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Oh, drat, forgot to do this last time; DISCLAIMER: Peter Pan and all related characters were first created by J.M. Barrie, then made into film characters by P.J. Hogan, with the brilliant Jason Isaacs as both Mr Darling and Captain Hook. Naturally, I don't own anyone of them (even though I'd like my very own Captain Ü) and I don't make money writing this story.
Hook and Wendy – Loss of Innocence
Chapter Two: First Encounter
Wendy was delighted to find that the fairies had moved her old house – which had been built by the Lost Boys – to the top of the highest tree on the island. That way, it was safe from the wildlife and the pirates, who were, as Peter told Wendy, for some reason after him. Wendy decided not to clear things up for Peter, as it would probably only complicate matters for him.
It was a terrible mess in the little hut. They spend the rest of the day cleaning it up, but Peter wasn't much of a help, and Wendy had to send him away on a certain moment, so she could get it finished before nightfall. Peter took off only too willingly, to roam around the sky with Tink.
Wendy was very tired when Peter returned, but he wanted to stay up and play.
"No, not now, Peter!" Wendy told him irritably. "You know what, I'll have a little walk and you play here. But please, Peter, don't make a mess!"
Wendy thought a few happy thoughts and fluttered down to the forest floor. It wasn't at all what she remembered from her time with Peter. It used to be so much more fun in her memories.
She wandered aimlessly through the woods, deep in thought and mildly confused. On one hand, she wanted to stay, as she didn't want to get married yet, but on the other hand, she didn't want to stay, as she stood no chance whatsoever of getting married in Neverland.
While she was going through the forest like this, she kept no track of the time, as she didn't have a watch anyway. It was already nearly dark, but Wendy hadn't noticed, as the fairies fluttering around the trees gave enough light.
She was so lost in thought, she didn't notice walking into a clearing. No fairies were flying there, as there was no covering for them, and it was quite dark. Only when she stood in the middle of the clearing, she realised this, and she looked up at the stars. They were very bright and blinked down friendly at her.
Suddenly, she noticed something moving ahead of her. By the shape of its shadow she could tell it was something larger than her. Worse, even: it was moving towards her stealthily, making hardly any noise. She backed away in fear, back into the direction where she had come from. When it appeared to move faster at this, she turned and ran.
She could hear something crashing across the clearing, but she didn't dare to look back. She ran as fast as she could, but she wasn't wearing any shoes and her feet started to hurt. She hadn't gone back far into the forest when her pursuer caught up with her.
She felt a hand closing tight on her right upper arm, and let out a scream. She was pushed into a tree, and she could hear and feel someone breathing in her ear. A large body pressed against hers, and she wanted to scream again, but her mouth was covered by a hand before she could.
"Don't scream," a low man's voice whispered hoarsely in her ear. It was Captain Hook.
He was breathing heavily from the exercise, leaning in on her, softly removing his fingers from her lips. Wendy felt her breath coming hard, pressed against the tree as she was.
"You are a woman," the Captain said, as if he had wanted confirmation. He softly touched her chin, and Wendy could feel his hook on her right arm. She felt very vulnerable and uncomfortable. She also just realised she was only wearing her nightgown, which was by now torn around her knees due to the chase.
"I know I am," she dared to say. She could feel the Captain's moustache brush over her cheek, and she heard him chuckle softly. Oddly enough, this send shivers down her spine. "I'm a bit uncomfortable as well," she added, a little confused.
"Well then, Miss Wendy, I will release you," said the Captain, stepping away from her slightly. "Just don't run away, that's all." Wendy nodded and turned around to face the Captain.
She was surprised to see something of intrigue in his eyes – or was she just seeing things? He politely held out his hook to her, and said, "Would you like to take a stroll with me, Miss Wendy?"
Wendy really didn't have much of a choice, so she took the hook – which felt like an odd thing to do, but then again, she had done it before.
He led her back to the tall trees where the fairies fluttered. It was a magical sight, to see the light from the fairies dance across the Captain's face, to see it play around in his eyes, to see it make his hook gleam in the intense darkness......... Wendy was thoroughly confused by her feelings.
The Captain took her to the place Peter and she had danced among the fairies. She could hear the soft fairy music play again.
