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Chapter eight - A night of resolution.

Sarah didn't know what to think that night. Secretly in her heart she had hoped her lust would be filled by James. By God he looked as handsome as ever in his fine clothes tonight, but the pouring of her heart to him had extinguished her desire for him, as did it seem in her eyes, him with her.

James had removed her from the party, heading her tears back into Raven town to her room.

What he thought was to be a night to take her and ravisher her had simply vanished when she had told her tale, but his lust wasn't completely extinguished. He'd know Peter to be a menace, but the truth that poured from her lips completely shocked him to pale. His knowledge of the jungle of Neverland seriously needed to be learnt, especially of its inhabitants. He couldn't deny to himself that he'd been hungering to touch her skin and feel her body underneath him. To hear her breathe louder than usual and to hear her moan and her whole body dampen under his control. He laid her in her room, the window open sending a chilled breeze around the space. He'd lit a candle or two and set them near her bed while she lay upon it, still in her red gown. The red colour glowed in the dim light and her blonde hair shimmered as a touch of light flickered over her locks. In his eyes she'd looked like a goddess, so different from the others. Her tanned skin glowed and Peter's marks on her skin were close to disappearing.

He'd felt the same feeling the first time he'd taken her in, to help rescue her from her wound, he owed it to her and was eternally grateful that he did. In those couple of nights, he'd come by Betty's and had sat watching her stir. James noticed something he couldn't put his claw on and that was exactly it. The pain on her face was visible while she slept and it pained him slightly to watch. His normal being could have taken her back to the ship and shagged her senseless, ravished her, hurt her and then disposed of her while she had no control, but his soul told him otherwise and at the time, he didn't know why.

The talk of tonight had spurred his hatred for Peter to complete revulsion and as he had vowed he'd save Sarah, he decided it was time to take the upper hand and to stop playing his game with Pan. It was time for a legend of Neverland to fade, and it wasn't going to be him.

James turned his attention to Sarah who had been very silent since he'd brought her back to her room. She was looking sad and her dried tears had smeared her make up. He'd been lost for words for a couple of minutes now, not knowing whether to ask if she was alright or spur on her hatred for Peter Pan by telling about his. In all honesty he felt useless. His knowledge on women's troubles had been one he had not studied, yet he wanted to do something for her, something that would make her feel safe and not lonely.

He proceeded to the door and shut it, locking it tight with the key. He turned to the dressing table and removed his black coat embodied with gold. He wore underneath it a white shirt and black waist coat. He removed his hat and ran a hand over his hair, brushing it from his face before removing his boots and socks. Sarah hadn't been facing him until he locked the door. She noticed he didn't come close to her and she turned her face towards him as he stood by the dresser. Her thoughts of the past had stopped when she noticed he was taking off his waist coat and shirt. His back was broad and a beautiful tattoo ran over one of his shoulder blades, another one was on his upper arm. Her gaze didn't stay long on the tattoos because it went straight to the leather that held onto the Hook on his wrist. The contrivance was odd and looked uncomfortable. In the reflection of the mirror, Sarah could see the front of him. It looked as though from the angle of the mirror he couldn't see her as he never caught her gaze. His body was nicely defined and clear. His chest lay with old battle scars and a covering of dark hair that stopped and reappeared below his belly button running in a line to the waist band of his trousers. Sarah found her gaze running down it only to curse in her head at the length of the mirror, stopping above the trousers line. His left hand crept to his right shoulder and unbuckled the leather strap from its fastening. The strips dispatched and he pulled the hooks base from his wrist. Sarah's mouthed opened as she saw for the first time his pale wrist. It looked cold and uncared for, painful and malformed. Sarah watched as he made a motion with his it as if he was flexing his right hand, the veins and tendons in his wrist contracting. The whole event was intriguing. Sarah wondered if he would turn around and come to her, strip her naked and make love with her, she was hopping to get her wish. To satisfy her all the night long, take her mind off everything and love her. Her own mind had disappeared with her thoughts and the one thought she could only think about was the man standing half naked in front of her. She wondered how one man could have that affect and more over her. Sarah's breathing hadn't become faster but deep, as if time in the room was slowing down. Her stomach had felt butterflies flutter around and the squirmy feeling that started in her abdomen ran over her body in a chill. She felt glad she was already lying on the bed because she knew she would have lost her footing if she had been standing. The crevice between her legs contracted the tiniest bit as if a thought of a sexual nature had spurned it too. James heard the breath caught in her throat and turned around. His chest looked broader as he faced her. Sarah felt embarrassed as she stared at his body, unable to take her eyes off it, every detail fascinating, especially his wrist. James noticed her gaze on it but did not move his hand.

