The BLTS Archive- Transitions
by Joanne Collins (luchenbackoutlaw@gmail.com)

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Disclaimer:  Beverly, Julian and anything else Trek belong to
Paramount.  The story is mine.

Intro:  Beverly/Julian...  Well, being me, could I possibly resist
Sophie's challenge?  Besides, I adore both of those characters.  So,
welcome to my first completely non-Voyager Trek story, my first
story with Beverly or Julian, and my second m/f story.  This story
takes place during the second season of TNG.  And if the bar
sounds familiar?  It's *meant* to.  And this does *not* take place in
the same universe as my story Shameless.  Okay?  All clear?  Good.

This story contains reasonably explicit but very consensual m/f sex
between Beverly and Julian.

This story may be distributed on the BLTS list, and archived only on
the ASC archive and Sophie's page.  No downloading or printing for
other than personal use, this includes sharing with like-minded
friends, and no other distribution without my express permission.

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Julian Bashir paused at the door of the bar.  As usual, he gave
everyone a quick once-over.  Hmmm...the blonde man in the booth
looked promising...

"Damn!"  Julian spoke aloud, as another equally attractive man
joined the blonde, taking one of the blonde's hands in his.  "No use
crying over lost opportunities," the bartender observed.

Julian turned to smile at the attractive blonde woman.  

"Sandrine, how are you?"

"I am fine, mon cheri.  And you?"

"Well...I would have liked the chance to get to know that attractive
young man better."

"Ah, Thomas and James see no one but each other when they are
together, cheri.  It is vrai amour...true love."

"I envy them even more, then."

"Don't we all?"  came a new voice, which Julian identified as
"feminine and *very* sexy".

"Good evening, Doctor."

"Good evening, Sandrine."

Julian looked to his left, and almost fell off his stool.  She was
*stunning*.  Tall, with shoulder-length red hair, blue eyes, and an
unconventional beauty that was almost as intoxicating as the real
whisky he was drinking.  A little older than he...okay, several years,
but that didn't matter. He hadn't seen anyone as lovely as this
woman in months. He realised that she was speaking.

"I'm Doctor Beverly Crusher."

Crusher?  That name was vaguely familiar to Julian.  He took a
moment, allowing his eidetic memory to recall....

"The CMO of the USS Enterprise?"

"Not any more. I'm taking a short vacation here in France before
taking over the job of Head Of Starfleet Medical.  Things on the
Enterprise...didn't work out," she looked a little sad.

Julian spoke, wanting to smooth over the slight awkwardness.

"I'm Julian Bashir.  Fourth year medical student."

"And what are you doing here in Marseilles?"

"One day leave.  I have to go back to San Francisco tomorrow."

"And I start teaching then.  You'll probably be one of my
students...."

"But," Julian paused meaningfully, "I'm not one of your students...
yet," looking deeply into Beverly's eyes.  

She responded by looking equally as deeply into Julian's deep
brown eyes,  "And there are no *actual* rules preventing us from
acting on what we feel right now, are there?"

"None that I know of," replied Julian, "Would you like a drink,
Doctor?"

"Beverly.  And I'd love a glass of wine."

"Sandrine, two glasses of Chablis, s'il vous plait."

"Oui, Julian.  Will you stay at the bar, or take a table?"

Julian looked inquiringly at his companion.

"Table," she said, not so firmly that he couldn't have changed her
mind, but that was his preference too.  He moved off the stool, and
helped her off hers, touching her for the first time.  It was a simple
clasp of her elbow, but a spark flared between them.

"Gods," Julian whispered, just loud enough for her to hear.
Beverly was as suprised as Julian that the simple touch had caused
such a reaction.  Her nipples began to harden, and she could feel
dampness starting to form between her legs.  Even Jean-Luc had
never caused such a reaction with so simple a touch...but she wasn't
going to think about him. If he chose not to act on the feelings she
knew they shared, then she and he would have to move on with their
lives separately.  It was not her first choice, but if it was the
choice
she must make, she would live with it.  And so would Jean-Luc.  But
it was better that they do it apart, so when this position had become
available, she had jumped at the chance.  It was also nice to be back
on Earth, although she missed Wesley, Deanna, and the rest of the
Enterprise crew.  But she'd made a few friendly acquaintances here
at Sandrine's.  And perhaps this new acquaintance would become
more...

Before she knew it, they were sitting at a table.  Julian had accepted
their drinks from Sandrine, and was asking her about some of the
more exotic cases she had encountered on the Enterprise.  She'd
just finished an explanation of the Psi 2000 virus, explaining the
lack
of inhibitions that it caused, and Julian had teasingly said that he
would have liked to have been there.  

Changing the subject, Beverly asked Julian what he would like to
specialise in, and he told her of his dreams of "frontier medicine",
being out on the fringes of known space, somewhere where there
wouldn't be "Federation assistance at the touch of a padd", and had
to agree, it sounded like fun, the way Julian saw it.  She decided not
to bring him down with descriptions of what it was *really* like "out
there", what it was like when you had only enough serum to save
four people, when there were eight suffering from the disease, what
it was like to know that you could do something if only you had the
right compound, which would be available "at the touch of a padd"
closer to Federation space.  Time enough for that later, Julian's
youthful enthusiasm was rather...intoxicating, Beverly thought,
sipping her wine.

