One Night Stand
In the dim light of Quark's, the handsome figure of Gul Dukat sat in silence; a bottle of Kanar his only company. Staring into the artificial candlelight, he sipped from a fat, round glass and swirled the liquid around his mouth. The taste was exquisite, much like the woman standing across the room. Her soft, auburn hair had grown a bit longer, and her face was carefully made up with dashes of dusky rose color. Unfortunately, she persisted in wearing that God-awful uniform, but it did cling to her figure in a rather becoming manner. In all of his years, he'd never wanted a woman this badly. So much so that at night she filled his dreams, tempting him beyond endurance. When he was on Cardassia Prime, he was able to fill the time with work. Able to, for the moment, push those thoughts away. But right now, sitting at a table at Quark's on DS9 there was no escaping her. For the woman who had become his obsession was Major Kira Nerys. Her uniformed figure stood against the bar, making barbed comments to Quark as she sipped from a tall glass of kanar. Another point in her favor-she enjoyed Cardassian wine. Briefly, she looked over her shoulder in Dukat's direction and lifted her glass in a sardonic cheer. He raised his own, and took a deep swallow. "To you, Nerys," he mouthed, and wondered if she were aware of the effect she was having on him. Of course she was. He'd tried deliberately to court her, once, when he and his officers took control of the station. He'd wooed her with compliments, bought her beautiful dresses, and in short, tried to let her know how much he wanted her. She'd refused the bait, throwing every gesture back in his face. She hated him - that much was certain. But the one thing he could not understand was why he didn't hate her. If a woman had ever treated him as badly as Kira Nerys, he would've punished her mercilessly. Yet, something in the Major brought out feelings that he did not like to even acknowledge. Protective feelings. "Hello, Dukat. What brings you by the station? Having a look around for old time's sake?" Kira appeared before him and quickly sat down, brushing her hair out of her face. "Major. You're looking lovely. How are you this evening?" Her dark brown eyes filled with an emotion he hesitated to name, but it bore a passing resemblance to hatred. "I'm fine, Dukat. You haven't answered my question. Why are you here?" "If it's any business of yours, I happen to be meeting some old colleagues of mine. They should be docking tomorrow." Her mouth turned down and she rolled her eyes. "Great. That's just the kind of news I needed tonight." "Something wrong, Nerys? Are you having personal problems?" "I'd rather not discuss it, Dukat, thank you very much. In fact, I'd rather not talk to you at all." A slow, attractive smile crept across his face. "Then why, may I ask, did you sit down with me?" "I wanted to find out why you were here. Now that I've done so, I think I'll go get another drink." "Will you bring me a decanter of kanar? I've decided to get a little drunk tonight." She tossed a look of disgust over her shoulder as she stood. "I'm not your waitress. Get it yourself." Her bottom swung temptingly as she walked away and he couldn't help but smile. "Kira Nerys you do know how to tempt me." He wasn't certain if Kira was aware of it or not, but for Cardassians, tossing off insults was akin to foreplay. It was spirited, and very arousing, and right now he felt as though he'd spent an hour in a holo-suite with a Cardassian prostitute. He was going to have her before leaving the station. There would be no more frustration, no more waiting. Before he left for Cardassia in three day's time, Major Kira Nerys would share his bed. «:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»In her quarters, unable to sleep, Kira called for
the lights and sat up in bed. Why couldn't she sleep? Over and over she replayed the
conversation with Dukat, unable to get the resonant voice out of her mind. Dukat.
