AN: Hello. I finally managed to put next chapter. Now this will be M-rated chapter, so as soon you see ***** and if you're underage skip till the line. Made for Tumblr user princessquinnella.

Enjoy!

On that night Basil couldn't sleep. He couldn't forget the view of Quinnella's naked body. Each curve was like inviting him to touch her.

No, he said to himself. You can't do it. It's not right. She is your client. She is a neverfairy. She must return back to her own kind before winter. If you keep her here to yourself, you're no better than Ratigan.

The image of how Ratigan tried to rape Quinnella comes to his mind. Her cries make him grit his teeth. He won't become like him, ever!

Suddenly the door to his bedroom opens and he hears someone coming in. Basil quickly picks a gun from his drawer and turns on the lights before he is surprised to find Quinnella standing there. The fairy was wearing his shirt which he gave to her. It was covering most of her body to her thighs. She looked a bit shocked by the gun.

"I'm sorry, miss Quinnella." Basil said and put his gun back in the drawer. "I thought you were one of Ratigan's men who got in." He said while sitting down on his bed. "Why haven't you changed into your nightgown?"

"I didn't want to," she said while blushing for some reason.

"Quinnella, what's wrong?"

"I… want to talk about what happened this evening…"

"Look… it's my fault." he interrupts. "I should have knocked and I understand if you ask me to forget what I saw…"

"It's nothing like that." She said as she walked to his bed and sat close to him. "Basil… you and others have been kind to me. And you even allow me to go pass through your room to tinker in my workshop. Also, you always make sure I'm alright. So…" She leans closer to him and touches his chest from his loose shirt. "I want to thank you… properly," she said, as her shirt was lowered a bit showing she wasn't wearing anything else underneath it.

By all that she is doing Basil could tell what she means by "thanking him properly". She leans close to him just by inches before he takes hold of her shoulders and stops her.

"Quinnella, you don't need to do this," he said and got up from his bed. "You… you should go back to your room…"

"But I truly want to…" Quinnella said. "I thought…" she blushes at what she says next. "When I saw you look at me… I thought you… might be interested in…"

The image appears again in his mind. His body starts to react to it as well. But he tries to hold it down. "Quinnella…I can't!" He said. "I don't want to take advantage of you like that. I don't want to be like that rat!" Basil said and hit the wall. He tries to calm himself down before feeling those gentle arms going around his waist.

"Basil… you're nothing like Ratigan," Quinnella said. This made him turn and find her way close and shirt open revealing most of her naked body against him. "When I was there I felt scared. Fearing something terrible will happen to me. But here I feel safe. Especially with you. Which is why I want this. Because you make me feel safe. And I know you won't ever harm me."

Basil tries to remain calm as she leans against him getting closer and closer. "I want to make love with you," she whispers before placing her lips on his for a passionate kiss.

Basil couldn't hold anymore. He starts kissing back and picks her up to take her to bed.

Their bodies fit perfectly together as he lays her down upon the mattress. Her delicate fingers slink beneath his shirt, slipping the fabric down past his shoulders. He finds himself all too eager to assist with the quick unabashed removal of his attire from her - which by now has become terribly constricting. The detective wastes little time in throwing the rest of his shirt off, not caring where it lands as he discards it to the floor.

Taking a brief moment to part from her lips, he finds himself greeted with the most resplendent sight of the lady lying completely bare and vulnerable before him. She tossed his shirt carelessly over the headboard, eyes half lidded with an alluringly love drunk expression, her bare chest heaving with the exhilaration of their kiss. His breath catches in his throat, eyes hazing over with transfixed adulation at her beauty.

They were really doing this.

Quinnellas glow flickers shyly as the detective's gaze hungrily roves over her slender form, studying her with every detail with avid concentration.

His eyes were one of her favorite features.

The fairy had been gifted plenty of time to study them as he'd watched her over the weeks she'd come to know him. They shone with an ever intense fire of wit, charm, and intelligence unmatched. They were gorgeous… her newfound favorite shade of green.

Quinnella finds herself so often caught within their intensity, utterly enraptured within his perceptions. She recalls the fierceness within them upon their first meeting: the detective's eyes were sharp and piercing with calculating determination, yet so gentle and kind all at once.

Just like now, as his fingers hover gingerly over her form, tracing her delicate features with soft featherlight touches as he painstakingly calculates how best to begin this little game they've so ardently thrown themselves into. His gaze is ever present upon her facial features - watching for the faintest hint of discomfort or fear as his hand hovers hesitantly over her bosom.

