Too Tired

Title: Too Tired.

Series: Star trek, Deep Space Nine

Rating: R-ish.

Warnings: Silliness.

Beta: None for this one.

Feedback: Yes please.

Disclaimer: I don't own any sleepy Cardassians or needy Doctors. *sigh* Not mine. At all. Oh I only wish.

Summary: Another little snippet of bed-talk and action.

Link to this drabble on AO3.

{Late night, Space Station Deep Space Nine. Habitat Ring. Doctor Bashir's Quarters. Bedroom.}

J: Garak? Are you asleep?

E: [Sleepy]

Yes.

J: [Snuggle]

Too bad...

E: [Snuggle. Yawn]

I'm sorry, my dear, I'm simply too tired.

J: [Snuggle. Fondle]

E: [Sigh]

I'm serious, I'm half asleep already.

J: [Kiss. Fondle]

E: Mmm... that 'does' feel very nice...

J: [Squirming]

Oh, that's nothing!

E: [Puzzled]

Julian? What are you... oh.

J: [Smirk]

Now, doesn't 'that' feel nice?

E: [Nod. Sigh]

J: [Teasing]

Too bad you're too sleepy...

E: [Gasp]

Very well, I submit. We can try one of your famous quickies. But you can do all the work! I'm just too tired.

J: Excellent.

[Rearranging]

E: [Frown]

What are you doing?

J: [Grope. Fondle]

If I'm to do all the work, I'll damn well do what I want.

E: Well I can see the fairness of that statement, but don't you think you're being a little-[unmpfh!]

J: [Smug]

Shut up and let me do the work.

E: [Surrendering sigh]

Fine.

J: [Fumble. Touch. Pant]

E: What 'are' you doing?!

J: [Snicker]

Give it a minute.

E: [Annoyed]

I don't see how giving it a minute is going to-OH!

J: [Smirk]

Told you.

E: [GaspPantFlailMoanWhimperSighShiverSpasm

BuckWiggleGroan]

J: [Chuckle]

Now wasn't that worth it staying awake for?

E: [...]

J: [Frown]

Garak? ...Elim?

E: [Snore]

J: [Sigh]

End.