The BLTS Archive - Release
by Tatterdemallion (samanthawagley@yahoo.com)

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Hi, I got inspired after reading the current post on 
illianaghemor and decided to write this little ficlet.

Feedback is so yummy, btw ;).

Disclaimer:  Not mine.


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He slid beneath the water until only his eyes remained above
the steaming swish-swirl.  Heat, aching, stinging,
reminding, seeped into each cut, each welt coursing over his
body in a pattern that wasn't a pattern but had a meaning
nonetheless.  His bruises still felt like hands upon his
flesh and nothing in the universe had ever felt as real as
those crushed blossoms of purple and red painted over his
hips.

Part of him shied away from it, curled up in his mind, numb,
hiding.  The part that said he shouldn't enjoy it when
someone hurt him, shouldn't feel like everything within him
was being released with each slow, shallow slice upon his
skin.  Rejoicing in blood with pants and dizzying rushes
perhaps shouldn't be part of a doctor's personality.  But he
really wasn't worried about it.  There was nothing sexual in
surgery.

He stayed beneath the water line, breathing through his
nose, eyes closed and aware of the steam wetly clinging to
his lashes, feeling conflicted about how the water was now
soothing, instead of underscoring, his pain.  It would mean
he'd have to go back for more.  The cycle would begin again. 
The thought made his lips and his stomach curl.  He just
wished Garak's hands were warmer.

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The End