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Victoria Meredith
Pairing: Garak/Deanna Troi Rating: NC-17 Feedback: < [email protected] > Disclaimer: Viacom is Borg - that pretty much says it all. Notes: Part of the "Garak Fuh-q Fest" Archiving: ( Cardassian Choir )
Deanna Troi stepped into the spacious shop and many garments caught her eye. A blue full-skirted gown of Tholian silk made a twitching of desire in her stomach for the garment. She could just see herself wearing it. As pleasing as the gown was, she set her desire firmly aside. She wasn't there to shop. She was there to work. Then, as she moved through the shop, a red dress made of shimmering tocrak fiber made her stop. Her eyes trailed over the dress, her blood going warm. This tailor she was supposed to counsel certainly did beautiful work. Maybe she could shop and work at the same time. In all honesty, Deanna wasn't sure what Lt. Dax had expected from her, and she felt that she was there on Deep Space Nine more to counsel the young counselor than she was there to assess the psychological state of the Cardassian spy who was working for Starfleet. Clearly, that young woman needed help in furthering her integration with her new symbiot and just as clearly needed help to gain confidence as a counselor. As trained as she was, Lt. Dax was still quite young and inexperienced, and Deanna suspected that the young Trill was put into a tailspin when she had been forced to join with the Dax symbiot. "Ah, may I be of assistance?" a warm, nearly lyrical voice pulled her attention from the dress. Deanna turned to see the Cardassian tailor moving towards her from the back of his shop. Though she tensed upon seeing him, she gave him her warmest smile. "Mr. Garak?" she asked, moving to meet him halfway. "Yes," he said with a nod. "I'm Deanna Troi," she introduced herself. "No doubt from the Enterprise," Garak surmised. "I heard that your ship had docked here this morning. Taking advantage of some leave time?" "I have a few hours," she told him. "Is there something I can help you with?" "Oh, I'm just here to look. You certainly have some lovely garments." "Thank you." As pleasant as his manner was, he seemed distant. She had read his record, a very sketchy document with more assumptions than actual facts about this man. She doubted he would be very forthcoming with her and would likely insist that she leave his shop if he knew exactly why she was there. "You know," she said with a gossiping tone, "you've gained some renown in Starfleet." "Have I?" he asked cautiously. "The Cardassian who stands with us against the Dominion." "Well, one can't always chose one's allies." "Very true," she said coolly, hearing the insult. "Still, we're fortunate to have you working with us." "There's not much that I, a simple tailor, can do, but I do what I can." She chuckled. "The rumor is that you're far more than a simple tailor." "I don't give much credence to rumors," Garak said with a diffident shrug. "A simple tailor isn't someone skilled at encryption decoding." "I do have a few interesting hobbies to help pass the time. I'm pleased that the knowledge I've picked up here and there is of some use." His charade amused her and it seemed to amuse him, since it had become established fact that this Cardassian had once been an Obsidian Order agent. What he had done and what his duties had been were vague in his record. He may once have been merely a low-ranking operative or a man with considerable power within the Order before his exile. "Freeing your people from the Dominion must mean a great deal to you," Deanna commented, knowing that she was stating the obvious. "Of course," he said graciously. "I'll do what I can to achieve it." "It must be difficult for you," she said, "being the only Cardassian working against the Dominion. I imagine that it gets lonely." "Oh, I've made many friends," he assured her with a smile. "Have you ever tried to convince other Cardassians to join your efforts?" He stiffened at that. "My voice isn't influential among my fellow Cardassians." "I would think that it would get very frustrating that other Cardassians don't see that they should be fighting against the Dominion, not embracing them." "There is a certain blindness in our leadership. They actually believe that the Dominion will keep their promises to Cardassia." "But we know better," Deanna nodded. "What would it take for them to open their eyes?" "A better man as Cardassia's leader would be a start," Garak said a bit coldly. "Someone who actually has intelligence and wisdom. However, it's unlikely that Damar will ever grow a