Disclaimer:Same stuff still applies-not mine-Barrie's.
Wendy woke early the next day-she had things to do!
The first order of business was to inspect her clothes to see just how dirty they were.
These are all pretty bad…
Her worry was that nothing would be dry by the time James came to get her.
I need to already be washing these.
She groaned as she grabbed all the clothing and gathered them up in her arms. She also pulled her blanket from the bed as she headed out the door.
It didn't take long to get to the small pool where she normally bathed. She quickly unbuttoned and stepped out of her drawers. She hung her only clothing that would remain unwashed on some nearby branches where they would stay dry. She walked back to the water and stepped in with the dirty clothing around her shoulders like a scarf. She was careful with each item, trying to keep them as dry as possible, washing only the dirtiest spots on each. When she was satisfied with her work, she waded out and laid each item out on a nearby shrub. She returned to the water to now wash herself.
She waded out farther this time and then submerged herself. She came back up and tilted her head back, letting her hair fan out in waves behind her. In contrast to the cool air, the water was warm and Wendy found it relaxing. She lifted her legs and let herself float on her back. She had an unobstructed view of the blue sky above.
This is perfection…solitary bliss…contentment…but…no buts, just wash your hair Wendy.
She dipped her head back into the water, and then righted herself. She scrubbed her scalp briskly with her fingers. She re-dunked her head several times before she couldn't feel anymore grit beneath her fingertips. She squeezed out the excess water from her hair as she carefully stepped away from the waters edge. She felt goose bumps raise instantly as the air hit her wet skin. She picked up the blanket and wrapped it tightly around her cooled skin. She picked up her wet clothes and draped them over her arm. She hurried back to her house.
She found the best possible places to hang her clothing and hoped that they might be dry before James came to call. She realized as she adjusted the blanket for the fourth time that she had left her under drawers back at the spring. She gave up trying to simply wrap the blanket around her and instead knotted two corners together. She looked down at the results and realized it wouldn't do at all. This solution left a bare strip four inches wide straight down her body. She twisted it to the side-it still left a bare strip, but a much less dangerous one.
Her stomach growled.
I'll kill two birds with one stone.
She knew that she could find her favorite fruit an equal distance away, but a little to the east. She could pick up her wayward undergarment on the way back. She headed back out onto one of the many time worn paths of the island. The sun really had warmed things up now, and Wendy was beginning to feel the effects. She began to loosely braid her hair as she walked to keep it from sticking to her shoulders and back. This was not enough to keep her comfortable, she realized, as sweat began to roll down her stomach. She peeled the blanket from her skin and flapped it back and forth trying to dry herself some. Still finding no relief, Wendy lifted the bottom of the blanket up all around to expose her legs knee high. The sweat was still trickling down between her breasts-making her recent bath seem like a total waste of time.
"Oh bloody hell!" she exclaimed as she worked furiously at the oh-so-secure knot she had made.
"SO much better!" she said as she released the knot and threw the entire blanket over her shoulder.
She could feel her own smile spread as she began to run the path. The air was cooling the sweat pleasantly as she moved. She leaped over a small obstacle-an exposed tree root-more for fun than necessity. She felt like an ancient Olympian, even though she knew women had not even been allowed to cheer on at those games, let alone participate in them.
But this must have been how free those runners felt.
Her hair had now come completely undone from her impromptu braid. Wendy's curls flew behind her, bouncing off her shoulders and back.
"Victory is mine!" she shouted as she caught sight of the gleaming orange fruits she had come for. She twisted off the first ripe fruit she saw and bit into it greedily. The smooth deep orange skin snapped as her teeth sank through into soft flesh. The skin itself was slightly tart but the flesh was sugary sweet. Juice dripped down her chin as she chewed, and Wendy wiped it away with the back of her hand. She finished the first fruit quickly and selected a second to enjoy more leisurely. She dropped the blanket down beside a large tree and sat down on it.
She had no idea that sitting under a tree eating a piece of fruit while completely nude could be so much fun. She stretched out her legs and pointed her feet. She wiggled her toes and giggled. She felt giddy. There were some things that were so easy here. This is when James' words began to creep back into her mind.
…Unless this is all you want…
What's wrong with wanting the sun to warm your toes?
