pleasure, and heard a soft moan escape her lips. His tongue delved deep inside her as he slowly rubbed around her clit with his thumb, causing another, louder moan of pleasure. Pulling his tongue from her pussy, he flicked it lightly across her clit before sucking it gently. He slid a finger into her pussy while sucking on her bud and thrust it in and out slowly. He could feel her wetness growing and her fingers in his hair tightening as she pushed his mouth deeper into her. She came in a rush, her cunt clamping onto his probing finger as she screamed his name and came in his mouth.

Delaara shook from the pleasure of her orgasm, and marvelled at her lover again. No man had ever licked her like that before. She pulled him up and kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his tongue as she felt his hard throbbing cock at the entrance to her pussy. "Make love to me, baby. Please...." she begged him.

Jason slowly thrust into her as he heard her whispered plea in his ear. He felt her cunt grasp him as soon as he entered her, and her muscles seemed to suck him in with very little effort on his part. He hungered for her, wanting her to devour him as well as they made love. The mind meld started, sharing all feelings and emotions with each other as they moved together as one, lips and hips locked together in pure love and passion. When their orgasms hit them, they rode the waves of ecstasy together and found themselves coming again and again and again. They both screamed out in pleasure as their bodies stiffened and collapsed, breathing raggedly as they slowly recovered.

*****

The Battle of Belaeus IV was quick and dirty as the the Romulan fleet dropped out of warp nearly on top of the Starfleet contingent. The Enterprise and Excalibur engaged the Warbirds with support from the Nimitz fighter wing, while the Defiant quickly dispatched the Romulan Frigates.

With Friday MIA, Rash had been promoted to full Lieutenant and given command of Bravo Flight, 155th Squadron. The Skulls, as they were referred to in comm chatter, had the highest kill ratio in the Federation's burgeoning Starfighter Corps. Granted, most of those kills belonged to Friday and Rash, but all of them were great pilots. After the battle was over, and the remaining Romulans had been dispatched or retreated, Rash got a private comm from Captain Thatcher.

"Still alive, Ace?" came her worried sounding query.

"I'm here, honey. You're not getting rid of me that easily." Ryan grinned at his lover's concern, and was deeply touched by it. They knew they had to be careful, as their relationship could end both of their careers, but he wanted to shout it from the rooftops that he was in love with her. "I'll be back aboard as soon as I complete a flyby on Excalibur. Captain Calhoun asked for a damage assessment, since their internal sensors are offline."

"Thank God, Ryan. As soon as you report to Mac, get your hot cock back here so you can fuck my brains out!" She nearly shouted that last, and thanked the Stars that her ready room was soundproofed.

"Yes, sir, ma'am! Rash out." He completed his flyby and hailed the USS Excalibur.

"What's our status, Rash?" asked Captain Calhoun over the comm.

"Doesn't look great, sir. Your port nacell is hanging on with duct tape and bailing wire, as far as I could tell. Your shuttle bay is pretty well screwed, and your starboard phaser banks have definitely seen better days. I recommend dropping the nacell and getting the hell out of here. Sir." He grimaced at his own language. This wasn't Rachael he was talking to, and hoped that Captain Calhoun wasn't offended. He'd been hanging around Friday too long. "Apologies for the language, Captain."

The Excalibur's bridge crew was laughing over the comm as Captain Mac Calhoun replied "No harm, kid. That was tame compared to some of the language we use over here."

Rash grinned at that. Good to know that Rachael didn't have the only ship full of mavericks in Starfleet.

"Thank you, sir. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a hot date onboard my ship, and I plan on making her a happy woman," Rash said.

The laughter from the Excalibur was even louder at that, and Captain Calhoun said "Make sure you treat Rachael good, son. Otherwise, I'll shoot you myself. Excalibur out."

Rash was dumbfounded as he flew his Valkyrie into the Nimitz's aft fighter bay. How the hell had Captain Calhoun figured it out? Had she told him? Did someone else onboard know and told him? 'Oh shit', he thought.

Hitting his combadge as he got into the turbolift, Ryan said "On my way, Captain" as he hit the Captain's Quarters deck. When the door opened, she yanked him out and kissed him all over his face as she visibly checked him for even the smallest scratch. It was concern to a point, but it was also a game they played after particularly harrowing missions.

