A/N: This a story I am currently writing with Faceskinator. We decided to do this pairing and watched more pirate movies then we probably should have. We have no BETA so sorry for any errors.
Wendy looked at the boy that just flew back to her window. He looked at her, his green eyes glowing with magic and adventure, and he flew back to her.
"You'll be safe, Wendy." He whispered, his face inches away from hers. The boy that never grew up never thought about personal space or boundries. He was a child, indeed.
Wendy's eyes darted around Peter's form: wild hair, dirt smudges, crooked smile with crooked but charming teeth, vines wrapped around his lean boyish body, dirty feet floating from the ground...
"And your brothers." Peter added, his breath touching Wendy's porcelain cheeks, his overwhelming natural scent pouring off of him and onto her. He smelled like Neverland and excitement and adventure and nostalgic childhood that Wendy knew she would have to give up to become the lady she was expected to be. "I'll make sure you'll all be safe...even if I can't keep you." Peter whispered and flew off, a glowing little Pixie flying around next to him.
Wendy did, in fact, grow up. She tried her hardest to become the young lady her parents and grandmother wanted her to be. She was moved into her own room, away from the boys, and spent her time perfecting her lessons and herself.
She felt so grown up and she was only sixteen years old. Neverland felt so far away.
Wendy did a good job distracting herself from the little pangs in the pit of her stomach and the aches in her cheset with keeping busy but at night time...her wishes and dreams took over. She couldn't stop her mind from thinking and her heart from aching.
Thats when she's most weak. And one night...she couldn't fight it anymore and let herself wish, for the first time since before she met Peter Pan. She wished she could go to Neverland. And with that wish finally accepted and out in the open, she drifted into sleep.
Wendy woke up the next morning more refeshed than she had in a lot time. She was stretched out in the big bed, relishing the feeling of just waking up after a great night's sleep, when she realized something. The bed was big. She didn't have a big bed. The bed smelled...great, magical, manly... She didn't have a big bed that smelled great, magical, manly. The bed was gently rocking and creaking. She didn't have a big bed that smelled great, magical, manly and gently rocked and creaked.
She opened her eyes in confusion and looked around. This was not her room. This was a...a pirate ship...
"Blasted Peter Pan!" Cried a loud voice.
"Now, now, now Captain." Smee said as he unbuttoned the tall man's coat, then his shirt, but the irritated man moved away causing some of his buttons to be ripped off of the cream color shirt.
"This is the last straw!" He spat turning, his hair making a perfect half-moon circle around his gruff looking face.
"Oh calm down, sir!" Smee begged, looking around the room quickly. "You wait right here, I'm going to go and get some hot water. Then we'll give you a nice shave." he said nodding his head as he walked out the door.
"Don't come back, Smee!" the captain yelled and locked the door. He hissed leaning his half naked form onto the door. He hit his hook on the door a few times before pulling himself away to put his hook away.
"To think... I spent this whole time... This whole life time of mine, chasing after a stupid little boy." He grummbled and twisted his hook off slowly. "To think...I've wasted my life... To..." he stopped for a moment. His eyes filling more with anger before he twisted his hook off completely and put down his hook on the red cushion in a box. He thought briefly of the taunting calls Peter Pan and his Lost Boys spoke when he was battling them.
"Oh why torture myself..." he thought running his hand over his eyes with some water and turned around, wiping his face. He then headed to bed, "A good night's sleep will help..." he said and opened his eyes to be indulged by a young woman, laying in his bed, wearing only her night gown. He looked to the door, then his bed, then to the woman. "I don't believe I called for a wench this night?" he said confused, yet also amused.
Wendy's cheeks turned pink and she pulled the sheets up to her eyes, which were glaring. "I'm not a wench!" She protested as lady like as she could muster with the obvious dislike in her voice. Why was she on Captain Hook's ship? Did he take her? "I demand you take me back to my house." She said strongly. Where was Peter?
She tried to ignore the naked torso of her enemy. Her eyes flicked to it's chissled glory once or twice before she caught herself and looked back up at his face. "And I demand you cover yourself, sir."
She hesitantly moved the covers from her face when she thought she could control her blushes and expressions. "This is most inappropriate." She glared with her full lips in an angry, defiant pout and her bright, blue eyes flashing.
"First and foremost," he stated pointing at her, and stepped to the bed. "This is MY quarters, I will wear what I bloody want, you dispicable girl." he said angrily. "Secondly, You and in MY quarters, and you shall obye my every word, dammit!" he said and grabbed her hair with his good hand, and pulled her to him. "Thirdly, Who are you? And Why are you in my quarters if not to sleep with me?" he growled yanking her head back, forcing her to look at him.
