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"I do," she said, an earnest look on her face. "I want to please you, Jim."

He was her husband, and part of her duties as his wife was to make sure that he was satisfied. Mary knew that Jim would never hurt or humiliate her or make her do something that she did not want to do. He loved her. She wanted to show her love for him by making him feel good.

Mary put her fingers under his chin and pulled his lips back to hers for another soft kiss.

"You already do, Mary," he smiled down at her. "But I'll gladly teach you more."

It had nothing to do with duty, though. That wasn't what marriage or love was to him, just because they both signed some paper it didn't mean she was obligated to do anything she didn't want to for his sake. But he knew he took immense pleasure out of making her feel good like that, so he could only hope it would be the same for her when she was using her mouth on him.

Leaning down, he tipped his head and returned the kiss slowly, shifting around and lowering his body on top of hers, his hips framed by her parted legs.

She wouldn't know until she tried it, and of course he would guide her gently. Mary was anxious about some of their bedroom activities, but never scared. Jim would teach her what to do.

When he moved on top of her, Mary brushed her fingers through his hair and carefully slipped one of her legs up over his hip. "Is that what you want right now?" she asked against his mouth.

Her willingness to learn alone was enough for him to know they'd immensely enjoy getting to know each other intimately. Mary was bright too, and a quick learner, he had no doubt she would excel at this just like she did at so many other things. And honestly he was all too eager to be on the receiving end too.

"Right now?" He hummed the words amusedly against her lips, fingers sifting through her dark strands as he kept his elbows propped on both sides of her head. "Aren't you tired?"

"No," she said, while at the same time trying to stifle a yawn. Mary laughed and shrugged her shoulders. "Alright, I suppose that I am. Perhaps we ought to save that for another time then."

They had all the time in the world to learn how to please one another and to experiment with different things. Even if it was their wedding night, they didn't have to do everything. Plus, it had been a long and emotional day for her. Perhaps it was time to rest.

Jim snorted at the yawn she just barely managed not to let out, grinning as he leaned in to kiss her. "Mm, guess you were all talk when you said you could last the whole night..."

He was teasing, of course. He was pretty exhausted himself, after having gone to bed late the previous night, then barely getting any sleep before he was getting up again ridiculously early. The prospect of getting some sleep now, with Mary in his arms too, was far too good for him to even think about putting it off.

Reaching up to tug the covers down, he urged Mary to move, so they could both crawl into bed properly.

Mary gave his shoulder a playful punch. "I don't see you rallying either," she replied. He was such a smart ass. Thank God he was also perfect and handsome and lovable and funny.

She moved so that he could pull down the covers, then Mary settled in next to him, her chest pressed to his and her head in the crook of his neck. "I love you. Goodnight, Captain Kirk."

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He huffed a little at the punch, laughing lightly since she hadn't hurt him one bit. "You know me, I'm all talk." Well, he was full of crap sometimes, so there was that. Maybe some other time he'd be able to stay up and make love to her all night long, but tonight definitely was not that night.

Tugging the covers up, he snuggled close as he draped an arm over her figure, keeping her close. He kissed her nose and temple, closing his eyes and heaving a soft sigh. "I love you too, Lady Mary Kirk."

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