A/N: AND here we go! NSFW :)

Wendy waded in the soft waves by the pier just after sunrise. The water was never angry like it was when it whipped England's craggy shores. Just like the people here, it had somehow learned to move at a slower pace. A black, speckled crab peeked out at her from behind a rock and shyly returned to its hiding place at the advent of her smile. Her feet took her further. Everything was illuminated in the daylight; silver fish lazily basking in the shallows, colorful stripes ducking in and out of the coral that dotted the jetty. She could not have seen the detail of these clear waters during her night with James. It seemed so long ago now. The sea was a pit of darkness whose contents lived entirely in her imagination, and hers was fierce. All of these talks with her captain were like making it more so, like fodder to a growing fire. Words of hidden doors and holding keys had her waking drenched in sweat and… something else. Something that settled in her stomach and between her thighs. Something that lingered as her captain's knowing eyes watched her waking moments.

"Did you sleep well?" The nearly-recovered man inquired from his desk. He wore spectacles when reading charts? Why, she hadn't noticed before. The sight reminded her of their shared heritage. How would James would look in a proper English suit? Suspenders, a tie, and a pressed white shirt… Now, why did that excite her?

"Yes," she bit her lip chasing the unnamable feeling that met her in sleep, it was all growing foggy now. "I think so."

"Did you have any dreams?"

"I can't recall," her heart sped in her ears.

"No nightmares?"

"No..." She swallowed against her dry throat, "Why do you ask?"

He took off his glasses for a moment, "You called for me." His eyes were a faint rain dancing upon her. She shivered.

"I'm," She sat up as she brushed a hand over her hair, it must have been a rat's nest by now, "I'm fine." Her suddenly self-conscious feet were on the floor as she burrowed through her chest for a summer dress to greet the day.

"Are you, Wendy Darling?" A smile played at his lips.

The gesture served to make her more indignant, "I'm going ashore." She changed swiftly behind the folding door.

"Will you require an escort?"

"No!" She breathed, "No. I just need some air."

"All right then," he gave a mock sigh as he returned to work, "I know when I'm not wanted…"

The sound of his voice burned the tips of her ears. He knew.

And now, here she was, playing in the waves as if the world could be the same again. Certainly months if not years had passed in her absence at home. In Neverland, it was as if her memories were foggy, perhaps due to the difference in time. Outside of the island's influence she could recall more clearly, more painfully. But she found that she didn't want to- because everything was bound to be different. And even if the world remained miraculously unchanged, she couldn't say the same for herself. She came to this land in search of a boy, and strange enough, she found a man. A man whom she couldn't deny had occupied her thoughts since her first journey to Neverland.

She fought the current as she returned to shore. The pull on her legs reminded her of his sway. What purpose did she have now to deny him? He hadn't been wicked or cruel- quite the opposite really. His pirate ways were nothing compared to the possessive man, the stifling future life, she had run from. Hook had promised not to trap her. In fact, he had protected her virtue and saved her very life. The Hook from her childhood had transformed into something more; a man she wanted to get to know more of, a man named James. If her ambitions were based on freedom of choice- of love- then this one was hers. It was all hers. She turned one last time towards the sea. She hoped the world would look just as beautiful once she opened that door he spoke of.

The heavy cabin door swung open with enthusiasm. The commotion caused Hook to lean back in his leather chair. "My Darling girl," He raised an eyebrow, "Is something the matter?"

"I lied," she smiled.

"Did you?" he warily observed the eager woman.

"I dreamt of you," she inhaled. "Intimately."

For the first time he felt something akin to nervous. He swallowed, "Are you in a sharing mood?"

"Your lips were on me," she strode toward him, "not only your lips."

"What else?" He stood slowly from his desk.

"Your hands were everywhere."

"Go on," his voice was rough.

"Your body was pressed against me and I felt like I'd fly away if you weren't holding me down."

Hook tangled his hand in her curls as he kissed her deeply. "Wendy Darling, you're knocking dreadfully hard."