"Different isn't it." He stated looking at it himself.

Sarah smiled nervously mentally kicking herself for looking at it.

"It's alright, everyone looks. They can't help but to look at something different."

"No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. It's just it looks…"

"Nasty, I know. Betty did the best she could on it. I owe her a lot. But, I'd rather have one less hand than be dead I guess."

James moved closer to the bed and sat on the edge. He smirked when he noted Sarah's gaze back on his hand.

"I didn't think it was that interesting?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Sarah spoke physically turning her head to stop herself looking at it.

For a second she kept her gaze away until she repeatedly looked back and sat up

"What does it feel like?"

James smiled at her curiosity.

"It actually still feels numb. The entire senses haven't mended well, but there is still a little."

Sarah unknowing to herself reached out to the stump and touched it lightly with her fingertips.

"Can you feel this?" Her voice that of a curious child.

"A little."

"What about this?" She asked her tone deeper and far different.

Sarah wrapped her whole hand around the wrist then ran her fingers in a circle stance up and down the wrist. The motion surprised Hook on its meaning and he looked to Sarah's face where the answer lay. She swallowed and James watched her throat muscles rise and fall under her soft skin. The motion was inviting and he found himself leaning into her neck, brushing his lips over the silky flesh. All too sudden Sarah felt her blood rushing from her heart to her cheeks. His hand came up and ran a thumb over her collar bone, eventually becoming his whole hand over her breast, kneading it with force through the dress. The kiss on her neck had become more intense and she could feel the bristles on his face scratching on her soft neck, enchasing the experience. Sarah tilted her head away even more so to allow more room for him, closing her eyes, like a kitten contently being washed by its mother. His lips had taken a trail down her neck to the hollow below her throat onto the collar bones. His hand had retreated from her breast and held her round her upper back pulling her into him. Sarah found her own hands running from his shoulders to his head here she placed her hands into his hair, holding it tightly but softly. James broke his kisses and ran a hand down to her lower back finding the string that laced up the gown's front bodice. Sarah, too involved in her own world, didn't notice James' frustration with the fastening until he quickly moved away. Sarah frowned at the sudden coldness only to see James re- approach her with his hook. Sarah didn't know what to make of it as he moved to her chest and slit the front carefully in one quick motion. Sarah looked down on herself not sure what to expect. No pain filtered her skin and James' eyes weren't red. The dress she wore started to fall open, exposing glimpses of her breasts and stomach. The chill that hit her skin felt refreshing. James replaced the hook on the dresser and moved back to his intentions. He sat back down and ran his hand into the dress to her breasts pulling the material away from her chest. Her chest and nipples tightened as the air caught them before James' mouth and hand did. His tongue traced the most delicate of patterns before taking it into his mouth and draining it as if it had sweet milk to offer. The motion made Sarah gasp and James changed sides, repeating the motion. Sarah moved her face near to his, her eyes closed as she searched for his skin with her cheek. James moved his lips to hers. The contact was pleasing and she hungrily kissed his mouth without hesitation. James' tongue began a furious battle with hers as they fought for submission. In the end Sarah let him lead, his lips and jaw stronger than hers. After a while he passionately stopped their battle and kissed her with the utter most fitting density, wrapping his arms around her lower back as she wrapped her own around his neck. It made Sarah light headed as if she'd had too much wine but the essence on his lips tasted sweeter. He lay her down carrying on with the kiss, pecking her lightly regaining breath himself but unwilling to end the kiss. He propped himself up on his decapitated arm and laid on his side, his in- tacked hand running under her skirt, up her leg. The motion of his fingers caressing her thighs was overpowering and Sarah felt an unusual wetness pool between her legs, nothing that she'd ever felt with Peter. Her own legs felt like jelly under his touch and she gasped as he reached higher. His lips that caressed hers smirked.

"No underwear?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I never liked it." She breathed, her own smile filtering on her lips.

James smiled at her and continued his kiss with her. The shape of her mouth stifling open to a groan as he placed a finger and then another inside her.

The squirmy feeling Sarah had before was nothing compared to this as all energy and blood seemed to rush to her nether regions. The thought that James' hands were clean and groomed made her urge him on and freely invite him to pursue deeper, an obvious contrast between Peters sullied hands.

