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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."

Oh, he'd get her to talk about it sooner or later. He couldn't care any less whether it was taboo or not, honestly— how could he not enjoy that thought, the knowledge that she would touch herself just thinking about him?

"Mine, hm? I like the sound of that," he hummed with a smirk, nipping lightly at her upper lip. His hands slid up her back, fingers curling into the fabric of her dress. "Now I just need to figure out what to do with you..."

"You don't know?" Mary cocked an eyebrow at him. "I thought you had more experience than that."

Her heart was already pounding in her chest and he was hardly touching her. She ran her hands down the front of the tuxedo that he was wearing. He'd looked so handsome that day that Mary hadn't been able to take her eyes off of him either. Mary was a bit too nervous to make a move, so she would let him set the pace.

"Hm, feeling a bit cheeky now, are we?" He grinned, though, nipping lightly at her lips as he pulled his hands away from her so he could shrug off his jacket, letting it drop to the floor. The single gesture should make it plenty obvious that he had no intentions of setting their clothes neatly over the back of a chair. They had the whole place to themselves anyway, so no risk that they'd get ruined just by being on the floor.

Undoing his bow tie next, he tugged it off, then popped open the first couple of buttons of his shirt, admittedly relieved to not have it so tight around his neck anymore.

"Could use a hand getting all these stuffy clothes off," he said while kissing her. "Any chance you'll help your husband?"

She nodded, her hands moving quickly to unbutton his vest and shirt. She had been waiting so long for this, having to be satisfied with feeling his chest over his clothing. To be able to touch bare skin finally was a dream, and she didn't know if she would be able to contain herself. Her fingers trembled as she worked the small buttons, wanting to get the shirt off of him so that she could pull his undershirt up next. Mary kissed his neck while she worked, sucking softly at his skin.

He fully expected her to respond, but still it was a pleasant surprise when she started unbuttoning the rest of his clothes, and he felt a shiver roll down his spine at the way her lips trailed along his neck, his head tipping just enough to expose more of his skin to her. Once the shirt was all unbuttoned, he quickly tugged it off along with his vest, helping her remove the last layer until his chest was finally bare.

There were a few scars on him, he knew that, but they were long healed now, and the worst of them continued to be the mark of the gunshot to his shoulder. Not that he seemed to care much right now, his hands reaching around her to start working her own dress open, eager to get it off of her just as quickly.

Her eyes and fingers ran over the scar from his bullet wound, faded now, but still visible. It was what had ended up bringing them together. If Jim had never been shot, he never would have met her. Mary had never been so thankful for a gunshot wound.

Her lips moved across his collarbone to where he still had scar tissue, while he unbuttoned the back of her dress. Underneath, he would find a corset worn specially for her wedding day.

He couldn't help a faint smile, knowing all too well the thoughts going through her mind, as he too had thought them himself on multiple occasions. Catching her hand to kiss her fingers briefly, he then did as quick a work of taking her dress off as possible, until it was a pile of fabric pooling around her feet.

What she was wearing underneath nearly took his breath away. Not that he didn't expect her to wear something special for tonight, but it was still something else to finally get to see it. He sucked in a breath and leaned down to kiss her, fingers working deftly at the back of her corset, aiming to loosen the stays just enough to undo the hooks at the front.

Mary stepped out of her dress, leaving it on the floor as he began to loosen her corset. Meanwhile, her hands explored his chest, fingers tracing every curve and muscle. "You're so handsome", she whispered. She anticipated being bare before him, and when he was able to open the corset and toss it to the floor, Mary felt immediately shy. Her first instinct was to cross her arms and cover herself.

"So are you," he murmured back with a soft smile, letting her corset fall away and running his hands up the now bare skin of her back. He slowed to a halt just over her shoulder blades, tipping his head a little and shifting away just enough that he could look down at her. "You're beautiful, Mary. Let me look at you. Please."

There was no reason for embarrassment but he could understand where it came from. He just wanted her to feel more at ease around him about this. Because trust already was something that existed between them, he knew that was something only habit could fix.

His fingers on her bare skin sent a shiver through her entire body. Mary had never been this naked in front of a man before. She trusted Jim entirely though. She slowly moved her arms down and around his waist so that he could look at her. Mary held her breath as she watched his gaze rake over her chest.

His eyes trailed farther down her front, slowly moving across her skin, all the way down to where the fabric of her underclothes still covered the rest of her. Tipping his head down, he buried his face in the curve of her neck, kissing along the skin of her shoulder, while his hand slid around from her back and slowly brushed up to lightly cup her breasts.

Mary's skin was flushed and she trembled in his arms as he caressed her. One of her hands moved up his back, feeling the heat of his skin as he kissed her neck and shoulder. She was sure that her heart was pounding in her chest, both from excitement and nerves. Fortunately, Jim knew how to make her feel very warm and safe.

