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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW DS9: Pay Attention, Dear (G/B) 1/1 [PG-13]
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Title: Pay Attention, Dear
Author: Ainzfern
Originally written for the "Dares Of Scales" list.
Series: DS9
Code: G/B 
Rating: PG-13 (Silliness yet again, LOL!)
Parts: 1/1
Disclaimer: Paramount owns STAR TREK ... etc and so on and so forth! 
My only pay here is personal joy
Summary: PWP. Our boys have a *really* big spat. See challenge below. 
love card and a pair of red shoes. The lines `I would rather have 
lemon juice poured in my eyeballs.' and `If your eloquence doesn't 
cease within the next ten seconds I am going to shove a.' And a bowl 
of jelly must be given as a peace offering and the words `Sulk', 
`Flames' and `Diabolical' must be used.***


Pay Attention, Dear

"...and I don't care to hear another of your wretched excuses, 
Julian!" Garak leaned across the replimat table, his eyes 
blazing. "This is the definitive, the absolutely final straw. You 
have taken me for granted for the *last* time!"

Julian glared back at his lover, a flush rising in his smooth 
cheeks. "Elim, this is *not* the place to have this particular 
conversation."

Both furious men noted in passing that the avid expressions on the 
faces of the other patrons implied the direct opposite.

"Why not, *dear*?" Garak feigned an ingenuous expression. "After all, 
it was your idea to bring me here in order to, Oh how did you put it 
again? Ah yes! `Pull me out of my *sulk*'!"

"Well you *were* sulking," Julian muttered darkly and folded his arms.

"That was not a sulk, Julian. That was me going up in *flames*!" 
Garak's voice level raised a touch.

Julian leaned forward suddenly, his eyes narrowing. "Look, I've 
already apologized for being late..."

A contemptuous laugh met this remark. "You call *that* an apology? 
Yet *another* tacky love card and a mumbled `sorry `bout that' as you 
dashed out the door this morning?"

"Elim, you *know* that sometimes unexpected things crop up when I'm 
on duty..."

"One call, Julian," Garak snapped. "That's *all* it would have taken. 
A quick tap to your comm badge and I wouldn't have been left waiting 
in that blasted restaurant looking like an idiot for nearly *two* 
hours."

Julian grimaced. "I know I forgot to comm you last night..."

"You *always* forget, you diabolical little creature!"

"Now, steady on! There's no need for that kind of talk." Julian held 
his hands up. "I think we ought to just calm down here and work on 
the main issue. I know you're angry at me, Elim, but I think if you 
would just *cease* the convoluted eloquence..."

Garak's eyes flashed. His neck ridges flared, his nostrils joined in. 
He set his jaw, stood up and leaned over his suddenly silent 
paramour. He drew in a deep breath and spoke in a soft and deadly 
tone. "And if *your* eloquence doesn't cease within the next ten 
seconds I am going to shove a..."

"Gentlemen?" Constable Odo's voice cut in, much to Garak's disgust 
and Julian's considerable relief. 

"What *is* it, Odo?" Garak asked, exasperated. 

The changeling smiled blandly. "We're receiving complaints about the 
noise."

"Sorry, Odo." Julian looked contrite.

Garak sniffed. "Why bother to say it? Just send him a card."

Julian's hackles rose. He opened his mouth.

"Doctor, Mr Garak!" Odo forestalled the ensuing re-match. "I think it 
might be best if you two just took this somewhere private and made up 
nicely." The Constable smiled kindly at them.

Garak straightened his tunic sharply and stepped back from the table. 
With a final scathing glare at Julian he turned and faced the 
changeling. "Quite frankly, Constable Odo," he said pleasantly. "I 
would rather have lemon juice poured in my eyeballs." 

With that said, he stalked off, trailing a cloud of wounded dignity 
behind him.

***** 

"Hi, Julian." Jadzia Dax poked her head into Julian's back office in 
the Infirmary, smiling with a mix of sympathy and smugness as she 
focused on the young doctor busily laying blankets and a spare 
cushion down on the small sofa. 

"Oh, hullo Jadzia," Julian said dully. "Welcome to my new quarters."

Dax walked into the office shaking her head. "You not going to try 
and sleep on *that* little thing, are you?"

Julian shrugged. "Well, it's case of either staying here until Elim 
cools off a bit, or trying to go home and risk having *another* pair 
of shoes flung at my head."

Jadzia winced. "Wow, he *must* be angry. He didn't throw your red 
ones, did he?"

Nodding, Julian plumped his pillow and set it on the sofa. "The very 
same."

"Lucky you ducked. Those things are *chunky*."

"Excuse me!" Julian turned an offended face to her. "Those happen to 
be one of a kind, limited edition, ruby red suede Doc Martins!"