Her hand reaches willfully for his own, a lustful inviting glint shining in her eyes as she places his palm upon her breast. A pleasurable little sigh escapes her as Quinnella massages the detective's hand along her mound, watching the anxious look in Basil's eyes be replaced with lustful desire.

It's not long before he takes over for her, his lips trailing along the crook of her neck, suckling upon her soft skin. He smirks, feeling her writhe and squirm a bit beneath him. Little ticklish, huh? She's so cute. His fingers trail down along her sides, to the inner crevices of her sumptuous thighs. Her hot little slit is already shining with wetness from his touch, and they'd barely gotten started.

He can't wait to get inside of her.

He sidles towards the edge of the bed, fingers working to undo the straps of his trousers. "You're absolutely certain about this, Miss?" There was still time to halt all this before either of them regretted it.

"Shy are we?" Quinnella giggles salaciously up at him.

The detective scoffs, "Hardly." Purposefully omitting the fact that he always tended to get flustered around her. "I rather find myself…Exhilarated… if you don't find that too terribly forward." He forces back a chuckle, shaking his head. "I've thought of you every night." If she only knew how much self restraint he'd had to muster to keep himself away from her door, especially tonight in the evening.

Quinnella blushes at his words, averting her gaze. "You're all I've been able to think about…" Since the night they'd first met. Her every thought eventually seemed to drift to him.

She pulls him close, trailing soft kisses on his lips, as her hand slides down to undo his trousers.

The fairy gazes at him through her lashes, greedily taking in every detail of the detective's figure, running her palm up and along the thick rod hiding beneath his boxers, feeling it harden even further against her touch. Her fingers work to unsheathe his member from the thin fabric of his undergarments. A pleasurable tingle goes up Basil's spine as the covering falls away, cold air hitting his sensitive flesh.

Quinnella blinks in astonishment at his now fully revealed member. Her fingertips brush hesitantly along his length, not terribly subtle in sizing him up. He can see those Tinkers cogs in her mind churning.

Basil had never been into these kinds of things or even cared. Yet as he found himself fully exposed to her, and her now obvious hesitation, the detective was beginning to feel quite a foreign emotion of self-consciousness.

Basil forces himself to break the silence. "Impressed?"

Quinnella breaks free from her reverie at his touch, offering him a kind smile. "Why wouldn't I be? Everything about you is impressive, Detective."

A prideful smirk brims at the edges of his lips.

Goodness. Does she even realize how seductive she looks? Her soft featherlight touches running along his cock, her eyes uncertain - almost fearful - at his size, with his length and girth obviously being much larger than she'd initially anticipated.

He would be as careful as possible to ensure no harm came to her when using it.

His cock twitches eagerly in anticipation, even a bit of pre-cum dribbling from the tip. "You see now just what you do to me?"

A playful glare crosses his features as she gazes all so innocently up at him, utterly clueless as to the infuriatingly debilitating effects she has upon him. This is all her doing. "Miss, you have me completely undone…"

The fairy gives him a shy smile.

That sweet little smile… it will be his undoing. It's infuriatingly mind-numbing and yet it sends his heart soaring to the stars. She was like a dream. Heaven incarnate. She really has no idea just how wonderful she is.

That's something he desires to remedy.

"Lie back for me." Basil prods Quinnella back to lying on the bed, before crawling on top of her. His lips fall upon hers once more in a tender kiss, fingers trailing down along her stomach to her thighs. Her fingers tangle in his hair, a delicate hand running along the trail of his back, tracing his deep scars.

"Mmm… oh, Basil…" She whines, arching into his touch as his hand wanders to the area between her legs. His fingers trace along the opening of her slit, slowly entering her with one digit, and then a second, gingerly massaging her inner walls. He can feel her wetness growing with each gentle thrust of his hand.

"Please, detective…" Quinnella sighs against his lips. "I can't wait a moment longer…"

He brushes back a lock of stray hair from her eyes, smirking at her eagerness. "I'll be gentle… just relax…"

Quinnella wraps her arms around his shoulders, pulling Basil close as he positions himself to enter her. He slides in effortlessly, thrusting in halfway. Still his sudden entrance causes the fairy to wince, burying her face into his chest. He stills his movement, allowing her to get used to his size and the foreign feeling inside of her.

"My apologies! Did it… did I hurt you…?" He starts to pull out, only for her to place a hand upon his chest, immediately halting his retreat.