Julian was talking, not really saying anything profound, just filling
the
silence.  The bar began to empty, the two young men Julian had
noticed earlier being among the first to leave.

Beverly decided that if she didn't ask the question that was nagging
at her now, she never would.

"Julian, why did you offer to buy me a drink?"  with the question of
whether there was more to it remaining unspoken.

"Because you are the most beautiful creature I have seen in months.
There was a man here earlier, who if he had been alone, I may have
made the same offer to, I don't discriminate on the basis of gender if
I find the other person attractive, but I still would have noticed
you,
Beverly."

"But Julian, I'm almost old enough to be your mother."

"I also don't discriminate on the basis of age.  Beverly, we both know
that you could never have approached me, but as I made the initial
move, whatever happens is something that we *both* want.  Isn't that
what's important?" and he clasped one of her hands in his, liking the
paleness of her ivory skin next to his caramel-coloured pigmentation.

"I just don't know.  I find you attractive, Julian, but is that all
there is?"

"Is there...someone else?"

"No.  Not exactly."

"What is it...exactly?"

"There's an attraction there, but for many reasons, we can't act on
it."

'Must be a superior officer...I wonder if it's Will Riker,' Julian
mused.
Aloud he said, "Well, there's no reason for us not to act on what
we're feeling, is there, Beverly?"

"I don't just want to...fall into bed with you Julian.  I've really
been
enjoying getting to know you."

"So have I," Julian smiled, "And I hope that I don't just want to fall
into bed with you.  Where are you staying?"

"I have a room upstairs.  And you?"

Julian looked concerned for a moment, he *really* didn't want
Beverly to take his next words the wrong way.

"I was planning to find somewhere to stay after having a drink here. I
stayed...and there are no vacant rooms here, I asked Sandrine."

"Julian, you could always stay in my room," she faltered a little on
the
last word, knowing what would happen if that was the case.

"Beverly, I truly didn't plan this.  You do believe me, don't you?  I
could sleep on the couch down here..."

"Yes, you could.  But I don't want you to."

Julian stopped fighting it.  It was going to happen. He wanted it, she
wanted it.  There could be more to it than that, but that was enough
for now.  More than enough.

"Would you like to dance?"  he asked, indicating the music program
on the computer.

She smiled, a little oddly, and said, "I'd love to."

Julian programmed some slow songs into the computer, Elton John,
Michael Bolton, Celine Dion, the singers his mother had often played
for him when he was growing up.

He stood and offered his hand to Beverly, who took it eagerly.  It had
been a long time, and she suspected that Julian would be an able
partner, if not more.  She was right.  Julian moved fluidly with the
music, matching his steps to hers perfectly, even when she tried a
few of the lesser-known variations.  Then he took her into his arms,
moulding their bodies together.  She gasped as his erection came
into contact with her hip, and he gasped too.

"Julian, shall we go upstairs?"  The words were formal, but the
expression in her eyes promised much more.

He didn't answer in words, he just scooped her up into his arms,
making his way to the stairs.  Sandrine smiled after them, calling out
"Bonne nuit."

Julian hesitated at the top of the stairs.  "Which direction?"

"Left," she whispered between kisses to his neck.

There were only two rooms on the upper level of the tavern, so
Julian didn't need to ask anything more. Beverly opened the door, as
Julian's hands were occupied with her hair and keeping her in his
arms.  The lights came on automatically, low, but not so low that it
was difficult to see.  Julian finally let Beverly slide down his body
to
the floor, only because he needed both hands to undress her.  He
fumbled a little over the unfamiliar buttons of her blouse, probably
due to both the wine and the intense desire moving through his body.
He managed to remove it, kissing her deeply, moving his lips over
her pale skin, which was becoming flushed with desire.  He reached
the lacy edge of her bra, fumbling with the clasp, then removing it.
He took one breast into his mouth, teasing the nipple to hardness
with his tongue, cupping the other in his hand, loving the response he
was getting from her.  

Beverly enjoyed the sensations Julian's hands and mouth were
creating in her, but she needed more. She managed to remove
Julian's shirt, and began exploring his slim, muscular torso.  The
springy curls of chest hair created a delicious contrast to his smooth
skin, and she searched through them with her fingers, finding his
small, tight nipples, rolling them between her fingers, then finally
slipping out of his grasp, moving to take one into her mouth.  Julian
almost screamed at the experienced touch of her tongue, and
Beverly smiled against his chest.  Jack had been like this too...then
all thoughts of anyone other than Julian flew from her mind as he
gently pulled back from her, and removed the remainder of both their
clothes.  She gasped at the sight of him naked, he was so beautiful.
She had never seen another man as beautiful.  Jack had been
handsome, and the love of her life, but still, Julian was exquisite.
 It
wasn't his youth, she suspected that Julian would be beautiful all his
life, but that certainly didn't hurt. And when he moved toward
her...gods, the way his flesh moved was like nothing she'd seen
before.  The defined muscles, the soft curves, the hard angles, the
caramel skin, and it was all hers, for as long as she was granted the
privilege of having this beautiful young man.

