"Just in case you were wondering, Princess, I AM afraid of heights, so don't go getting any ideas", Bones said to Suria as Kirk disappeared with Lena off the side of the ledge.

"Oh, my God!" Lt, Sulu exclaimed. "Did she just . . . did she just . . . do that?"

"Do not worry Lt. Sulu", Veelia volunteered, "Princess Lena is one of the best flyers on Ya-Mo. Her wing-span in uncommonly large - I think she should be able to carry his weight."

"Your words do not convey certainty", Spock said to her.

"Spock, look!" Uhura pointed.

Off in the distance, they could see Lena had pulled up out of the ravine the Palace sat on top off, and was disappearing off into the clouds, Kirk in tow. Though it was clear she wouldn't be able to carry him very far, she was not having significant difficulties.

"So, now can we all agree that they were in contact before today?" Kale said, determined to be proven right.

Spock regarded her with levity, "I asked this of the Captain, myself, and he most vehemently denied it. I therefore will not question him. While dishonestly on their part would be the most logical conclusion, I must temper it with the knowledge that this is not unusual behavior for the Captain - or the females he has encountered. However, I must inquire as to when she intends to return him."

"Definitely before tonight", Suria snapped, "I can't believe her- this is cheating! Kavari Privilege . . ."

She recomposed herself, "Let us finish our tour. Laveen, please take Dr. McCoy and Ensign Chekov to their rooms. Commander Spock - do not worry about the Captain. Lena has done this before."

As she turned to lead them into the adjacent room, Sulu whispered to Brok, "what was that all about?".

"I'll explain later."

Kirk felt his heart jump to his throat as Lena unexpectedly pulled him over the balcony. As he fell, he realized that "no" was not the answer you give to a girl with wings standing on the edge of a 1000 foot cliff when she asks you if you are afraid of heights. Although, he might have developed a new phobia. After a few seconds he felt her hands at his waist quickly binding them together with a belt. She then wrapped her arms around his chest, and, at a merely 30 feet from the ground, Kirk felt them smoothly pull up.

"Do not fear, Captain", she said, "you are safe with me. How would you like to see Ya-Mo from the perspective of the Winged Daughters?"

They climbed higher into the clouds. It was incredible. Ya-Mo was an uncommonly beautiful, tropical moon. Lush vegetation covered the mountainous regions; and not all of it was green. Many of the plant and trees were exotic purples, pinks, blues, and yellows. From above it looked like a surreal painting; colors splashed across texture. He could see the moon's ocean - a brilliant turquoise plain that met land at a pale pink sandy beach.

Below him he saw Virosa settlements for the non-winged members of the species. Circular homes were packed closely together in an abstract pattern, each tenant somehow managing to have an equal amount of indoor and outdoor space, and be equal distance from what he could only assume was a commercial area. It was mind bogglingly efficient, yet artistic the way things fell into place. It was clear that the Virosa had a keen eye for beauty. His mother would love it here.

"Captain", Lena whispered into his ear, "I hope you're not afraid. I can feel your heart hammering."

It was indeed hammering, but Kirk suspected it had more to do with his close proximity to her than it did the height, which he was now growing accustomed to.

"Are you kidding?" he said, "this is amazing! Bring it on, Princess!"

Again, Kirk chose the wrong thing to say and she abruptly dropped into a dive. Kirk let out a small yelp in surprise, but then started laughing. It was so much fun! She pulled out of her dive and climbed higher and higher into the clouds. It was not as easy as she made it look. Kirk could feel her heart pounding from exertion into his back, and her body begin to warm. He wondered if he should feel emasculated by being carried around by a girl half his size, but he couldn't shake the giddy high he was feeling. She wasn't even bothering to use her pheromones, but she didn't need to; he was enthralled.

Lena flew them away from the settlement, towards a mountain. She dropped down to the tree line, and asked him, "Do humans swim?"

"Yeah - I can swim."

