Old Flames

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***Due to problems with formatting, thoughts by the characters will be in "//".


“Computer, what is the time!” Bashir demanded.

“It is seventeen-hundred-fifty hours,” the female computer voice replied.

Bashir leaned down, his palms on the table edge in front of him. His face contorted into a frustrated scowl. He had been stuck in the Infirmary the entire day without a chance to get out and search for her. He had ten more minutes until he was off duty but the past hour had been excruciating for him. He already had reorganized several of his instrument trays and updated his patient files. So he then checked ship schedules to make sure that no vessels had left the station, possibly with her on it. No ships were scheduled to leave for another forty-eight hours so he knew he had time, but very little of it.

He had been thinking the entire day of her and his dream during the night. His first experience with her, really the first he had with any woman, was so vivid in his mind. Bashir was surprised he had even remembered so much considering he had not thought about her for some time. He changed much since they had last been together; he had matured much and was no longer the naïve, young doctor who had never had adventures out in space yet when he first stepped onto the station.

Over the years, Bashir had gathered more experience with women and had gained more confidence and dominance in his sexual encounters. He also prided himself with his physical appearance which he had been working on hard for the past few years. He no longer was skin and bone but had retained muscles and a more built appearance. Considering what dangerous situations the station had been in over the years, he felt it necessary he work on his strength to be able to defend himself. Though, it was a plus that it helped him in stealing women’s hearts along with his charm and boyish smile.

He looked up and noticed the Bajoran nurse who was to be on duty after him. He sighed deeply in extreme relief of his anxiousness the entire day. Bashir gave a quick greeting to her as he dashed out the door to the Promenade. He ran his hand over his hair to make sure it looked appropriate and he tugged on his uniform to straighten it. He did not want to ruin their first meeting in so long a time.

Running up a flight of stairs, Bashir made his way to the upper level of the Promenade so he could have a good view of the shops down below. He eyed the people making their way along the circular center, chatting, shopping, and flirting. He took of of the connection walkways and made his way to the upper level of Quark’s. Bashir searched the faces for some recognition, hoping she would pay another visit to the establishment.

After searching the top level, he made his way to the bottom floor and glanced around the dabo tables. The bar was not busy yet because it was only the early evening but it was sure to be full of brawls, bloodwine drinking, and craziness by the middle of the night. If all else failed, Bashir decided to come back to Quark’s so he could hope for another visit. She seemed to be familiar with Quark somehow so he sought out the Ferengi to question him. He found the bartender cleaning out glasses with a rag.

“Hello, Quark,” Bashir greeted him as he leaned up onto the bar top.

“Ah Dr. Bashir, what can I do for you?” the Ferengi asked as he smiled, his pointy teeth gleaming.

“I was hoping to ask you some questions,” Bashir started. “About that woman last night.”

“What woman?” Quark said as he furrowed his large brow and then his eyes widened with recognition. “Ah yes, she definitely would give good oo-max. Those fingers of hers are perfect for the lobes.”

Bashir sighed deeply and then asked, “Do you know where I might be able to find her?”

“Nah,” Quark said with a wave of his hand. “All I know is that she’s staying on a ship docked here. She didn’t even tell me her name when she had me hold onto her winnings from last night.”

“You mean, she came back here after I left?” Bashir asked quickly.

“Yeah, I’ve got to tell you Julian,” he said raising a glass to the doctor and then putting it with the clean glasses. “You hew-mans have some very fine women every now and then.” Quark then paused, watching the expressions on Bashir’s face. “Aha, I should have seen it before.”

“Seen what?” Bashir asked.

“You’ve got your eye on her,” Quark said, his grin spreading wide. “I can reserve the holosuite for you two and I can deliver her to you.”

“For a price, right Quark?” Bashir asked frustrated.

“You know me too well,” the Ferengi answered with one finger trailing along his large lobe.

“I don’t need to set up a holosuite to meet a woman,” Bashir spat. “Besides, I already know her. I think.”

Quark’s eyes lit up with excitement, “A woman from the past, eh? An old flame perhaps?”

Bashir did not answer the bartender and only glared at him. Quark gave a small snarl and put the glasses he had finished cleaning away.

