Title:  The Cooking Lesson
Author:  Heather Cook
Series Codes:  DS9, G/B, R (PWP)
Archiving:  ASC/ASCEM; all other ask first 
Summary:  Written to satisfy my challenge to write a 
dialogue only piece for this picture - 
http://members.tripod.com/~GBLvr/lunch.jpg 

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"Do you have to return to work this afternoon, my dear?  Or 
can you take the afternoon off?"

"Well - that depends."

"On what?"

"On what you had in mind..."

"Well, I think I’d like to take you back to our quarters, 
and have some dessert."

"Oh, really?  And what exactly would ‘dessert’ be?  Will 
you have a Cardassian sweet, or something Terran?" 

"I believe it will be something Terran, velvety smooth and 
sweet, in a lovely caramel color."

"Mmmm...that sounds positively sinful.  So tell me, does 
this dessert have a name?"

"Why yes, my dear, it does.  His name is Julian."

<snort> "You mean me?  I’m hardly edible."

"I beg to differ.  You, my dear doctor, are the tastiest 
morsel I’ve had the pleasure to sample in a very long 
time."

"You know what they say, Elim...too much of a good 
thing..."

"There’s no such thing as too much when it comes to you, my 
dear."

"So, are there any recipes, or suggested ways to serve 
‘Julian’?"

"I may have come across a few, here and there, but I 
thought that perhaps today, I would just savor you in your 
natural state."

"Oh really?  I’m afraid that I’m a bit slow when it comes 
to things like the culinary arts...perhaps if you were to 
tell me what it is you want, in great detail, I may be able 
to better satisfy your appetite."

"You would like details?  Very well, my dear...first I’ll 
take you to our quarters, and lock the door.  After I 
divest you of that awful uniform, I plan to touch every 
square inch of your lovely skin, each arc and curve and 
plane.  When I’ve done with that, I’ll retrace my steps, 
and taste you.  That little hollow at the base of your 
throat, your nipple, that delightful human belly button, 
the backs of your knees, the arch of your foot...all of it, 
except for the best, which I will save for last.   Slowly, 
so that I may savor each nuance of taste and texture, I’ll 
let my mouth slide over your cock.  I’ll wrap my lips 
around it, and -"

<gasp>

"Julian?"

"Yes, Elim?"

"My dear - are you alright?"

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"You appear to be flushed..."

"No...I’m fine.  It’s just a bit - hot in here.  Please go 
on."

"As you wish, my dear.  Now where was I?  Oh, yes.  I’ll 
wrap my lips around your cock, and I’ll - " 

<whimper>

"My dear?  Are you quite sure that you’re only hot?  Why 
you look positively ill."

"Yes...maybe I am a bit...perhaps we should return to our 
quarters, where the air is cooler?"

"Yes, perhaps that would be best, although it may not be 
cooler there for very long..."

* * * * *

<chirp> "Garak to Infirmary."

"This is the Infirmary.  How may I help you, Mr. Garak?"

"Unless it is an emergency, no one is to disturb Dr. Bashir 
for the rest of the day.  He has - a cooking lesson.  Garak 
out."

* * * * *

"Elim...that was...wonderful.  Tell me, is there a similar 
Cardassian delicacy that I might try?"

"As a matter of fact..."