"Get in my quarters, Lieutenant. Now!" she said with lust in her eyes and sex in her voice.

"Not so fast, ma'am. I just had the strangest conversation with Excalibur. How in the Galaxy does Captain Calhoun know about us?"

"I told him, Rash. I had to tell someone, and I trust Mac and his crew to keep their mouths shut."

"Ok, just checking."

"Now, get your sweet ass in there for your... debriefing!" She moved in and kissed him again, pulling him with her through the door to her quarters and onto the bed. They nearly ripped each other's uniforms off as the uninhibited lust consumed them.

*****

Back on NZ8, Jason and Delaara made their way back to the crashed Valkyrie, holding hands as they strolled together contentedly. They had found some berries that were rich in nutrients and had tested as safe by the tricorder. Whole bushes full of them had been gathered and slung in Jason's survival bag.

Delaara was fascinated by the human custom of holding her lover's hand in hers as they walked. They didn't have anything like it on Romulus, and she wondered why. It was very enjoyable, even if it wasn't as intimate as kissing or making love.

"This place is paradise, and is even better with you here, Jason," Delaara said as they walked.

Jason brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it before replying. "I was thinking the same thing, Delaara." He looked at her with a smile, remembering the feel of her skin on his as they made love by the pool. "You know, I think Rash and Rachael are going to like you. They're the closest thing I have to family now, besides you."

Delaara was suddenly nervous, as if she was about to meet his parents. "Do you think so? I don't know..."

Jason smiled comfortingly at her. "Trust me on this. Rash is like a brother to me, and Rachael is almost like a mother. I'm honestly still amazed that they got together. They said it was just a fling, but it's been going on for over 6 months now."

"If he's anything like you, he knows how to keep her happy," she replied and grinned as she leaned over to give him a quick kiss on the lips.

Jason laughed. "Well, he's my brother in all but blood. We've fought together for over a year, and been drinking buddies since the Academy. My parents said he was the brother I never had, and I agree with them. Hell, they pretty much adopted him the last time we took a break to Santa Barbara before..." His voice trailed off.

"It's still hard to talk about, isn't it?" she held him tightly, her head resting on his shoulder. He nuzzled into her neck, sobbing.

"I never grieved for them. I focused on flying instead. I found revenge in every fighter I shot down, and every capital ship I helped destroy. But I never grieved." The tears were streaming down his face now, and she rubbed her hand up and down his back comfortingly.




Love Thy Enemy Ch. 03



"We all deal with grief in our own way, love. It's alright. I'm here." She held him tight and her heart ached for him. 

She knew what loss felt like, since he had shot her brother down in order to save his own brother. Then he had saved her life and earned her love. She had wanted to hate him at first, but couldn't. She had come to terms with the fact that he had killed her brother, and found that he was a good man just like Stovral. She loved him, and nothing would change that. That was the only trepidation she had about him meeting her parents.

He calmed down, and felt the weight lift from his shoulders. For the past four years, he had been diverting his attention from his parents' deaths, and had thrown himself into becoming the ultimate Avenging Angel behind the stick of a Starfighter. He had nursed his anger, concealed by his sense of humor. But when he got into the cockpit, he his sense of humor was gone, and only the Angel of Death flew out on missions to destroy the enemy.

Now the anger and sadness were gone, washed away by the tears of grief for them. All that was left were the good memories.

Delaara sensed the change in him and her heart leapt for joy.

"I'm sorry about your brother, Delaara. I could feel that in you when we made love, and it's amazing that you don't hate me," he whispered in her ear as he held her close.

A tear streamed down her cheek unbidden as she sensed his regret that Stovral had to die to save Rash. She loved him even more, knowing that if there had been any other way, he would have taken it.

"We can't hide anything from each other, can we?" She asked with a chuckle as he wiped the tear from her beautiful face.

"Not anymore. I'm your open book, sweetheart. By the way, you look fantastic for 60." He grinned at her as she laughed.

To Be Continued...



Love Thy Enemy Ch. 04



Rachael and Ryan woke up together, as usual. It had become a regular thing in the past few weeks, and both were getting used to it and enjoying the feel of sleeping next to each other. The Nimitz had been stationed at Belaeus IV with USS Gryphon until USS Excalibur could return from being repaired. Calhoun had taken his Sovereign Class Battleship to Starbase 763 for repairs a week ago, and the entire crew was itching to find out if Friday was still alive or not. He was more than a fellow pilot and crewmate. He was a friend.

