Kirk stood in Kate’s room.

It seemed that she had been in the shower for hours, though the clock told him it had only been minutes since they’d returned home.

He paced the floor like a tiger, trying not to let himself get nervous. It was important that tonight be special, that he sweep her off her feet.

He caught sight of his own reflection in the mirror over her dresser and stopped to peel his t-shirt over his head, remembering how she had reacted to the sight of his bare chest.

The man staring back at him in the mirror looked human - larger and more chiseled than most, but human. Soon, Kirk would be truly human.

When his brothers back in Stargazer first told him of the click, it had frightened him to think of being trapped in this form forever.

But now it felt right. Everything felt right when Kate was near.

The sound of her footsteps in the hallway roused him from his thoughts.

She opened the door and he stared at her, unabashed. Her curving figure was silhouetted in the light from the hallway. She had wrapped a towel around her breasts like a tiny dress.

“Hi,” she said softly.

“Hi,” he replied, loving her sudden shyness. “Come here.”

She padded over slowly and stood before him, gazing up with those luminous brown eyes.

He reached out and slipped his finger into the place where her towel was tucked.

Kate’s breath caught, but she didn’t protest. Her eyes danced.

He swept the towel off her like a matador and flung it to the ground.

She giggled.

“This is no time for giggling, woman,” he told her. “We are joining for life. This is serious business.”

“Life is not serious business,” she informed him. “Life is wild and ridiculous. Haven’t you learned anything from the time you’ve spent with me?”

He bent to kiss her smiling lips.

Her mouth was minty and delicious. She kissed him back like she meant it.

His whole body surged with lust. He closed his eyes, willing himself to slow down, to please her first.

Kate pressed herself closer, her bare breasts flattening against his chest.

Kirk groaned and pulled back.

She looked up at him with glittering eyes.

Oh, how he loved her unapologetic need. Earth women in movies were so demure. They needed saving, They pretended not to want to be held and kissed.

But this woman of his would drive him to distraction.

“Lean back,” he told her.

Her eyes widened slightly, but she did as she was told and leaned back against the dresser, the position thrusting her hips forward.

He prayed by the moons of Aerie for the strength to be patient.

Kate watched him, her lips parted slightly.

Kirk placed his hands on her waist and knelt before her, pressing his face to her belly.

She gasped in surprise, but didn’t wiggle away.

He kissed his way down to her hip, licking away stray droplets of water on his way.

By the time he reached her thighs, she was trembling.

“Slide your feet apart,” he told her.

She obeyed and he nearly groaned at the sight of her pink sex glistening just inches from his hungry mouth.

Her thighs tensed with anticipation.

He leaned forward leisurely and pressed a kiss to her tender opening.

Kate moaned lightly and he heard her nails click against the dresser.

He smiled and pressed his mouth to her again, licking a slow line upward through the sweet spiciness of her.

She moaned again.

He slid a finger inside her, his cock throbbing at the wet heat of her.

Kate whimpered.

“Easy,” he whispered to her.

He licked her again, moving his finger slowly.

Her sounds were like music.

Kirk spread her folds with his other hand to allow his tongue better access to her stiff little clit.

She cried out and thrust her hips out slightly as if begging for more, so he gave it to her, stroking her lovingly with his tongue as he slid his finger in and out of her velvet depths.

“Ohhh,” she moaned.

He pulled back, slowing his movements just enough to delay her climax.

Kate shivered.

He applied himself to her once again, lapping at her and working her with his hand until she was panting with need, her thighs stiffening.

Again he slowed his pace.

“Please,” Kate moaned brokenly.

He would have liked to have teased her all night, brought her closer and closer.

But his own body was humming with need and his heart ached to claim her. There would be other nights for games.

“Let me take care of you properly,” he whispered to her, standing and leading her to the bed, their bed.

She crawled in and lay on her back, arms open to Kirk. Her cheeks were flushed pink. She had never been more beautiful to him.

But that would always be true.

He blinked, and a succession of images of Kate throughout her life flashed before his eyes. One had a pregnant belly, one had lines under her eyes, and one lay back against the bed, her long, silver hair spread out against the pillow.

All were the most beautiful. And each was more beloved than the last.