He held her still while his eyes slid from her face down to her form, a smirk coming to his thin lips. Who ever she was, she was absoluetly beautiful...He thought, causing his vile thoughts to change into warmer sexual thoughts as he stepped back looking at her. And he hadn't paid for this wench? Blimey, the gods must be with him tonight...
"First and foremost," She mocked and sat up angrily, losing her lady like manner and letting the blankets fall to her waist. She took a moment to compose herself. "I believe you mean, you will not wear what you don't want to." She paused, "Secondly, just because I am in your quarters and on your ship does not mean I will obey you or your ranting. I am a lady not one of your wenches and certainly not someone like Smee. Which brings me to thirdy, yet I do not know why you are asking me. You have met me before. I am Miss. Wendy Moira Angela Darling."
Wendy tried to move out of his firm grasp but failed. She started to try to pry his one hand off with her two smaller hands.
James Hook looked at the girl, peeved. "Well Miss. Wendy..." he smirked, and tossed her down onto the bed, still holding her down with the hand moving it to her stomach. "I'm just going to have to show you what happens when you don't obey me then." he said and climbed into the bed, straddling her. "You have grown up Wendy..." he said pulling on the strings in front of her dress. "Into quite a Darling..." he smirked and leaned forward, using his bad arm to hold her down still, as his good hand parted her night corset.
"Mm, indeed. Into a fine darling..." he smirked, cupping her right breast. "Call me James..." he grinned.
Wendy gasped and tried to push him off her, "Don't touch me, you vile man! I forbid you to call me by my Christian name and I will call you nothing but what you are! Which is a codfish!" She pressed her forearms forward but was too restrained so she started to kick and fling herself about with her lower half. "How dare you do this? Release me at once or you will suffer the consequenses!" She fought.
"What consequenses? I'm a pirate, my dear, I don't have any." he smirked, kissing her cheek. "Be still, virgin." he stated, venom dripping at the word 'virgin', as he lifted himself to look down at her. She had such beautiful curves and ampled breasts, much better then any wench he had had in his past. Yet she was far skeemish and actively squirming under him.
"Be still, Wendy, or you will see my codfish." he growled as he leaned down to her ear. "God knows, how you've made it grow with you childish movements." He whispered into her ear, and used his good hand to stroke her hair. "If you be still, I'll be gentle and caring. If not... well then, I guess you'll have to be taken by force." he said petting her hair, then her rosey cheeks.
"P-Peter said he would keep me safe. When he finds out what you are trying to do, he'll feed you to your crocodile." She glared but her fighting was much more subtle and weak.
A small part of her brain was whispering, Was it really worth it to keep fighting? She was just being stubborn and she shouldn't get herself so seriously...hurt...if she could help it. He said he would be gentle and caring...
But he's a pirate! Another part of her brain argued. Why should she trust him? He has done nothing to gain her trust. She needed to keep fighting and escape. She needed to get to Peter. She didn't want to be at Neverland if this is how it was going to be.
All she knew was that she couldn't get raped. That would ruin...everything.
Wendy bit her lip as she thought. Her thoughts flying through her mind as fast as she could get them. "What can I do...? To have you not..." She trailed off, a hint of meekness and sadness behind her stubborn and angry-yet noticeably more quiet-tone.
"Hush and be still, girl." he comanded again.
She held her breath and silently watched his face with curiously, but without trust. She would be silent for the moment and see what he was going to do even if she didn't trust him.
The captain looked at Wendy, and then let go of her arms looking at her sternly. With his arms avilable, he looked at her body more openly, pulling her gown down more, but stop to catch the hand that came down to hit him. "I said stay still." he stated firmly then waited for her to be still. When she was still, he continued and opened her gown.
"Complete beauty." he said after a moment, and touched the silk of her night corset. "Absolutely beauty..." he smiled as he stroked her bust. "Mm," he sighed as he squeezed Wendy's small but soft breast, only to shoot his eyes up to her when she stirred. But she stilled herself quickly. He started to pull open her corset, but was stopped by Wendy's movements again, an annoyed sigh escaping his parted lips. He looked down at her, and smirked seeing her arms crossed over her breast innocently. He rolled his light blue eyes, at her attempt and shook his head slowly.