Rachael had asked Jean-Luc Picard and the Enterprise to see if they could make it to the NZ8 system to search for Friday, and he had said that it would be possible after a quick pirate investigation along the Neutral Zone, since it was in the same general vicinity. That had been a day ago, and Jean-Luc had commed them to say he was now enroute to NZ8-257.

*****

Eight days after their crash landing, and 1 day before Enterprise began the journey to their little piece of Paradise, Jason and Delaara had settled into a routine of sorts. Up at dawn to do Physical Training, which included swimming, abdominals and arm strength workouts for two hours. Then a run to the pool for a quick wash under the small waterfall and a leisurely cooldown stroll back to their campsite. They had taken to sleeping inside the downed Valkyrie's single crew compartment behind the cockpit since a storm had rolled in on the evening of their third day and washed their fire away. The wreck was high enough on the beach and heavy enough that the waves from the storm couldn't wash it out to sea.

They had also discovered, entirely by accident, that they had similar taste in music. During their morning workout, Delaara had plugged a small music device into her ear for some workout music. When Jason asked what she was listening to, she smiled and placed the listener over his ear. His jaw just about hit the ground when he heard "Aces High" blasting into his eardrum. He then pulled out his own MP7 player that he used while flying on routine patrols and hit the play button. He had over 500 gigabytes of music on there. Mostly late 20th and early 21st century Heavy Metal. The familiar drums of "Where Eagles Dare" began playing from it.

"Honey, I have to ask. How the hell did you get Iron Maiden in the Empire?" Jason asked incredulously.

"I went to Earth once about ten years ago as part of a security detail for our Ambassador. As a pilot, I didn't have much to do, so I went shopping in downtown San Francisco while the talks were taking place. I went into a small shop that had a lot of old music, and I heard "Aces High" on the sound system. I asked the owner, Ricky, about it, and he was only too happy to show the 'hot alien babe' the Heavy Metal section." She chuckled at the memory. "We talked for hours about the similarities and differences between Human and Romulan music."

"Tesla Records!" Jason exclaimed and started laughing.

Delaara's eyes grew wide. "How did you know?"

"Where do you think I got my collection?" he grinned. "Ricky still owns the place, and his hair is even longer now. If we get the chance to go to Earth, we are gonna have to pop in and say 'hey' to him." They both laughed at that, and the memory of the long haired metalhead who was their friend.

"He was funny, that's for sure! He showed me a holopic of his wife and kids while I was there."

"His oldest, Jimmy, enrolled in the Academy a year after I did. He should be graduating in about a month from now." What were the odds? He had a feeling that if Starfleet rescued them, she would be made welcome by his friends on Earth. Their grins got even wider at the shared history.

"Why couldn't we have met before the war, Jason? We might already have a life together", she smiled sadly as she asked that question.

"Hey, sweetheart. We have a life now, and we'll have a life together after we're rescued." He took her into his arms and kissed her softly. He had always loved tall women, and Delaara was only half an inch shorter than he was.

Delaara loved his kiss, and she loved the beard he had been growing for nearly a week since the battle. She stroked it as they kissed even more passionately.

Just then, a roar passed overhead along with a very large shadow. They both looked up and drew their weapons.

"Orions", Jason growled.

"How did they find us?" Delaara asked nervously.

"The ionosphere messes with sensors, remember? It makes sense that pirates would hide out here. Looks like they're landing on the other side of the island." Jason was both relieved and frightened at the prospect of encountering Orions here. Frightened for Delaara's safety, while relieved that if they could somehow wrest control of that battle raider from them, they could rescue themselves.

"If we can get ahold of that ship, I could fly us out of here. I can read Orion", Delaara said hopefully.

"I love the way you think, baby." Jason leaned in and kissed her. They started into the light jungle towards where the battle raider appeared to touch down.

*****

On board the Enterprise, the investigation of pirate activity along the Neutral Zone was complete, except for one Orion battle raider that had escaped. Lieutenant Commander Worf turned to Captain Picard and informed him of the ship's probable destination as the NZ8 system.

"Good news, Mr. Worf. We might be able to get two birds with one stone." Picard smiled at the thought that he might be able to find out what happened to young Lieutenant MacKenzie and track down the escaped pirate ship at the same time.