"Would you do me the honour of having this dance?" asked the Captain, and he bowed slightly. Wendy couldn't help giggling, and he shot her a disapproving glance.
"Sorry," she said. "But I would be pleased to take your invitation," she added, and bowed as well.
The Captain took her right hand in his left, and Wendy couldn't help noticing how large they were compared to hers. He led her to the middle of the shrubbed clearing, made some fairy dust snow down on them, and they slowly went upward.
Wendy was slightly surprised by the fact that the Captain could call on happy thoughts.
"What are you thinking of, Captain?" she asked him.
"Hmm," was all he said, his lips slightly pursed, his eyes a little closed as he glanced down at her through his dark lashes. Apparently, he didn't want to tell her, so she changed the subject.
"How did you survive the crocodile?"
The Captain's face darkened a moment, and they dropped a few feet. "I will tell you later," he said shortly. "Just be quiet and enjoy this moment. You might never know how many more times you get to be with a real man during your stay in Neverland."
Wendy was wise enough to not speak again. For a few minutes, they danced in silence, Wendy pondering over how odd the situation really was, for her to be dancing with Captain Hook. She had to be honest with herself; she didn't really mind. It was magical, and he was right; she would probably never dance with him again.
After some ten minutes, they touched back down. The Captain smiled at her slightly and escorted her back to somewhere creepily close to Peter's house. He never spoke a word, only glanced at her sideways. When they parted, he kissed her hand and took off his large, plumed hat. With a last, silent wave, he walked off into the woods again and disappeared into the darkness.
Wendy was intrigued by their encounter; she didn't know why the Captain had done what he had done, and she was puzzled over her own feelings. She had somehow really wanted to dance with him very much, and the only thing that had kept her in the air was the odd light fluttering she had felt in her stomach as he touched her.
She went back to Peter's house to find it all in order and Peter himself asleep on the bed. She didn't feel like joining him and instead sat down in a large chair. Soon, she was asleep herself.
But what happened to the Captain? Let's go back to when he first spotted Wendy on the clearing.
The Captain had been roaming around the forest, daring Fate to be on his side this night; he wanted to meet Wendy. He wanted to know whether his eyes had not been lying to him, whether she really was a woman.
He had been stalking through the woods for several hours and was about to give up, when he reached a clearing and saw his objective standing right in the middle, gazing up at the stars. When he saw she had noticed him, the Captain chased after her, not wanting her to get away so soon.
He managed to stop her against a tree and, trying not to be too rough, took a very close look at her.
She was indeed the same Wendy, but she had blossomed nicely into a young woman. It was easy to recognise her; even though she had grown older, her face was still very much the same.
As he stood crouching over her, he felt her tremble. Suddenly he was very aware of his own body; how his hands touched her lips, how his hook softly stroked her right arm.......... He looked down a little at her nightgown and noticed it was very thin. He couldn't help his breath quickening, his heart beating faster in his chest. He brushed softly against her cheek with the side of his face. He realised she had no idea what effect she had on him and drew his conclusions. And his conclusions pleased him well.
He drew back at her request and caught a bit of the smell of her hair. It was softly perfumed and smelled sweetly and in place with the smells of the forest flowers. He decided right there and then that he would make her his.
He found it a princely scheme to do things gradually; after all, she was inexperienced with this, and he wanted to play with that. He wanted her to feel attracted, mystified, intrigued. He offered her his hook and led her off to a place he knew she had been before, during her last stay in Neverland.
It took a great deal of his self-control to not take her right there and then, and only the thought of having her eventually kept him in the air. He didn't want to talk to her; he only wanted to hold her, to drift in the air with her and to concentrate on not raping her.
When he felt he could not restrain himself any longer, he told himself he would never get her, and they slowly drifted down again. He led her to a spot of which he knew it had to be close to Pan's new home, and left her there.
He felt very content with the effects of this encounter; he had spied Wendy's confusion on her face as he had escorted her to her spot.
He went back to the Jolly Roger, his mind buzzing with ideas of what to do next. Those ideas were only overruled by one other thing: the picture of having Wendy completely at his mercy.