Sarah's body contracted against his fingers and James took the action as his second invite. He removed his fingers, changing position, but Sarah sat up and moved onto him pinning him on the bed. Sarah sat up and moved to sit over his crotch. The contact made both gasp and their need became more. Sarah pulled her gown and its attire off so it sat round her hips. She bent over and kissed his lips again before trailing her own kisses in frenzy. James' chest rose and fell under her lips and she moved her body downwards so she sat between his legs. Her small hands unbuttoned the fly and she wearily pulled the waist band of the trousers over his hips and legs, setting them on the floor. And there it was, Sarah and James Hook, two garments away from making love with each other. Sarah got off the bed and smiled to him turning her back. The dress she wore lazily fell to the floor and she took off her shoes and released her hair. James set eyes on the delicious curves of her ass and her strong back as she moved with grace. Sarah turned her head to him lightly, knowing he'd be looking and she smirked teasing him.

"You're a tease." He stated.

"I know." She smiled turning to face him.

James's eyes reviled in her naked form. Her skin glowed in the light and he couldn't mistake the blush in her face or the glaze in her eyes. Her arms and hands were delicate and her supple breasts stood round and erect, tiny goose bumps scatted over them and the rest of her body. Her long legs stood tall supporting her rounded hips and the blonde mound that James had already sampled but craved for more.

James felt his own body tighten at the scene, his manhood becoming painful in it's confinement wanting release.

Sarah walked over to the bed where James had already sat up and pulled off his underwear. She smiled a stunned smile and her eyes opened wide for one second as she saw him fully. James stood up, his height towering her. The pair fell into each others arms and the contact of their whole bodies was wonderful. Sarah felt his hard member press against her, her own hips trying to find him. They kissed softly pressing into each other, their skin burning. What started light became powerful and full of wanting and need. James' hand ran over her back and rested on her ass squeezing it into his hand and pushing it into his body. The motion made Sarah gasp into James' mouth and she did the same with one of her hands while holding herself round his neck

The difference between her usual love makings had been the sheer submission to James. She wanted him to take her and love her. To bury his body over her and inside her without a second thought.

Sarah broke her kiss and lead James to the bed unable to stand it any longer. Sarah noticed James' completely relaxed face and how it held her gaze as if looking at the heavens for the first time. He sat on the bed and gently parted her legs lying between them. When Sarah felt his weight on her it was a feeling of comfort and safety. She had never felt this safe with anyone, not even Nav. It may have been because he was so much stronger than anyone she'd met. Peter had a lot of strength but this was different and not in the context of fighting. She didn't know if she felt safe because he was older or because she actually trusted him.

Sarah saw that James held his weight mainly on one hand using his decapitated hand's fore arm to balance the remaining weight. He kissed her again lightly over her face and sat up slightly only to reposition himself ready for her. The feeling melted her body as he entered her and the moan that she released made James smile and move deeper. Her body felt the whole of her heat spread and then retrace back to her womb, an intense feeling of human nature settling with James' drive. A rhythm sparked and time around her stopped in Neverland.

"Do we know when Peters coming back?" Summer asked Slightly, cutting up some form of vegetable.

He turned his usually charming face to her which looked grave.

"I don't know." He replied helping her.

Summer wiped her hands and held him behind his back. "It'll be alright." She whispered before kissing him on the cheek and returning to her work.

The lost tribe had fallen apart in the past couple of days without their real leader. The fear of Peter turning on all of them was high for no reason.

The twins had kept people together with Slightly, comforting the younger ones who were confused.

Many of the younger members had shed more than enough tears, especially when Peter had returned all bloody and battered from his fight and took his frustration out on the camp. The lost tribe watched as he ruined their home kicking and screaming their property to shards. He never explained himself to the younger ones but the older lost members of the tribe knew Peter must have fought with Curly. There were no signs of bullet wounds or cuts from swords so it wasn't a pirate Peter had fought with

Nibs sidled up to Slightly and the pair watched with uneasy eyes as Peter blanked them all after his frustration.

Everyone turned to Slightly, urging him to say something to him, but Slightly coward at Peter's fuming rage, waiting for another moment to speak.

Nibs decided enough was enough.

"Peter." He stated, his voice deep. "Who fought you?"

Peter looked to Nibs, commending him in his mind at his forwardness. This was something unusual for Nibs and he liked it. Peter knew Nibs never took shit from anyone except him and that he remained the silent warrior of the tribe. He was a loner, preferring his own company to that of a twenty four hour crèche but the fact that Peter may have killed his best friend raged him and so he decided to speak all the words he needed to.

Peter started to laugh and Nibs silently fumed.

"Who fought me? That back stabbing bastard who calls himself Curly, that's who!"

Slightly walked closer to Peter.