brain, and I don't expect Cardassia to open its eyes very soon." "Still, there must be other Cardassians who feel the same way you do." "If there are, I haven't met them. Now, if there's something I can show you . . ." "So, you don't believe that Cardassia would ever be free of the Dominion," she interrupted. "One can hope." "If you don't believe that your efforts will help free Cardassia, then why are you working for Starfleet?" Garak looked her in the eye. "Revenge," he said simply. "Revenge for Cardassia?" she asked but Garak shook his head. "Revenge for my father. It was his dying wish that I avenge him against the Dominion, and I happily do it considering the tyranny my people are suffering because of them. Also, I see this as an opportunity to extract revenge against others." "Who?" "Cardassia wouldn't be in this alliance in the first place if it wasn't for Gul Dukat. Dukat had the hubris to make the alliance with the Dominion on behalf of Cardassia at a time when he wasn't the acknowledged leader. One day, I look forward to punishing him for his arrogance. In the meantime, I do what I can to make sure that his hateful protégé fails as our people's leader." "I see," Deanna nodded, sensing a small measure of Garak's animosity towards his enemies. "The more you help Cardassia lose the war, the worse Legate Damar will seem as a leader. This is your revenge against him for killing your friend." That was a mistake, Deanna suddenly realized, as Garak stiffened. "I see that you're quite knowledgeable about past events," he said coldly. "What do you do on the Enterprise?" "I'm the ship's counselor," she confessed. At that, Garak rolled his eyes. "I see Lt. Dax's hand in this," he said. "No doubt she's told you about my recent problem." "She did." "So much for confidentially," Garak replied bitterly. "Lt. Dax is concerned that you may suffer a relapse," Deanna told him. "What she is concerned about is that she did a poor job as the counselor on this station. And it is something she should be concerned about. She has a lot to learn yet before she will be effective in her position." "Her concern for you is valid. Your situation hasn't changed and it's not going to. You're still working against your people." "And I will continue to do so," Garak said with great emphasis, "as long as the Dominion holds my people in their grip." "How do you reconcile that?" she asked. Garak gave a shake of his head. "It's kind of you to be concerned, but I assure you that I have no need for meddlesome Starfleet counselors. I haven't had a claustrophobic attack in weeks and I won't have another one." "I'm glad," Deanna assured him with a sincere smile. "I only ask because I'm curious, so tell you what. As of this moment, I'm not here as a counselor." "Then what are you here for?" "I'm here as a customer," Deanna replied and pointed to the blue Tholian silk gown. "How much for that dress?" Garak blinked at her then smiled. "Eighteen strips," he replied, "and an excellent choice, I might add. Care to try it on?" Excited anticipation fluttered in her stomach for feeling the silk against her skin. "Yes," she said quickly, striding towards the mannequin wearing the gown. Garak moved with her and reached the gown first. With a nearly tender care, he slipped the gown off the mannequin and carried it for her towards the dressing room. Handing the gown to her, he gestured her into the curtained room. Deanna eagerly took the gown, handling it with as much care as he had done as she carried it into the dressing room. Taking off her uniform, she slipped the gown over her head, and it settled over her body in a silken cloud. The Tholian silk felt divine against her skin, light and soft, and it must have taken yards to make the gown with its long, flowing skirt. As beautiful as it was, she was disappointed that the gown felt too tight across her bosom. When she stepped out of the dressing room, Garak gave her a pleased smile. "What a lovely picture you make," he said with a gentlemanly bow. "Thank you," she replied, sure that he had given the compliment only because it was expected of him as the proprietor of the shop. "This silk feels wonderful." "I do admire a woman with an appreciation for fine fabrics," Garak said with more sincerity. "I'm afraid it's a bit tight." Garak gave her breasts squished in the gown a critical study. "Alternations are no charge, of course. Come with me." She followed him across the shop towards his fitting area. He gestured her to a small standing block. As she lifted the voluminous skirt and stepped on the block, Garak continued his study, moving around her. "Lift