Snow

It was snowing on the promenade; large flakes gathered and fell covering shop windows and doorways with a heavy dusting of white powder and for a brief moment Garak marvelled at the sight, he had seen snow before even though it was not a commodity found anywhere on his desert like homeworld. Nor did he like the stuff, his memory reminded him of the day that Dr Bashir had talked him into a skiing simulation in the holosuite, he shuddered slightly at the remembrance of the cold wet snow on his skin and his hair, no, he did not like snow at all..

Shaking his head Garak returned to his workstation a mug of hot chocolate in hand, he took a sip of the bittersweet liquid then carefully placed it on the desk. Moments later he had started to cut the material that lay in front of him when the old fashioned bell at the front of the shop started to ring, somebody clearly wanted his attention.

It was strange Garak thought that moments after thinking of the good doctor that the human stood leaning in the doorway. He wore cream coloured pants and a forest green shirt made of silk. Down the left side of the shirt was a delicately stitched emblem and on a closer inspection Garak realised it was the emblem of his homeland.

The human suddenly stepped away from the door and walked toward the Cardassian. Garak was stunned when the younger man took the cutting tool that he held out of his hand then gently pushed him back towards the chair at the back of the shop. Garak felt the back of his legs touch the chair and was forced to sit before he fell backwards into it. He opened his mouth to protest or make some sort of comment about the Doctor’s behaviour maybe a gentle telling off would be issued. Before the words left his mouth however he found a soft finger applied to his lips and he looked up into the younger man’s pleading eyes. Understanding something unusual was happening here the Cardassian collected his composure and waited for whatever happened next. He did not have to wait long, the human straightened and allowed Garak one of his dazzling smiles, there was a mischief that danced across his features and Garak wondered what would happen next. The younger man produced a padd and tapped a few things into it shortly after soft music started to play and it took just seconds for Garak to recognise it as the anthem of his homeworld. Garak’s eyes narrowed slightly and he decided that there had better be a good reason for the torture that the young man was putting him through. Garak was so focused in his momentary anger that it took him a full minute to realise that the doctor now stood in front of him slowly undoing the clasps of his clothing.

Garak watched transfixed as Bashir’s slender hands worked the clasps then the silk fell back to reveal a black vest that fitted the humans chest as a glove would a hand. Bashir’s hands moved slowly and suggestively across his chest stopping to rub over his nipples before one hand slowly made its way to his belt and Garak’s ice blue eyes followed it.

Bashir’s belt was made of soft and supple leather and again the Cardassian emblem played a part this time as the buckle that held the leather together. Slender fingers stopped at the buckle and just as Garak not believing his luck so far began to think this impromptu display was to end there. The human walked over to him before he knew what was happening Garak found the human sitting on his lap guiding the Cardassians large grey hand across his lap and up to the solid silver clasp. The Cardassian hesitated for a brief moment but was prompted by a gentle finger running along a neck ridge and the look of ease and want in the young humans eyes. The belt was removed with little fuss and Garak was surprised by the softness of the leather between his fingers.

Bashir’s vest was the next thing to go and Garak was surprised to find that the garment was made of Andorian cotton. The material was luxurious in the extreme and due to recent floods on Andor it was in short supply and expensive the cardassian guessed that the vest must have cost one bar of latinum at least.

Thoughts of latinum soon disappeared from the Cardassian’s mind when he found his hands guided once more to the point of contact with the young human. This time Garak found his hands moved slowly over the warm bare skin of Bashir’s chest the contact drove the cardassian mad with want and he felt himself harden and he knew that the night would be a long one for him.

Bashir’s pants were soon on the floor. the human stood in front of Garak slowly running his hands over every inch of his soft golden skin and as he fought for his remaining composure Garak’s eyes closed, when he reopened them the doctor was gone with no trace that he had been there at all.

A day or so later Garak had heard the whole story about the aliens that made wishes come true and although embarrassed he knew he would never forget his experiences. He sat alone in the replimat Tarkelean tea in hand and thought over the whole thing. He knew that the events never would happen for real and that suited him fine. He was lost in thought when he felt a hand on his shoulder it was Bashir the doctor smiled at him but had no time to stop but as he passed, he placed a small velvet pouch on the table and smiling over his shoulder walked away. Garak picked up what the human had left behind and opened the pouch inside was a hand written note it read I KNOW! Be at my quarters for 20.00 for dinner. Garak tipped the pouch up and a small silver Cardassian crest fell out Garak snatched it up and with a small smile walked back to his shop the afternoon would fly by in no time at all.

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