Fic: Soaked
"Oops," Leeta says as she glances over her shoulder at Dax. Curzon and Torias are in the back of her mind along with Emony admiring the way that the dress hugs all her curves and the way the fabric looks so sheer when it is dripping wet and clinging to her body just like that. Tobin of course, is biting his nails and looking away. Lela just chuckles while Audrid tells her in her soft sweet voice to 'follow her heart' (though at the moment it's not exactly her heart that's driving her to pull Leeta up against her body and press a kiss to the exposed skin of the nape of her neck.)
Joran is whispering terrible, horrible, awful things that Jadzia pushes away to the back of her mind, along with the rest of their voices as she begins to slide off the soaked dress-first revealing pale skin of a bare shoulder then the smooth skin of her back- because this is between her and Leeta and no one else.
Joran is whispering terrible, horrible, awful things that Jadzia pushes away to the back of her mind, along with the rest of their voices as she begins to slide off the soaked dress-first revealing pale skin of a bare shoulder then the smooth skin of her back- because this is between her and Leeta and no one else.