"Peter, I think you should lie down for a bit."

"Don't push your luck Slightly, your still not top dog around here, so don't act it." Peter sneered.

Slightly opened his mouth to speak in astonishment but sighed, his intentions obviously crossing wires in Peter's eyes.

The twins watched in silence, giving Slightly an encouraging look mixed with sympathy.

"Peter, I think he meant, well. Let me tend to you, your bleeding." Winter spoke softly coming close to him, her almond eyes warm. Peter frowned at her but grudgingly let her lead him away to her quarters.

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An hour later one of the younger lost boys called out to the others and they all gathered looking up. A bright spark could be seen in the sky and the shadow of Peter flew far away.

The Tribe, all scattered about doing jobs, watched as Nibs came into the clearing carrying a dead beast over his shoulder followed by the twins who carried a small beast between them.

"Well at least were not starving to death." A younger lost boy nudged at another one as they saw the boar dropped onto a table, a smear of dark blood caked over Nibs' shoulder.

"Do you think Nibs or Slightly would become the next Pan?" Spring asked her friend, the olive skinned girl with tight brown curls known as Meg. They washed cups and plates in a large wooden tub.

"I don't know. I thought Slightly was in line but he doesn't have the traits Peter has."

"Surely he does, or Peter wouldn't like him or keep him as right hand man."

"Slightly is very good with his words and a good fighter, he's like the speaker of the group and protector, but recently their personalities have clashed. I don't think Peter likes the idea of Slightly committed to Summer."

"Where as Nibs is the fighter or hunter or something is that right?" Spring asked.

"Yeah, but he doesn't like too much company."

Spring watched the tall young man with tanned skin stalk away into the night.

"He never smiles?" Spring stated.

"Well, he doesn't have much to smile about. Him and Curly were great pals you know and now that Curly's, well..." Meg whispered. "…Gone, I'd not be smiling neither."

Meg noticed that Spring was still starring at him and she smiled.

"Think he's nice don't ya?"

Spring blushed and nodded smiling girly.

"Ya not the only one." She smiled.

"Has he got anyone or does he, you know, like Peter does?" Spring said looking a little panic stricken.

"No, Nibs ain't like that. It was said that he liked Autumn but I heard from Curly that he hated her. So it is probably true. A rumour went around that he got her in the duff to shut her up for a while! Though again, definitely not true!"

Both girls giggled.

"I bet he's got a nice body!" Spring whispered bluntly forgetting her old shy way of life. Proof that Peter had tainted her.

"With all the lifting and carrying he does, I think your right there! But no, he's not like Peter, won't touch anyone younger than himself, so that rules out Autumn I guess. I think he has no love life or just keeps it quiet. He's quite old you know. "

"A lot of the boys are aren't they?"

"Well, the original ones, Peter, Slightly, Nibs and Curly. The twins are a bit younger, as was Tootles and Nav. Curly once told me that they all wanted to grow up but Peter wouldn't let them."

"So Peter's put a curse on them?"

"No. I don't know. Neverland just doesn't feel freely on letting you grow up without good reason I guess. It's too complicated to understand. The older ones know more about it than us."

Spring and Meg's gaze had returned to Nibs who came back still wearing his stained shirt. He rolled up his sleeves and got his knife, slicing at the hind of the animal he'd caught.

Many of the lost girls looked away and cringed.

Slightly ordered two boys to get some more water before coming over to Nibs.

"Any sign of Pan?"

Nibs shuck his head, engrossed by what he was doing.

"Curly?"

Nibs dropped the knife and sighed.

"I can't find him anywhere."

"Do you think Peter kil…"

"No." Nibs cut Slightly off.

"I'd send the boys out to look for him but, if Pan comes back, I don't want it to be their heads he has."

"I hope he doesn't come back." Nibs stated, a glow in his eyes, his jaw clenched. "I'm sick of it, all the killing and all the anger. The tribe is falling apart and we have to pick up the pieces."

"Don't you want to?"

"I do not want to pick up Peters mess." Nibs growled.

A silence occurred between the two and Nibs picked up his knife and wiped it before cutting off the skin of the animal again, this time a bit more violently.

"Any sign of Tinkerbell?" Nibs asked, still grumpy.

"No, apparently she went with him, as always. What are we going to do when he returns?" Slightly added, his tone different.

"Well, you and the tribe can cower before him. I am going to get Sarah back, find Curly and get off this fucking island."

Nibs roughly cut off the animals head and skewed its body with a pole. He put it on one of the spits, picked up the dead animals head and stalked off, leaving Slightly to ponder on his words.