Mundane series drabble: Plot

Title: Plot
Series: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Pairings: Garak/Bashir.
Rating: PG 
Warnings: None.
Beta: Not for this one.
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Summary: Drabble (100 words). Someone is plotting...

Garak entered the infirmary with a wicked grin on his face.

“Hello, my dear. Care to join me for dinner?”

Julian sent the tailor an apologetic smile.

“I'm sorry, Elim, I can't. I have to be here when the Lissepian envoy arrives to prepare for the medical conference.”

Smiling even wider, Garak said:

“Ah, I'm afraid the Lissepians will not arrive until tomorrow. Apparently they've found evidence of a plot against the envoy.”

Julian quirked an eyebrow.

“Indeed?”

Garak simply smiled innocently.

Sighing, Julian shook his head at his lover.

“I love you, Elim, but you're a devious bastard sometimes.”

Fanfic quote of the day

<You are beautiful,> said Garak simply.

Bashir was in no mood to argue that point. <Look, I have to contact Dax or O'Brien, and tell them about the dravium. They'll probably be able to get the nanites out once they know what's attracting them, and then they can-->

The Cardassian's lips were a lot softer than he would ever have imagined.

From Babylon by Ariana.

Note: This must be THE single most unsatisfying story I've ever read involving G/B. *sigh* But still quotable.