Her mind spat the name out as though it were spoiled hasperat. Her endless,
ever-growing hatred of him had not wavered over the years, only grew stronger in its
intensity. Right in front of her was the very question she To hell with this, thought and walked briskly out of her quarters, hoping to leave her tangled thoughts behind. Around the web-like halls she walked, trying to rid herself of the tension that held her. It was impossible to sleep when every time she closed her eyes, she was haunted by his face. Why? Why in the name of Bajor did that arrogant, scaly face fill her head at night? It wasn't a new development, in fact, she'd been pushing away her feelings for months. Now, he was on the station again, and she could almost feel his presence. He wanted her, she was sure of that. But she most definitely did not want him! The sad part was, he was at present, the only man who seemed to be interested in her. She sighed, cross with herself, with Dukat and with the whole damnable station. It was one hell of a night. Moments later, down at Quark's again, she demanded a bottle of Bajoran wine. The Ferengi obliged her, and she plunked down in a corner drinking glass after glass, hoping to consign her thoughts to oblivion. "It looks like we had the same idea tonight, Major Kira." The voice sounded from a table shrouded in shadows in the opposite corner of the room. Dukat. Just what she needed. Her stomach filled with a wild fluttering at his voice and she steeled herself against her body's reactions. "Leave me alone, Dukat. I'm not in the mood." Ignoring her, he ambled over and turned a chair backwards, straddling it with his heavily muscled thighs. "Drinking alone?" His eyebrow arched as he drank her in with his eyes. "So? You were doing the same thing when I arrived. Is that against the law?" "Not at all. However, it is more fun to drink with a companion. Wouldn't you say?" "Unless that companion is you." "I'm wounded where I stand, dear Nerys. My heart will never survive." "If you're saying that you're going to die, than no one could be happier about it than me." She poured a generous serving of wine and gulped it down. The warmth spread throughout her body, and with the next glass, she began to feel that pleasant sense of disassociation that came with getting drunk. "Nerys, why don't we continue this discussion in my quarters?" The color of his unusual eyes darkened as he roamed her face with his gaze. She burst out laughing. "The day I go with you to your quarters, willingly, is the day I renounce my Bajoran citizenship and become a full Cardassian." "Is my offer so unappealing? Tell me that you aren't interested and I will leave you now. But you must convince me, because after willingly speaking to me earlier, you've given the impression that you don't mind my company." That pissed her off. "Oh, no, I don't mind your company, Dukat. Why should I? After all, you've been so good to Bajor, haven't you? I should be kneeling at your feet kissing your dirty black boots with gratitude. Does that about cover it?" He was angry now as well, not to mention more than a little aroused. "Damn you woman. You have tormented me for years. You have pushed me beyond endurance with your teasing familiarity, your angry banter. Can you tell me you know nothing of Cardassian ways?" That stopped her. "What do you mean?" "I mean, you infernal woman, that it is part of Cardassian mating to insult one another. When you tear me to shreds with your words, when you tell me how much I disgust you, you are telling me that you want to make love to me. If you were a Cardassian woman we would have been lovers years ago." She was shocked. She honestly had no clue about these primitive mating rituals he was discussing. For her, speaking her mind was as natural as breathing, but she never would've done it if she'd known what it had meant. Never. "Dukat…. I… had no idea. I've never tried to turn you on, to tease you. Believe me, that's the last thing on my mind." He grinned and sipped his kanar, delighting in her reaction. "I realize that, my dear Major. Because you are Bajoran I never pushed you. But had you been one of my people, I would've forced you to the floor and taken you the first time you engaged me in such word-play." A thick red blush crept up her cheeks and she stared at him. Her body reacted to his words despite her and the sudden image of Dukat lying on top of her flashed into her mind. The worst part was, it was arousing in the extreme. No, Prophets help her, she was not going to sleep with this man. "What is it you are thinking, dear Nerys? Have I upset you? Perhaps I've put thoughts into your mind that you've never entertained before." He clasped her hand, and brought the delicate fingers to his lips, kissing them one by one. She looked about the room quickly, praying no one had witnessed it. Pulling her hand back she glared at him and quickly polished off the glass in front of her. "I'm leaving, Dukat." "I'm sorry. Stay. I really don't want to drink alone tonight." Something in his eyes held her to her chair and she nodded briefly. "Alright, here