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glyficTitle: Bend me
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 + added competency kink
Word count: 250
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Palis could pick him up and throw him, and boy did she.
Beautiful, elegant, skilled, and strong.
Going out together they liked to go dancing, anything different from her work; they danced tango and other erotically charged and/or combat-like dances.
Palis always led because she knew how to dance, not just ballet but so many other dances, and Julian was good at following rhythms.
It helped they were roughly same height.
She would twirl and dip him—being athletic himself and limber
they made a game of testing just of far he could bend
and come back up before switching around.
They both looked good in a tuxedo, hers fitted to enhance her slim but undeniably female figure.
(Often, on-lookers felt they were breaking public indecency laws, sexually charged as they were, when technically they weren’t.)
They also played tennis. Julian never went easy on her.
That is, of course he hid his augmentations, but he played at the top of what he thought was normal young human male and forced her to test her own limits.
Sometimes, she even won.
They both enjoyed a good physical challenge: dual sport is some sort of dance too, of bodily dialog.
Whatever the occasion, dancing, playing, parading in that tux or in a dress, she never wore high heels, only flat shoes, but depending on the activity she would walk on tiptoes, displaying her ankles made of steel.
And just seeing that did things to Julian too.
…will you step on me..?
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 + added competency kink
Word count: 250
Palis could pick him up and throw him, and boy did she.
Beautiful, elegant, skilled, and strong.
Going out together they liked to go dancing, anything different from her work; they danced tango and other erotically charged and/or combat-like dances.
Palis always led because she knew how to dance, not just ballet but so many other dances, and Julian was good at following rhythms.
It helped they were roughly same height.
She would twirl and dip him—being athletic himself and limber
they made a game of testing just of far he could bend
and come back up before switching around.
They both looked good in a tuxedo, hers fitted to enhance her slim but undeniably female figure.
(Often, on-lookers felt they were breaking public indecency laws, sexually charged as they were, when technically they weren’t.)
They also played tennis. Julian never went easy on her.
That is, of course he hid his augmentations, but he played at the top of what he thought was normal young human male and forced her to test her own limits.
Sometimes, she even won.
They both enjoyed a good physical challenge: dual sport is some sort of dance too, of bodily dialog.
Whatever the occasion, dancing, playing, parading in that tux or in a dress, she never wore high heels, only flat shoes, but depending on the activity she would walk on tiptoes, displaying her ankles made of steel.
And just seeing that did things to Julian too.
…will you step on me..?
