BEST DS9 STORY ~ BEST OVERALL STORY ~ 2nd Place, Best FFF Story (GO)
Title: Just Breathe
Author: Cait N. ( caitn@mindspring.com )
Series: DS9
Rating: R
Codes: D/L
Parts: 1
Summary: Leeta isn't what Jadzia expected.
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Of all the women Jadzia Dax has slept with, Leeta has to be the most capricious. From a romantic dinner in her quarters complete with sensual body massage afterward, to a quickie against the bulkhead in a seldom-used airlock, Jadzia never knows what surprise Leeta will spring on her next.
Up for anything, Leeta's usually the instigator in the relationship. For someone used to being in charge and calling the shots, it's a refreshing change of pace for Jadzia. No matter how long it lasts, she tells herself, I'm not likely to get bored.
It's intoxicating, the feeling of spontaneity and freedom she has when she's with Leeta. Not to mention their sex is the best Jadzia has had in a long time. She can get drunk faster on the taste of Leeta's skin than she can on kanar or Klingon bloodwine.
One afternoon, tangled in whipped cream splattered sheets, both too exhausted to move, and satiated from Bajoran spring wine and each other, Leeta whispers against Jadzia's skin, tickling her spots, "You know what I like best about you?"
Jadzia shakes her head.
"Watching you sleep."
"You watch me sleep? That's not fair!" Jadzia protests. When she's asleep she's most vulnerable and that's not something that sits well with either Jadzia or Dax.
"I like watching you breathe," Leeta continues, placing her palm lightly between Jadzia's breasts. "Breathing, it's probably the one thing that all sentient species have in common whether they live on land, in space, or in water, whether they breathe oxygen, carbon, or silica." Her fingers make lazy circles against a bronze colored nipple.
Jadzia's breath catches in her throat. Just when it seems like she has Leeta figured out - ditzy Dabo girl out for nothing more than a good time - she reinvents herself and Jadzia has to start all over again.
"If you're quiet enough, and listen hard enough, the sound of someone breathing can take on a musical quality that could soothe the fussiest infant and bring grown men to tears." Leeta smiles. "Watching you breathe is like… dancing with the Prophets." Her mouth dips to taste what her fingers have been playing with.
Dimly, Jadzia realizes she'll never think of breathing - or Leeta - in the same way again.