I am. What do you think we have to talk about?" "Many things. You hate me so, my dear, and yet, just now, you entertained the idea of sleeping with me. Why?" Damn him! Was he psychic too? She hotly denied it, but he laughed, refusing to believe her. "Nerys, I have watched you for years. I can read your emotions like a book. I care for you, don't you realize that? I always have. And if you were to allow me, I would spend the rest of this night showing you just how much I desire you." An insistent throbbing began in her heart, as well as more private places and she stared into his eyes. Blaming her reaction on the wine, she nonetheless poured more as he poured more kanar for himself. "Why don't we make a toast?" "To what? Cardassia? Bajor?" "To us." He lifted his glass to hers and she sullenly lifted her glass, clinking it with his. "I must really be getting drunk if I'm willing to drink to that." "Yes, but it's very attractive on you, Major. For example, your cheeks are a brilliant shade of red right now and your eyes are dancing like dark brown moons. You look lovely." "I…. I don't know what to say." "Nerys, why did you really come down here tonight? Be honest." Sighing she looked around the room and met his eyes. "I couldn't sleep. I've had just about the worst week of my life and I wanted to forget about it. Quickly." "Well, you've certainly chosen a good method of doing so. This is far stronger than that tame liquid you normally drink. Bajoran spring wine, is it not?" "Hurray for your lightening quick mind. If you keep that up, I might just be impressed by that intellect of yours." His eyes seemed to crackle with the flame of sudden anger, and she savored the moment. Any time she could cause a tiny ripple of anger across the calm pools of his eyes was cause for celebration. "Tell me, are you always this rude to your lovers?" The glass in her hand shook, nearly falling on the table as she tried to steady it. "My….lovers? I don't think my sex life is any of your business, Dukat. And, since it's doubtful you'll ever fall into the category of my lover, I don't think you have anything to worry about." Stubborn woman!! He was going mad from the delicate slice of her rapier barbs, and dying to do things to her that she'd never imagined. Softly, he slid a hand over to hers, covering it with his own. "Perhaps that could be changed, my dear. I could walk you back to your quarters…that is, if you're finished." She felt completely speechless, seeing the desire in his eyes, and forced her mind to think up a brilliant retort. None came. Instead, she tossed off the last bit of wine and wiped her mouth, murmuring, "Alright." Her own words surprised her, but the room had begun to shine brightly and her heart had lifted with the alcohol. A rather large buzz was overcoming her senses, and she nearly laughed at the look on Quark's face as she sauntered out of the bar on the arm of a Cardassian. They made it to her quarters, finally, both of them giggling like crazy. "I never knew Cardassians laughed, Dukat. You didn't tell me you had a sense of humor." "There are many things you don't know about me, Nerys." She opened the door and met his eyes. One long, silent moment passed before she finally whispered, "Do you want to come in?" He knew he'd never have this opportunity again and so without further comment, he nodded and followed her inside. "Computer, play recording of Bajoran love music." "Working." Soon a relaxing, jazzy ballad filled the room and Gul Dukat made himself comfortable on her sofa. "Come, sit next to me, Nerys." "Just a minute, I'd like to change first." She disappeared into her bedroom and emerged moments later in a dark blue robe. Her long, slim legs peeked out of the short hem and her companion found himself momentarily speechless. She called for a bottle of kanar from the replicator and picked two wineglasses off the dining room table. Curling on the sofa she handed him a glass. He was still in that cumbersome-looking black uniform. Did he ever relax? As if to answer her question, he removed the heavy armored top and sat comfortably in a dark black tee shirt. "I hope you don't mind, that damnable uniform is hellishly uncomfortable." She didn't mind. Although something beyond the alcohol fog in her mind was trying to tell her that she should. What the hell, she was bombed and so happy to be relieved of her cares that she didn't even mind Dukat sitting on her sofa. "Drink up, Dukat. There's more where this came from." He agreed and gulped the glass down in seconds. Then another. Soon, they were matching one another, drink for drink. "I've never seen you intoxicated, Major. I must admit it's an attractive side of you. You seem to have lost your belligerence, though. Pity." Her eyebrows lifted. "You mean you want me to insult you? Oh yes, the dreaded Cardassian mating ritual. Well, if you insist." She moved closer to him and put her lips to his ear. "I hate you, you Cardassian pig. I'd
rather make love to a Bajoran dog than take you to my bed. I hate those ridges of
reptilian scales that you call skin, and the way that you smell. I despise your
