He opened his eyes with a little start. His fantasy was still on, only now Nyran's mouth was free of Damar's cock. They seemed to have finished while he dozed off.
Sitting where Dukat had left her, she watched Damar kneeling in front of her, using a soft towel to wipe the wetness off her face. His gentle strokes made Dukat smirk; when it came to wooing a woman, he'd clearly learned from the best.
But then Nyran leaned her forehead on his shoulder, sighing contently, and Dukat paused, frowning. Where did that come from? They barely spoke in the command center and he knew for a fact they had never spent any time together outside of work. Why would she trust him like this? Why would he, Dukat, have her trust him like this?
Perhaps it was a mirror to his own feelings for Damar. A devoted puppy dog he could mold to his image, use to any end and rely on him to do his best to comply to Dukat's full satisfaction. There was nothing more endearing than that about a subordinate.
Even despite his snarky, blunt comments, Damar displayed near worship of him, and could only afford to be so honest and direct, because Dukat enjoyed his unfiltered opinions and encouraged him to express himself freely. His, frankly much simpler, mind was a great window into the thought processes of the average masses.
"Is this better?"
He nearly missed Damar's soft words as he quietly spoke up. His eyes searched her face, now clean and dry again apart from the feverish sheen of desire that still colored her cheeks. She gave him a little smile.
"Yes. Thank you, Corat."
Corat? When did she—?
Oh, wait, they were fruits of Dukat's mind, of course she knew his first name. The real Nyran still had a long way to go before Damar entrusted her with such a private bit of information about him.
His mind put them quite uncomfortably close, though. Damar reached for her face to brush some of her loose hair behind her ear, softly pacifying the enticing mess they'd made of her blond mane. She smiled again, a touched thanks in her eyes.
"Aww, Damar," Dukat tutted, slightly disappointed. "Those tears were such a gorgeous sight. You know this is a fantasy, right? She doesn't really mind, she's not even here."
They didn't respond and Dukat frowned again, getting frustrated with his own imagination.
Then she rubbed her forehead on Damar's chufa, and Dukat's jaw fell open.
In many ways, it was more intimate than kissing. Casual lovers kissed. Spouses rubbed chufas. Even though Nyran didn't have one, she was raised Cardassian, she knew the symbolism of it. Two most intimate bodily sensors interlocking so tightly there was no room for anything else than your partner... It was a sign of devotion.
"What in the bloody plague—"
No one was paying attention to him, and that was the other confusing thing adding to his irritation. This was his fantasy, damn it. How was it getting away from him so much?
Damar whispered something in Nyran's ear and she giggled like a schoolgirl, while he grinned like an idiot. Dukat bugged his eyes, his brain refusing to compute. They had their own jokes now?
The scene changed. Ah, finally getting the desired action, Dukat thought, the unwelcome confusion dissipating as he watched Damar plunge himself deep between Nyran's thighs. Things were looking up.
They did take a boring position leaving no angle for him, though, with Damar on top, nestled snugly between her legs. His palms slowly ran across her body, wherever he could reach. Her skin was beautifully flushed, just as Dukat had imagined, angry pink wherever Damar's scales chafed a little too long, but she didn't seem to mind. She clutched handfuls of his hair, pulling him closer, assaulting his mouth with searing kisses as he moved inside her.
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Fanfiction= 'You're my guardian angel, you know that?' He weaved his fingers in her hair and leaned down to kiss her. Despite the heavy smell of stale kanar on his breath, all she wanted right now was to press her lips to his, let his mouth devour her, have h...
