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glyficTitle: Iron will and toes of steel
Author:malurette
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space 9
Characters/Pairing: Julian Bashir/Palis Delon
Rating: PG-13 / T
Disclaimer: Paramount's
Author’s note: ESL author with no beta-reader – if you spot any mistakes please do correct me.
Prompt: Julian Bashir's canonical foot fetish + doctor complex
Word count: 500+
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Julian finds himself fascinated by Palis’ feet.
Her whole body is her tool of trade, not just her feet; her long shapely legs, her powerful core, her gracious arms and wrists and hands, her pretty face… but her feet connect her to the ground, as tenuous as the connection might seem when she’s dancing, propel her on scene, in the air.
She’s got toes made of figurative steel, very good arches, strong ankles.
Exercize modified her bone structure, her muscles. She cannot use a regenerator, she has to heal on its own. And she did that out of her own volition; nobody forces little girls into ballet anymore nowadays. Children who dabble in it are closely monitored and regenerators are used at that age at the first sign of injury. Nobody starts pointe so early.
Palis did this in her late teen years, her early adulthood. There are programs now to reinforce feet as needed, no matter the age; it’s never too late.
It’s not just her feet that arouse him--though it could very well be. Feet are famously full of nerves and very sensitive. There are pheromones in their smell. What the very shape of them does depends on one’s taste.
On top of that he deeply admires her dedication. It’s something she chose. It’s something she does, herself, modifying her own phenotype through controlling her environment and what she puts her body through. It’s the expression of her iron will.
And… there’s a bit of occupational quirk on his side too. Ballerinas of olden times had scarred, deformed feet. He’s looked into it, yes. Bunions, calluses, corn… Nowadays they’re shaped but not as badly.
He knows he can’t heal her against her wishes. He can massage and spread ointment, he can bring cool water to bathe and soothe them, he can scan and monitor her healing, he can palpate them to get a more intimate feel of their state than a tricorder’s cold reading.
They have incredible texture. The contrast between the smoothness of the arch, the roughness of all the calluses! He documents and remembers the minute changes in said calluses and never tires of feeling it.
He’s forced into a passive role as he cannot be her doctor, not with this. He has to trust her to take care of herself.
But it’s ok. He loves to watch her; not just to make sure she’s ok.
The torture of old has abated, painkillers are ok after shaping exercizes but only if someone watches closely to make sure that she doesn’t injure herself because she did too much while pain was numbed before her body was ready (and pampers her. It’s not like she’s an invalid while she heals, he just likes to take care her.)
And how closely he watches, what devotion in his care, in his love!
She is ok. She does know what she’s doing. Ah, he loves her competency too.
She’s not ticklish so he can caress her feet, kiss them--ah yes: when the only care he’s allowed is the placebo of kissing them better? he does, oh he does.
Author:
maluretteFandom: Star Trek: Deep Space 9
Characters/Pairing: Julian Bashir/Palis Delon
Rating: PG-13 / T
Disclaimer: Paramount's
Author’s note: ESL author with no beta-reader – if you spot any mistakes please do correct me.
Prompt: Julian Bashir's canonical foot fetish + doctor complex
Word count: 500+
Julian finds himself fascinated by Palis’ feet.
Her whole body is her tool of trade, not just her feet; her long shapely legs, her powerful core, her gracious arms and wrists and hands, her pretty face… but her feet connect her to the ground, as tenuous as the connection might seem when she’s dancing, propel her on scene, in the air.
She’s got toes made of figurative steel, very good arches, strong ankles.
Exercize modified her bone structure, her muscles. She cannot use a regenerator, she has to heal on its own. And she did that out of her own volition; nobody forces little girls into ballet anymore nowadays. Children who dabble in it are closely monitored and regenerators are used at that age at the first sign of injury. Nobody starts pointe so early.
Palis did this in her late teen years, her early adulthood. There are programs now to reinforce feet as needed, no matter the age; it’s never too late.
It’s not just her feet that arouse him--though it could very well be. Feet are famously full of nerves and very sensitive. There are pheromones in their smell. What the very shape of them does depends on one’s taste.
On top of that he deeply admires her dedication. It’s something she chose. It’s something she does, herself, modifying her own phenotype through controlling her environment and what she puts her body through. It’s the expression of her iron will.
And… there’s a bit of occupational quirk on his side too. Ballerinas of olden times had scarred, deformed feet. He’s looked into it, yes. Bunions, calluses, corn… Nowadays they’re shaped but not as badly.
He knows he can’t heal her against her wishes. He can massage and spread ointment, he can bring cool water to bathe and soothe them, he can scan and monitor her healing, he can palpate them to get a more intimate feel of their state than a tricorder’s cold reading.
They have incredible texture. The contrast between the smoothness of the arch, the roughness of all the calluses! He documents and remembers the minute changes in said calluses and never tires of feeling it.
He’s forced into a passive role as he cannot be her doctor, not with this. He has to trust her to take care of herself.
But it’s ok. He loves to watch her; not just to make sure she’s ok.
The torture of old has abated, painkillers are ok after shaping exercizes but only if someone watches closely to make sure that she doesn’t injure herself because she did too much while pain was numbed before her body was ready (and pampers her. It’s not like she’s an invalid while she heals, he just likes to take care her.)
And how closely he watches, what devotion in his care, in his love!
She is ok. She does know what she’s doing. Ah, he loves her competency too.
She’s not ticklish so he can caress her feet, kiss them--ah yes: when the only care he’s allowed is the placebo of kissing them better? he does, oh he does.
