While Leeta had always been curious about sleeping with another woman, it was something she just hadn't got round to yet, though it wasn't for lack of opportunity. It was hardly surprising that Quark had found and hired the most liberal dabo girls he could find, and though she was more than happy for their flirtation to go beyond just kissing to tease the punters and the staff, even Quark himself once or twice, their encouragements to take things further after hours just weren't personal enough for her liking. She'd even had more than one invitation during her time growing up in the midst of the occupation, but she'd always been too optimistic for the 'you never know what might happen tomorrow' mentality that they invariably seemed to come with.
No, as much as she'd always been curious, it was never something she'd do unless it felt absolutely right and completely natural. Something she now felt during her evenings with Jadzia. She may have gotten to the bottom of her spring wine bottle all by herself, but that was only because one sip of Jadzia's bloodwine was more than enough for her, and she'd felt it before she'd even opened it anyway.
She hadn't known Jadzia that long, in fact these evenings spent together had only begun when the outgoing science officer had offered to help make her welcome aboard the station which was her new home, but that didn't stop her thinking about it. She'd already made her mind up after looking back at the last such evening, and the bottle of wine was merely helping her broach the subject.
Though her official sociology training taught her a few ways to get to know people, it was the ones she'd taught herself for the dabo wheel which would come in handy to gauge Jadzia's willingness. That, and the fact she'd specifically dressed in such a manner that would (hopefully) get some reactions from Jadzia, all helped in her gaining confidence that tonight could be the night.
Though she somewhat surprised herself at her readiness to explore things with Jadzia after only knowing her for such a short while, even when she thought it through logically, she couldn't deny the accuracy of her gut feelings: Jadzia was everything she could want in a female partner. Jadzia knew what she wanted as much as she did herself in fact, and so was more than confident that anything which could happen between them would be as friends and confidantes and therefore mean just as much to her as well. Her gentle nature would also soften that confidence and left Leeta in no doubt she'd make a sensual lover.
More than this though, she was also someone that Leeta could instantly be at ease with. Whether sharing the tips she'd learned to handle the Ferengi from their many games of Tongo, or laughing now as she did at her impression of how she assumed Julian must be like in his holosuite battle programs with Miles. She had unzipped her uniform jacket and was sat with her legs wide open, imitating a very macho pose, complete with a hearty swig from her bottle.
From just the one taste Leeta was hardly surprised bloodwine came in smaller bottles than springwine, but couldn't complain when she caught herself casting a sneaky glance at her companion's chest during her exaggerated motions that could never have come from just a glass. While it was her personality attributes which had attracted her to the idea of Jadzia, she really could fault her physique either.
She quickly darted her eyes away when Jadzia bought hers back to her. Though she could have sworn the influence of the wine left her too late, and too obvious to not have been noticed. Jadzia didn't seem to notice however, and carried on regardless.
There's no time like the present Leeta thought, if there was something she wanted, she'd have to just go for it. More than once she'd heard the other dabo girls joke about calling the Ferengi waiters 'waiters' because waiting for anything from them would only end in more waiting, and while she appreciated they weren't all like this, even she had to admit that Rom was definitely the exception which proved the rule.
"Jadzia," she finally plucked up the courage to say, not meaning to interrupt her companion's flow of conversation, although if she was annoyed she didn't show it. "I was wondering if I could ask you something..."