Kirk had answered wrong for a third time. She undid the belt and let go of him, dropping him 20 feet into a pool of lukewarm water. Kirk bobbed to the surface and began to tread, as she landed next to the pool. She was breathing heavily and sweating. He realized that she had pushed herself to the limit to show off for him. She wandered to the water's edge watching him.

"Why don't you come in?" he called to her bravely.

"I cannot swim" she said.

"Really?" It hadn't occurred to him that there was something she couldn't do.

"No - of course not. My wings make up 60% of my body weight, and they aren't very good for swimming, plus they take ages to dry. But . . . it's shallow on this end . . ."

She walked over to a large rock and began pulling off her jewelry, included her single strand crown. Her shoes, tall leather boots, came next. But when she started unzipping her cat suit, Kirk loudly cleared his throat in panic. "Um . . . wha . . what are you doing?" he asked.

"Disrobing, of course" she said without hesitation, "I don't know why you're still in your uniform - I did extend you the Privilege of Kavari, after all."

Kirk vowed from that day on to always read the culture briefings.

He swam to shore and pulled off his shirt quickly, but it was becoming difficult to concentrate on removing the remainder of his clothing. Lena had pulled off her catsuit entirely, and was tucking her hair up, casually, like she wasn't standing naked in front him. Had someone asked him before that moment to describe the perfect female body, he wouldn't have been able to do, but he knew with certainty, upon seeing Lena, that hers was it.

Her skin was a creamy white underneath her clothes, he could see the tan lines on her shoulders, most likely formed from flying daily. She was clearly strong, athletic, but she still possessed a feminine curviness. Kirk noted that her breasts were just the right size for his hands. His eyes travelled downwards to the apex of her thighs, and he sucked in a deep breath.

"Are you going to finish undressing?" she asked impatiently. Kirk's eyes snapped back to her face, unable to believe that he had just blatantly ogled her. Strangely, she didn't seem to mind. She was regarding the parts of his body that he had exposed with unabashed interest as well. Kirk had never seen a girl be so brazen, but it was kind of a turn on - scratch that, it was definitely a huge turn on.

Kirk pulled off wet pants and boxers and threw them on the rock to dry. She stared at him – directly at his penis, and she didn't bother to be covert! "No one told me humans were so well-endowed", she said coyly, and started to wade into the water, careful to keep her wings up. This was clearly going to be the best day of his life.

He followed her into the water, but noticed the she was starting to approach the drop-off. "Princess, it gets deeper over -" Suddenly, she was underwater.

Kirk, who had been on the swim team in high school and college, was there in a heartbeat, pulling her back up, supporting her weight easily in the water. She panicked for a second, but then seemed to realize he had her, and coughed. "Oh, my wings!" she said. Indeed, they were completely submerged.

"Ha - it's OK. I guess you're alright, then?" he asked.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he could feel her project pheromones displaying her contentment. He realized quite suddenly that they were both naked, pressed together in the (thankfully) warm water. He could feel her soft breasts against his chest, and her legs wrapped gently around his hips. He didn't feel her barrage him with sexual pheromones though, most likely because she knew they would both drown if she did. He pulled her out of the deep water to where he could stand, but made sure she wouldn't be able to touch the bottom on her own - he didn't want to let her go. She seem quite pleased though, to stay in his arms, which had comfortably settled around her waist. Her hands moved from his neck, and she tangled her fingers in the brownish hair on his chest. "You have a very nice chest", she said, "your center of gravity is quite high - it makes it much easier to fly with you. . ." She was babbling, he realized.

"OK? Thanks?" he said.

She looked up at him, sliding her fingers back around his neck. "You have . . . beautiful eyes . . . most brilliant blue I have ever -" he silenced her with a kiss.

She pulled away - "What are you doing?" she said in surprise.

"Kissing you - sorry it's thing that humans . . ."

"I know", she said quickly, "I actually did read my culture brief, and we kiss as well."

"OK, then" he moved to kiss her again.

She pulled away yet again, "I'm sorry, what's wrong?" he asked.

"You are initiating", she said, "you're being very forward."

"What? It that not allowed either?"

