RESONANCE
Ezri Dax seriously wished that the Jem’Hadar would leave.
There were only the two guards keeping her from being alone with Damar.
Since Worf had become so bitterly nasty after discovering the feelings for Bashir that Ezri hadn’t even known that she’d had, her thoughts had turned elsewhere, in self-defense. Disillusioned with the big attitude-laden Klingon, and totally unwilling and unready to confront complex, contradictory feelings toward Bashir, Ezri needed a more direct, more obvious and basic outlet. Damar would provide that handily. The classically-handsome, sonorously-smooth-voiced Cardassian seemed magnetic to her. She knew why, of course. Just as with Worf and Bashir, it was an inherited resonance from Jadzia. As Ezri gazed at him, she recalled Jadzia’s past experiences with Cardassians….
“Come in, Jadzia.”
“All customers gone for the day?”
“Of course. Otherwise, I would have called you Lieutenant Dax.”
“Of course,” she echoed. The Trill strode forward confidently, and slipped her arms around Garak’s neck. She caressed the back of it with evident pleasure.
As his hands slid enticingly around her waist, he visibly marveled at her. “You’re the only mammalian woman that I’ve ever known, who truly enjoys the texture of our scaled flesh. Bajoran females are invariably repelled by it.”
“Are you sure that what repelled them wasn’t just the forced-nature of the encounter?”
“I’m sure. According to Dukat, who certainly would know, even the rare Bajoran women who learned to love one or another of us still found our reptilian nature rather repugnant.”
“Well, I suppose that longevity has made me more broadminded and experimental than most.” She grinned naughtily. “But I won’t tell Major Kira about us if you won’t.”
“Not a word.” Garak kissed her passionately….
Their on-again, off-again affair had ground to a final halt when Garak had become involved with Ziyal. But it hadn’t been Jadzia’s only dalliance with the mesmerizing “scaly ones,” Ezri reminisced….
The Defiant had successfully rescued Gul Dukat and the Detapa Council, and was on its way back to DS9. With the battle-maneuvers over, Dax turned navigation over to a lesser crewman for the smoother, simpler return, and ventured below-decks. She paid a visit on Dukat, who was still grousing about having been tested by Bashir against the unlikely possibility of his having been a shape-shifting impostor.
His brow-ridges rose provocatively when he caught sight of her twinkling-eyed rapt appraisal.
She strode toward him. “Relax, Dukat We had to make absolutely sure that you’re really reptilian, didn’t we? I especially needed to know. I just don’t find shape-shifters appealing, do you?”
His charismatic smile lit his face, as she slid her arms up and around his neck, and leaned in for a kiss….
Ezri marveled at what Kira would have said if she’d known about either of Jadzia’s Cardassian trysts. Particularly in view of the time that Nerys had told Jadzia that the latter’s tastes in men frightened her.
Additionally, Ezri knew that Jadzia had always idly wondered whether Garak and Dukat had ever found out about her dalliance with the other of them, and whether they had discussed her; it seemed most likely that they would have had the ideal opportunity to do so shortly after her lovemaking with Dukat, as he and Garak awaited their occasion to fight side-by-side against the Klingons.
In retrospect, Ezri supposed that it was understandable that Garak had been quite intolerant of her naďve attempts at psychoanalyzing him when she’d first arrived on the station, and that his scathingly critical comparisons of her to her predecessor, however much they had hurt her, could easily have been at least partly a product of grief at the loss of the young woman whom he had admired and of whom he’d been fond.
Ezri’s eyes rose then, to find Damar studying her with narrowed eyes.
He said, “A parade of emotions has been traveling across your face for the last few moments. You’ve been sometimes amused, sometimes melancholy. Care to share?”
She surprised him by saying, “Yes, I would. Can the Jem’Hadar leave?”
The guards bristled, preparing for the attack that they clearly assumed that she would offer.
Damar threw each guard a tolerant half-smile. “I’m sure that I can handle one unarmed mammalian woman.”
Eyeing him meaningfully, Ezri agreed, “I’m sure that you can.”
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