Meme: Send “UNF” to pin my muse against the wall with DESIRE
The coldness of the wall behind him contrasted starkly with the warmth that radiated from the human in front of him. She was so close, pinning him in place. Her weight was not so great that he could not have pushed past her if he wanted to.
Gul Skrain Dukat did not want to.
“Well, well. Captain Nash.” Dukat purred with a grin, a brow ridge raised with amusement, flexing the ridges in his neck just so in playful challenge. “Aren’t you a forward little thing.”
He was heavier than he looked, more solid. Liz knew perfectly well that he gave in to the push and if he’d fought back, it wouldn’t have been so easy. But it wasn’t really a fight she was looking for.
Pressed against him, she could feel his voice, even through his uniform. Liz looked up at him and matched his flexing with her own rather challenging grin. That look that dared him to push her back, to pin her in kind.
“What can I say?” Liz chuckled softly, speaking in a low, breathy tone. “When I see something I want, I go for it.”
Her eyes drifted over the fine scales that covered his skin. She’d never been close enough to really notice them before. Delicate and fine, begging to be touched. She reached up almost cautiously, watching for any sign to stop, her fingertips softly tracing the ridge along his jaw and down the sweep of his neck.
“And you strike me as the sort of man who appreciates a little forwardness, Gul Dukat.”