drorah asked:
brinnanza answered:
I cheated a little bit, but there’s definitely pushing and kissing involved. BEHOLD it’s the smut fic (so it’s uh rated E for ExplIcit).
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Julian wouldn’t say he’s drunk, exactly. Not that he hadn’t given it the old college try - between the scotch he’d had with Miles, the beers he’d chased the scotch with, and the potent, fruity liqueur Quark had convinced him to sample, the only thing keeping him upright and not in a puddle on the floor is the alcohol tolerance afforded by his genetic enhancements.
So he’s not drunk. More like… pleasantly buzzed. As a medical professional, he’s qualified to make the distinction. He’s just tipsy enough that it seems like a good idea to be standing outside of Garak’s quarters in the middle of the night, leaning on the buzzer and seriously considering using his medical override. (It would be tremendously unethical, obviously, and would probably get him booted from Starfleet besides, but considering where he is and when, it’s safe to say that his judgment isn’t quite sound.)
He’s spared the humiliation of having to depart Deep Space Nine in disgrace when the door finally slides open to reveal the room’s occupant, wearing a soft-looking tunic and trousers and glaring at him.
“Doctor,” Garak says. His voice is all irritation, none of it fond. “I assume you have a very good reason for waking me at this hour?”
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