"May I come in?" She smiled up at him timidly.

"Dear God, I never thought you'd ask," He picked her up swiftly and she couldn't help but feel giddy at his eagerness. He laid her on the bed. "I'll be gentle, Wendy. It will be difficult not to ravish you, but I want to extract every second out of this that I can," He encouraged as he unscrewed the hook from the post at his arm.

"Let me help," he paused to look at her. "Please."

He gave a nod as she crawled over on her knees to undo the leather straps that bound him.

"You're… You're hard." Wendy marveled at the sight of him straining against his breeches. Her mother had told her nothing about the act of love, only that a man and woman had certain appendages in order to make babies. Wendy had a feeling that's not all they were for.

"And you're the one that did it," he observed her gaze. "You're free to touch," he directed.

Her dainty fingers wrapped around the length of him through his pants. James inhaled as his hips instinctively moved towards her retreating hand.

"May I… see it?"

He barked a laugh. "You can see all of me," he spoke as he kicked off his boots and crawled on the coverlet with her. "Quid pro quo, only if I can see all of you."

"That seems fair," she blushed as she traced the buttons on the front of her dress.

"If you'll allow me," James offered as his hand slid from her chin to her clavicle. All she could do was nod. For a man with one hand, he was surprisingly nimble. He had her in her slip within minutes. "Will you afford me the same pleasure?"

His body was suddenly imposing, like a tower. Her hands were clumsy with nerves as she struggled with clasps. "I'll guide you," his voice was soothing in her ear and she felt her heart leave her throat. His chest was soon bare before her again. She noted the healing scar with her stitch work removed, close to the pirate's heart. There was that trail of curls again, only now she knew where it ended. His member was oddly beautiful for something she had never seen before. The length and girth of it had her salivating for some reason, and not only from her mouth. There was a strange slickness between her thighs. "Now you," he urged her. She swiftly lifted the satin over her head and tugged off her panties.

"Wendy…"

She noted the marvel in his voice and felt her blush renew. "What do we do now?"

"What is your body telling you?"

"I'd like to touch you again. Will you touch me too?"

"Everywhere."

She gently wrapped her hands around the length of him, how warm and soft and hard! How could such a combination of things come to be?

His fingers lightly traced her nipples and the feeling from her dream was coming back to her. Her voice sounded much too strange for her ears, though he seemed to like it. She lost all focus when his lips circled her other areola and began to suck. She laid down with a dizzy haze as his lips freely roamed her body. She came back to herself as his hand was at her thigh. His face was much too close to her woman's place. "What are you doing?"

"You'll like it," He smiled up at her, "I promise."

"Like what?"

"Do you like when I kiss you, Wendy?" He playfully tilted his head.

"Yes," she flushed.

He pressed his lips gently to her juncture, "How about here?"

"Oh!" She moaned, "That's indecent!"

"Well, we aren't here to be decent, now are we?" He smirked. "Tell me you like it and I'll do it again."

"I… I do."

His mouth was on her over and over and she couldn't help but cry out and grasp at the bed. His tongue was exploring places not even her hands had dared to go and she would surely die from the shame of it all! But at least if she was going to die, she would know what heaven was. She was chasing something she wasn't sure of, a sensation that caused her leg to twitch.

"Wendy," he rose, "I can't stand it any longer, touch me." He guided her hand towards his cock.

"Oh!" She squealed as his hand over hers showed her how roughly she should grasp it, moving swiftly along its length. She was about to ask if it would hurt him when she looked up to see the blissful lust in his eyes. Her core melted, "I want you." Escaped her swollen lips.

"Tell me what you want, Wendy," his fist continued pumping around hers, now at a slower pace.

"I want you," she suddenly felt shy, "inside of me."

"I couldn't quite hear you, love," he toyed.

"James Hook, I want you inside of me right now!" she nearly shouted.

