Late Night
by Cattnip

What the hell is wrong with me?

I scanned my system for signs of disease - bacterial, viral, even the common cold! - nothing.

It's 0200.  I can't sleep, I'm not hungry, and my chest feels heavy and strange.  I tried to work, but my concentration was blown the second I picked up the padd.  All I can seem to do is pace this cursed room, end to end, like a trapped animal, waiting...for what?

That, my friends, is the question worth ten thousand bars of gold-pressed latinum.

"I'm so glad to have made such an interesting friend today."

Ten simple words, that's all.  Nothing special, just a nice, polite, cordial farewell.  No reason to get my insides all shook up.  But God, that face...those intense, beautiful, sparkling blue eyes, and a smile that makes my heart flutter.  Dammit, I'm a man.  That is *not* supposed to happen!

Ah, but when those massive, grey, Cardassian hands clasped my shoulders, I felt like the center of his universe.  I felt...good.


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