It was a little odd; she had spent so long fighting Kirk, trying to gain the upper hand in subtle ways. She'd refuse to call him Captain off the Bridge, ignore him if he ever tried to use her first name. And now here he was, settling at the foot of the bed and asking her to give up and let him take control. More than that, she was willing to give it to him, reaching out with her hand to run gentle fingers across his cheek before she settled back against the sheets.

She risked a glance over at Spock, admiring the green flush in his cheeks (it always had been her favorite color) and the way Bones looked between his legs. Coupled with Jim's fingers against her skin, it was almost too much, and she had to bite down on her lip from saying something. He may have the upperhand, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of hearing her moan just yet.

"Jim," was all she said as she looked back down at him, her voice low and a little breathless.