"ETA is two hours until NZ8-257, sir", said Commander Riker. "When we get there, I'll have an away team ready to go when we determine their position."

"Excellent, Number One. Helm, engage."

*****

Jason and Delaara slipped forward in a low crawl as they topped the hill overlooking the battle raider's landing site. They spotted two Orions, a male and a female, outside the ship looking around. He used his ocular to zoom in on them, and discovered something odd.

"Delaara, take a look at this. Anything seem a bit off to you?" he asked as he passed her the mini-telescope.

She looked through it and saw it immediately. The male Orion seemed to be taking orders from the female. As they watched, three more Orion males came down the boarding ramp at the back of the ship. The female ordered them to secure the area, judging by her hand gestures.

"She's in charge, Jason. I don't like this. If a female Orion is in charge, that means....." she couldn't finish the sentence.

"She's the baddest bitch of the bunch, honey." Jason didn't even want to think about the horrors she was capable of. Male Orions were nasty enough. If a female was commanding them, she would have to be twice as mean and twice as deadly.

"What do we do?" They probably saw our camp, so they'll be heading our way soon." Delaara handed Jason his ocular back and he stowed it in the flight suit's left leg cargo pocket.

"The only thing between us and that ship is five Orions. Probably two still inside the ship as security. so add two to the estimate and we're dealing with a possible total of nine crewmembers. Orion Pirate crews are nearly always all male, so the odds are that any females onboard aren't active crew, but concubines. If we open fire from here, they'll just up skids and gone. If we manage to kill Queen Bitch down there with the first shot, her XO will call evac, and we still won't have a ship. Our best option to capture it is to get up close, somehow. Any ideas?" Jason looked at her as he asked.

"Orion males are lecherous fools, so a stranded female Romulan fighter pilot who was downed here might be able to persuade them to take her onboard with them. For the promise of some latinum, of course." She grinned and could see him slowly shake his head 'no'.

"With a male captain, I would say 'hell yes, go for it'. With a female captain, she would see you as a rival and burn you down where you stand. I would stand a better chance of getting their attention while you snuck around and neutralized their onboard security detachment. I know Orion females, and most of them are sex-starved nymphos. Even the crazy ones." He could see that she didn't like the idea. "I don't like it either, but a direct assault is out of the question, here. They outnumber us nearly five to one, sweetheart."

"Ok. If you can draw their attention, I can sneak around behind them. And Jason...."

"Yes, Delaara?" he asked as he turned to face her.

She kissed him passionately and held him close to her. She whispered in his ear "I love you, baby. Please be careful."

He kissed her back. "I love you too, sweetheart. You be careful, too. I'll be fine." Jason smiled at her and she slid off to the right to circle around. He went left and prepared to make himself a Human target.

'Ok, here goes' he thought as he stood up, his phaser hidden inside his mostly unzipped flight suit in an oblique angle. The weapon was flat enough that it probably wouldn't be spotted at a cursory glance. He raised his hands and started towards the landed Orion ship.

"HELLO!" he yelled at the closest sentry. "I SURRENDER!"

The Orion sentry looked at him strangely at first, and raised his disruptor rifle.

"Don't shoot! I'm just looking for a ride off this rock! Are you the Captain?"

The green skinned pirate didn't say anything, but motioned him to move past him with the barrel of his rifle. He then spoke quietly into his comm to presumably his captain.

Jason promptly marched forward with his arms raised in the universal sign of surrender. The female Orion stood and walked towards him. The sway of her hips alone would have made most men turn to jelly in their boots. Luckily, she didn't hold a candle to Delaara, in his eyes.

"Well well. A Federation fighter jockey? I recognize your flight suit", she said with a seductive smile on her face.

Jason grinned back. "Lieutenant Jason MacKenzie, at your service, ma'am. I would be much obliged if you could give me a lift off this rock."

"I'm Captain Sulina, and this is my ship, the Havester. Are you the one responsible for all that Romulan wreckage in orbit?"

"Most of it. I blew the last Kestrel as my engines overloaded, and I crashed on the other side of this island. Totalled my Valkyrie. My wingman made it out, but I was burning in at the time and he probably presumed me dead." He shrugged. "I just want a ride off this rock, and would be much obliged. I can pay you in latinum for transport to a Federation or neutral world." Jason was pouring on the charm as much as possible, while still spinning a believable tale.

