Sweatsley
(( Dedicated to JJ, Wesley, Bev, and mah space wife. ))
Characters: Garak, Wesley Crusher, MU!Jadzia, and Ezri Dax
Setting: DS9, 2375, USS Tumblr RP verse
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“Jad, should we tell him what the plan is?” Ezri asked, as they stopped in front of Wesley’s quarters.
“And scare him back to grandma-knit sweaters, Ezri? No, I think for this one, we’ll definitely need to stick to what we do best…”
“Winging it,” they finished together, just as the doors swished open and a young Welsey Crusher froze on the spot. For a few moments, he just stood there, taking in the appearance of his new acquaintances. Ezri and Jadzia were staring right back with amused smiles on their faces, one hand lightly resting on their hips, slightly leaning toward each other in perfect symmetry. They were gorgeous women come to pay him a visit - and what man wouldn’t feel lucky - but something about it made him want to retreat back into his room.
“H-Hi! It’s nice to finally meet you girls in person.”
“So cute, isn’t he?” Ezri giggled. ”I know, we’re going to have so much fun with him!” Jadzia replied. Wesley looked between the two women with a mix of excitement and panic, as was the intended effect.
“The poor boy.” Ezri spoke again. ”We really shouldn’t tease this one so much. I don’t think he’s ready for two Daxes, let alone one of us.”
“Umm…” Wesley let out a short laugh, confused and slightly annoyed that they were talking about him rather than to him. “Excuse me, but I thought we were going shopping together? I don’t want to intrude on your plans if just the two of you would rather go…”
Ezri and Jadzia both melted into a warm smile. ”Where are our manners, Ez?” Jadzia tapped her nose and walked over to Wesley’s right side. ”We’re sorry. It’s just that we have such a voracious appetite for makeovers,” Jadzia explained, running a finger over the seam of Wesley’s uniform. ”And we heard you were in need of some feminine advice that isn’t your mother’s,” Ezri added as she loped his arm around his left and smiled.
“…Alright then. As long as you two don’t pick on me too much.”
Jadzia and Ezri shared a twinkle in their eyes. ”We promise.”
Wesley looked between the two, raising a brow. “Why do I have a feeling you’re going to have a hard time keeping it?”
All he had for an answer were a pair of grins as they loped their arms through his and led him from his quarters to the station. Not lacking for confidence and style, the trio strolled arm-in-arm down the Promenade to Garak’s shop, talking and laughing amongst each other. Ezri and Jadzia had made a promise, but their prey was just so darn cute, it was hard to not make a few teasing jabs here and there. They couldn’t help it. It was the Dax way of showing affection. But after noticing several heads turning along the way, Wesley soon decided that this may not be a bad idea after all.
“…but with two of us and two joined Trill at that, you can’t go wrong.” Ezri and Jadzia broke out into a fit of giggles as they entered the shop. Garak was at his work station hemming a pair of trousers, when he heard the commotion and picked his head up at the trio. That poor young lad was the only and immediate thought he had upon seeing Wesley sandwiched between the two women. Putting on his best charming smile, he approached them. ”Ah, why if it isn’t two of my most treasured customers, the Miss Daxes. I trust you two have been well?” Ezri and Jadzia answered the glimmer in his eyes with their own. Of course he already knew. Meanwhile, Wesley looked between them with an oblivious grin on his face. ”This is Wesley Crusher, Dr. Crusher’s son.” Jadzia began the introduction, her eyes fixed on Garak’s.
“And you must be…” Wesley paused a moment to think, but it quickly came to him and he snapped his fingers as it did ”Mr. Garak!”
Garak’s eyes widened a little at that and with a sardonic grin, yet keeping the charm in his voice, he replied, “Ah! You’ve heard of me, then. What a charming and clever lad.” He turned to walk to a rack of young men’s attire. ”If I may suggest you turn your attention to this collection, I believe you’ll find the attire less… mundane than what you’re used to.”
While Garak led the boy away, Ezri and Jadzia talked amongst themselves, browsing the dresses on display. Wesley looked back over his shoulder. ”Um…” he began in a tentative whisper, to which Garak picked up his ridges as if to say ‘well what is it?’, “
The Cardassian’s eyes positively gleamed. ”Young lad, you have no idea.” Wesley gulped at the extra emphasis Garak laid on the word and set about the task of selecting a few candidates from the pile. None of them seemed particularly pleasing to him, but he knew he’d rather not go back over to the women empty-handed.
While he waited patiently for them to finish their discussion, Wesley’s wandering eyes happened to land a bulky, Andorian wool sweater, lying folded in a bargain bin next to him. He realised, fondly, that it looked just like one he used to have as a kid. Fluffy, he called it, because he looked like a marshmallow wrapped in its off-white stitches. After sneaking a glance at the two women in front of him, still ardently debating, he inched his hand out, testing to see whether they noticed. It appeared that they were far too busy discussing the various styles no notice his hand creeping along. ”What about a cashmere vest with Tholian silk embriodery?” ”No, we already chose something formal. What about a polyblend turtleneck?” It was now or never. He darted his hand out to grab the sweater…
*Thwack!* Without even looking at him or pausing in her sentence, Jadzia’s had swiped out like a cat’s paw and smacked his wrist.
“Ow! Was that really necessary?”
“Hold that thought,” Jadzia said to Ezri. She turned to Wesley. ”Yes it was. You made a promise that you’d buy only what we suggested if we behaved ourselves in return.”
“Looks like someone broke their end of the bargain, Jadz.” Ezri smirked.
“How should we punish him, Ez?” Jadzia grinned wickedly.
Wesley backed up slightly when they both fixed their gazes back on him, eyes stalking him as he moved. ”Pardon me,” Garak interjected at the last possible moment, all heads turning toward him, “but I may have just the thing.” He disappeared into the back room, re-appearing a few moments later.
It was a pink collared shirt underneath a charcoal grey sweater made of merino wool. ”It’s pink!” Wesley grimaced.
“Yes, but it suits your skin tone so well. Try it.” From the undercurrent in Ezri’s tone, he realised that this was more of an order than a suggestion. He smiled wanly at them, raising the shirt a little and nodding, before entering the changing room. A few moments later, he re-emerged and walked over to a mirror. ”This actually doesn’t look to bad!” Wesley grinned, posing in front of it. ”What do you two think?” He asked as he spun around and planted his hands on his hips.
Jadzia gave him a look over and a smile of approval. ”I think our work here is done. What do you think, Ezri?”
“I think you’re right, Jad,” Ezri answered, grinning right back and locking arms with the taller woman. Leaving Wesley in Garak’s more than capable hands, they took their leave, strolling back down the Promenade arm-in-arm.
((i just love it OH MY GOD! also THWACK...that was awesome))
