James T. Kirk

Like the meld but not, like sex but not, this was something else entirely. Mingling, almost unconsciously, the memories they'd shared earlier flowing through and around them, combined with flashes of skin and lips and shared sensation. No barriers now. Jim didn't know exactly what it meant, would mean. He didn't want to be Kirk. Didn't want his life. But they could share this, here, not a permanent reunion but in its own way a culmination of the putting-back-together they'd been urged to from first meeting. Like magnets, they had circled, sliding against one another time and again.