She'd be lying if she said she hadn't done the same - had naughty thoughts of him and taken care of them herself. It wasn't something she would speak of, because it was taboo for a woman and she was somewhat ashamed of it. As nervous as she was though, she wanted him the same as he did her. And she loved him more deeply than she ever thought she could love a man.

Mary smiled against his lips. "It is perfect. Today was perfect. And now I'm yours, James Kirk, for the rest of our lives."