eternal arrogance and the way you look at me every time you come "Well. You certainly don't hold back, do you? At least you're honest, Major. Now, I imagine it would not arouse you in the least if I were to insult you. So I think I'll try to go about this in a Bajoran manner." Taking her hand, he kissed it again and looked lovingly into her eyes. "You, my dear, are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Each and every time I see you I long to take you in my arms and kiss those soft, red lips. I want you, Nerys. I want to touch you, everywhere, make you crazy for me. And then, I want to lay you down and cover your body with mine. I want to make love to you over and over again all night long. Right now." Her eyes had never left his as he spoke, and she found that she was definitely becoming aroused. Crossing the distance between them, she threw caution to the wind and gave into something she'd been hiding from herself for years. Desire. She kissed him, and as her lips touched his, she found that it wasn't unpleasant at all. In fact, it was downright erotic. He held her small waist in his hands, and pulled her body on top of his in a sitting position. He lovingly traced her breasts with his scaled grey hands, thumbing the small nipples beneath the fabric of her robe. Then, he parted the garment, revealing her bare breasts. One by one he kissed them, and took them into his warm, waiting mouth. She softly cried out, holding his head in her hands. It felt so damned good. At this point the anger, resentment and frustration with him were gone; replaced by pure unadulterated lust. He pulled off the robe entirely, and eagerly kissed the soft length of her torso. "I want you, Nerys. More than I have ever wanted anyone before." Then she said words he never imagined that she would say. "I want you, Dukat. I want you too. I always have." The secret was out, but she was past caring. Riding high on wine and the arousing touch of the Cardassian she was beyond caring about anything besides this moment. "Lay down, Nerys." She complied, and watched as he stood to remove his clothing. The shirt came off, baring a very wide, muscular grey chest. He slid his pants down quickly, removing every last vestige of clothing. When he was naked before her, she sucked in her breath, amazed to find herself so attracted to him. He was really beautiful, in a reptilian sort of way. And the sexy look in his eyes made her long to kiss him. "You are so beautiful, Nerys. Do you know how long I've wanted this? Needed this?" Without another word, he cupped her backside and raised her up, then he entered her swiftly, shockingly. He was so hard, so large it was painful, but soon she warmed for him down there, and it became easier to accommodate his girth. She kissed his neck, feeling the texture of the scales under her lips. His scent was unusual, but intoxicating, and as he thrust himself into her, she smelled his neck deeply, aroused by the scent. "I can't believe how good you feel," she whispered. "Nor I you, Nerys. You are perfection. I've imagined this moment thousands of times but never did it feel even half this good." He covered her mouth with his and continued to kiss her as their hips rose and fell, not once breaking the contact. Kissing while having sex had always driven her out of her mind, and now, she found that the wild tingling throughout her body was coming already. The signal that her orgasm was coming. Faster and faster she moved, arching her back, pulling him closer. Dukat was finding it impossible to hold back. He had waited too long to make this last all night. In fact, feeling the tightness of her around him, watching her own excitement play across her face, he too felt it coming. "Nerys I don't know how long…" "It's alright…. I know…me too." They kissed again, and strove to match each other's pace as they came closer and closer to release. It hit Kira first, sending her screaming. "Dukat, oh Prophets, Dukat." She shuddered as the wave slammed into her and screamed his name again. It was too much. That sent him spiraling over the edge, his dark sexy voice moaning over and over again in her ear, "Nerys, Nerys…." He came violently, spilling himself inside of her and collapsed onto her chest. She held his head in her hands, panting, and tried to open her eyes. They looked at one another and were both surprised by what they found in each other's eyes. It looked a lot like love. Oh, Prophets. What had she done? «:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»The morning came far too quickly, bringing with it a raging hangover for Nerys. Her head throbbed, her mouth was dry and lying next to her was her life-long enemy. Great way to start the day. On impulse, she leaned up on an elbow and stared at the sleeping face of Gul Dukat. His normally arrogant countenance looked innocent, in sleep. Through the haze of the hangover, she realized that she still found him compelling-it had not been just an effect of the alcohol. Bitter shame filled her at the realization. She should hate him. How could she not? After everything he'd done. And yet, at this moment, she wanted nothing more in the world than to wrap herself in his arms and spend the entire day there. Actually, she was off-duty today. It was tempting. Instead, she forced herself to get up and head for the shower. She needed to think and it was impossible to do that while laying next to a naked man. Especially this one. As the sonic shower scoured her pale body clean, her thoughts chased each other in endless circles. I hate him! How could I have done this? But, Prophets, he was a good lover. Damn you, Dukat. I'll get you for this. Over and over she went back and forth between
