Title: Just a Moment
By: Tori Morris
Rating: PG-13, as it's very chaste.
Subject: Jadzia/Julian, for the Bajorarama monthly challenge.
Note: I'm so sorry that I failed to write you porn, Nostalgia. I just can't get Jadzia to fuck him. My bad.
The infirmary was blessedly quiet. The Argolis cluster
mission had gone well, with only minor injuries that he had been able
to patch up as they came in. Ensign Ngolo's leg had been a bit of a
nail biter for a moment, but he had been able to send him to his
quarters after the fighting had been finished.
And now, as the Defiant smoothly slid into orbit around
Starbase 375, he puttered about replacing supplies and setting the
biobeds back to normal status. All work he could have gotten a nurse
to do, had he one, and had he not enjoyed the menial nature of the
work. There was something very pleasurable about pretending for the
briefest of instants, that his mind wasn't working at double the
speed of everyone else.
Perhaps this is why he hadn't heard the slight decompression
of the door as it slid open, hadn't heard her footsteps on the floor
until her cool hand had found its way to his shoulder. He jumped, and
then looked up, his eyes meeting her pale blue ones. They were
beautiful, perhaps his favorite feature of her, when he had
entertained enough hopes to list them.
"Ja-- captain." He stated, turning around to stare more fully
at her. She was covered in dry soot, and smelled faintly of exploding
consoles and sweat. "Need anything?" He had long become familiar with
Captain Sisko's habit of waiting until the last minute for medical
treatment, and although it had never been one of Jadzia's, perhaps it
was a trick of the trade.
She smiled wanly, and returned her hand behind her back,
before looking slightly away. "I was just..." A pause, and
then, "Julian, you know... sometimes I worry that I'm doing the wrong
thing. With Worf."
"Really?" He sputtered out and then instantly regretted it.
It was the sort of reply that said entirely too much in it's
quickness, the eager tone in its voice.
Perhaps a millimeter of her slim eyebrow raised at that, as
if she knew what he had meant. It seemed like she could see right
through him, always, and even now it made him wonder what ever made
him think he could have compared.
"Yes, really." She said, and stepped closer to him. He leaned
against the biobed. "If there's one thing I dislike, it's regrets. I
don't want to be dead and come back every zhian'tara to tell them
about regret."
"Like Torias?" Julian still had intimate memories from his
time spent hosting the former test pilot. She smiled then, just a
little bit. It reminded me of how when she was truly happy, her smile
could light up a room, and intoxicate a man like nothing else. Worf
was indeed a lucky man.
"Yes." She paused and then, "You know, it's so funny. I've
lived over three hundred years-- seen empires rise and fall, and
still I worry, that I haven't made the right choices."
"Just like any of us sentient beings," Julian said, lightly,
feeling the edge of the biobed press into his back. She was so close
to him now, he could just feel her body heat at the edge of his
perception, and the subtle brush of her overjacket against his hand.
She leaned in closer, blue eyes locked on his own, and kissed him,
pressing up against his body. He blinked in surprise for a moment,
then closed them, savoring the moment. His blood pounded, and he
could feel an erection rising in his trousers.
It seemed all too short, and then Jadzia pulled away. He
stared at her, in what must have been abject confusion, before she
ruffled his hair, and turned away, leaving as quickly as she had
arrived. The room was quiet, nothing but the slight electrical hum
and buzz to replace the sound of her.
He wondered, if someday she would drive him mad.