“This really is an astonishingly beautiful place, Garak… Have you ever really been here?”
He blinked, briefly taken aback. “Of course. Many times.”
“Why?”
He wasn’t quite sure what to do with that question. “I’m sorry?”
“Why do people come here?”
“Ah…” Think fast, Elim. It probably wouldn’t do to admit up front that it was a particularly popular place for lovemaking. “Well, it is a renowned spot for vole-hunting.” There. That was true.
Julian smiled, eyes narrowing, and tilted his head. “Vole-hunting.”
“Mmm.”
Oh, and now suddenly Julian turned to him, moved towards him; his smile changed, subtly, and his voice dipped low. “And is that why you chose to bring me here? So we could go vole-hunting?” Ah, that voice, dripping with nectar; when he talked that way, Garak could listen for hours…
At least, in theory. In reality, when Julian talked that way, Garak could usually handle it for about thirty seconds before he needed to taste him.
He was acutely aware that the clock had started. Tick, tick, tick, oh, little mercies…
“Vole-hunting is perhaps not exactly what I had in mind, Doctor…” Somehow he kept his voice steady, but he allowed something of what he was feeling to show through, to drift between the words. Now? Please?
Julian had come just close enough to touch, and Garak found himself very much inclined to do so; his hand moved smoothly, surely, sliding around Julian’s waist, finding its way to that remarkably intriguing lattice, fingers slipping in to stroke soft skin, oh… His eyes closed for a moment; when they re-opened, Julian was smiling, leaning in.
His voice was teasing. “Good. I’m really not dressed for it.”
“Ah… and what are you dressed for, my dear?” Now his other hand could move to Julian’s neck, could trace up and down its arch, so naked, so exposed; Julian tilted his head, opening himself to Garak’s touch, and how was the man so intoxicating? I am drunk on one glass of kanar…
Dark brows arched, and Julian’s smile quirked. “Well, I’m definitely on the hunt for something. It’s just not voles.”
Ouch. He winced, hands pausing in their motion. “And you chastised me for my terrible line?”
Now that smile widened, showing teeth. “Look, are you going to complain about my flirting technique or are you going to kiss me?”
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