For kira-nerys, a good writer and a nice gal who always has wonderful things to say about talented people such as myself.

Dukat cleared his throat and smirked, "Well, I feel it’s fairly justified." He chuckled and stretched his arms above his head, before turned to his companion. "You seemed to enjoy it."

Kira rolled her eyes silently as he continued. Dukat ran one finger across her breast ignoring the sounds of displeasure made by the redheaded Bajoran. "I always knew you were a passionate woman, Major. Together we make a very dynamic couple."

Kira threw the covers off them both and swung her bare legs over the side of the bed as she began to put her discarded clothes back on. "Whatever."

"Whatever?" Dukat asked incredulously. "We had passion—fire! Together we reached heights of untold ecstasy." He snorted, "Show some charity, Nerys. Such a passionate interlude does not happen every day, you know."

She shrugged before slipping her blouse over her head; "It was okay."

"Okay?" Dukat glared at her. "It was the most sexually vibrant experience either of us has ever had!"

Kira blew her bangs out of her eyes before reaching for one of her boots. "That you ever had maybe."

Dukat sat straight up in the bed, "What the hell does that mean?"

"Nothing." Kira sighed as she rose from the mattress, "Let’s just drop it, okay?"

"No!" Dukat insisted, "Are you saying that this was not the best sex you ever had?"

"Listen, I’m not trying to hurt your feelings…" she began.

"Hurt my…? I assure you my feeling are far from being hurt!"

"Good." Kira said with a polite smile, "Now if you don’t mind I have to get to my quarters. I have an early staff meeting."

"Fine." Dukat said in clipped tones.

"Great." Kira waved as she walked toward the door.

"Wait!" he called out.

Kira threw him an aggravated look, "What?"

"I—well," he cleared his throat, "Wouldn’t you like to…talk?"

"About what?" she asked disinterested.

"Well, I’m…well, I’d like to know what you meant when you said I wasn’t the best lover you’d ever had." He finished petulantly.

"I never said that." She defended.

"You implied it."

"Look, it’s late. Can we discuss this later?"

"No!" Dukat slapped at his knee through the covers. "I want to know."

Kira grimaced. "You’re not going to let this go, are you?"

"No," he said stonefaced. "Talk."

"Well, truth be told, you weren’t the worst lover I’ve ever had, but your technique could use some work." She shrugged, "There, satisfied?"

Dukat’s expression was calm although there was a brittle set to his mouth. "What do you mean my ‘technique’? Is it that you weren’t expecting my uninhibited loveplay? I know that when a Bajoran woman makes love with a Cardassian for the first time…"

"You’re not my first." Kira corrected him.

The Cardassian’s features softened sympathetically. "Oh. I see." He patted her hand comfortingly. "The war has been over for a long time, Nerys."

"I’ve had sex with a Cardassian a lot more recently then that." She said rolling her eyes as she snatched her hand away.

"When?" He glowered.

"Last week." She replied.

"Hah!" He snorted, "With who? There hasn’t been any Cardassians on DS9 in months!"

"Garak." She offered with a triumphant grin.

Dukat’s jaw dropped before he gathered up his self-control and sputtered, "Garak? But he’s GAY!"

"So?" Her eyebrow rose questioningly.

"So?!? So…so he’s gay! He doesn’t find women…interesting."

"Not necessarily." She crossed her arms over her chest. "Actually, Garak enjoys having sex with men and women…" she chuckled, "sometimes at the same time."

Dukat rubbed his forehead. "You’re lying."

"Why would I lie about that?" She examined her nail beds critically. "Elim and I have been lovers on and off for the last few months. He would have loved to be with us tonight but he and Julian have been planning a trip and…"

"Julian?" The Cardassian shook his head as if to clear it. "You mean, the doctor?"

"Oh yes." She nodded enthusiastically. "He’s very well hung. Between him and Elim, I’m amazed I can walk the next…"

"Now I know you must be joking!"

She smiled, "Yeah, I know what you’re going to say: threesomes don’t last. I know, but Keiko, Miles and I haven’t had any problems so far so why can’t…"

"THE O’BRIENS?!?" Dukat jumped out of the bed and put his hands on his hips. "I don’t believe it!"

"Oh prophets!" Nerys sighed, "That little miss has one talented tongue, let me tell you!"

Dukat slapped his hand over his mouth and sputtered, "You—you—"

"Oh and Miles!" She chuckled and winked at the pale faced Cardassian. "He really likes to play with leather."

Dukat swallowed back his nausea. "You-you’re having a relationship with Garak and Bashir AND the O’Briens?"

"No." She shook her head.

"Oh." He slumped back down on the mattress with a thump. "Thank gods."

"I’m just fucking them."

"WHAT?!?"

"If you want to know who really has my heart it’s Worf." She said rising again and heading toward the door.

"THE KLINGON?!?" Dukat swung around to face her, pure disbelief etched upon his features.

"Oh yeah." She licked her lips dreamily. "He’s quite a…swordsman."

Dukat shook his head slowly, "The Klingon."

"Listen, I have to go." She grabbed her jacket from the chair and hit the panel causing the doors to slide open. "After the meeting tomorrow Keiko, Leeta, and Dax have a…um, ‘girl’s day’ planned." She gave him a mischievous wink. "I’ll need all the sleep I can get."

Dukat’s eyes twitched back and forth nervously as he tried to absorb the information. Kira gave him a worried look, "Maybe you should get some sleep too. That would explain why your performance was so…off."

"Off?" He asked weakly.

"Goodnight!" She waved at him over her shoulder then exited quickly, the scent of her perfume still lingering long after she’d gone.

Dukat picked at the covers before slipping back under the sheets. With a weak voice, he addressed the empty room.

~ The End ~