"No . . . it's just that . . . it's unusual here, no one has ever . . ."

He kissed her a third time; she did not pull away. She tightened her arms around his neck deepened it. He held her closer, pressed her body into his, and started to harden in response. She was a heck of a kisser; her tongue sliding slowly in and out of his mouth, massaging his lips with her own. He slid her down his body slightly to line her up with his erection. God, he wanted her - he had never wanted anyone this badly in his whole life. The head of his penis grazed her.

"Wait", she said. Kirk stared at her wide eyed - what could possibly be wrong now!?

"We shouldn't do this in the water - it's not that much fun - at least for females it's not." This was actually news to Kirk. She pointed to a cave nearby. "One of my little hideouts is in there - let's take this inside, shall we?"

He kissed her quickly and nodded, ""Whatever you say, Princess."

They waded to shore, and Kirk meant to grab his uniform but she motioned to him not to. "Don't worry", she said, "this is my personal sanctuary. No one ever comes here." She jerked her powerful wings to shake off the water, playfully spraying him in the face.

She laughed. Kirk caught her by the hand and kissed her again. "That wasn't nice" he said with a smirk.

"What are you going to about it?" she bantered back.

Laughing, she walked in front of him up a small path, treating him to an unhindered view of her ass. He was blown away by how comfortable she felt with nudity. He was not prudish himself, but he had never met a girl without absolutely no reservations about her body - not that she should have had reservations, but it was incredibly sexy for her to be fully aware of that fact. He also wondered if he should grab his uniform anyways, but she had told him no, and he was not in the habit of arguing with beautiful, naked women who wanted to sleep with him.

A smooth metal door slide open and they entered a large room, carved roughly out of the rock. In it was a huge con-sol, some artwork, a bowl of fruit, and an enormous round bed. It was oddly homey. She turned on him and slid her fingers up his chest, feeling his pecks appreciatively. "I think you should accept your privilege now, Captain", she whispered seductively releasing her pheromones on him.

It was all Kirk needed. He was so hard; kissing her furiously, tangling his hands in her now messy hair, doing everything in his power to slow himself down. He had no intention of letting this be their only time together, so he needed to make sure she thoroughly enjoyed herself. He knew how to play the long game.

He backed her onto the enormous bed, her wet wings spreading out so she could lay on her back. His hands found her breast - they did fit perfectly into his hands - and he deftly rolled her nipples with his thumbs, eliciting a gasp and a giggle from her. His kisses travelled from lips to her ear, where he gently nibbled as her hand slid down his chest to take him in her hand. He groaned and she started to play with him, she was still breathing heavily from his expert hands on her.

He leaned on her wing, at first worried that this would hurt her, but she didn't seem to mind. Using one hand to support himself he kissed her breasts while his other hand slid between her thighs. So was so wet for him. She gave an adorable little moan opened her legs wider, allowing him to touch her while she moved her hands back up to his face and head, running her fingers through his hair and kissing him passionately.

He pushed her further onto the bed and climbed up himself. He began trailing kisses down her perfect body with a mischievous grin of his face.

"What are you doing, Captain?" she asked with a laugh, knowing full well what he was going to do.

He had reached her navel, but looked up "Punishing you for splashing me in the face," he said wickedly.

"Oh, you're going to punish a Princess, are you? That's not allowed. "

He nipped her tummy, and kissed the bite quickly, "I think it's warranted", he said, "and you know I like to break the rules".

He began to kiss her up her thigh, inwardly ecstatic that her anatomy was similar enough to a human woman's that he knew exactly what to do. He pressed his mouth to her and slipped his tongue between the folds of her vagina? He would have to READ the culture packet later for terminology. She cried out in pleasure as a response - maybe it wasn't necessary to read after all?

"You and I are operating under different definitions of "punishment", Captain."

He laughed, "I think, considering the position I have you in . . . you should start calling me 'Jim' - Is that OK . . . Lena?" He applied his tongue once more.

"Ah! Yes, Jim! OK!"

Behind him a beeping noise went off. She popped up, "Oh no! What time is it?"