your arms to the side, please," he asked. She complied and he moved close to her, his hand brushing over the seam beneath her armpit and lightly over the curving edge of her breast. "So, how do you reconcile having to work against your own people?" she asked. Garak shook his head. "I don't discuss such matters with customers." "I'm merely curious." "Does this mean that you're back to being a counselor?" "No, I'm just curious." "It's none of your concern whether you are here as a counselor or as a customer. Frankly, I prefer you as a customer." "All right, then," Deanna grinned at him. "How about a nosy customer?" Garak chuckled at that. "Counselor, I reconcile it with knowing that I'm doing the right thing. That's all that needs to be said." She sighed. "It's difficult doing the right thing." "At times," he said absently as he examined her torso. "Yes, the gown will have to be let out." "It's what I get for eating too much chocolate," Deanna confessed with an embarrassed chuckle. He patted his abdomen. "I'm afraid that I have the same weakness," he replied. "If the love of chocolate can be considered a weakness." Deanna grinned, happy to have met another chocolate lover. "I never consider it to be one," she said, "until I step on the scales." "What kind of chocolate do you like?" he asked. "Currently, hot fudge sundaes." Garak gave her a quizzical frown. "Sundaes?" "It's an Earth dish," Deanna told him. "You should try it some time." "I'll keep that in mind," Garak said. "My preference is Delavian chocolates." "Ohh," Deanna closed her eyes, her mouth suddenly salivating. "Yes, Delavian chocolates are wonderful. Rare to come by, though." A mischievous glint came into his eyes. "Not as rare as you think," he said with a secretive smile. "I happen to have a box here in my shop." That only got Deanna salivating all the more. "You do?" she asked hopefully. "Since you're obviously a chocolate connoisseur, I'll be happy to share it with you." Deanna's knees went a bit weak. "You would?" With a chuckle, Garak moved away from her and towards a small desk fitted with computer terminals and screens. Sliding his hand along the edge of the desk, a small secret drawer popped out. He took a gold tinted box out of the drawer, then pushed the drawer closed with his hand. She held her breath as he carried the box to her. Lifting it up, he opened it and Deanna smiled at seeing the treasure within in it. She nearly reached out to take one of the chocolates before she stopped herself. "I better not," she said. "Why?" he asked. "This gown is tight enough as it is." "A thing easily taken care of." "I'd hate to ruin it by getting chocolate on it." "I'll be happy to assist you," Garak said and lifted one of the dark, creamy morsels out of the box. "Open your mouth." Deanna did as he asked, leaning towards him and sticking her tongue out a bit. Garak placed the chocolate on her tongue. Drawing it into her mouth, Deanna savored the blissful flavor and creaminess as it melted in her mouth. As she did, she saw Garak take one and do the same, the pleasure of eating the chocolate clear in his eyes. Garak set the box down on the fitting table then inspected his hands. He wiped them on his front in an absent gesture as he moved back to her side. "Arms up, please," he instructed and she did as he asked. His hands touched her again, sliding over her side, down her rib cage, over her waist and to her hips. His hands felt firm yet gentle. "I'm sure that this can be altered to suit you," he said, his eyes roving over her in a way that seemed like a professional study, but perhaps with some admiration as well. Deanna felt warmed by that thought and by his hands moving over her curves. "I hope so," she said, trying not to sound breathless. "However," he suddenly stepped back, frowning at her body, "I think another choice would better for you." Deanna's eyes flitted over towards the red tocrak gown. "The red one," she said with a nod. "You read my mind," he accused her with a chuckle. "Actually, I can't," she assured him. "I'm aware that Cardassian minds can't be read. It was only a joke." Deanna nodded, having heard jokes like that all of her life. "It was a toss up between the red one and this one." "Then we'll toss again," Garak said. She stepped off the block as Garak went over to the red dress. As he retrieved it, she moved towards the dressing room, feeling a bit heady with pleasure. She had been able to enjoy three of her favorite passions: shopping, chocolate, and the appreciation of a man's eyes. Taking the gown from him, she stepped into the dressing room. She pulled the Tholian