The BLTS Archive - Dance
by Qzeebrella (Qzeebrella@gmail.com)

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No profit is being made from this story and no infringement is
intended.

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Julian had dressed carefully, wanting to honour the
traditions of his family although he had had to modify the
tradition, just a bit for it was a tradition amongst the
women of his family, and a man of his family had never done
it before. But things had changed and his own
circumstances, his own sense of rightness, made it necessary
for him to adapt the tradition and to uphold it -- that of
dancing for one's husband on one's wedding night.

His mother had done it, as had both of his grandmothers and
as many ancestresses as he had ever heard of. They had,
every one of them, danced for their husbands on their wedding
night. So he was going to dance for Elim, as best as he
could.

Julian nervously tugged on the golden bronze open vest he
wore, making the bells upon the fringe at the bottom of it
tinkle merrily. He was both thrilled and embarrassed by how
well the gauzy gold harem pants fit him. So soft against his
skin. Pants that were not quite see through.

The doctor's feet were bare, except for the mehndi designs
he had decorated them with and the ankle bracelets made of
golden coins. Quite frankly, Julian thought he looked like a
harem boy and could only hope that the dance he had come up
with would please his new husband as much as the outfit
would.

Julian picked up the finger castanets his mother had given
him and stepped into the bedroom.

Garak was half reclined on the bed, reminding the younger
man of a smug sheik. Julian grinned as he heard his beloved
Cardassian gasp. He posed for a moment and then snapped the
castanets together and began to sway ever so slowly. Feet
just barely moving, hips moving slightly, making bell and
coin tinkle softly. Slowly tracing his upper body with the
castanets on his fingers, teasingly, allowing his head to
fall back as if in pleasure. Allowing a sigh to leave his
lips as the cool metal on his fingers brushed against his
nipples.

At his husband's moan, Julian began to rock his hips as his
body undulated. Legs parted as he thrust forward, as if
seeking more contact and then twisting back. Taunting Elim,
tempting him. The bells and coins punctuating his every
movement. Catching the light, reflecting it. Moving towards
Garak one moment and away the next, but always drawing
nearer, while still staying out of reach.

Julian heard Garak growl with frustration and grinned in
triumph. His husband had a hungry look about him, one Julian
wanted to sate. Longed to sate. He strutted over to the bed
and straddled his husband. He bent down and kissed his love
voraciously, as hungry as him for more. Thrilled as Garak
grabbed his vest and pulled him closer.

Julian broke the kiss. "I take it you liked the dance."

"Very much so. In fact, I'd quite like another." Garak said,
pulling him in for another kiss and rolling Julian
underneath him.

"Sounds good to me." Julian smiled and kissed his husband,
sure he would enjoy this dance even more than the
traditional one.

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The End