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The look she gave pretty much confirmed his fear.

"Wendy?"

Where to start?

"Chaperones?"

"Huh? Did you say 'chaperones', James?"

"I guess if I said it out loud, then I did…Um, have you ever been chaperoned?"

"Yes, of course."

"Why?"

"Because it doesn't look proper for a couple to be alone in certain situations."

"Hmm, like in her bedchambers, while she is only wearing her undergarments?"

"Well that's what the chaperone is trying to prevent from ever-OH! OH MY GOD!"

Suddenly Wendy was in a panic. She was moving around the room nervously.

"We- we HAVEN'T –I mean-you said 'make more people'- I can't- I mean-I don't want to have a -nothing we did-James-what did I do?"

"Wendy, no, Dear, no. Please, sit, sit."

He was successful in getting the young woman to sit back down. He kneeled down in front of her and took her hands.

"Can you tell me what-what your mother might have told you?"

Never in a million years could he have foreseen this scenario happening to him. He hoped it wasn't as bad as it seemed…

"My mother. My mother made vague references to 'The Marriage Bed', and 'The Wedding Night' and 'Girls Who Fell Into Disgrace'. I - I asked for more, but she said she'd tell me when I was to be married. James, I'm sorry for …for…"

"What are you sorry for?"

"You, you just finished saying you wouldn't…do anything- and I go off like a raving lunatic. I know you'll tell me the truth. I trust you."

She said it so earnestly. It was enough to make his heart swell…if only it didn't mean he was going to have to…

Dear Lord, I have to talk about the birds and the bees!

James suddenly felt quite sick to his stomach. He tried to tell himself he really shouldn't be feeling the need to summon courage just to discuss a few simple facts of life…

"Well. Let me start by saying there are many things a man and woman can do together-things like kissing-that do not result in, ah, producing a child."

"Okay." Wendy nodded.

"Okay." Hook agreed.

So far, so good.

"Now, there is only one thing that actually results in a child and…well, there is a part of a man that is made to –ah-fit with a woman-do you know what I'm referring to?" he asked hopefully.

"You mean the part that the man uses to give the woman the baby?"

James felt a little relieved; perhaps she did know what he meant.

"Yes! That's what I mean."

Wendy was shaking her head.

"No."

James felt his relief fly out the window.

"Oh…well…How about.."

How about what?

Captain James Hook had broken out in a sweat. He looked at Wendy's eager, open face and chastised himself.

She knows nothing. She was scared-no, I scared her. She trusts me. I have gained her trust and this is exactly what I wanted.

"Wendy, this will sound odd, but a man and a woman have parts of their bodies that are made to fit together. Have you never seen one of your brothers without clothing? Maybe bathing or such?"

"Yes, I've seen them."

"Okay. They were…different from you…between their legs."

"Oh…that?"

"Yes, that. That is the part that the man uses, that can fit within, when the time comes."

"It…goes inside the woman? In her…the same…general vicinity?"

"Yes."

"But," Wendy shook her head and knitted her brows together, "That just doesn't seem…possible. The thing I'm thinking of…I mean, with what you're saying is done with it."

"I did say it would seem very odd. It- this is so hard to explain-it changes when it is preparing to be used for the purpose."

"Changes? Changes into what?"

Wendy sounded very skeptical of this particular concept.

"Not into something different, but…more like cheeks become red when you blush. Hearts begin to race when you're frightened, or excited. It's more like a change of that nature."

"Oh…. so… when it changes, and it is put inside the woman. Then a woman will have a child?"

"It's actually one of the more mysterious things in life. A woman doesn't necessarily

conceive a child every time the act is performed. Certainly, if done often enough, it is usually the inevitable outcome. That is also not to say that it isn't common enough that a couple finds themselves in that condition after just one time together."

James sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

"It is the reason to exercise restraint. The way it is, a man and a woman have to assume that any time they are together in such a manner that a child could be the result. It's why the decision is usually left to the bindings of marriage. The ultimate mission of the chaperones is"

"To prevent Girls Who Have Been Disgraced."

Wendy was nodding in comprehension.

"Yes. The difficulty that many have found is that it can be very hard once you are headed towards that-union-to stop one's body before it does something that one's head thinks it shouldn't do."

"It does start with kissing, doesn't it?"

"Yes, and imagine the way you felt after only a few moments. Imagine those sensations growing stronger, more intense…better." He smiled as he reminded her what she had said earlier.

"But…as long as it's not put inside while you are kissing-no child?"

"No, that really needs to occur to conceive the child. No clothing between the two to prevent it, that's the way it usually works."

"So, you can kiss forever without it happening."

"Well, yes-but"

Wendy smiled and cut him off.

"Well," her voice was happy and full of determination.

"Then I shall only ever kiss and it will never happen to me."

James had to work at suppressing a smile-she was so sincere in her naive conviction.

"What I was going to say, Wendy, is that it becomes increasingly more difficult to stop the-progression-the longer one spends kissing and touching. As I was trying to say, our bodies have a way of breaking our promises to be chaste."

"Well, that just sounds silly. If you decide not to-you just don't. It's very simple."

