Old Flames

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Mysterious Visitor

Julian Bashir eyed the target in front of him and focused on the center of the dart board. He arched his arm in preparation to let go of the dart he held in his long,unwavering fingers. He pulled back his arm and …

“Would you fine gentlemen like some more drinks?” Quark asked as he approached.

Bashir's concentration faltered and the dart missed the target, flying well to the outer edges of the inner ring.

“What kind of a throw was that?” Miles O’Brien cried.

“It was a bad throw but it would have been better if someone had not interrupted the game…” Bashir replied as they both eyed the short Ferengi standing near them.

“Don’t blame me,” Quark said, throwing up his arms in innocence. “I’m just making sure my establishment has happy customers.”

“We’ll be happy if ya don’t ruin our game, Quark!” exclaimed O’Brien.

Quark’s eyes narrows and he barred his teeth as if to hiss at him.

“Fine then,” the bartender yelled as he walked off to tend to the rest of his busy bar. “Don’t come crying to me if you’re thirsty!”

Bashir sighed as he watched Quark walk over to a dabo table and put his arm around the dabo-girl heading the table. He eyed Quark’s hand drop and slightly run his fingers lightly down the girl’s round bottom. Bashir pulled his eyes away and looked at his good friend who polished off his mug of a strange new concoction Quark had gotten a hold of the day before during a bet with a Yiridian ship parts dealer.

Bashir took his stance again, once more focusing on the center circle. He prepared again to let his dart fly. Quark’s disturbance before normally would not have even made Bashir flinch, due to his genetically engineered and enhanced abilities, but something in the new beverage had started to wrap around his consciousness. The dartboard itself already seemed to spin as he attempted to hold onto some sanity. He finally threw his second dart and it landed a little lower than the first, still in the inner circle.

“Ha!” O’Brien scoffed. “What’s wrong with ya, Julian? Bad night?”

“You wish,” Bashir said as he smiled his goofy, shy smile. “I’m being easy on you.” He knew that O’Brien hated it when Bashir gave him a hard time about his superior capabilities.

O’Brien let out another laugh, obviously on his way to being very drunk; he could tell something was getting to Bashir.

“Come on, throw yer last dart,” O’Brien said.

Bashir wearily set up once more and just let the dart go without much preparation. He was not quite in the mood for darts anymore and was hoping to head back to his quarters soon. O’Brien, meanwhile, had shuffled over to where Bashir had been standing so he could do his three throws.

“Yer being too quiet tonight, Julian,” O’Brien somewhat slurred as he threw his first dart. “Got somethin’ on yer mind?”

“No, Miles,” Bashir answered as he leaned up against the wall next to the dart board looking out across the bar, he was not worried O’Brien would accidentally miss and impale him. “I don’t have anything to talk about tonight.”

“Ya know what ya need?” O’Brien told him as he prepared for his second dart. “A long night in the holosuite. I’m sure Quark would let ya… fer a price.”

“As always,” Bashir shook his head in distaste.

He let his gaze drift through the crowded bar, glancing at many faces he recognized or did not. The patrons were busy and jubilant playing at their dabo tables and winning gold pressed latinum. Bashir raised his eyes and looked further toward the bar counter itself where only Rom handled orders for drinks.

Bashir finally found Quark in a far corner of the bar, a human female flirting with him by running her slender fingers over his large lobes as he visibly breathed quickly in his heightened state of arousal from her touch. The woman was hard to see because she leaned over Quark, his body pressing backward against her with the back of his head against her chest, while some of her long brunette hair that was loose blocked the front of her face.

The woman finally shoved Quark up from his laying against her and stood up herself. She moved her head in an elegant, yet erotic, way so that her hair would flip back behind her shoulder. The natural red highlights within her wavy brown hair glowed in the dim light of the bar but that was enough for Bashir to feel a rise within his body as he felt himself feel attracted by her. Her body was very womanly indeed, endowed with the hourglass curves that every woman would envy. She was well proportioned still, not appearing awkward or top heavy, but sultry in her own mysterious way. As her hair swept away to reveal her face, Bashir felt his breath catch in his throat as he caught her flashing emerald eyes.

It’s you… he heard himself say in his mind.