"From the wreckage we scanned, there were four Falcons, but only one Kestrel. What happened to the last Kestrel, Lieutenant?" she asked with a perfectly raised eyebrow.

"It dropped about 100 meters off the land shelf on the other side. Have your ship do a scan if you don't believe me. It sank like a rock." He smiled and shrugged again.

The female Captain turned and nodded to her subordinate, who spoke quietly into his comlink. A pregnant minute passed before he received the confirmation from his ship's sensor operator and whispered his findings to the Captain.

"So how many of those kills were yours alone?" she asked him with a genuine smile on her face.

"Total of four were mine. Two were joint kills between me and my wingman before he took serious damage and had to disengage." All of that was true, and he wanted to avoid lying to her as much as possible. Orions had an instinct if anyone was falsifying information.

She nodded her head in appreciation. "Impressive, Lieutenant. I like a man who knows his way around a cockpit." The way she said it with her lascivious wink was all too clear. She just wanted him in her cockpit for some wild hot green lovin'.

That was when he caught a peripheral glimpse of Delaara sneaking up the ramp of the ship, and decided that he would give her a minute to do her magic. "Well, Captain. I can definitely fit any.... positions you had in mind", he said with a grin and the double entendre left hanging in the air.

'Holy crap, I just felt like James Bond chatting up the femme fatale', he thought about Bounce and his insane collection of old 20th century flatvid movies.

That was when he caught Delaara out the corner of his eye leaning out from the boarding ramp and aiming her disruptor pistol directly at the Captain's back. She gestured 'three down, ok' to him and he gave a smiling nod in reply.

The first green bolt blasted through the female Orion as Jason dodged to the side. He drew his phaser as they turned to fire at Delaara and burned two down where they stood. Delaara had ducked back inside the ship, and the Klingon disruptor rifles' bolts glanced off the hull. The last two were trying to bring down the threat on their ship as Jason blasted went to fire and nothing happened. He reached over to the nearest fallen Orion and grabbed his rifle, just in time for the closest Orion to notice that he was moving and his friends were dead. He turned as Jason brought the rifle up and squeezed the trigger, blowing a fist sized hole through the green man's chest. As his partner turned, the green bolt from Delaara's disruptor pistol blew his head clean off.

Jason stood up to see Delaara running towards him, grinning. He ran and grabbed her up in his arms, feeling her body against his and thankful she was alive.

"I love you, sweetheart", he whispered to her as he held her close. The relief washing over them that their plan had actually worked.

"I love you, Jason. Did you have to flirt with that bitch that much, though?" she asked with an arched eyebrow.

Jason looked at her quizzically until she tapped her pointed ear. "Romulan hearing, hotshot." She smiled at him and he kissed her lovingly.

"Ok, let's go have a look at our new ship, beautiful." Jason grinned as they walked toward the battle raider hand in hand.

*****

The Enterprise dropped out of warp and took up an orbit around NZ8-257, automatically dropping probes into the upper atmosphere. 

Commander Data was on monitor duty and spotted them. "Captain, there are presently two life forms on an island in the western equatorial hemisphere. One is Human. The other is Romulan."

"Thank you, Mr. Data. Will, is your away team assembled?" asked Captain Picard.

"Aye, sir. We'll beam down immediately." Will Riker ran for the turbolift with Worf and Ensign Brower on his heels.

*****

"This is HOPELESS!" screamed Delaara as she glared at the locked controls of the battle raider. "That fucking bitch was too smart for her own good!" She then punched the console, sending sparks flying.

"Sweetheart, remind me to never make you angry", said Jason with a soft chuckle. She glared at him for a split-second before her gaze softened and she put her arms around him.

"I'm sorry, love. I have a bit of a temper, sometimes." She smiled sheepishly as he chuckled.

"Let's go back to the crash site, sweetheart. We can at least move our stuff here and bury the dead pirates. This ship is a lot better cover in a storm." Jason shrugged, and Delaara couldn't help but feel that everything would be alright in the end, even if this damn ship was grounded.

They left down the boarding ramp and walked the klick back to their crash site camp hand in hand. They sat down on the beach just as the sun was setting, leaning together as only lovers could do.

"If or when we do get rescued, I'm going to miss these sunsets", Delaara said.

