Ezri/Arandis fanfiction

YES, it departs from the show. This is slash fiction, not very good slash fiction, but a cool pairing of an adorable couple. So appreciate it or bug off.

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Ezri Dax

Ezri stood beside the Temtibi Lagoon. Risa was just as beautiful as she…or, more accurately, her symbiont Dax…remembered it. The second to last Trill host of Dax, Curzon—who had the symbiont longer than any of the other hosts—, had been known for passion for women, and his last trip had been to Risa. “Pompous old fool”, Ezri muttered to herself, “couldn’t pass up a woman…even if his life depended on it. Still, this place is beautiful.” She smiled.

“Dax?” Ezri turned.

“Arandis!”

“I saw your name on the roster of incoming guests….I had to see you.” Arandis smiled. This Dax, like Jadzia, was younger, and female; perhaps the spark that had been there between her and Curzon would not continue.

“You’re…..beautiful!”

“You sound surprised….tho I suppose you’ve met more of Curzon’s lovers…”

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean….I mean…..I…What was I saying?” Ezri blushed.

“Ah…you still have feelings for me?” Arandis gently nudged, a smile playing with her lips.

“We’re…old friends, you and I…or you and Dax….”

“Yes, you could say that. I caused Curzon’s death.”

“I remember…I enjoyed it. Or he enjoyed it. I haven’t gotten it quite figured out…I have all these memories and feelings and….and a huge urge to kiss you.”

Arandis with a Horga'hn

“Are you sure that would be a good idea?” Arandis asked; her eyes twinkled. But before she could get an answer, Ezri had wrapped her arms tightly around Arandis and locked their lips.
“Oh Dax” Arandis whispered, “After losing Jadzia and Curzon, I couldn’t stand to lose you again.” They kissed once more.

“I’m here now, Arandis. That’s what matters. Maybe we don’t have tomorrow, but we have right now. Let’s go inside, shall we?” Ezri said, and began to caress her.

Arandis moaned softly. “I want to…but I’m on duty here.” Ezri began to kiss her neck. “After my shift,” Arandis tried to protest, but now Ezri was too firmly involved in her love-making to notice Arandis’ words. Arandis herself was hardly convinced by her excuse; this was, after all, Risa--a pleasure planet— and the Jamaharon ritual formed a large part of the services provided to guests. “Well, alright, but let’s get a Horga’hn so it seems like I’m on business.”

Ezri looked up for a second, and Arandis realized that she hadn't heard a word. “Hmm? Which building?”