Being Friends Means You Don't Have to Compliment
Title: Being Friends Means You Don't Have to Compliment Author: jlsigman Rating: PG Word count: 407 Prompt: Star Trek Deep Space Nine - Sisko/Dax - drunken sex - The thing with synthehol was, you could shake it off in theory, but that took practice.
Benjamin Sisko became aware of his hangover one symptom at a time. First was the dry mouth, complete with swollen tongue and furry-feeling teeth. As he wrinkled his face, the throbbing of his skull made him groan. A small shift in the universe somewhere caused his stomach to roil threateningly, and he was caught between not moving so his head wouldn't explode to moving a little so his stomach wouldn't do the same. As he tried to curl into a tiny ball of agony, he brushed against something warm that groaned in a similarly pained voice.
Sisko's eyes snapped open, then squinted shut as the dim light assaulted him with a high-powered photon barrage. The bed shifted the universe as the other body moved, and all he could do was plead, “Please don't do that.”
Something took a deep breath, then murmured his name. This time he forced his eyes to stay open and worked hard to focus. “Dax?” he finally asked, incredulous. “What... what are you doing in my room?”
“I think I should be asking you that,” the Trillian said waspishly, arm across her eyes. “After this many lifetimes, you'd think I'd be able to shake off synthehol...”
He managed to chuckle once before grabbing his head. “If you ever figure it out, old man...”
She removed her arm and stared at him in amusement. “The fact that you're calling me that, here, now, is somewhat disturbing.” She stretched under the sheets.
He laughed this time, despite the fact that it hurt like hell. “Old habits...” he trailed off, realizing just what must have happened. There was an awkward silence, then he grinned. “Is this the part where you compliment me?”
She gave him that amused look again. “I'm a friend, friends don't lie to each other, now do they?”
His hungover brain couldn't come up with a comeback to that, so he just muttered, “That was mean.”
“Mmm-hmmm,” she agreed, “But not as mean as Kira is going to be if you miss meeting her and the Bajoran delegation at oh-nine-hundred hours.”
Sisko looked panicked. “Computer, what time is it?”
“The time is now 8:36 standard,” the computer solicitously provided.
Dax had to admit that watching Benjamin leap out of the bed and rush around for his clothing while barely sober and badly hungover was probably the funniest thing in at least two lifetimes, and laughed until he left.