"This is where we fell in love, sweetheart. When this war ends, and we have our own children, I pray that we can come back here after that damn Neutral Zone is gone and we can all live in peace." Jason was always hopeful. "And if not, I still own my old house in Santa Barbara. The sunsets there are about the same."

She smiled at that and leaned into his arms, turning her lips to meet his. they were disrobing faster than normal as the stress of combat from earlier finally caught up to them, causing a horniness that they hadn't felt since crashing. With superior strength, Delaara pinned him down, her mouth covering his as she mounted his extremely hard cock.

"Now it's my turn to fuck your brains out, baby", she said with a wicked gleem in her eyes as she started riding him hard and fast. his own thrusts met hers and he gave as good as he got, causing her first orgasm in record time. Her cunt clamped so tightly on him, he thought she would snap his cock in half as she screamed out a primal roar of lust.

She collapsed on his chest as he rolled her over, raising her legs above his shoulders and started laying into her even harder. Their moans and screams split the air as they came together over and over, the mind meld taking them to new heights of ecstacy. 

Jason rolled off of her and pulled her to him. She draped her leg across his hips and they were asleep almost instantly.

The unmistakable thrum of a transporter beam nearly woke them from their slumber.

*****

Will Riker, Worf, Dr. Beverly Crusher, and Ensign Brower all materialized and beheld the scene before them. Worf was wide eyed as his mouth dropped open, Riker was laughing softly, Brower was eyeing the beautiful Romulan lady, and Beverly was blushing as she averted her eyes.

*****

Something at the back of Jason's mind nudged him awake, and he opened his eyes to see the Starfleet contingent standing over him.

"Sonuvabitch!" he shouted, waking the beauty in his arms.

"What is it, baby?" she asked before getting a good look at the three Humans and one Klingon standing over them.

"Umm, this isn't what it... oh shit. Ok, this is exactly what it looks like", Jason said, grinning ear to ear.

For her part, Delaara blushed fiercely and clung to him even tighter.

"Permission to get dressed, Commander Riker, sir?" Jason asked with a salute.

Riker, grinning ear to ear and nearly laughing himself hoarse, said "Permission granted, Lieutenant."

As they quickly collected their flight suits and put them on, Jason made the introductions.

"Delaara, this is Commander Will Riker, Dr. Beverly Crusher, Lt. Commander Worf, and.... HOLY SHIT! Jimmy????"

Ensign James "Jimmy" Brower had graduated early from Starfleet Academy, in the top of his class. He had chosen the Enterprise as his first duty assignment.

"Hey, Friday. Good to see ya, man." Jimmy sounded almost exactly like his father.

"You're Ricky's boy?" asked Delaara. "Jason said you weren't graduating until next month!"

"Whoa! You know my dad?" Jimmy asked with his mouth hanging open.

"Know him??? He introduced me to Iron Maiden!" She grinned as she saw the confusion on most of their faces and the huge grin Jimmy was sporting.

"Yes, ma'am. That's my dad!" Jimmy said proudly.

"Hell, Jim. I didn't know you graduated early! You should have commed me!" Jason said, grinning ear to ear. This was all just too much.

Composing himself, Will Riker finally addressed the business at hand.

"Lieutenant MacKenzie, are you prepared to hand your prisoner over to Starfleet authorities?" asked Riker.

"With respect, no sir. She's not my prisoner, sir." Jason was back to spit and polish, in spite of the beard that Delaara loved on him.

"Explain yourself, Lieutenant", Worf barked out in his baritone voice.

"With respect, Commander Worf, she isn't my prisoner." His hand went to hers and squeezed it comfortingly. "Go ahead and tell them, sweetheart."

She glanced at him and saw his smile. She smiled radiantly and turned back to the assembled Starfleet officers. "I, Commander Delaara, formerly the commanding officer of Gladius Wing, declare my intent to defect to the United Federation of Planets and marry Lieutenant Jason MacKenzie, Bravo Flight Leader of Skull Squadron. Is that acceptable, Commander Riker?"




Love Thy Enemy Ch. 04



Riker looked at each of them in turn. Jimmy Brower was nodding yes. Dr. Crusher had a 'why not' look on her face, and Worf was just glaring at both of the pilots.

Riker turned to them and shrugged. "Personally, I have no problem with it, but it's up to Starfleet Command, ultimately." He tapped his combadge. "Enterprise, six to beam up."