He looked at clock behind him and quickly converted the time in his head. 20:00. He had been with Lena for four hours. He didn't think he had ever spent that long with a girl before.

"Shit!" he heard her say. Suddenly Jim was hit with a blast of pheromones, making him dizzy, and somehow, even more horny. She pulled him up and flipped him onto his back. He had forgotten how unbelievably strong she was. Without warning or pretense she was mounted him, her enormous wings spread out.

He felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure as he slipped inside her, but saw her face, first shocked, then wincing in pain. Perhaps she hadn't been teasing him when she said humans were more well-endowed. In honest truth, Jim knew he was about average, maybe a little better. But she felt insanely tight to him; he was starting to lose it. But he didn't want to come yet! They had only just begun. In desperation, he thought back to the time Scotty had convinced him to join him in the sauna as a means of relaxation. Jim had gone in prepared to wear a towel, but was accosted by the sight of Scotty bare-ass naked on the bench, chatting away like a hairy moron. OK it was working. Lena was still riding him furiously. He tried to put his hands on her hips, but she slapped him away and hit him with another round of pheromones. She was going to make him finish if she didn't stop that!

He took a deep breath just as another wave hit, forcing his mind to spiral into pleasure. His body immediately followed. He had barely lasted a minute. He watched in horror as she hopped nimbly off of him and reach for a mini-consol (a rounder, purple version of his PADD). He saw her hail a dark blue frequency and type in a strange symbol manually. She seemed rather smug about it, too.

She turned back to him. "Lena . . . I. . . .your pheromones . . .that . . . ", he tried to explain himself. She kissed his lips briefly and said, "Sleep, Jim."

Again he felt a wave hit him, only this time, instead of sexual they were soothing, relaxing. Maybe it was fine after all? Maybe he should just rest a bit and they could try again? He felt her lean closer, intensifying his drowsiness, when suddenly everything went dark.

Spock was on the bridge as acting Captain when his hailing screen lit up in an amethyst pulsating pattern. He immediately recognized it as one of the 12 he had been deciphering the night before in the Captain's quarters. He had begun to feel a slight concern over Jim. Princess Suria had assured him, after their tour that he would be fine, and that Princess Lena would most likely contact Brok when it was time for him to go home. He had found the Winged Daughters to be quite unusual- human females were generally timid about their sexuality, at least in public, and of course all Vulcans found sex to be quite lewd -though he was beginning to wonder if that were true, or if his entire species just acted that way in public and deviated with their bond-mate in private. He certainly could not imagine spending seven years separated from Nyota.

They had not had the opportunity to speak since his profession of love for her. It was strange that he had never thought about it in the terms of what he had said to Princess Lena. He had no doubt that Jim had managed to contact her, and had clearly said something to move her. Did he tell Lena that Spock loved Nyota? Spock had certainly never said those words to Jim. Yet, not for the first time his human friend had proven himself to be extraordinarily insightful - Jim knew, even if Spock didn't say it.

Still lost in thought, Spock signaled to Nyota to accept the hail. Princess Lena appeared before him, in a loosely wrapped robe she was not wearing before, her crown, removed, and her hair askew. Spock might have been brilliant by Vulcan standards, but he didn't need to be a genius to figure out what had happened.

"Greetings Commander Spock", she said with a smile.

"Princess Lena", he answered, eyebrows raised.

"I believe I have something of yours."

"I believe that is accurate. Where is the Captain?"

"Oh, he's fine, just a little sleepy. What are you transporter coordinates? I can send him from here."

"Thank you, Princess", Spock answered, nodding to Uhura who sent Princess Lena the information. She closed the hailing frequency without a send-off.

"Dr. Marcus", Spock said to Carol, "As Dr. McCoy is down on the moon, I will have you accompany me to the transporter room."

She nodded and followed him into the turbo-lift. It was the last thing she wanted to do. Less than eight weeks ago, Jim had held her in his arms and told her how he cared for her. Now he was off fucking some alien bird Princess, who was allegedly gorgeous, if Sulu was to be believed. She wasn't over him yet, and now she had to see the triumphant glow in his eyes when he beamed aboard the Enterprise. He had found a new toy to play with.