Julian's thoughts were running in a similar direction.  Beverly was
beautiful, all that gorgeous creamy skin, the womanly curves, the
damp red curls between her legs...gods, he'd never seen anyone as
beautiful.  And he had had his share of lovers, both male and female,
but none of them had caused such burning desire in him. It was
Beverly herself, not the sum of her body parts that was causing this,
he realised, Beverly who he needed, now, and for as long as they
had together.  He knew, even now, that it wasn't going to last
forever,
and he couldn't even regret that, yet.

He gently lay her down among the comfortable pillows and covers of
the bed, kissing everywhere he could reach.  Her neck, her breasts,
lower on her stomach, her navel, causing a gasp of pleasure, and the
muscles in her stomach to tense in pleasure, then he moved lower
still, licking and kissing her creamy pale thighs, then finally moving
to
between them.  He separated her lips gently with his tongue, running
up and down them gently, feeling her wetness gushing out of her
centre.  Then he found her clitoris with his tongue, causing her to
moan and thrash her hips in ecstacy.  He moved off the sensitive
flesh, tasting her juices, then moving back to the sensitive nub of
flesh once more. He replaced his tongue with two fingers, moving
gently into and out of her, increasing the rhythm and depth of his
thrusts as she angled her hips up to increase the pressure of his
lips, tongue and fingers.  He moved harder and faster as she did,
and before long, she came, with a cry of ecstacy.

Julian gently moved back, after cleaning her juices from her lips and
the now-soaked curls, moving up her body, taking her into his arms.
He looked at her, flushed and beautiful, feeling her warmth, and the
last of the orgasmic shudders running through her body.

"So beautiful," he whispered, kissing her gently, letting her taste
herself on his lips.

"Julian...that was...I've never felt like this before."

"Neither have I.  Ohhhh..." he moaned, deep in his throat, as she
started hesitantly exploring his body, moving down lightly with one
hand, caressing his hair with the other, causing him to moan more
loudly as she found his aching hardness.

"Please, Julian, make love to me. I want you inside me, I want to feel
everything you are, and I want you to feel everything I am," she
whispered.

He moved, slowly and carefully over her, kissing her gently, pausing,
briefly before he slowly thrust into her, just a few inches, then
moving
more deeply, thrusting slowly and shallowly, until she grasped his
hips, angling her hips in alignment with his, and thrust upwards as he
thrust down.  He almost screamed at the feeling of her clenching
around him, so tight and hot. He continued thrusting into her, moving
faster and faster, she was moving to meet his thrusts, until he
exploded deep inside her, screaming as her second orgasm
triggered his.  Julian moved out of her, pulling her into his arms.

"Julian, we have to talk," she began.

"I know.  You don't want to see me socially at the Academy.  I can
accept that."

"No, Julian, I *do*.  There are no rules against us seeing each
other."

"Nothing written," he said, still not looking at her.

"Julian, you can take your exams from other instructors.  You can
take all your classes from other instructors if you like.  Unless,"
her
voice faltered, "You don't *want* to see me."

"Beverly, I want to be with you for as long as you want me. We both
know that this isn't forever, don't we?"

"You never know..."

"Well, that it's not *likely* that it's forever, then?"

"Probably not.  But I'd hate to cut myself off from the
possibility..."

"So would I.  So, how do we handle this?  Do we tell people up front,
or let them find out gradually?"

"I like the second option better.  Makes it less of a big production
number, telling everyone at once would mean putting it out on the
bulletin boards, or announcing it vocally on the computer.  And that
would make it appear that we thought more of our...relationship than
that it was perfectly natural."

"Good point," he kissed her nose, gently, and they drifted off to
sleep, wrapped around each other.

Over the course of the next year, although they encountered a few
people who disapproved, their relationship blossomed and grew.
Julian was on the verge of considering a more permanent
arrangement, when Beverly told him that she'd been in contact with
the Enterprise, or, more precisely, with Captain Jean-Luc Picard.
She'd told him months ago that he was the superior officer who she
had shared a mutual attraction for, and Julian wasn't surprised that
they'd been in contact.  Beverly continued talking, though.  
Apparently they had talked through their differences, and Picard
wanted her to return to the Enterprise...and to him. He wanted her to
marry him.

Julian was happy for Beverly, this was what she had wanted for many
years.  And he had known that this was possible from the beginning.
Oh, it hurt, a little, and Beverly said that if things had been
different,
maybe...

So, Beverly returned to the USS Enterprise, and married Captain
Picard a year later.  Julian attended the wedding, flirting
outrageously
with every single, unattached officer on the ship, determined not to
dwell on what might have been.

Three years later, Julian completed his medical degree, graduating
second in his class, because he mistook a pre-ganglionic fibre for a
post-ganglionic nerve during his final examination.  As he was so
highly placed, he almost had his choice of post-graduate
assignments, and chose what he wanted most, "frontier medicine",
the post of CMO on Federation Station Deep Space Nine.

Then one day, soon after his arrival on the station, a Cardassian
named Elim Garak joined him for lunch...

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The End