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.
{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.