Subject: A Good Night G/B R PWP From: lostinms@network-one.com Date: 1998/04/30 Okay folks, I know this is a little different from my usual writing, but Jen got this challenge from Sophie to write a PWP, an all-out fuck fest, so of course she called me to ask for some help. Anyway, we decided to have a little contest, and Jen won!!! who'd've thought? You've got to read hers too, don't miss it! But, seriously, it was fun writing it and I hope ya'll enjoy it too, we laughed our asses off in embarrassment. Paramount owns 'em, I'm just lettin' 'em do what they really want to do. I've seen the looks they give each other over that Rokassa juice and Tarkalian tea. That stuff must be an aphrodisiac, I gotta get some of that. A Goodnight by Olivia Monteith Long, tanned limbs stretched out over cool white sheets, the slim body laying in peaceful slumber. His soft rhythmic breathing accompanied only by his heartbeat in his companion's ear. The grey form lay so closely that it seemed a shadow that fell partly over his chest. Garak's eyes were open, but he didn't see anything of the outward world, only the images that dance behind his eyes. Images of he and his lithe lover, as they caressed each other's skin, lips roaming the landscape of the other's body, dropping kisses wherever they might light. Without conscious thought, his fingers traced faint designs over the warm canvas, trailing tickles over the sensitive ribcage and waking the young man. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," Garak said softly, even as he lifted his head and began to rain kisses and gentle bites over Julian's chest and shoulder. " 'S quite alright," Julian murmured, his fingers exploring the ridges and scales that rose up along Garak's spine. "I don't mind." The Cardassian's lips and teeth worked their way up his neck to the shell-like human ear, nipping the soft lobe before traveling on to his jawline. Grey textured fingers ran through dark curls, traced the angular jaw and long thin neck. Julian's prominent collarbone was caressed by a single digit that slowly slid down his chest to lightly encircle a nipple, drawing a almost inaudible moan from the younger man. Taking advantage of the moment, Garak's mouth descended over Julian's, his tongue sliding over full lips, then further into to warmth of his lover's mouth. The long slender fingers on the broad back curled and began a slow journey from just beneath the plates that covered the back of Garak's shoulders to the twin ridges that ran along the top of his hip bones, causing the tailor to shudder. Julian smiled, Garak loved to have his back scratched. His hands continued on their path, over the hip ridges to the pelvic bones, causing the Cardassian to moan and his back to arch. Those maddening hands moved upward now, the tips of the fingers sliding delicately under the edges of the breast plate, to the soft leather like skin below. Garak was trembling now, a low growl beginning in his throat. His arms could barely support his weight, and there was nothing in the universe except the sensations pouring through his every nerve ending and the deliciously hot body beneath him. He gripped the slight shoulders, and in one quick movement he was covered by the young man. The doctor was surprised, but quickly recovered, and lowered his mouth to Garak's ear, whispering, "I love you," before biting the ridge that traversed from the bottom of the ear to the tailor's jaw. They were both panting now, moving in a steady urgent rhythm, striving for a perfect moment of bliss. Julian's soft sighs grew to full-throated moans, as Garak's growling became more of a rumbling purr. Julian's lashes fluttered as his eyes closed tightly, but Garak's remained open, feeding on the passion that suffused the young man's features. Moisture pooled in the exiles eyes, pride in his heart that he could bring this human beauty to this state. His hands curled around the slim waist, pulling Julian tightly against him, as they both finally reached the plane where only pleasure and love existed, and held each other in a shuddering embrace, until it passed, much to their mutual reluctance. They lay like this for long minutes, trying to catch their breath and hold on to the moment, heavy hands moving to stroke tired, slightly aching limbs. Eventually, Garak once again heard the soft breathing of his lover as he dropped off to sleep, while the ever watchful tailor lay awake, staring and yet not seeing.