silk over her head, sorry to have the wonderful fabric leave her skin. However, tocrak fiber felt just as lovely. Slipping on the red dress, she admired herself in the mirror, pleased with how the gown draped over her hips and legs, displeased with how tight it felt across her breasts. She loved to shop but sometimes it was so frustrating. Perhaps it was an overindulgence of chocolates, or perhaps it was that designers didn't like to design for women who actually had women's bodies. She stepped out of the dressing room and Garak beamed at her. "Now, this is magnificent on you," Garak said with an expansive gesture. "Oh, yes. You looked divine in the blue gown, my dear, but this one really is the one for you. The red brings out the glow of your alabaster skin and adds a spark to your eyes. Not to mention how well it compliments your luxurious hair." Deanna blushed from the effervescence of his compliments. Cardassians did have a way with words. "I love how it drapes," she told him. "Ah, yes," he smiled. "There's a little trick to making tocrak drape just so. Always cut against the bias. But that's a trade secret." "I promise to keep it," Deanna said with a laugh. Garak's eyes traveled over her body, again seeming professional yet with a touch of appreciation that made Deanna feel as though she practically glowed with warmth. "This one is tight as well," Deanna said, gesturing to her trapped breasts. "Yes, I can see that," Garak murmured. "A shame since a lovely figure such as yours must be showed off at its best. However, I'm sure that just a few alterations will fix that problem." With a gesture, Garak turned away from her, and she followed him again to the fitting area. As she stepped onto the block, Garak picked up the box of chocolates. "Another chocolate?" he offered. Deanna bit her lip. "Well, just one more." As he took out one of the chocolates, he said, "Open wide." In anticipation, she held out her tongue and he placed the chocolate on it, his blue eyes merry with delight. Again, Deanna luxuriated in the wonderful flavors and sensation of melting warmth in her mouth, and Garak did as well, helping himself to another piece. Though his neck-ridges were mostly covered, she saw the exposed ridges darken. That gave her a strange thrill. He was becoming aroused. Not sure if that was a good thing or not, she had to admit that there was something arousing about him for her. Perhaps it was the mixture of his gracious manner and air of mystery and the simple pleasure he found in chocolate and in the beautiful garments he made. He set down the box and brushed his hands over his chest again then smiled at her. "Is this too tight to breathe in?" he asked, coming around to stand at her back. "It's not so bad," she said then gasped as he suddenly undid the fastenings of the gown. The gown immediately loosened. She felt his cool hand against the exposed skin of her back and her heart raced. "I'm sure that feels much better," he said then came around to examine her front with such a professional eye that her heart settled down. Then he reached out and took her by her rib cage under her breasts. "Stand straight." Deanna immediately straightened and he slid his hand up along her side again to rest his thumbs up over her breasts. Licking her lips, alarmed yet excited with feeling his hands on her, she noticed that his neck ridges continued to darken and swell. "There isn't much room to let out here," he said, "but I'll do what I can." His hands cupped her breasts, moving towards her nipples. Deanna felt torn. She shouldn't allow this stranger to behave so intimately, yet it gave her a pleasurable rush of warmth within her. "I must say," Garak said, lifting his eyes to hers, "that it is a pleasure to meet a Starfleet officer such as yourself." "How do you mean?" she asked. "I mean no disparagement against my allies, but I've found many Starfleet officers to be rather proper and rigid. A thing they have in common, I suppose, with dutiful Cardassian officers. Still, it is a delight that you take the time to indulge in the pleasures of life. I appreciate that you don't seem to take things so seriously like the others." "Thank you," Deanna smiled from compliment. "I don't think that I'm less serious than the others, but I try not to allow our difficult times to weigh me down. I find that taking time to enjoy the little pleasures in life to be just the thing to keep up morale." "Quite so," he said pleasantly. "I have the same attitude. My existence would be quite dull if not for the pleasures of such things as the company of a vivacious woman like you." Deanna felt herself