Lady Drace

Julian poked his lover in the ribs beside him on the couch.

“Oh?! Who exactly invited who to dinner?”

Garak huffed wryly.

“And exactly how many excruciatingly obvious hints did it take to get us there?”

He didn't even have to look to know that Julian was blushing.

“Let's change the subject.”

Pouncing on the red-faced doctor, Garak smirked.

“Oh no, I find that I rather like this subject!”

Julian silenced his lover the only way he knew how.

 

“Computer, stop alarm.”

Julian was about to sit up in bed, when he realized he couldn't. A strong arm was wrapped around his chest, effectively preventing any attempt Julian made of getting up.

Stroking the hand clutching him he murmured:

“Elim... I have to get up. You have to let go.”

The only reaction from his bedmate was a quiet groan and tightening of the arm around him.

Sighing, Julian gave up his attempt and slumped back in bed with a wry smile.

“Computer, alert me again in fifteen minutes.”

“Sisko's going to kill me!”

Handing Julian a comb and plucking the empty cup of tea from the doctor's fingers, Garak protested mildly:

“He will not. You're not the first person to be late for his tedious staff meetings.”

Combing his hair frantically and toeing on a boot at the same time, Julian hissed:

“But he will definitely deliver his fatherly sermon about keeping time.”

Catching the comb flying towards him, Garak smirked:

“Well, I do hope this morning's pleasures make up for that.”

His only reply was a snort and a quick kiss before the door closed behind Julian.

Julian rubbed his eyes and groaned. As he removed his hands from his face, he spotted a mug of tarkalean tea that had suddenly appeared next to him and Garak moving back to the couch with his novel.

As the Cardassian sat down Julian murmered a sincere:

“Thank you.”

The only reply was a soft look and the hint of a smile over the edge of the reader.

With a grateful sigh Julian sipped the tea and resumed his reading.

“You like the blue shirt, right?"

Garak stopped combing his hair and sighed inaudibly.

“Yes, but why ask, if you refuse to let me help you pick something out?”

Julian's voice was muffled by the closet he was rummaging through.

“I want to pick out my own clothes. I know my taste is horrible, but it's a matter of pride!”

Emerging from the closet wearing the blue shirt, Julian smiled sweetly at the Cardassian.

“Although, my pride aside, I still want to wear something you like when we go out.”

Garak returned the smile.

“There's hope for your taste yet.”