~*TO BE CONTINUED*~
Oh, drat, forgot to do this last time; DISCLAIMER: Peter Pan and all related characters were first created by J.M. Barrie, then made into film characters by P.J. Hogan, with the brilliant Jason Isaacs as both Mr Darling and Captain Hook. Naturally, I don't own anyone of them (even though I'd like my very own Captain Ü) and I don't make money writing this story.
Hook and Wendy – Loss of Innocence
Chapter Two: First Encounter
Wendy was delighted to find that the fairies had moved her old house – which had been built by the Lost Boys – to the top of the highest tree on the island. That way, it was safe from the wildlife and the pirates, who were, as Peter told Wendy, for some reason after him. Wendy decided not to clear things up for Peter, as it would probably only complicate matters for him.
It was a terrible mess in the little hut. They spend the rest of the day cleaning it up, but Peter wasn't much of a help, and Wendy had to send him away on a certain moment, so she could get it finished before nightfall. Peter took off only too willingly, to roam around the sky with Tink.
Wendy was very tired when Peter returned, but he wanted to stay up and play.
"No, not now, Peter!" Wendy told him irritably. "You know what, I'll have a little walk and you play here. But please, Peter, don't make a mess!"
Wendy thought a few happy thoughts and fluttered down to the forest floor. It wasn't at all what she remembered from her time with Peter. It used to be so much more fun in her memories.
She wandered aimlessly through the woods, deep in thought and mildly confused. On one hand, she wanted to stay, as she didn't want to get married yet, but on the other hand, she didn't want to stay, as she stood no chance whatsoever of getting married in Neverland.
While she was going through the forest like this, she kept no track of the time, as she didn't have a watch anyway. It was already nearly dark, but Wendy hadn't noticed, as the fairies fluttering around the trees gave enough light.
She was so lost in thought, she didn't notice walking into a clearing. No fairies were flying there, as there was no covering for them, and it was quite dark. Only when she stood in the middle of the clearing, she realised this, and she looked up at the stars. They were very bright and blinked down friendly at her.
Suddenly, she noticed something moving ahead of her. By the shape of its shadow she could tell it was something larger than her. Worse, even: it was moving towards her stealthily, making hardly any noise. She backed away in fear, back into the direction where she had come from. When it appeared to move faster at this, she turned and ran.
She could hear something crashing across the clearing, but she didn't dare to look back. She ran as fast as she could, but she wasn't wearing any shoes and her feet started to hurt. She hadn't gone back far into the forest when her pursuer caught up with her.
She felt a hand closing tight on her right upper arm, and let out a scream. She was pushed into a tree, and she could hear and feel someone breathing in her ear. A large body pressed against hers, and she wanted to scream again, but her mouth was covered by a hand before she could.
"Don't scream," a low man's voice whispered hoarsely in her ear. It was Captain Hook.
He was breathing heavily from the exercise, leaning in on her, softly removing his fingers from her lips. Wendy felt her breath coming hard, pressed against the tree as she was.
"You are a woman," the Captain said, as if he had wanted confirmation. He softly touched her chin, and Wendy could feel his hook on her right arm. She felt very vulnerable and uncomfortable. She also just realised she was only wearing her nightgown, which was by now torn around her knees due to the chase.
"I know I am," she dared to say. She could feel the Captain's moustache brush over her cheek, and she heard him chuckle softly. Oddly enough, this send shivers down her spine. "I'm a bit uncomfortable as well," she added, a little confused.
"Well then, Miss Wendy, I will release you," said the Captain, stepping away from her slightly. "Just don't run away, that's all." Wendy nodded and turned around to face the Captain.
She was surprised to see something of intrigue in his eyes – or was she just seeing things? He politely held out his hook to her, and said, "Would you like to take a stroll with me, Miss Wendy?"
Wendy really didn't have much of a choice, so she took the hook – which felt like an odd thing to do, but then again, she had done it before.
He led her back to the tall trees where the fairies fluttered. It was a magical sight, to see the light from the fairies dance across the Captain's face, to see it play around in his eyes, to see it make his hook gleam in the intense darkness......... Wendy was thoroughly confused by her feelings.
The Captain took her to the place Peter and she had danced among the fairies. She could hear the soft fairy music play again.