She reached down to slide her undergarments down her legs, which left her in a pair of stockings.

He wasn't sure if the pounding he could hear was her heart against his palm or his own hammering away in his ears. He kissed up her neck, across her cheek, pulling away when he felt and heard her tugging her undergarments down her legs, one hand dropping low and sliding across her stomach to curl around her hip, thumb brushing across the skin.

Reluctantly he pulled away, his hands moving to his own waist instead, and kicking his shoes off, he made quick work of the rest of his clothes too, nudging them aside on the floor with a foot until he was completely naked in front of her.

Her eyes scanned his body, appreciating how he looked naked. Mary couldn't help but give his penis an extended look. He was really the first man she had ever seen naked, as Pamuk had hardly undressed. Jim was beautiful though. He was already half hard for her and her core ached with want when she looked at him. Would it hurt a bit like it had the first time? Even if he was being gentle, he seemed quite big.

Mary touched his chest again and gave him a soft kiss before taking his hand. Would it be bad to lead him to the bed? Fortunately, Jim was very supportive of her and she didn't think he would find it to be too forward. Mary tugged on his hand as she started to move across the room.

He was fully expecting her gaze to focus on that particular aspect of his, so he gave her all the time she needed, not even smiling or making a teasing remark about it. Even if a small part of him kind of wanted to.

Instead he waited, smiling only when she parted from the kiss, and letting her lead the way to the bed all too happily. He couldn't possibly understand why anyone would consider it bad for a woman to do that, honestly, but Jim for one didn't so much as question it. Once they neared the bed, he stepped closer to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind, trying to tickle her sides playfully.

There were a lot of things that were considered inappropriate or taboo by her society that Jim had no problem with at all. He would have to teach her that such things were acceptable. For some reason she thought he would enjoy that greatly.

Mary squealed when he tickled her and she tried to squirm out of his arms. "Stop it!" She laughed, before sitting down on the bed in an attempt to escape from him.

Why yes, he would most definitely enjoy it. As he expected to enjoy most everything they did together from now on.

Even this, when he was doing nothing more than teasing her by doing something silly. He stopped at her words, though it was arguable he only did it so he could prop his hands by the edge of the bed, to each side of her, leaning in to kiss her as he moved closer to her.

Her lips pressed back against his as she wrapped her arms around him. Finally being able to be with him like this was all she had wanted for the past year. Now she was trying not to let her nerves get in the way.

Mary's hands moved down to his lower back and she pulled him closer to her. "Will you lie with me?" she asked softly when she released his lips.

It took very little to get Jim to move closer, and the way her hands slid down his back was especially inviting. Humming into the kiss, he smiled at her request, eyes opening slowly as he tipped his head to the ample space behind her.

"Get on the bed," he urged softly, shifting closer, evidently eager to follow right after her.

Mary did as he asked, sitting down carefully on the bed before swinging her legs up. She moved to roll down her stockings and take them off so that she could be completely naked for him. His gaze was warm on her body, but Mary was still a bit self-conscious about being so bare in front of anyone. She laid back against the pillows and looked up at him, her arms somewhat reluctantly up over her head so that he could see all of her.

He didn't tear his eyes away from her for a moment, watching intently as she took off the last items of clothing she was wearing. As soon as she shifted onto the mattress, he crawled after her, hands sinking into the bed to both her sides as he hovered above her. The way she settled her arms above her head had him smiling warmly, and it took a good deal of self-control to take things slow and not just ravish her right then and there.

Instead he leaned down, kissing her lips, then her neck, lips tracing her shoulder and moving lower to her breasts, while one of his hands brushed across her waist and slowly slid lower to her thigh.

Mary wrapped one arm around him to steady herself and closed her eyes as his lips moved across her body. Her heart felt like it was going a thousand beats per minute. Despite her nerves, Jim made her feel secure, like she was being taken care of. She didn't worry that he would hurt her or do anything to humiliate her, not like Pamuk had.

"You're so handsome," she whispered. "Your body is perfect."

He couldn't help smiling against her skin at her whispered words, kissing and nipping lightly at the skin on the side of her breast before he lifted his head up to look at her. "Guess that makes us the ideal couple, then."

Not one to shy away from compliments, in this particular case Jim felt very much the same about her. She was beautiful to him, somehow even more perfect than he'd imagined in his wildest dreams. His touch wandered across her skin, and he wanted to taste every nook and corner of her body. And he was apparently intent on starting right now.

Gaze still locked on her face, he parted his lips and licked one of her nipples slowly, repeating the motion before closing his lips around it in a lingering kiss.

"I suppose it does."

Jim could have all of her, every last bit. He could explore her body, kiss her anywhere. Mary opened her eyes when she felt his lips around her nipple. It was a strange sensation, something she had never experienced before. It felt good though on such sensitive skin.

Her fingers drifted across his chest, through the small amount of hair there and down to his abdomen.

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