"Females..." he muttered before placing a hand on hers. "Like I said... Be still." he whispered, "Be still Wendy, I won't hurt you." he whispered again in a softer one, placing a feathery kiss on her throat. "Be still...Miss. Darling." he whispered seductively into her ear and placed a trail of kisses up her jaw, crossing her cheek slowly adding kisses, making sure to plant each kiss with perfected planning.
"Please...don't..." She said softly, unable to stay silent any longer, "Just let me go...please..." She all but begged. She couldn't let him do this to her. She tried to cover herself again.
"Wendy Darling..." he whispered and looked at her leaning onto his elbow and looked down at her casually. "I didn't kidnap you." he told her and then brought the blankets up and over her to cover her himself. "I hadn't even thought about kidnapping you. I've been consumed with the thoughts of defeating Peter Pan. So can you imagen my shock to find you laying in my bed? Only in your night gown?" he said before sitting up.
"Your staying here." he informed her and blew out a couple of candles that were near, and then brought on as he laid down next to her. "I shall take care of you," he smirked, and wrapped his arm around her. "Tomorrow we dock at Pirate's Island. I will get you some clothes that way you can walk about the ship. And you will not...NOT go to Peter Pan. He will never know of your appearance in Neverland either."
The man thought for a moment before a grin came to his face. Of course... he thought and looked at her. "He left you, and you must have wished for Neverland... as a grown up... you belong to my ship now. How do you think I got all my men, my dear?" he smiled and stroked her hair, pulling her closer to him as he did so. "However...You are the first to appear in my quarters..." he informed her and laided her on his chest as he tangled his hands in her hair inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume. "You smell delightful, my dear." he smirked. He could be kind. He thought.
She quickly tried to fix her night gown and laces in the now dark room. Then she situated herself silently. Was she trapped in Neverland? On a pirate ship with a pirate captain that was completely inappropriate, painfully attractive, and an absolute mystery? So close to Peter yet forbidden to talk to him? Trapped for the rest of her, now, ageless life?
Wendy didn't know what to do. She didn't think it was all right to just give up and give in but that was the only choice she had to not have a miserable existance with this man for the rest of forever. The choice, she supposed, was hardly something one should have to think hard about but she still couldn't help her reluctance and automatic hatered towards Captain James Hook. He's always been the enemy. Even now, he almost raped her.
But he didn't... Something inside her said softly.
"Why can't I see Peter?" She asked after a moment.
James looked at her for a moment. "Where you even listening?" he asked her, and continued to pet her hair. "Your an adult." he smiled at her. "You're mine now, and I shall treat you the finest of all wenchs." he said softly into her hair and pressed a kiss to her temple.
"I'm not a wench. I'm a lady." She repeated, "Were you even listening?" She said using his own words. "And you're an adult. So is everyone else on this ship, and the mermaids, and the indians...You all see him." She pointed it.
"To kill him, and if I agree to call you a lady, will you promise to not go near Peter?" he asked her to bargin for a peaceful relationship.
She paused to think, "I suppose so... at the moment at least." She replied "And they don't all want to kill him." She pointed out as an after thought.
"The mermaids are no longer on his side," he informed her. "The mermaid's have changed... They hate everyone, and want to kill every man that they see." he said and continued to combed his fingers through her hair. "All my crew despise him, just as much as I do." he smirked and kissed her neck. "Wendy... your very soft." he whispered.
"I assume that was a compliment- no matter how inappropriate- so thank you." She said softly trying not to squirm in his foreign touch.
"It was." he said and dropped his hand to her shoulder and thumbed her dress and skin. "It was, Wendy." he said tiredly.
"Why are you being so...nice...to me? I mean, you're obviously no gentleman but for a pirate captain, the majority of your actions and words are fairly surprising." She mumbled. She was far from comfortable-mentally and physically-at the moment. She'd never been this close to a man that wasn't her father or brothers (yet they were hardly men) before. If her mother saw her right then, she would most likely die. Well, she'd make Hook marry Wendy or make Wendy leave at once to become a nun and then she would die.
The captain said nothing. He laid still, his chest rising and falling with his deep breathing. He was asleep, holding her to him. He was craddled in the blankets and arms of a woman, but rocked by the sea and the far off sounds of the mermaid's singing. The night was unlike Neverland. Quiet, and yet sounding deadly.
Wendy sighed and laid silently. She just woke up a little while ago. She didn't need to go back to sleep. Should she try?
She stretched out, a little more comfortable now that he was alseep, and closed her eyes to try to will herself back to sleep. The sounds and smells of Neverland overwhelming yet lulling her back to sleep.