Wendy sighed. She had finished the second piece of fruit and contemplated her now extremely sticky fingers. She popped one in her mouth and sucked it.
Not too bad, it'll have to do for now.
She repeated the procedure with her other fingers and then ran her tongue down her wrist towards her forearm, following a trail of syrupy juice.
Finished with cleaning, she stood and began to gather fruit to bring back with her. She sang as she did so.
"…Tell me the tales that to me were so dear
Long, long ago, long, long ago
Sing me the songs I delighted to hear
Long, long ago, long, long ago…"
"Wendy?"
It was James' voice; it came from some distance behind her.
"Wait!" She yelled.
She grabbed the blanket- her gathered fruit rolled in all directions. Her face looked panicked as she quickly tried to re-wrap herself and tie another knot before James could see her.
James was smiling. He had seen her already, watched her lick herself-he almost lost his footing then-and had heard her singing. He had been stunned by her nakedness, mesmerized by her backside and the curve at the small of her back. He found himself wanting to kiss that spot, to feel its softness against his lips. Wendy's voice had removed him from his reverie. James had never heard her sing before; it had been another pleasant surprise. He found her singing voice rather sweet, albeit a little off key. James knew how Wendy would feel if she knew she was being watched, so that was when he had decided to let his presence be known to her.
He had to hold back his laughter as he watched her grab frantically for the blanket.
"Oh Wendy…"he murmured quietly. "Do you need any, um, assistance?" he said louder.
"NO." she said firmly as she tied what looked like an iron clad knot to James.
" I heard your voice and followed it. " He lied.
"I was getting some of these for us." She said as she picked up a few of the fallen fruits.
"Did you bring a basket?"
"No…I didn't think to remember one." She said a little guiltily.
"Well, pass a few here, I can certainly carry some."
"Yes." She said almost shyly as he approached her with his arm outstretched.
"These are rather good. I like them too." He said as he placed a few in his pockets. "And now you are on your way back?" he asked her.
" I have to stop at the spring. I, uh, left something behind there."
"Well, I'll be happy to accompany you there if you'll have me."
Wendy looked at James and he saw her brows draw together ominously. She was frowning at him.
"You are quite a piece of work Captain Hook."
"What's the matter?"
"You know you saw me. I know you did."
"It is called being a gentleman Wendy. Did you want me to make mention of it?" He raised one eyebrow, in the manner Wendy now found rather devastating, as he spoke.
"N-No…but…"
"Are you sure?" he stepped closer, "Because I could certainly make comment on the quality of your hidden treasures my dear."
"What?" Now Wendy's eyebrows were raised in surprise.
"Were you wishing for a compliment on how very fine your backside is?"
He had lowered his voice to a near whisper and was leaning close to her ear as he continued.
"That in seeing you in the all together I found you so irresistible that I might need to drop to my knees and beg" he paused as he let his lips brush fleetingly against the soft flesh at the top of her ear.
" …For my release and the surrender of your innocence to me…right here, right now? Hmm? Is that what I was supposed to do Wendy?"
Wendy's legs had that jelly-like feeling again. James' hot breath on her ear was sending blazing jolts of heat to that place somewhere beyond the pit of her stomach.
"I…I…don't know."
James just laughed.
"Come on, let's get to that spring, and back to your house," he reached for her hand, but she hesitated. He thought what she might be thinking. He smiled.
"I won't be begging there either…not just yet. I believe you wanted to see my ship today. I think proper etiquette is more clothing would be appropriate." He said to her.
'And at least I'll be able to think straight again' was what he thought.
A/N: Sorry the update took so long, I got a little stuck on how to tie some of the ideas together. This chapter does seem to be rather...fluffy though, and I hope no one minds.
To jay: I'm sorry, this story really does not follow the movie version of Peter Pan- I do not see my Capt. Hook as the same man as Mr. Darling. It is rather a 'suppose if' version of the story, as of course Hook is still alive. I don't really plan on the story heading in a 'Peter/Wendy direction' in the fashion you are probably hoping for. I appreciate that you took the time to read my story and leave commentary(even though you didn't leave an e-mail!).
Thank you to everyone else who has left a review. I am very glad you are enjoying reading this story, I'm having fun writing it.