*****

Jason and Delaara stood in Captain Picard's ready room with Commander Riker as Picard looked over Lieutenant MacKenzie's After Action Report. He was both surprised and pleased with Jason and Delaara's work on the planet, when it came to neutralizing the pirates.

"Those Orion pirates you killed were terrorizing our colonies further into Federation space. I've contacted Starfleet Command as to your defection request, Commander." Picard regarded them with respect and also a bit of confusion. "One thing perplexes me, however. You say that after you shot each other down, you ended up falling in love?"

Jason took the lead on this one. "Yes, sir. What started as a matter of honor to rescue a fellow fighter pilot became what you see now. I love Commander Delaara with all my heart."

Jean-Luc Picard then turned his gaze on the young Commander and raised one eyebrow. "And you, Commander? Is this how you feel as well?"

"It is, Captain Picard. Jason... Lieutenant MacKenzie is the man I have searched for all my life, and I wasn't about to be separated from him by a war or a border. I love him, Captain." They held the same rank, albeit in opposing militaries, but she showed the utmost respect for him, and that was not lost on the Captain.

"Well, I've forwarded a copy of your report to Starfleet Command, and I assume you will wish to act as Commander Delaara's defection liaison, Lieutenant?" Captain Jean-Luc Picard was many things. Starship captain, warrior, poet, philosopher, but above all he was a romantic. After reading the Lieutenant's AAR and the Commander's account of what happened both during and after the dogfight above NZ8-257, he couldn't help but wish the two young lovers the best. In his report to the Admiralty, he also included his own recommendation that she be allowed to defect under the supervision of Lieutenant Jason MacKenzie.

The Captain turned to address Jason again. "Before you go, Lieutenant. With respect to your wedding, I do have one request...."

*****

With the signing of a new peace treaty between the Romulan Empire and the United Federation of Planets, everyone was once again at peace.

Lieutenant MacKenzie was promoted to Lieutenant Commander for his role in securing the NZ8 system from both the Romulans and Orion pirates, and Commander Delaara was given a crash course in Starfleet battle tactics and effectively demoted two grades to Lieutenant Commander in Starfleet Fighter Command. She didn't mind one bit, just happy to finally wear the same uniform as her love. 

They were then assigned to the USS Nimitz, under Captain Rachael Thatcher.

*****

Two months later...

"There you are! Man, we got the comm from Enterprise to come pick you up, but nobody was saying shit about what happened to you!" Rash hugged Jason hard, slapping his back.

"Good to see you too, Rash." Jason grinned, and looked around at the assembled Skulls. "With the transfers of our CO and XO to the Eisenhower, I'll be taking command of Skull Squadron. Here is our new XO." He stepped aside and Lieutenant Commander Deraala walked down the boarding ramp of the shuttle from the USS Enterprise. Every eye in the place went wide as they recognized the beautiful Romulan now assigned as their XO.

"Commander Deraala is the best pilot in the galaxy, and the only one to ever shoot me down. You will show her the same respect that you show me or the Captain. IS THAT CLEAR?" He shouted the last question at the assembled fighter jockeys.

"YES, SIR!" came the immediate reply.

"Good. Squadron, DISMISSED!" Jason was already moving with Rash and Deraala by his side. The statuesque Romulan hadn't said a word yet, but the radiant smile on her face when she looked at Jason was unmistakable.

"Rash, I need a favor, brother." Jason looked and Rash raised an eyebrow in question. "I'd be honored if you would be Best Man at my wedding." Rash stopped dead in his tracks, with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

"Are you kidding me? You're getting married???" Rash grinned like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. "So, who's the unlucky...." He saw his best friend take Delaara's hand and his jaw dropped nearly all the way to the deck.

Rash dropped his gaze for a moment, then looked up and walked quickly forward, hugging Delaara tight. "If you're gonna be my new sister, then I'm your brother. You can call me Ryan or Rash. But if you hurt Friday in any way, shape or form, I'll smack you upside the head!" and he stepped back with a huge grin on his face and a tear forming in his eye.

Delaara laughed musically. "Good to meet you, Rash. Jason has told me much about you." She smiled her disarmingly beautiful smile at him, and Jason knew that she had a brother for life in Rash.

