"The view really is better up here," she calls to Nerys.
"The view's just fine where I am," comes the reply. "Besides, somebody has to get this" - there's the clang of metal, a frustrated oath - "this TENT set up before sundown." Tent could pass for an expletive, the way Nerys says it.
"What do we need a tent for? We can sleep under the stars."
A sharp laugh. "You've obviously never been in Dahkur during one of the summer storms. Trust me, if one of those comes along, you'll want the tent."
Jadzia rolls her eyes. "Nerys, it's not going to rain! There's not a cloud in the sky. It's gorgeous up here, come on!"
A sigh - a very loud one, for it to be audible this far away - and Nerys appears at the foot of the tree, peering up at her through the branches. "If I climb up there, as soon as I'm ready to climb down, you're coming with me."
"Fair enough," Jadzia says, smiling. She knows she's won.
Nerys scrambles up the tree with less than her usual grace and more than a few muttered curses. Jadzia leans out and offers her arm, and Nerys grabs on, hauls herself up to balance against the branch that Jadzia is perched on.
"Look." Jadzia points ahead, toward the hills turned golden by the slanting sunlight and deep blue where the light doesn't reach. In the valley below a river glistens, threading a path through red earth and gold-green forest.
"You're right," Nerys says. "It's pretty." The words are short, clipped, but her tone has softened already.
She has a leaf caught in her hair. Jadzia reaches for it, brushes it away.
Nerys turns and gives her a look that's trying to be stern, but it's not at all convincing. The twitch at the corner of her mouth is a dead giveaway. "Aren't YOU going to watch the beautiful sunset?"
Kira Nerys / Jadzia Dax, G, warningless fluff
"The view's just fine where I am," comes the reply. "Besides, somebody has to get this" - there's the clang of metal, a frustrated oath - "this TENT set up before sundown." Tent could pass for an expletive, the way Nerys says it.
"What do we need a tent for? We can sleep under the stars."
A sharp laugh. "You've obviously never been in Dahkur during one of the summer storms. Trust me, if one of those comes along, you'll want the tent."
Jadzia rolls her eyes. "Nerys, it's not going to rain! There's not a cloud in the sky. It's gorgeous up here, come on!"
A sigh - a very loud one, for it to be audible this far away - and Nerys appears at the foot of the tree, peering up at her through the branches. "If I climb up there, as soon as I'm ready to climb down, you're coming with me."
"Fair enough," Jadzia says, smiling. She knows she's won.
Nerys scrambles up the tree with less than her usual grace and more than a few muttered curses. Jadzia leans out and offers her arm, and Nerys grabs on, hauls herself up to balance against the branch that Jadzia is perched on.
"Look." Jadzia points ahead, toward the hills turned golden by the slanting sunlight and deep blue where the light doesn't reach. In the valley below a river glistens, threading a path through red earth and gold-green forest.
"You're right," Nerys says. "It's pretty." The words are short, clipped, but her tone has softened already.
She has a leaf caught in her hair. Jadzia reaches for it, brushes it away.
Nerys turns and gives her a look that's trying to be stern, but it's not at all convincing. The twitch at the corner of her mouth is a dead giveaway. "Aren't YOU going to watch the beautiful sunset?"
"Well," Jadzia says. "Something beautiful, anyway."
That earns her a smile and, once she's managed to bend down and claim it, a kiss.