bitter hatred and pulse-pounding desire. She had to finally admit to herself that
the reason she'd held him at bay for so long with her barbed comments and arrogant
resentment was simply this-he was one of "them". But she wanted him. Maybe even
loved him. No, no way, I will never love a Cardassian. I'd A warm body entered the tiny space behind her then, pulling her to him. "I missed you, Nerys." Her heart pounded even as her skin crawled. How could she want him so badly? If her friends from the Resistance could see her now. They would never understand. Tired of thinking about it, she turned to face him and allowed his lips to cover hers for the hundredth time. Without warning, he lifted her small body and wrapped her long legs around his waist. "I have to have you again, I can't wait any longer." "Yes, I know, I feel it too…" she whispered, hating her own weakness. Gently, he nudged himself inside of her slippery body, and held her tightly as he took her against the hard tiled walls of the shower. "I need you so badly. What have you done to me, woman?" Her mind reeled, dizzy with the effects of alcohol, little sleep, and the wild thrusting of the Cardassian. Prophets, how she hated this man. Well, who said you couldn't sleep with someone you didn't like? It was purely physical, wasn't it? Perhaps not the ideal romantic partner for a Bajoran, but she wasn't looking for marriage and a family. Just straight, hot sex-and he fit the bill perfectly. After all, if she hated him, there was no danger of ever falling in love with him. Or so she thought. They reached a screaming crescendo together, and he held her shaking body against his own, Gul Dukat whispered softly in her ear. "I love you, Nerys." Stunned, she pulled away, racing for the bedroom. Covering her nudity with a thick bathrobe, she glared at him from across the room. "Get out of here. Now." He walked toward her, frankly puzzled. "I don't understand. What's wrong? Are you upset because we made love together?" "You're damned right I'm upset. Now do me a favor and leave - I don't ever want to see you again." His face froze in a look of speechless anger. Controlling his voice, he muttered, "Fine. Just allow me to gather my things and I'll be out of your way. Permanently." "Fine," she echoed, and headed for the replicator. She stood with her back to him, fumbling with a pot of tea, and he stared at her. "I don't understand you, Nerys. Or are we back to Major and Gul? You took me to your bed, you allowed me to touch you in the most intimate ways a man can touch a woman, and now you won't do me the courtesy of telling me what's upset you?" Hiding her face behind a massive stoneware mug, she drank from it. "Please, just leave me alone. I don't want to talk about this." He dressed in angry silence, and when he was completely uniformed, stood in front of her, daring her to meet his gaze. "I will leave, Nerys.But not until you tell me
what is going on. If you like, I'll camp out on "Prophets no! That's the last thing I need-the whole station gossiping about the fact that you're staying in my quarters." She sat down at the table suddenly, putting her face in her hands. "Do you really believe that no one
knows what happened here between us? Tell me you're not that naïve. Quark
watched us leave the bar together, and has no doubt filled in the entire station on our
"date". Not to mention, you are not the quietest of lovers, my dear.
I'm sure your screams could be heard all the way down the corridor and
beyond." "Yes, my dear, you've figured it out. I love you. And I wish that you were not so upset by it. What is wrong with loving a Cardassian?" "I don't love you, Dukat." "No, you hate me, don't you? Even after what we've shared, your soul still burns with a hatred for all of Cardassia. You will never be able to forgive me. Not me, not my people, not my planet. You really can't return my feelings, can you?" The brown eyes filled with tears and she hung her head. "No, I can't. I'm sorry." Defeated, he gave one last lingering look over his shoulder, and then left her quarters. It was over, just like that. Kira curled into a ball in the chair and sobbed, unable to understand why the idea of turning down the man she hated could hurt so badly. Remembering his velvet caresses, remembering the exquisite relief at finally being in his arms, she went back to bed and stared at the ceiling feeling something that she never thought a Cardassian could make her feel. Loss. ~ The End ~ |