Quickie
Title: Quickie
Series: Star Trek, Deep Space Nine.
Rating: I think it can barely rate an R for suggestive... stuff.
Warnings: Silliness.
Beta: PrelocAndKanar had a peek at this before posting, but I ignored her completely! Muahahahaa! Thanks a lot for your input though. :o)
Feedback: Yes please.
Disclaimer: I don't own any quick Cardassians or delectable Doctors. *sigh* Not mine. At all. Oh I only wish.
Summary: A little snippet of bed-talk and action.
Author's Note: Written just for fun. In my defense I was very sleep deprived when I wrote this and I giggled manically all the way through. And before you ask: yes, Julian is insatiable and Garak is a super-sex-machine.
{Late night, Space Station Deep Space Nine. Habitat Ring. Doctor Bashir's Quarters. Bedroom.}
J: [Exhausted panting]
You know Elim, sex doesn't always have to be an hour long marathon. Haven't you ever heard of quickies?
E: [Amused, but clearly not out of breath.]
No, I can't say that I have, my dear.
J: [Huff]
Figures... is it even possible for you to make love in less than 5 hours?
E: [Innocently surprised]
Of course, if that's what you want.
J: [Shrug]
Well sometimes it's nice to just... you know... relieve the pressure.
E: [Pause]
I see. And... do you need pressure relief right now?
J: [Blush, mumble]
Uhm... not really but... I wouldn't say no to... uhm...
E: [Sigh]
Julian, I shall never understand how it can be so difficult to simply say that you want to make love.
J: [Snort]
Oh that's rich coming from the man who never says anything before pouncing me!
E: [Casually pleased with himself]
Action speaks clearer than words, my dear. Oh, and could you tell me what time it is?
J: [Turning to chronometer]
Uhm... it's 23.49. Why?
E: [pounce]
{23.54}
J: [Gasp, pant] Jeez Elim...
E: [Smug and still not out of breath]
Was it... 'quick' enough for you my dear?
J: [Awed]
Good God...
End.