blush again. "Do you know what I'd like to see?" he asked in a mischievous tone. "What?" "You eat another chocolate." She laughed. "You want to make me fat." "Not at all," Garak assured her, "though I think you worry about that too much. You have a sensual way of enjoying chocolate that is quite pleasing to watch. Perhaps because we feel the same." He turned away to retrieve the gold tinted box again and lifted another chocolate out. Holding it between his thumb and finger, he lifted the chocolate to her. Deanna hesitated, feeling that she had indulged herself too much, then closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Garak placed the chocolate on her tongue. He was right. It was a sensual experience. The rich flavor and creaminess coated her mouth. It had barely finished melting down her throat when Garak suddenly took her by her waist and pressed his mouth against hers. Alarmed, delighted, titillated, she opened her mouth to allow his tongue to probe into her. The sensation of the taste of chocolate and the taste of his mouth as she twined her tongue around his sent a blossom of heat through her. Locked together in their kiss, she felt his hands on her breasts again, massaging her stiff nipples. A moan deep in her throat escaped her. Garak pulled back, his eyes bright and intense. "I suppose that I'm being forward." "A bit," Deanna said breathlessly. "Blame it on the chocolate," he murmured, snaking his head forward to lick the side of her throat in a way that thrilled her. "That and the taste of you." He buried his mouth into her neck, kissing and sucking and licking her skin. Deanna felt the heat within her turn moist. Some part of her thought that she should stop this, but all the rest of her wanted it to go on and on. When he pulled away, she felt disappointed. "I'd love to feel you in that silk gown again," Garak said. "Would you?" She smiled, her disappointment fleeing. "I would." "Go to the dressing room," he said then turned away to walk towards the door of his shop. She did as he asked, her heart pounding with anticipation and excitement that she was behaving so audaciously. Seeing that he was locking the door, she slipped into the dressing room and took off the red gown. Her stomach fluttering, she carefully hung up the red dress and picked the Tholian silk. It felt marvelous even as it captured her breasts firm with arousal. The curtain slid open and he stepped inside. She smiled at him as he pressed against her in the small room. Sliding his hands around her, he felt her waist and hips and buttocks through the silk, then he unfastened the back to let her breasts feel less bound by the gown. "Ah," he murmured, taking her full breasts into his hands, kneading her flesh through the silk and pinching at her swollen nipples. With him giving her this pleasure, she thought that she should reciprocate. She had never been with a Cardassian but she had heard some rumors about them. Rumors that were apparently true as he gave a slight groan when she began to rub and pinch his neck ridges. Finding his collar in her way, she did what he had done, sliding her hands around his torso to find the fastening of his tunic in the back. Unfastening it loosened the tunic, and she grasped him by his exposed neck ridges. He captured her lips again, pressing his mouth against hers, his tongue firm and probing, licking around the inside of her mouth and dancing with her tongue. Her thigh pressed against his crotch, feeling the bulge through his pants. It startled her that it felt as though it was moving. Before she could give that any more thought, Garak took her by her waist and shoulder, easing her down onto the floor. In the full-skirted gown, she felt as though she lay in a silken blue cloud. Garak ran his hands over her body, his eyes bright with delight, his smooth fingers caressing and rubbing her torso and belly and thighs through the silk. With relish, he dove beneath the voluminous skirt of the gown, and she felt his hands pulling down her panties. In anticipation, she lifted her knees and spread her thighs as the panties came off. Under the silk, she couldn't see him, but she felt his fingers run through the curly hairs of her mound. One finger slipped inside of her, playing with her clitoris, giving her a spasm of pleasure. Feeling warmer, wetter, Deanna moaned as he worked her with his hand. Then to her delight, his hand left her and she felt his moist tongue. He lapped at her, his tongue roughly licking her hairs and labia then probing into her. Deanna began to feel light-headed with the rapture of this sensual indulgence, the pleasures