"I am sensing some discomfort, Dr. Marcus", Spock said. "Are you well?"

"Permission to speak freely, Sir?" she asked.

"Granted."

"Jim's an arse. A complete and total arse. But I did have feelings for him -I thought I was falling in love with him at one point. But he's a selfish prig. I . . . I . . . I don't want to see him . . . getting what he wants out of another girl. It part jealousy, yes, but it's part . . . when is karma finally going to catch up with him? . . .And spare me your discomfort, I know Nyota tells you everything."

So Dr. Marcus definitely knew about them as well. "Dr. Marcus, the Captain is quite impulsive, and I personally advised him against your dalliance-"

"Dalliance is right word for it, I guess - "

"But, I do not believe he wished to harm you. Jim is a singularly unmalicious person. I believed him to have, at one point, a genuine affection for you."

"Errrr, you're not helping, Commander."

"I am sorry."

"No worries, then. Let's just go get him."

The door to the transporter room slide open and Scotty was beaming Kirk onto the pad. He seemed to be sitting?

Dr. Marcus let out a gasp. He was naked - and somewhat disoriented.

"Jim!" she called out, unable to stop herself.

Kirk looked up at her. He was so woozy, he felt like he'd taken a sleep aid.

"Carol, Spock!" he grinned like an idiot.

"Captain, you are. . . "

"Holy shite yur naked, Jim!"

"What?" he looked down. He was naked! But he couldn't muster up a sense of panic. He had just had the most wonderful four hours of his life, and still felt a heady intoxication of excitement, triumph and embarrassment. Why was he embarrassed again? Oh God, it was because he'd barely lasted a minute with Lena!

Panicked he ran his hands through his hair, "I - I - I have to go!" he said getting up and heading towards the door.

"Jim, yer naked as the day yu were born!" Scotty called. Jim stopped. He was right! Lena had sent him back to the ship while he was sleeping naked! That was sort of rude. He put his hands to his face and took a deep breath. He noticed Carol in the corner of the room, dutifully looking away. After his experience with Lena, he wondered why. She'd seen it before.

"Yes . . . um . . ."

"Here, Captain", Spock said, pulling off his uniform shirt revealing a tight t-shirt underneath. Jim looked at him in surprise.

"Do you work out, or something?"

"I occasionally practice yoga, Captain - I find it highly compatible with Vulcan meditation."

"Good for Uhura", Jim said with a laugh.

He took Spock's shirt and used it to cover himself - Spock was a great friend - and walked out of the transporter room, Spock and Carol in tow. They almost made it to his quarters when He bumped headlong into Uhura, whose shift had just ended. Strangely, she noticed Spock first.

"Commander, where is your shir - Oh my God, Jim! Why are you naked?" She started laughing hysterically. "What the hell did that Princess do to you? . .. Did she actually beam you back like that?"

"Very funny", Kirk said. "I have no idea what the fuck just happened." It was true -his head was clearing from the pheromones, and he was beginning to grasp the fact that she had literally sent him back after their tryst. Suddenly he remembered something. "Uhura, can I borrow you for a second?"

She nodded and followed him into his quarters with Spock and Carol, still giggling. She couldn't believe that had just happened. Of course this wasn't the first time she had caught Kirk in a compromising position -he had dated her roommate briefly at the Academy - but this was certainly the best! Her earlier animosity towards Princess Lena had evaporated entirely; if she could pull a stunt like this, she was probably worth being friends with.

Jim walked out of his bedroom in sweatpants, he hadn't bothered with a shirt. He drew something on his PADD and handed it to Uhura.

"What does this symbol mean? She sent it to someone right after . . ."

Yes - they were officially friends, even if Lena doesn't know it yet, Uhura thought, remembering her conversation with Brok after the Palace tour. But no need to tell Jim about that just yet.

"It says 'I win'", Uhura said.