"Hmm…it sounds simple? Let me ask you this: what is your favorite dessert?"

"Oh, well that's an easy one. Chocolate cake."

"Okay. Good. I'm rather fond of a decent chocolate cake myself. Now, imagine you have decided-made a vow perhaps-never to eat chocolate cake ever again. You know how good it is, how much you like it-but no chocolate cake ever again."

"Hmm… okay." she readied herself to consider the idea.

"You then find yourself alone with," he smiled wickedly, "a beautiful, moist, rich, wonderfully aromatic, chocolate cake. A cake the likes you've only ever thought existed in your dreams. You can smell its intoxicating scent. You can see the gloss of the creamy icing. You can feel its silkiness as it slips off your fork, past your lips. The way you know it will feel as it settles down inside you and contents you. You can almost taste it all-but you've decided not to eat chocolate cake ever again…it's a little like that." He finished in a whisper.

"Well, that might be hard-but not impossible."

"No, it's never impossible, just, very, very, frustrating. Speaking for myself alone, when we kissed, and I held you, I could easily imagine doing much, much more."

He was running his finger down her knee; it sent a shiver through her that James couldn't miss.

"You mean…?" her voice drifted as her eyes widened.

James nodded and a deep crimson blush spread into Wendy's cheeks.

"I wanted to touch you more. I wanted you to touch me more…with these beautiful hands."

He lifted her hands gently to his lips and kissed them. Wendy felt the heat rising again, she felt light headed with it. It was then she realized just where she could feel the heat most concentrated…she could almost hear her body telling her things it wanted done.

"Oh…my…" she looked into his eyes.

Not the eyes too…it's like they can see right inside my head…

She found she couldn't hold his eyes at the moment.

"Do you want more Wendy?" he said in his most devastating voice.

She looked back to his eyes for her response.

"Not a child. But…"

It's his eyes…maybe his voice…

She found her fingers tracing his lips once again. James whispered to her.

"Can I continue to touch you with your clothes on?"

"Can I touch you also?"

"I may need to ask you to stop. But first-let's change places."

James stood up, holding her hand and led her to the other chair in the room. He sat himself down on it.

"Sit here with me, on my lap."

Wendy's eyebrows rose.

"On your lap?" she said in a squeak.

"It will illustrate a point." He chuckled

"No pun intended, but truly it will. Please, let me hold you."

He reached out for her. She sat down, tentatively, more on his knees than his lap.

"Closer to me." He said softly as he reached around her. She wiggled her bottom half closer to him then, to settle into his embrace. James couldn't help thinking he was glad she hadn't sat down close in the first place.

"That's better."

He pulled her face very close to his.

"Shouldn't I feel guilty for corrupting you so?"

"Nothing done with honesty can be corruption. And guilt-I don't know what offense you think you've committed. You've helped me find truth." She paused and reveled in her happiness.

"I'm fine. I…am more."

She put her hand on his cheek and gave his lips a brief solemn kiss.

She is glory and radiance…

James felt strong emotions surging up and threatening to spill out from him. He felt as if he might make a fool of himself. He was relieved when she spoke again.

"You could commence with your demonstration now." She said coyly.

"You are constant surprise and…you are nothing less than glorious Wendy."

He pushed stray hair off her face, draping the long curls back over her shoulder. He moved his lips to cover hers, his hand quickly moving down the side of her throat as he did so. He let his fingers move lower, past bare skin, to find the roundness of her breast. He moved his thumb back and forth slowly over her nipple. It responded by becoming a tight knot beneath the fabric.

Small noises of pleasure were escaping Wendy even as James continued to kiss her. He had gently parted her lips with the tip of his tongue. He was now using his tongue to tease hers.

He let his hand move lower still. He deliberately skipped from mid-navel to her leg. He began to move his hand up and down her thigh, massaging the flesh in long circular strokes. Her skirts moved higher with each pass of her knee. When he found the hems were within a reachable distance he lifted the skirts directly and slid his hand under them. Her thighs were still covered in the fabric of her knickers, but now he had the option of reaching between them, which her very much wanted to do. He started by exploring the angle that was the back of her knee. He touched the skin there, found, just under yet more frilly lace trim. He used the only very lightest of touches, barely making contact with her skin. He felt goose bumps prickle up as his fingers moved. He knew this was not a bad place to begin, as he heard her take in a sharp breath. He let one finger drift to the inside of her thigh. Without a word being spoken, Wendy spread her legs just enough for his hand to have freedom to move even higher. James could feel her heat, and even her moisture, building through the sheer fabric. He could make out the soft folds of her flesh and wished he could kiss her there also. He instead let his fingers move deeper into that soft heat.

His kisses had moved to her throat and he could feel the drum of her racing pulse against his lips. He heard her breathing grow more ragged as his thumb found the sensitive bit of flesh it had been seeking.

Wendy moaned unabashedly and James found his own flesh responding to the pure pleasure conveyed by the sound. He whispered in her ear.

"Can you feel it now, Wendy? Can you feel what it does to me to be with you like this?"

Do you still think it will be so easy to stop…

A/N: Okay,that was my first attempt at, well, that kinda stuff written up there.Hope it was okay. Let me know.