"No, no." Quinnella is quick to reassure him, "Mmm…you feel marvelous inside me." She sighs pleasantly into his chest. "Please, I want this. So so much…" She leans up to kiss him passionately. "Basil, you're all I desire."

"Then you'll have me." He smiles against her lips, slowly beginning to thrust.

Quinnella's eyelids flutter and her lips part in a meek little pleasurable whine as his pace steadily increases. "Ohh… detective…" He filled her completely. She could feel every inch of him inside. Quinnella pulls Basil close, pressing amorous kisses to his lips between each whine and sweet moan.

He lifts her leg, getting a better vantage point to the depths of her cunt as he thrusts harder and deeper. Her hand grips his arm for stability, her other hand coiling within the bed sheets as she pants and writhes beneath him.

"Oh, Basil! Ah… Ahh!" Quinnella's head falls back against the pillow, breathlessly watching him through half-lidded eyes. "Ah… ah! Oh, oh please don't stop!"

"Not a chance." Basil smirks down at her, leaning down to kiss along her neck. His paw fondles her breast, massaging it in time to his hurried thrusts. "You're wonderful, Quinnella! Mmm… Absolutely marvelous!"

To feel her slick hot walls clenching around his cock with each firm thrust, hearing her sweet little moans, watching her arching her back whenever he hit that special spot deep inside her, to witness her becoming completely undone by him…

"Ah! Mmm B-Basil…" A good few minutes later and he finds the fairy whining pitifully beneath him, biting her lip, her delicate walls clenching tight around his member. "Ahhh… ah! I… I'm gonna…"

"Yes. Oh yes!" Basil wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her close, "Cum for me Darling…" He presses his lips to her own, hurrying his thrusts as his cock twitches inside her, ready to burst. "Oh you're brilliant, so so… Ung!"

Her juices flood around his cock as she lets out a cry of ecstasy, pulling him to the brink along with her as he fills her to the brim.

Soon both were resting and satisfied. Quinnella rested her head on his chest moving her fingers over his chest fur while he had one arm around her waist.

"Was it good?" she asked.

"Amazing…" Basil answered. "You fairies seem to know these kinds of things…"

"We have animals in Neverland." Quinnella chuckles. "We know how they mate…" she says before starting to kiss his neck. As much as he enjoys it, he stops her by getting up to sit.

"Quinnella, listen…" he says. "We can't be like this. You'll soon return back to Neverland…"

"Not if I…" Quinnella gets up while holding a blanket over her body.

"No Quinnella, listen!" Basil interrupts her as he takes hold of her shoulder. "Fall will arrive soon and neverfairies will change the season. That's when you must return back.

"But I could return later when…"

"No! You can't stay in winter." Basil said. "According to Elizabeth, if you stay for winter, your wings will freeze and break up." Quinnella looks shocked to hear that. How could she forget? There was a similar case in Pixie Hollow, it's what kept… Queen Clarion and Lord Milory apart. If her wings break, she won't ever be able to fly again.

Basil lifted her chin gently so she could look at him. "You know what I'm referring to?" He asks. She nods sadly before he pulls her into a lovable embrace. Some tears fall from her eyes as he holds her close. "I'm doing this to protect you, you know that." He says gently.

"Can I… can I then… have this night … with you?" She asked as she looked at him.

There was no need for any answer as they shared another passionate kiss and lay down on the bed. Little they knew that two eyes were spying on them through the window.

Sometime later somewhere in the sewers….

It didn't take long before there was a loud roar of rage coming from the old barrel. It was Ratigan who had just heard the news from Fidget. All the minions run and hide who knows where as the rat raged tearing almost the whole place apart. Not only has his arch-nemesis taken away his bride, but also slept with her! He! With her!

Fidget hid behind the huge coins and diamonds as Ratigan kept raging on. In a few more minutes Ratigan had calmed down and sat on his throne. Fidget comes from his hideout to him.

"All good, boss?" Fidget asked.

"No, It's NOT all good! That blasted detective has my bride!" Ratigan shouts. "He is planning to keep her to himself and please his desires. She is MINE!"

"I don't think he can… by what I heard." Fidget said.

"What?"

"I heard him say that she must return before winter." Fidget explains.

"Return? As in back to the…?" Ratigan points to the Star. "Why?"

"I heard it has something to do with her wings, boss." Fidget said.

Now Ratigan got interested. "Tell me more."

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AN: Oh no, what Ratigan is up to? I like to thank princessquinnella with the "mature" part. I'm not good writing it. I hope to continue this soon as possible.