His back grew straight; no woman had called his given name in years. He wondered if he loved her then as he admired her in that moment. He leaned forward and kissed her sweetly, "That's my Darling girl," he spoke against her lips. "As you command." He kissed her again. He stalled at her entrance, "You will tell me if it hurts, won't you?"

"You could never hurt me, James," she smiled up at him and pressed her lips to his as he slowly followed suit and pushed inside of her.

"Ah!" She looked down as he disappeared into her. There was a slight twinge and a feeling of absolute fullness. It was unlike anything she had experienced before. "I'm going to move now," his breathy voice was by her ear. She nodded. His hand continued with her chest as he slowly moved in and out, his eyes locked on hers. They were so beautiful, the way their blue became darkened and hungry as they sought her out. "Does it feel good?" He placed a kiss on her chest. "Yes," she breathed.

"I want it to be so good you can't find the words, I want to be the very air you breathe," he smiled. "Will you ride me?" She grew confused for a moment, "just like one of your thoroughbred horses," he encouraged and she nodded. She did have riding lessons when she was younger, how had he known? Was she raised to be that much of a lady?

Sitting on top of him gave her a lovely view of everything that was her captain, from his black curls splayed across the pillow, to the sparse hair on his chest, to the thin sword-made scars, to the narrow dips that directed towards his member. His sea eyes sought her out as well, to put her curves to memory. He sat up to cup the marvel that was her breasts. "Ride me, Wendy," he whispered in her ear before he nibbled at her lobe and down her neck. She tried to remember her lessons, front, back, forward, up, down, and she realized it had worked surprisingly well. That feeling was growing inside of her again. "Don't stop," he instructed and her hips had no choice but to follow. Each time she ground down on him she could feel it growing inside her, like a balloon about to pop. And oh, it was the most magnificent explosion. Her voice was the strangest it had ever been as she cried out against James' shoulder, her body desperately seeking to be as close to his as possible. He held her fast and peppered kisses as he quickened his movements within her, "Wendy," he kissed her hair, "Wendy…" and suddenly he was outside of her, spilling himself onto her stomach, she blinked as the thick ropes covered her and pooled on her belly. Perhaps even better than what she had felt was viewing the captain's strained face of unequivocal abandon. His hand stopped pumping after several moments and she wondered how that would have felt inside of her.

"My apologies," He whispered as he kissed her forehead, "you don't know what you do to me, Wendy Darling." He whispered into her hair as he used the linens to wipe his seed from her skin. He laid down beside her and she snuggled up against him. He was hesitant, "Do you like what's on the other side of the door?"

"I shall keep it open at all times," she cooed.

"Careful, Wendy," Hook cajoled, "or you'll attract dangerous men."

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"I don't understand," Peter rolled over on his furs. "I've been everywhere in Neverland and there's no Hook… No Wendy. It's been forever! AUGH!"

Tinkerbell flew happily to his shoulder, petting his auburn hair in assurance. Oh, if only it could be like this forever. Maybe it would!

"Peter?" The fox boy approached his bed. "Can we play pirates on the beach today? Tim's got a pretty good accent and-"

"WHAT?!" Pan scoffed, "Pirates? There ain't no pirates here. Hah! Haven't been for weeks. Maybe years even!" He rolled over.

"Exactly," The fox puffed out his chest, "that's why we wanted to pretend. We can use some sticks as swords and have an adventure!"

"That's baby stuff!" Peter grit his teeth.

Tinkerbell glowed with shock. The emotion was mirrored on the fox's face, "Baby stuff?"

"Yeah. That's right! There's no real fight! There's no challenge in that. It's not like you're in any danger, dancing around and poking each other with wood. There's nothing to get your blood pumping. No one to save from actually dying. Why don't you-" Peter's flushed face suddenly grew pale as he retracted to examine his shaking hands. He balled them into fists and hid under his covers.

The twins who were listening behind the door held each other's frightened paws, "Was he going to say?"

The other gulped, "It couldn't be… Grow up?"