"Now we have to go see the Captain. Is she on the Bridge or her ready room?" he asked.

"Ready Room. We're about to get off duty, so we'd better hurry!" Rash said as they entered the turbolift up to the Bridge.

The trio stepped onto the Bridge of the USS Nimitz and made a beeline for Captain Thatcher's ready room.

They rang the door chime and heard "Come in" from the other side. The three entered the ready room and Captain Thatcher was immediately startled by Delaara's striking features. Then she got up and walked straight up to Rash, grabbed him, and kissed him hard and passionately. Jason and Delaara just grinned.

Composing herself, the Captain returned to her desk and sat behind it. "As you can see, Friday, there have been a few changes around here." She smiled warmly at her new Squadron Commander. Ryan and I have gone pseudo-public with telling the crew of our relationship." She looked at Delaara. "I presume by the look on your face, Commander, that Friday has already told you everyting about us." She kept the warm smile in place. Delaara immediately liked her new Captain, and she smiled warmly back, taking Jason's hand.

"Jason was right. I love you both, and I thank you for accepting me." Delaara realized that she had smiled more in the past three months than in her entire life before that. "I'd ask you to be my Maid of Honor at our wedding, Captain, if you accept?"

Rachael was stunned. She glanced at Rash, who was grinning like a cheshire cat, and she realized that he would be Friday's Best Man. She ran around her desk and hugged Delaara tight. She whispered "You make an honest man out of him, but if you hurt him, I'll shove you out an airlock!" with a playful tone to her voice. All four of them were grinning ear to ear by that point, until something occurred to Rachael.

"Friday, if I'm going to be Maid of Honor, then who's performing the actual Wedding? I'm Ship's Captain, here."

Well, Captain Picard asked to perform it, and I have the utmost respect for the man. He was the one who told me about my parents when I was still at the Academy, so I thought it was only fair to let him have the honor. Apologies if I offended you, ma'am." 

"I understand perfectly, Jason." Then turning to Delaara, "It would be my pleasure to be your Maid of Honor, Commander. Now, let's all go to my Quarters for some Romulan Ale." She winked at Delaara, who had grinned widely at the choice of beverage.

*****

Several hours later, the quartet of Officers and Friends sat around the table in Rachael's quarters, still drinking and talking like they had all known each other their entire lives. Rachael and Rash both grew to love Delaara in record time, as she wasn't like any Romulan they had ever met.

"So while Jason was flirting with the Orion Captain, I neutralized her internal security detachment, then shot her in the back." Delaara said with the sweetest smile as Jason sat there grinning with pride.

"That was a good 50 meter shot with a disruptor pistol, too!" he added. "She's the best pistol shooter I've ever seen."

Rachael and Rash were wide eyed at the account, then Rash toppled over, passed out from all the ale he'd drunk.

Rachael looked down at him... "Bloody lightweight. If he wasn't so good in bed..." she finished with an affectionate laugh for him as she got up, picked him up almost effortlessly, and laid him on her bed.

"Well, Cap, it looks like we need to make ourselves scarce", Jason said with a wink for his Captain. "He'll wake up in about ten minutes, horny as hell. I've seen this happen before."

"Oh? Oh! Well, you two can show yourselves out. I need to get ready, then!" the Captain giggled like a schoolgirl as Delaara and Jason got up and left, laughing softly.

"Well, sweetheart, are you ready to see our new Quarters?", Jason asked her.

"Lead the way, love", she said with a smile, taking his hand.

"The wedding is the day after tomorrow. Are you sure you want to be my wife?" Jason asked, a naughty glint in his eye.

She stopped and looked at him. Her expression became thoughtful for a few moments before she said "I have never been more sure of anything in my life, my love."

"Well, in that case, let me do this right." Jason said as he pulled a small square felt case out of his pocket. He got down on one knee, opened the case, containing a diamond engagement ring, and looked up at her with a tear in his eye. "Delaara, will you marry me?"

Having read up on this custom, she knew how much it meant to him, and a tear cascaded down her cheek as she smiled radiantly. "Yes, my love. I will marry you!" He slid the ring onto her finger and rose to kiss his love, who had once been his enemy.

The End..... for now...

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First time writer, here. As you could probably tell by the way the character development progressed with each chapter. I hope you like it, and please vote if you do. If you aren't into Star Trek, then don't judge. Thanks in advance. :)