Dax shot him a look. "They're still hideous, Julian. I mean, why you 
thought you *needed* four inches of crepe sole, I will *never* 
understand."

"Jadzia." Julian slumped down into the middle of his sofa/bed/new 
home and looked beseechingly up at her, huge eyes pleading. "What am 
I going to do about Elim?"

"Apologize."

"I already have." Julian huffed and picked at a thread on the blanket.

"Apologize like you *mean* it."

"He says that I'm too absent minded when it comes to paying attention 
to his feelings." Julian resumed his blanket picking. 

"Well you are," Dax said. 

Julian kept picking.

"Uh, Julian?"

Julian blinked. "Hmmm? What?"

Dax sighed and sat down next to him. "I *said* you *are* absent 
minded when it comes to the little niceties."

"But that's just the point, Jadzia. They're *little* niceties!" 
Julian threw his hands up. 

"They're still important though. I mean, you could at least *try*."

Julian glared at her. "I *do* try!"

"Really." Dax pursed her lips. "Remember the time Garak tried to 
spice up your love life by suggesting you could try to have more fun 
in Quark's spa program?"

"Yes?" Julian frowned in hazy memory.

"You bought him a rubber duck."

Julian flushed. "Well, it had been a busy week, I was preoccupied 
when he told me."

"Julian," Dax said seriously. "You do things like that to him *all* 
the time. So far he's been *very* patient with you, but he's right. 
You *do* take him for granted."

"You heard?" Julian sighed glumly. 

"Julian, the whole *station* heard."

The young Human smiled fondly. "He's got quite an impressive volume 
when he gets going, doesn't he?"

Dax smiled back at him. "He sure does." She sobered again. "Don't 
leave it, Julian. Go home. Say you're sorry. Mean it. Try your *best* 
this time not to do it again. He doesn't deserve it."

Julian nodded slowly. "You're right, Dax. I'll go right now." He 
stood up and set his shoulders.

"Oh Julian?" Dax called out.

"Yes?"

"Take a gift."

Julian stared at her. "Where will I buy a gift at *this* time of 
night?"

"You're intelligent, Julian. You'll think of something."

***** 

"Elim?" Julian walked slowly into their quarters, his eyes watching 
for airborne footwear. "Elim are you here?"

Garak strode haughtily out of the bedroom. "I am *not* speaking with 
you just now, Julian, I thought we had already established tha..." 
The Cardassian blinked. "Julian? *Why* do you have a bowl of *jelly* 
in you hands?"

Julian looked down at the bowl briefly. "Uhm, I'll explain later. I 
just..." He shook his head and set the bowl down on the small dining 
table. Then he stepped forward and looked deeply into Garak's 
eyes. "I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am for hurting your 
feelings and for being *such* an arse. You were right. I've been 
neglecting you terribly and what's worse, I haven't even noticed."

Garak's eyes softened slightly. He crossed his arms and waited, 
evidently intending on making Julian perform the entire unabridged 
admission of guilt. 

Julian smiled. "I get so tied up in my work sometimes that I forget 
that I have something *far* more worthwhile waiting for me at home."

Garak's eyes ridges rose. "You rate *me* above your work?"

Kissing his face gently, Julian nodded. "Oh yes, Elim, I certainly 
do. I don't tell you enough about things like this, but it's very 
true. You're my dearest friend. My one love. My soul mate."

The glacier in Garak's blue eyes melted in record speed. Sensing his 
advantage, Julian pressed for home.

"I *promise* to pay more attention in the future, Elim. I *mean* it 
this time."

Garak smiled. "The proof, my dear, will be in the witnessing of this 
miracle."

Julian stroked his lover's satin hair. "I expected no less, love. I 
won't let you down. May I come back home?"

"You may, my dear," Garak replied benevolently. "On one condition."

"Oh?"

"Yes." Garak nodded at the table. "Explain the jelly."

"Ah." Julian blushed charmingly. "Well. I wanted to get you a dozen 
red roses but... well, everything but Quark's bar was closed and the 
only thing I could find there that was the right color was...this." 
He pointed somewhat shamefacedly at his offering.

Garak chuckled softly. "Well, my dear, the gift is certainly unusual, 
but the sentiment in truly appreciated."  He moved into the 
kitchenette and returned with a couple of dessertspoons. "Shall 
we `break bread' to seal our bargain?"
 
Julian grinned at him, his eyes growing wicked. "I have a better 
idea, love. Why don't we take this..." he picked up the bowl, "...and 
enjoy it in between mad passionate sex in Quark's spa program?"

Garak's blue eyes gleamed. "My dear! You *have* been listening after 
all!"

END
Ainzfern...



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