[ She's not worried about Jim Kirk right now. Far from it, really. From the first brush of his breath against her lips, there's not much else on her mind but a need for more. More of him, of the gentle warmth in his touch, the tickle of stubble against her skin.
She pushes herself up a little higher on her tiptoes to deepen the kiss, eyes sinking closed and arms slipping around his neck. ]
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She pushes herself up a little higher on her tiptoes to deepen the kiss, eyes sinking closed and arms slipping around his neck. ]