of the silk and the chocolate she could still taste and his warm probing tongue sending her into bliss. As he licked her and rubbed her with his tongue, his smooth hand caressed and kneaded her thigh. Deana gasped as she trembled with building ecstasy. Garak never let up. On and on, he licked and sucked and kissed every inch of her sex, driving her into complete arousal, her insides throbbing. Unable to contain herself, a paroxysm of orgasm shook her and her vagina flooded, warm and wet. He didn't miss a beat as his tongue lapped her clean. He shifted under the silk until he was on top of her, the silk between them, covering him still from her view. She felt his mouth against her neck, then the sensation of his firm, erect penis rubbing against her. She reached down to grasp it, but her hand became tangled in the yards of silk. As she tried to free her hand, she felt the tip of his shaft tease at the opening of her mound. Then slowly he entered her and Deanna gasped again, feeling how thick he was as he pressed into her. Thick and long. He entered and entered, slowly and nearly gently, until his entire length was inside of her, and she felt something odd press against the insides of her thighs and against her wet mound. Something soft and yielding. Something silky. Garak let out a long, shuddering moan as he pressed against her. Garak pulled out then thrust again, picking up speed while making growls of pleasure deep in his throat. His shaft felt hot and throbbing within her, nearly as hot and throbbing as herself. And when he thrust in and out, she felt something small and firm continually rub against her clitoris, driving her back into orgasmic heights. Ridges, she suddenly remembered the rumors. Cardassians had ridges everywhere. Everywhere. They gasped together, their breathing nearly perfectly timed, as he thrust and thrust. Deanna felt ready to come again then with a final thrust, Garak pumped into her, his body trembling against her. Letting out a long, deep groan of pleasure, Deanna felt filled with wetness, his and hers, and it poured out of her as she quivered with him. For a moment, he lay still inside of her, then he pulled out and slipped down, down under the silk, past her torso and legs. Nearly with one fluid motion, he lifted himself up as he fastened his pants. Deanna felt a pang of disappointed. She didn't get to see the pod the rumors always talked about. She didn't get to see the ridges and whatever it was that felt soft and silken between her thighs. Brushing his hair back with his hands, Garak smiled down at her as she sat up, then he reached out his hand to her. She grasped it and let him pull her to her feet. The experience left her head spinning. "That was lovely," he said and gave her a gentlemanly bow of his head. She laughed. Lovely was hardly the word. "I think we've ruined this dress," she said with a helpless gesture at the silk gown sagging from her shoulders. "Not at all," Garak replied. "You'd be surprised by how durable Tholian silk can be. All that is required is a little care and it will be as good as new." "That and alterations," Deanna said, holding the silk against her. "I've decided to buy it." "Not out of any sense of obligation, I hope." She smiled. "Only out of the sense of the pleasant remembrances I will have by owning it." "How kind of you to say," he replied, returning the smile. "Though I still think the red gown suits you best." "I'll take them both." "Will you?" Garak laughed in delight. Feeling wonderful, feeling free, Deanna laughed with him. "This is an afternoon of indulgence, so why not?" "Why not indeed," Garak nodded. "You'll have to leave them with me for the alterations. How long will the Enterprise be docked here?" "Three days." "Then I have plenty of time," Garak replied then stepped forward to give her a light kiss. "Indulging myself with you has been a delight." "Thank you," she said with a smile, though she realized that the indulgences had come to an end. "I better change." "Of course," he nodded. "Excuse me." Left alone in the dressing room, Deanna slipped off the silk gown and put her uniform back on. Examining herself in the mirror, she noticed the warm glow of her cheeks as she tried to straighten the tangled mess of her hair. This was an afternoon to remember, spent indulging in sensual passions: beautiful clothes and wonderful fabrics, exquisite chocolates and a bout of rapturous sex. With a gentlemanly and mysterious Cardassian spy, no less. Deanna laughed at herself. Her mother would be so proud. END [ main page || basics || pairings || list || tales || disclaimer || links ] |