The Dark Beauty Saga

"Dark Beauty" is the name I've given to the characters of Sheila Stephens and K'avir Velimir.  Can't believe it's been almost ten years since I created them, back when I was writing Star Trek fanfic with Alliyah, Neets, Gerri and Noob on LiveJournal.

Ah, good times.

I will say that I am working on putting them in an original work of fiction, tentatively titled Blade Dancer, but the world building is colossal. In time, they will return in full novel form.  But for now, I have them right here for your enjoyment.

Combat   1   2   3

Feenin'    1   2   3   4

The Hunt   1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9   10

Khalaya Moon   1   2   3   

Fan Art Invitation

"Cosmic Sheila"

Artist Julie Nguyen created this amazing fanart of Dr. Sheila Stephens.  This is the very first sanctioned image of Sheila and I'm very pleased with the result.  For those of you who are fans of the Dark Beauty Trilogy ("Combat," "Feenin'" & "The Hunt"), please let Julie know (via the Comments section) what you think of her work.  

If you are an artist and a fan of K'avir & Sheila, feel free to submit your own depictions.  Here are some basic guidelines:

Sheila is of African descent.  The frame of reference is a 21st century African-American woman.  She is 5'10, curvy and athletic with brown eyes.  Her hair is dark brown with reddish-gold highlights. It's kinky, thick and long.  Sheila likes to fight and has a scar on her upper arm.

K'avir is Vulcan.  He is 6'4, 225 lbs, muscular with broad shoulders and rich dark skin.  His hair is black but he does not wear it in the traditional Vulcan fashion.

Combat (3/3)

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She moaned as his lips slid over her neck.  How was she supposed to fight off a man she desperately wanted?  A man who was hard in every sense of the word and wanted her as much as she wanted him.

‘Fight, girl!  Fight!  If you want him to bend you over and do you like you want to be done, then do as he says!’

Sheila inhaled and put her hands on K’avir’s chest.  With as much strength as she was capable of, she shoved him.  K’avir stumbled back and Sheila bum-rushed him, shoving him again.  She took a deep breath and punched him in the face.  Adrenalin flowed through her body as she realized she was fighting him naked.  Determined to make it count, she kneed him in the balls.  If fighting was K’avir’s form of foreplay, then she could handle that.  And this time, she gave him no quarter.  She brought both fists down between his shoulder blades and then brought her knee up again, connecting with his chin.  K’avir fell backwards onto the floor and Sheila moved away from him, feeling the blood rush to her head and to her sex; she was so damned horny now.  So this was how he wanted it.  So much for the sweet, tender shit, but Sheila was beyond that.  She wanted him to throw her down on the bed, grab her by her hair and fuck the hell out of her.  And if fighting got him to do exactly that, then she would scrap as hard as she could.

Damn, it was a turn-on!  She liked to fight.

Combat (2/3)

3.  Knife

Sheila was still sore from last night, but she never let the soreness or her resultant bruises keep her from her duty or from her lessons.  She was determined to hurt K’avir, one way or another.  She stood with one leg bent, her knife in her hand.

“I trust that you aren’t distracted tonight, Doctor?”

She was calm, serene.  “I’m going to slit you from your throat to your dick, K’avir.”

         

She was very amusing.  “Of course you may try, Doctor.  Assuming you can touch me.”  Then he slapped his chest.  “Come on.  Cut me.  If you can.”  He was eager to see what she would do.

Sheila smiled at him very slowly, her dark eyes flashing, and to K’avir’s chagrin, he found himself getting aroused.  She was a wild, fierce beauty; a woman who would be more than capable of handling him during his illogical time, as well as any other time.  He quickly put that thought out of his mind.

The next thing he knew, her knife pierced his left pectoral right above the nipple.  Sheila grinned.  “You’re cut.”

Combat (1/3)

 1.      Hand

“I’m ready.”

“You appear to be, Dr. Stephens.  Though appearances can be deceptive.”

“Not tonight, baby.  Now are you going to stand there and talk?”

“No.  I have been ordered to teach you full hand-to-hand combat from the captain.”

“You say that like you don’t want to teach me, K’avir.”

“On the contrary, Dr. Stephens.  You are my best student.”

Sheila smiled in spite of herself.  She’d better be.  Every evening after her shift in sickbay was over, she made sure she had her combat training.  It was the best part of her day, as she could vent her frustrations with a really hot guy.  She, Marlena and Trisha had progressed to the point that they were ready for advanced exercises.  Sheila had been working with K’avir specifically since the mutiny.  She loved to fight.  After years with Lenny beating on her, she wasn’t about to take another blow from anybody, except from her instructor.  K’avir respected her enough to actually try and hit her and she liked that. 

He had said, “Your opponent will not care that you are a woman.  You should know that, Dr. Stephens.”