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He’d waited till it was dark. Seemed safer that way.
Garak and Doctor Bashir had found their way back. What came with them was a lot of very loud, very horrible giggling and squealing for what felt for many torturous hours. He huddled in his hide out, under a dresser, passing the time by squeaking in misery, either at his tiny useless paws or the horrible long tail. They probably wouldn’t have noticed if he’d left earlier, but the stomping was so loud and then they’d been loud and he’d had to put his little paws over his small ears, to be polite. But now it was quiet. Mostly. Some sounds still came from far up, the sheets of the bed rustling, hushed voices sighing. It wasn’t too scary, so he ran, all four legs pattering forward as fast he could go. He knew the vents had many small tubes to squeeze through, so he climbed up the leg of the bed, heart thunderous as he hurried toward the wall. The ledge on which he ran shifted and there came a yelp that sounded a bit like Doctor Bashir. He felt the swoosh of a sweeping hand, kept running and leapt off just in time, now on the wall, racing up, up, all the way to the ceiling.
Wires and circuits looked much bigger, much scarier. His poor little heart hammered a beat so dire it felt as if it might slam itself through his chest, so he ran faster, tail clanking against the pipes.
Another room. Maybe the bar already? He hanged off the edge, sniffing the air for danger (Quark), when a shattering shriek pierced his little body. With a squeak he fell and landed on a squishy white duvet, legs trembling, a deafening ring in his ears.
“Huh? Aww.” A warm hand scooped him up and stroked down his back with a finger, cooing gently, “Poor thing, did I scare you? I’m so sorry. You just surprised me, that’s all.” A breath of air caressed his ear, followed by lips pursed in a quick kiss.
Leeta screamed again. He screamed with her, louder, staring at his hands, feeling his modest lobes, patting down his naked stomach —
Naked. No clothes. Bare. Beneath him Leeta, mouth hanging open, arm clutched to her chest, holding up the covers. Hungry eyes raked over him as a slow grin lifted the corner of a lip and he gulped, while Leeta gave a deep, throaty gasp.
“Oh, Rom!”