“Fine, don’t tell your good friend Quark,” he said but then leaned over the bar to meet Bashir’s face so they could talk quietly without being heard. “If I see her, I’ll let you know, but you have to tell me the details afterwards.”

“Have it your way, Quark,” Bashir scoffed with the agreement as he moved away from the bar to continue his search around the station.

“Come back again soon,” Quark cackled after him.

* * * * *

Bashir found himself sitting along a bench on the upper deck of the Promenade, still alone and without any leads. Over the past three hours of his search, he had become very disappointed and pessiic aic about finding her and wondered if it might not have really been the girl of his past. He thought to himself though, that if it really was not her, perhaps he could look her up again and find out where she really was. She might still be available after all this time.

“Quark to Dr. Bashir,” came a quiet call over the commlink of Bashir’s badge.

“Bashir here,” he said with a tap of the pin on his uniform. “What have you got for me Quark?”

“Your lovely siren has just stepped foot in my bar and is having a drink,” Quark whispered. “There’s my end of the deal, now remember yours.”

“Thank you, Quark,” Bashir said, a smile creeping onto his face. “Bashir, out.”

Bashir raced along the deck, his heart pounding inside his chest, as he ran toward Quark’s. He was on the upper level again and he entered from above so he could get a good view of the bar without her noticing him. Making his way through the crowds that had finally gathered in the Ferengi’s business, Bashir found himself an open spot at the railing where he could watch.

He noticed Quark coming from the back room of his bar and coming back up to where his patrons sat on barstools. Quark looked up, noticing Bashir watching from the upper level and he grinned in his direction. Bashir watched as Quark addressed a brunette woman sitting at the bar. He could not hear what they were saying because of the noise level in the bar, but he could tell they were discussing something. Bashir saw Quark reach below his bar and enter a code into a safe. He pulled out a bag that surely contained latinum, and handed it over to the woman. She gave him a tiny peck on the cheek for thanks, while winding her fingers across the top of his lobe. Quark visibly shook with excitement, a giant grin across his face.

The woman stepped off the barstool, finished with her drink, and headed for the exit. Bashir made his move and flew down the stairs but was careful not to be noticed. He saw Quark out of the corner of his eye give him a large smile as he followed the woman out onto the Promenade. She still had not noticed him as they walked along the Promenade. He kept his distance between them, keeping his eyes entirely focused on hevemevement.

//It is definitely her//, he thought to himself, recognizing the way she moved. He watched her walk ahead of him, her legs long and slender in the tight grey leggings she wore. Her buttocks cheeks rose and fell in rhythm with her walking. Her short jacket was pulled tightly around her, showing her curves for what they were for all to see. Her hair flowed around her head as if a mysterious breeze had appeared on the station, sweeping it behind her.

He saw her turn a corner and make her way to the lift that was behind the shops where the public rarely went. He followed her, keeping his steps light and quick so she would not hear him behind her. He peered around a corner in the corridor and noticed she had slowed to approach the lift, her back still to him. She turned slightly as she faced the doors and pressed the button to call the lift. He viewed her face as it had slightly turned his way. He no longer had a doubt in his mind.

//Here goes nothing//, he said to himself in his mind.

Bashir stepped out from behind the corner and quickly grabbed her nearest arm, pinning her against the wall opposite the lift as he pressed his body against hers. His eyes looked down into her face where she smiled in an aroused appearance. He lashes fluttered and her mesmerizing green eyes met his deep brown ones. She knew it was him and he realized she knew he had been following her all along.

Their lips met, their breathing coming quick and fast. Her lips held onto his bottom lip; she bit it softly as she wrapped her arms around his head and neck, bringing him even closer to her. He had one arm propped against the wall as he pressed his body harder into her, feeling her wanting him. His fingers of his other hand ran through her wavy hair, feeling the soft strands flow against his skin like Tholian silk. Her lips went along his jaw line to his ear as she did the familiarblinbling of his ear again.

“Krisanna,” Bashir hissed his breath into her ear.

“Julian,” she whispered into his ear. “I'll meet you in your quarters in ten minutes. We can have more privacy there.”

Bashir nodded in agreement, his urges building up for what he knew was going to be coming soon. He let her step away from him and the wall, just as the empty lift appeared.

“I missed you, Julian,” she whispered upon her pink lips, her green eyes flashing as the doors closed in front of her.