Author's Note: It is dark and gloomy out and I have to go to school in the morning. In order to take my mind off of these unfortunate facts, I shall write. This isn't a sequel to Her Spots but more like a companion piece. Both can stand alone but if you want to read them both in order, then by all means do so.

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine"

His hands made her shiver.

Ezri Dax herself had very little experience when it came to men. All she had was fumbling around with Brinner and then the whole disaster with Worf. Dr. Julian Bashir was her first real, healthy relationship and she was still getting used to it. She wasn't used to someone loving her for her and taking care of her without an ulterior motive. Not only did he make sure that she was healthy physically and emotionally but when they were in the bedroom…dear gods…

The main weapons in his arsenal were his hands. His beautiful surgeon's hands. They were warm, almost hot against her skin and soft like Tholian silk. His fingertips were calloused both from tools of medicine and tools of battle. His hands could soothe away the ache of her left shoulder. His hands could brush her growing hair away from her brow. His hands could hold her tenderly tight as they lay in deep slumber.

His hands could stroke her into a raging inferno, one that only he could put out.

Like now.

She had been cleaning her quarters, seriously cleaning it. She was even moving furniture. He had come in just in time to see her trip over an ottoman and he had caught her with ease. Now, he wasn't letting go. His thumbs were stroking her sides, toying with the flesh exposed by her tank top. Electricity was racing through her veins and she looked up at him with half arousal and half accusation.

"Did you come here to help me clean or to seduce me?"

"Both actually. I was going to help you clean for a bit but circumstances changed. You fell into my arms." he admitted with a roguish smile.

"In a clumsy way, not in a romantic way!"

"Good enough for me.", he rumbled before latching onto her throat.

His hands could also catch her when her knees decided to become the consistency of I'danian spice pudding. One of them slid down to her behind and squeezed fondly. Ezri groaned softly and dug her nails into his shoulders, undone by his persistence.

"Sometimes I really hate you, Julian."

"I'm glad. A little bit of hatred can go a long way. Off.", he replied while tugging at her tank top.

She took it off and he lifted her against the wall before using those hands to torment her spots fully. Her own hands were not idle. If she had to be half naked and tortured, then so did he! It was only fair. His groans made her feel better about whimpering so loudly and she screamed as he slid inside her where he belonged.

Long, elegant, warm, loving fingers stroked down her sides as he moved feverishly inside her, sending shock waves of pleasure to her brain and body. Ezri squirmed and screamed against the wall, knowing that she would be getting a knowing smirk from her neighbor in the morning.

She really didn't care right now.

All she cared about was him…not…stopping…oh, dear gods!

His fingers slid into the damp musk between her legs, seeking and finding what he wanted, what she needed…

"Come for me, Ezri…" he whispered in her ear, sending her body into convulsions, aided and abetted by his beautiful fingers….

She loved his hands. She loved what they could do to her and how they were used daily to help others.

His hands were instruments of comfort and peace.