Cross & Double
by: JMK758
Disclaimer: The characters in this DS9 story are the property of Paramount.
Premise: In my series, the Dominion War is over, as in 'What You Leave Behind', but no one left.
Rating: Chapters PG-13.
Pairing: Ezri & Julian.
Tease Line: Ezri comes to Sisko and Bashir with most unusual requests.
Chapter One
Needs & Passions
Ezri paced Julian Bashir's quarters anxiously, wondering where he was. She was agitated and trying her best to hold it in. That she was not doing well at it was obvious. "Where the hell is he?" She wondered to herself. She knew she could ask the computer, but that would raise complications she was in no position to face. Until she got what she needed, and could get out of this room, could see the Captain, she could not risk anything. "Get hold of yourself, Ezri," she demanded of herself, "he'll be here!"
She was not in a Starfleet uniform, wearing now only a light blue tee shirt much too tight on her and an ultrashort black skirt. She had been left with no time to change before putting her plan into effect, but she was desperate enough to run any risk.
She continued to pace, checking the time on the wall chronometer every time she faced it, wondering over and over if she was doing the right thing. No, she was sure she wasn't. She had two choices, and they were both madness. The only question was, which one would she have the best chance of survival with?
"Julian, it's fricking 25:50, where the hell are you?" She flicked a lock of her long black hair from her shoulder and plopped down on the couch. She sat for a grand total of three seconds, then was up pacing again.
"This is all going to go wrong!" She didn't like what this was doing to her. She was normally so under control, so much the one running things, but everything was out of control. She was reacting, not acting, doing now without thinking, and she knew she was courting disaster. "I keep screwing up!" Frustrated, she delivered a hard kick to the couch. "Frick! Where is Julian?!"
"Doctor Bashir is in Habitat Ring, corridor 34A." The computer supplied helpfully, not knowing that Ezri's heart had leapt into her throat, and she froze in abject panic. She held her breath, trying not to tremble, but after long tremulous moments, nothing happened. She slowly let out a shuddering breath, feeling she was about to faint from terror. At that moment the door to the corridor slid aside and Julian stepped in. Ezri spun toward him, her heart leaping as she saw him coming in, dressed in his uniform, and for several seconds she clutched her chest, unable to breathe.
"Ezri? What's wrong, honey?" His surprise turned rapidly to concern as she stood there, shaking, not able to move.
"Honey?" Her voice was more like a squeak. He came to her, and she looked ready to faint, eyes wide, breath caught...
"Ezri, darling, are you —?" He was unprepared when she literally threw herself at him, flinging her arms around his neck, pressing close enough to almost knock him over and kissing him with a wild passion that surged past outright desperation. He tried to talk, but all that managed to get free were unintelligible hums. Ezri opened her mouth, thrusting her tongue into his, sensuous kisses tinged with frantic clamoring need.
Julian was shocked, not that he objected. But she was pressing her hips against his, rubbing her crotch against his, pressing her breasts to him. Now, he never had any objection to a passionate, excited woman, but this was going too far! He pulled back out of her mouth enough to get two words out. "Ezri, what's—?" She pulled him back, virtually climbing up his taller body. As she frantically tongue kissed him, trying to use her body to stimulate him, he was starting to actually get annoyed. He pushed her back. "Ezri, while I enjoy a certain amount of passion, this is ridiculous! What are you doing? And what," he asked irrelevantly, looking at her long, black tresses "have you done with your hair?"
"Screw my hair!"
"Well, it does look nice, don't get me wrong, but -."
"Julian, I don't have any time to explain!" She grabbed the bottom of her blue tee shirt and virtually ripped it off her body, her hair wildly disheveled as she pulled it free. "I need you to fuck me! Now!" Did he really hear her right?
"Come again?"
"I haven't even come ONCE!" She almost yelled. Now he was really starting to get annoyed. Usually with her, it was slow, tender and loving, and if at times it went wild, so much the better. But she had never thrown herself at him like a desperate slut!
She threw herself at him again, pressing close, almost grinding her breasts into his chest when he grabbed her shoulders and shoved her back, holding her at arms length. He looked into her eyes, finding lust swimming, no - drowning in desperation.
"All right, Ezri. I can't say I like this approach, but of course we'll make love."
"Thank you!" He had never had a woman so monumentally grateful.
He came back, taking her in his arms, holding her close. She moved more slowly, but feeling her bare flesh under his hands, it was like she was trying to jump out of her skin. He bent down to the smaller woman, and they kissed, a long sensual kiss, but she was clearly holding herself back. There was an urgency he could not understand. She started pulling at his uniform, but it was like she'd rather have ripped it off his body.
But as they undressed, caressing each other, she began to relax. There was no longer the mad, driving desperation, but there was still something different, something wrong, something he couldn't place. But at least her mad urgency dropped with their clothes.
It was mad, insanely wild and passionate, more so than Julian could ever recall, until the moment when she cried out: "More, Julian more! I need to have your baby!" The surprise actually stopped him dead.
"Baby?"
"Baby! Oh, yes! I need to get pregnant! I need your baby, Julian!"
It didn't register for several seconds that he had stopped, but finally her eyes cleared, and he could tell she was able to see him. "Ez, I think we need to talk about this."
"There's nothing to talk about." She told him with a look of triumph, feeling him in her. "I want to have your baby. Don't deny me this, Julian. I need your baby. I have to get pregnant."
"Ezri?"
"Yes?" Ezri asked, coming into the room. "What's with leaving clothes on the fl—?" Ezri froze, a bundle of their clothes in each hand. She stared at the naked couple on the bed, the clothes falling from her nerveless hands. Julian gaped first at her, then at the woman under him, and it was uncertain just who was more shocked.
Ezri pushed herself up on the bed, supporting herself on her elbows so she could see the stunned Ezri. "I've come seeking sanctuary. I request Political Asylum."
