Title: Cry Wolf
Feedback: I'm hoping for crit on this one: I've never written in first person present, and I'd like to know what works and what doesn't.
Author's Note: Written for a Live Journal challenge to write a drabble or other short-short inspired by one's default icon. I'm hoping this will stand alone without the challenge to prop it up, but I'm not sure.
Disclaimer: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine is the property of Paramount. No profit is made from this fan fiction.
Summary: Garak tells the truth.
I introduced myself to Dr. Bashir because he was beautiful. I wanted to watch his eyes gleam as he knelt before me; I wanted to reveal every inch of his skin. I wanted to master him, educate him, and make him my companion in exile.
"Come on, Garak. What's this really all about?"
I sigh and take his empty glass, placing it on the end table. "I suspect we should have discussed this when you were younger."
"When I believed every word you said?" he asks, grinning at me.
"It did make things simpler."
He shakes his head and rolls his eyes affectionately, then yelps when I kiss him. When I persist, slowly and gently pressing my lips to his and stroking his shoulder and his back, he relaxes. His mouth opens and he returns the kiss, toying tentatively with my clothing as I press him back onto the couch.
When I release his mouth and open my eyes, he doesn't look any less suspicious. But he smiles again and brushes my neckridge through my tunic. "I'll sleep with you because I want to," he tells me, "not because I believe you."
I grasp his hand and hold it to my neck, and his eyes do gleam as I gasp and thrust against him.
"I believe I can accept that," I whisper.