"Would you do me the honour of having this dance?" asked the Captain, and he bowed slightly. Wendy couldn't help giggling, and he shot her a disapproving glance.
"Sorry," she said. "But I would be pleased to take your invitation," she added, and bowed as well.
The Captain took her right hand in his left, and Wendy couldn't help noticing how large they were compared to hers. He led her to the middle of the shrubbed clearing, made some fairy dust snow down on them, and they slowly went upward.
Wendy was slightly surprised by the fact that the Captain could call on happy thoughts.
"What are you thinking of, Captain?" she asked him.
"Hmm," was all he said, his lips slightly pursed, his eyes a little closed as he glanced down at her through his dark lashes. Apparently, he didn't want to tell her, so she changed the subject.
"How did you survive the crocodile?"
The Captain's face darkened a moment, and they dropped a few feet. "I will tell you later," he said shortly. "Just be quiet and enjoy this moment. You might never know how many more times you get to be with a real man during your stay in Neverland."
Wendy was wise enough to not speak again. For a few minutes, they danced in silence, Wendy pondering over how odd the situation really was, for her to be dancing with Captain Hook. She had to be honest with herself; she didn't really mind. It was magical, and he was right; she would probably never dance with him again.
After some ten minutes, they touched back down. The Captain smiled at her slightly and escorted her back to somewhere creepily close to Peter's house. He never spoke a word, only glanced at her sideways. When they parted, he kissed her hand and took off his large, plumed hat. With a last, silent wave, he walked off into the woods again and disappeared into the darkness.
Wendy was intrigued by their encounter; she didn't know why the Captain had done what he had done, and she was puzzled over her own feelings. She had somehow really wanted to dance with him very much, and the only thing that had kept her in the air was the odd light fluttering she had felt in her stomach as he touched her.
She went back to Peter's house to find it all in order and Peter himself asleep on the bed. She didn't feel like joining him and instead sat down in a large chair. Soon, she was asleep herself.
But what happened to the Captain? Let's go back to when he first spotted Wendy on the clearing.
The Captain had been roaming around the forest, daring Fate to be on his side this night; he wanted to meet Wendy. He wanted to know whether his eyes had not been lying to him, whether she really was a woman.
He had been stalking through the woods for several hours and was about to give up, when he reached a clearing and saw his objective standing right in the middle, gazing up at the stars. When he saw she had noticed him, the Captain chased after her, not wanting her to get away so soon.
He managed to stop her against a tree and, trying not to be too rough, took a very close look at her.
She was indeed the same Wendy, but she had blossomed nicely into a young woman. It was easy to recognise her; even though she had grown older, her face was still very much the same.
As he stood crouching over her, he felt her tremble. Suddenly he was very aware of his own body; how his hands touched her lips, how his hook softly stroked her right arm.......... He looked down a little at her nightgown and noticed it was very thin. He couldn't help his breath quickening, his heart beating faster in his chest. He brushed softly against her cheek with the side of his face. He realised she had no idea what effect she had on him and drew his conclusions. And his conclusions pleased him well.
He drew back at her request and caught a bit of the smell of her hair. It was softly perfumed and smelled sweetly and in place with the smells of the forest flowers. He decided right there and then that he would make her his.
He found it a princely scheme to do things gradually; after all, she was inexperienced with this, and he wanted to play with that. He wanted her to feel attracted, mystified, intrigued. He offered her his hook and led her off to a place he knew she had been before, during her last stay in Neverland.
It took a great deal of his self-control to not take her right there and then, and only the thought of having her eventually kept him in the air. He didn't want to talk to her; he only wanted to hold her, to drift in the air with her and to concentrate on not raping her.
When he felt he could not restrain himself any longer, he told himself he would never get her, and they slowly drifted down again. He led her to a spot of which he knew it had to be close to Pan's new home, and left her there.
He felt very content with the effects of this encounter; he had spied Wendy's confusion on her face as he had escorted her to her spot.
He went back to the Jolly Roger, his mind buzzing with ideas of what to do next. Those ideas were only overruled by one other thing: the picture of having Wendy completely at his mercy.
~*TO BE CONTINUED*~