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"Mostly supplies, then? Nothing too special?" She laid a kiss idly on his neck. "Any rum?" As it was, the two of them were enjoying glasses of what the establishment had to offer. Mary was already a little tipsy, which made her giggly and less inhibited, thus sitting in his lap in a public place. People were hardly giving them a second glance though and Mary was sure that worse things had been done in this bar.

"Rum counts as food, right?" Jim answered with a playful grin, tipping his head away to offer up his neck when she kissed it. His hand on her waist smoothed up and down her side, keeping her close, and he glanced sideways to catch a glimpse of her face. "You've grown fond of it, I see. And it seems to have a very liberating effect on you."

That, for the record, was not Jim complaining. He found himself a little too distracted, if anything, but he didn't want her to move away.

Mary giggled. "I've always liked alcohol, though I was more partial to whiskey and gin before I met you. Wine was a given. You haven't gotten me to drink ale yet though. I don't think you'll have as much success with that."

She stole a rum-tainted kiss from his lips, then looked down at their glasses. "We're empty, love. I'll be right back."

Mary hopped off of his lap and moved towards the bar to get them refills, her hips swaying back and forth. If Jim's eyes weren't on her ass, she would be sorely disappointed. While waiting for the bartender to fill up their glasses, Mary didn't even notice the other man sidle up next to her until he put his hand on her arm.

"Well, aren't you a lovely one? Perhaps you'd fancy a real pirate as opposed to that pretty boy over there."

"Really? Well, now I want to try that just to see your reaction," he grinned, returning the brief kiss, his hands tightening on her when she looked at their drinks, very much unwilling to have her walk away from him. Still, he let her go as she moved to stand, and he did watch her as she walked away, a knowing smile on his face.

She was the most terrible tease, really. Jim couldn't even begin to care that other men at that bar were watching her too, because he knew she was his and his alone.

His mistake then, though, was to look away. Distracted by one of his crew mates, it was only after a few seconds that Spock himself brought what was happening to his attention— no doubt expecting a calmer reaction, but this was James T. Kirk and he should've expected no less.

Getting to his feet before he thought twice of it, he made his way over. He didn't hear what the pirate told her but it didn't matter; his hand was on her arm and he knew men like him all too well.

"She doesn't need your help," Jim said in a warning tone, blue eyes bright as he curled his fingers around the man's wrist tightly. "She can carry the drinks just fine on her own. Walk away."

Before Jim even made his way over to the pair of them, Mary was already trying to twist out of the other man's grip. "I'm quite happy with the pirate I already have. Let go."

When Jim intervened, the other man pulled Mary away, brandishing a knife as he held her to his chest. To her credit, she didn't scream, though her eyes were wide with terror. This particular man was disgusting and stank of rum and sweat. Being that close to him was repulsive.

"I'm taking this one," the pirate said. "You'll just have to find you another, unless you'd like for me to wreck that pretty face of yours."

Were this anyone else, that knife might've been enough to instil fear, or at least to get them to back off. But Jim wasn't anyone else, and a small blade didn't even make him flinch. In fact, despite very much worrying for Mary's safety, the only thing that knife did was fuel his anger.

And then he just had to talk again. Jim actually pulled a crooked grin, huffing a chuckle, which was probably all the warning his crew got to realize he was about to do something really stupid. Or really brave. Or both.

He reached out for the man's hand in a movement so quick that if anyone blinked they might've missed it. His aim was the wrist but if he cut himself in the process? He didn't really care. He gripped at what he could and he twisted hard, fingers digging, the man cursing just as Jim lunged his head forward and smacked his forehead right into his face. There was the sound of bone cracking, and then—

Then, his crew were on their feet already, knowing very well that this man's mates would promptly jump in and try to stop Jim.

Mary watched the look on Jim's face in horror. She'd seen that look before and it never meant anything good. Sure enough, Jim lunged for them. Mary kept her head, and as soon as the man was distracted enough, she slammed her elbow back into his stomach and her heel into his groin.

The knife clattered to the floor and Mary broke free and into Jim's arms. His face was bleeding and she was already checking for the source. Meanwhile, several of the man's friends had stood up as well.

Mary only helped by elbowing and then heeling the other pirate, and Jim was as surprised as he was pleased. When the knife dropped to the floor, Jim grabbed a fistful of his hair and slammed his face onto the counter, so he was knocked out cold.

In the meantime, and in the blink of an eye, chaos had erupted all around them. Jim's crew had stepped in when the other pirate's men approached Jim with the intent to hurt him, and several of them were involved in a fight that seemed to take up the whole tavern. There was a lot of punching and throwing around but for once, Jim couldn't pay it much mind.

Arm curling around Mary's waist, he drew her close, practically sweeping her off the ground and lifting her up to kiss her deeply, right in the middle of the mess.

She'd learned a thing or two while being aboard a pirate ship, and Uhura had also been teaching her some basic combat. She couldn't very well be helpless and have to be saved every time, but this situation with the knife had been a bit more complicated. Jim gave her the distraction she needed to take matters into her own hands.

Mary was surprised when he swept her up and kissed her amid the chaos. She couldn't help but return the kiss, her mouth opening to his even as the shouting went on around them.

"Jim," she said breathlessly when they broke, "You need to get them out of here."

Jim didn't seem to be the least bit bothered by the noise, nor by the blood slowly trickling from the small cut just above his forehead. His attention was solely focused on Mary, and as she spoke he only shrugged, arm curling tighter and pulling her even closer to him.

"They'll be fine."

They'd been in far worse tavern fights, and right now? Some of them even seemed to be having fun. Jim, on the other hand, just wanted to use the distraction of the fight to drag her away from here.