As if she heard him, the woman fixed her green eyes in Bashir’s direction. Her perfectly shaped lips curved into a sly smile, her dimples etched into her high cheekbones. He felt like she was undressing him with the power her eyes emanated.

“Julian!” O’Brien yelled as he grabbed his friend by the shoulders and shook him. “I’ve been callin’ yer name for at least a minute now.”

“Wha… what?” Bashir asked as he was pulled out of his trance.

“What’s wrong with ya?” O’Brien questioned, finally letting go of the doctor. “You look like ye saw a ghost.”

“No… wait!” Bashir ran from his friend as his eyes darted to where the woman had once stood but no longer was there.

He ran through the crowded bar, frantically looking about but not finding her. Bashir found Quark and ran up to the bar owner.

“Where did she go?” Bashir questioned hastily.

“Who?” Quark asked, completely unaware of what Bashir wanted.

“The woman who was just here with you,” Bashir spit out quickly. “Where did she go?”

“Oh, her,” Quark said as he realized who the young officer was talking about. “She just left. To where? I don’t know.”

Bashir ran out the door of the bar, O’Brien in tow, to the open Promenade walkway. He ran quickly to the right and then threw his eyes to the left in an attempt to catch the woman, but he was too late.

“She’s gone,” Bashir heavily sighed in disappointment.

“Who? What are we lookin’ for?” O’Brien asked as he caught up to Bashir, trying to catch his breath.

“Someone…” Bashir whispered.



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Bashir lay in bed, his bare chest exposed, with the sheets pulled up to just below his belly button where his pajama pants also were tied tight. He lay back in the pillows with his hands propped behind his head, his elbows spread against the other pillows next to his where his head lay. He stared up at the ceiling,looking at nothing in particular, but was thinking.

Was it really her? he thought to himself. It couldn’t have been… could it?

He closed his eyes, visualizing the woman from the bar again. He traced her features in his mind, looking for the recognition. It has been at least six years…is it you?

His mind drifted as he began to fall into the haziness before falling asleep, he thought of the six years it had been since he last saw her.



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“Julian…” her voice trailed off.

He opened her eyes to find her watching him.

“Yes?” he gulped in his answer.

“Do you want me to come inside?” she quietly asked but her words were laced with desire.

“I do,” he was able to mutter, he could feel his needs and frustration urging him on the inside.

She walked inside his small dorm apartment on the Academy grounds, pulling him in with the soft hand that held his. She wandered through the living area into the back bedroom where she finally let go of his hand as she made her way to his bed, pulling back the sheets to feel the texture.

He watched her carefully, still not believing what he was having her do here. One of his friends had introduced them a few weeks earlier and they had gone on a few dates together. He was shy as usual but she was different than any other girls he had met. He felt she could understand him and know what he was thinking without even saying it. But she was so much stronger personality wise than he was and for some reason, he liked that control she had over him.

Bashir felt her eyes upon him as he still stood near the door to his bedroom. The green irises beckoned him closer and he finally felt his feet move rnearneath him as he came closer, sitting next to her on his bed.

“Do you want to be with me, Julian?” she whispered, bringing her face close to his, her nose brushing against his cheek.

“Ye… yes, very much,” he stuttered as he tried to gain some control over his voice.

“Have you done this before?” she asked him.

He lowered his eyes, slightly ashamed. He had not had much time nor experience with women and he wondered if she might not be satisfied with him. They had some semi-intimate experiences together that only went so far as making out together on his bed or the couch in the living area.

“I’ll take care of you,” she whispered in his ear as her mouth came closer to it. “I will be your teacher.”

She nibbled his ear lightly with her teeth, then wrapped her lips around the lower lobe and suckled it as she played her tongue across it. Bashir breathed in harshly as he felt a great shudder of excitement run through him. She felt his body quiver and it only made her deeply moan into his ear.

A loud and quick exhale of breath came from Bashir as he gripped the bed covers with one of his hands. She knew just how to push his buttons, but then again, she was a little more experienced in such things than he was.

Out of nre, re, he felt her hand slide up his pant leg. Her hand ventured closer, reaching the top of his thigh. Her fingers lightly brushed against the slight bulge that had started to harden beneath his pants. He felt her slight touch and he felt shivers flow through his body again.

