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Summary: James Hook/Adult Wendy. Some 200 words. Somehow, she's back, and somehow, he's still there.
Author's note: I don't usually post things this short over here, but I know there are people who still read my old Hook/Wendy
fic, and I thought you might also like this. It was written as a birthday gift for Whitemunin, with the latest movie version and
Jason Isaacs as Hook in mind.
Fearless
by Hereswith
In distant days of childhood, being this near, this close, would have sent shivers of fear down her spine, and she's shivering now, but the
reasons are far different, though just as compelling; it's the chill of the hook against her neck, raising goosebumps, the brush of his moustache,
then his tongue, along her collarbone, there, the nip of his teeth and she moans, tangles her fingers in the long, long locks of his hair, not to
stop him, but to pull him to her—he chuckles, sharp point of metal catching on fabric, as if by happenstance, the ripping sound harsh in her
ears, the air rushing over her skin, and his gaze, the forget-me-not blue she never did quite forget, but never thought to see again, like this,
her curves laid bare to it, the heat of it waking her need, and he says, "Wendy. Wendy Darling. Are you afraid?" with a curl of lip and the edge
of a smile, but she laughs, wild, her shift wide open and her arms, too, the richness of brocade under her hands, and she knows, she can feel
how he trembles beneath, because of her, and, "No," she tells him, "are you?"