"Come with me."

Mary went, albeit a bit reluctantly. His crew had become like family to her and she hated to see them in a brawl. She clung to his arm, dodging flying glasses and chairs as they made their escape from the bar.

They were staying at an inn at the end of the street, the captain and his mistress of course occupying the finest room. Once they were safely inside, Mary tended to his wound, getting a washcloth to clean the cut on his face.

"Bloody bastard should have known better than to put his hands on me. He must not be familiar with you, Captain."

Jim felt a dizzying rush as they ran out of the tavern and down the street, hand tight on hers as he kept the noise to a minimum as to not draw too much attention to them. Luckily no one had followed them out of the bar, and as they made it to the inn and up to their bedroom, he finally eased a little, though energy still flowed rapidly through his blood.

Sitting on a chair, he closed his eyes for a brief moment as she wiped the cut clean. Eyelids opened again when she spoke, his hands moving up her legs, grabbing her ass and squeezing tight as he pulled her closer.

"No, he mustn't be," he said in a low tone, practically a purr, eyes darkening as his pupils grew wider.

Mary let out a little yelp when he grabbed her, followed by a laugh. She tipped slightly forward, still a little drunk even after their frightening encounter. Her arms went around his neck in order to steady herself.

"Didn't realize that I already belonged to you... and that Jim Kirk doesn't let go without a fight." There was a wild look in his eyes that she knew was more than the rum. He looked like a tiger about to claim his territory.

"Jim Kirk doesn't let go," he corrected. Forget the fight— that poor excuse of a man wouldn't take Mary from him, not even over his dead body. One of his hands reached for her arm, tugging on it until she unwound it from around his neck, then he curled his fingers around her wrist, kissing the inside of it where her pulse beat.

"I'll just have to claim you again," his teeth dragged across the skin, biting lightly. His other hand slipped between her legs from behind, a finger pressing teasingly. "And again. However many times it takes."

No one would take her from him because she was completely his, and completely of her own volition. There was no doubt in her mind and probably none in his either. However, she liked seeing him like this, wild and passionate for her. It set her heart racing and a shiver of pleasure ran down her spine.

"I think you should show me," Mary gasped. "Show me why I would never want another man."

She didn't even need to ask at this point. Jim was seconds away from moving in on her anyway, but the fact that she did in that sweet voice of hers only egged him on further.

Fingers tightening on her wrist, he tugged her back as he stood up, his other arm winding around her waist as he guided her back against the table. It was near the window but Jim couldn't care less at this point if anyone saw them; everyone at the inn was likely to hear them either way, so it's not like it mattered much. To him, anyway.

Mary cried out just a little in both surprise and delight, grinning when her backside hit the table. She didn't care either, just wanted him. Sitting up on the table, she immediately began fiddling with his belt buckle, trying to get his pants undone. Mary kissed his face, her lips desperate and hot on his.

Jim clawed at her corset, letting out an impatient growl when the stubborn piece of clothing refused to cooperate. He tugged a little more forcefully, only not tearing up the stays by a little, but finally loosening them just enough to undo the hooks and get it off of her.

His hands slid up to cup her breasts over her shirt, squeezing hard, kissing her back while one of his legs slipped between hers and his thigh pressed up hard against her.

His desperate movements were making her heart pound, and she was sure he could feel it when he grabbed her breasts. Mary's hand fumbles with the buttons of his pants, her fingers stroking over his half hard cock. Once she has his undone, she moves to undo her own, fingers flying. This was the one time that wearing a skirt would actually have been easier.

His hips rolled towards her hand as she touched him, hands dropping down to her own waist when she started working on her trousers. The motions of his hands were a little less patient and a little more forceful too, and he yanked the fabric only partway down her thighs before running his fingers up to cup her ass.

It really wasn't as practical as a skirt, but Jim was nothing if not practical and inventive, so he looked at her, biting at her lower lip before he murmured. "Turn around."

Mary hadn't bothered to wear anything under her pants. Most men of the time did not, so she didn't see any sort of reason to either.

After one final kiss, Mary turned around, bending over the table. It always felt so good when he took her from behind. She gave him a coy little smile over her shoulder.

"Like this?"

Oh, Jim agreed. In fact all he saw were very good reasons for her not to wear anything underneath them, and right now that was as practical as it was incredibly arousing.

Biting the inside of his cheek, his darkened eyes roamed her figure, hands sliding up to cup her rear. "Just like this," he murmured hotly, fingers kneading the flesh and spreading her thighs apart just so, rolling his hips forward so his cock slipped right between her legs.

She spread her legs at the touch of his hand, shuddering when she felt his cock brush through her folds. Mary leaned down on her forearms. From this position, she could look out the window, over the buildings to where the Enterprise was docked in the dark water.

Mary tossed her head and laid it briefly down on the desk. "You're already hard for me."

His hands slid down her thighs and guided them closer together so her legs squeezed his cock tighter. He rolled his hips again, groaning at the friction as his length dragged against her inner thighs, brushing along her slit.

"I was hard for you since you were sitting on my lap," he leaned forward, a hand sliding underneath her shirt to cup one of her breasts, the other dipping down between her legs, pressing the head of his cock harder against her.

Mary giggled at that. "I thought that was what I was feeling. You can't resist me, can you?" She could admit that she was a tease, and she rather liked being one. At least Jim never had to wait for long, mostly because she wanted him as badly as he wanted her."

She moaned softly at the feeling of his hard length dragging between her legs, his cock becoming quickly coated with her wetness. Mary shifted restlessly as he pressed the head of his cock at her entrance. "Give it to me," she said, her voice heavy with lust.

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