Bashir raised one of his hands and brushed away her wavy hair from her face as he brought her face to meet his. They gazed at each other for what seemed like a wonderful eternity but he finally brought his lips to touch hers hungrily. She met his desire and pressed her lips into the kiss. She suddenly opened her mouth and slipped her tongue across his lips, he tasted tangy with a slight sweetness like sugar.

He felt his neck give way and let his head lean backward as she pressed into him. He attempted to meet her strong pressure and pressed against her advances. In return, she shoved him toward the wall behind him, cornering him against the headboard but still sitting with his bottom planted on the bed. Bashir retreated further onto the bed as she followed, still with his lips locked to hers. Shifting her weight, she threw herself across his lap in one fluid motion, her pelvis pressing against his now extremely hard bulge that pulsed with every beat his heart made.

To brace herself, she grabbed the edge of the headboard that slightly stuck out from the wall. She pulled herself closer against him, her breasts pressing against his chest and her hips grinding against his. He let out a pent-up moan in response to her rubbing him just right. He never had felt this good before and did not know how to control himself. He finally realized he could feel his hands and he grabbed her hips and waist. He squeezed her curves and brought her closer to him, finding her breasts starting to burst from her already low cleavage blouse. The pale mounds pulsed with every new grinding motion she performed.

She suddenly pulled him forward, as she fell backward onto the mattress and him on top of her. Before he could do anything, she had already flipped him onto his back. She hastily pulled out his dress shirt that was neatly tucked into his pants. He found his chest bare and she started running her nails along his spine, bringing goose bumps and more shivers running throughout his body. He clumsily tried to pull her blouse up over her head so she helped him and suddenly before him was a large pair that pressed against the restraints of her bra.

Bashir felt a new hunger rise inside him as he licked his lips, wanting to suckle her large breasts. She reached behind herself with one hand and removed the back latch to the bra with ease. The support released its hold on her twins and he could see his hands reach to grab for them.

Instead, she slapped his hands away and whispered, “Remove all your clothing.” She already was doing the same but leaving the loose bra in place.

As he removed his pants, his arousal sprung out primed and ready at full attention. She grabbed his erection and squeezed hard. He almost felt himself lose complete control as his eyes rolled back in his head but she released her hold before he was able to let everything rush out. She ran her nails lightly along the bottom portion of his organ, then followed it upwards, and then over the sensitive tip.

He opened his eyes to take in the full view of the woman he had in bed with him. She had finally removed the bra, her nipples hard and poking out at him, calling to his mouth and tongue. Her luscious body was delicious to look upon. With her right hand, she took his staff again, pressing it between her thighs. He could feel her warmth and juices as she pressed him against her lips down below. He felt her rub his tip over her clit and then again and again, until it became a fast paced repetition.

Bashir groaned as he felt the opening slide by his tip. He prepared for her to pass it again and he pressed against it, attempting to slide himself into her. She gasped herself that turned into a low moan but she stopped him from entering her. He felt his body protest, wanting to be enveloped in the warmth he was was waiting for him. He slid his hands up from her hips to the curve of her breasts. He brought his fingers from underneath the rounded bottom curve and up around the front to the nipples. He got the sudden sensation and idea to pinch them so he followed on his urge. She let out a short grunted scream as she threw her head back, arching her breasts into his hands that let go of her nipples, now cupping the massive bounty.

In a burst of sudden energy, she shoved his erection deep inside her. He moaned as he felt the warmth and goodness swell and pulse around him. She lay her body on top of his, he could feel her pointed nipples touching his skin. As she moved forward to bring her mouth to his ear, he felt himself slide out of her slightly but she would not let him move back in.

“I will be in control completely now,” she purred into his ear. “No more dissent by you, my student.”



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Bashir awoke and sat up in bed, his breathing erratic and shallow. He glanced around his darkened bedroom, realizing he was alone. His breathing began to slow as he took in his surroundings and then noticed his sticky and wet bed sheets. With a groan, he pulled himself out of bed and proceeded to clean himself up.

It was so real, he thought to himself. It was all exactly as before.

As he replaced the bed sheets with clean linen and jumped into bed, he felt deep down inside that she was there for him. And he was going to seek her out the next day.