Things were going better then he had ever imagined they would. Even with the early signs, he had estimated it would take years for her to reach a level where she could be left in his quarters unmonitored. Yet now, only six months since he first saw her, she was able to move about the ship with only basic restrictions. She had to wear a hooded robe when ever she was outside of his quarters, but that was for her own protection. And his.
For a Klingon, she was quite willing to learn and obey him. She had already learned to speak Romulian and was able to cook many of his favorite Romulian cuisine. So what if her cooking never quite tasted right or that when she spoke Romulian it made her sound awkward and childish. That didn't matter to him any more and neither did any of her other failings because he knew she would improve with his help. Anyway, he loved her now.
That was the problem. I had heard stories since childhood about the barbarity and worthlessness of Klingons and had spent his entire adult life devoted to serving the empire. And now, despite all of his training, all of his discipline, and all of his preparations he had fallen in love with a woman who had once been his prisoner and was considered to be a blood enemy. If word of his unorthodox love became known, he knew it would be death for both him and her.
But everyday he found it harder and harder to keep it a secret. That's why he had arranged transport for them on the warbird Ducar. The Ducar was under the command of Ja Naro, an old friend of his since childhood. If anyone would understand him, it would be Naro. Naro had agreed to have dinner with him in his quarters in two hours so now he had to make sure everything was perfect if he was going to be able to tell him about DaKol.
"Did he say yes?" "Of course he did. I wouldn't have brought us here if I doubted he would visit us."
The doors to their quarters had barely sealed before she rushed out into the main room.
"That's wonderful. I've wanted to meet some of your friends for so long."
"Don't worry. You will. We'd better make sure everything will be ready when he gets here. Did you…"
He couldn't even finish his sentence. He could always tell when she wanted attention. She had learned long ago that if she wanted his attention, all she had to do was ask. And she usually asked in the same way every time because she knew he couldn't resist her once her clothes were off. This time though she had added to her effort by applying a Romulian glitter onto her body that made her breasts sparkle in the dim lighting.
"Do you always wear nothing under your robe, or only when I'm around?" He asked her, jokingly.
"I'm always fully dressed when I leave home, but as of late my undergarments don't fit as well so I've chosen to spend more time at home. You don't mind, do you?"
