Thank you for your patience. This was a tricky chapter for me and I took an extra long time on it because of that... I promise future chapters will come faster.

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Her senses had been dulled by her long depression. As they came roaring back to her they became so sharp that they cut her like a thousand blades. He was everywhere. Her fingers clumsily dug into the leather of his doublet. She was hot, she was cold, but more than anything she was hungry, hungry for something just out of her grasp. His hand cupped her face and his hook dug into her hip as he held her tightly. Hook's well-chosen words had brought her back from the dead and she was now pouring every emotion she had stifled for these long months into this moment. She hated and loved this man and would make sure he felt every ounce of both.

She was aware of moving back and then gasped as her back slammed into the aft mast. The captain took advantage of her surprise slipping his tongue into her mouth. Wendy sighed at his new assault and slid her arm around his neck to urge him on. He would not be gentle with her and she was glad of it. She wanted the pain as much as she wanted the pleasure. The fingers of his hand wound into her hair roughly tilting her head so that he might press his lips to her throat. The shadow of his beard scratched at her soft skin. When his teeth grazed her jawline she moaned. Bolstered by her obvious enjoyment he bit her hard just below her ear. The sob of pleasure it brought from Wendy caused him to gouge his hook into the wood behind them. He tore at the wood and pressed himself against her. His attraction to her was obvious, it caused a bloom of color to come to Wendy's ivory cheeks.

He ran his hand roughly from her neck down her chest to cup the swell of breast. Wendy's skin burned like a star. Her nipple strained against the thin fabric of her nightgown and she could feel herself grow damp as his skilled mouth and hand explored her.

"Say it Wendy. Tell me what you want." He whispered harshly between kisses.

Her eyes which had closed fluttered open to stare into his. At this intimate distance the color reminded Wendy of the ice bobbing in the water. So it would not be water she downed in tonight, but him.

"You." She whispered.

It was all the permission he needed. He lifted her into his arms and strode down the steps to his cabin. The speed of his movements only added to her breathlessness she was practically panting when he kicked the heavy door open and set her on her feet just over the threshold. Muttering and cursing to himself in the darkness he bolted the door and made his way to the far end of the room to light a pair of candles on his desk. The small flames that provided the only source of light made him look as dangerous as Wendy remembered him from her youth. Wendy could feel her heart hammering in her chest. She had crossed a threshold when they entered his cabin. She would not leave this space the same as she had entered it.

His eyes never left hers as he removed his vest and shirt. He stripped the vestiges of refinement and elegance he wore like a mask and cast them onto the oak flooring. There they lay as forgotten as his opulent coat on deck. The years of working his ship had sculpted his body into ropes of hard muscle and sinew. His career had left their own marks, scars and tattoo were littered across his skin. The largest and most ornate of the tattoos was her name etched into his skin across his heart. A small piece of her heart chipped at this. She had known his feelings for her but to see the truth of them, written in ink for all to see constricted her heart. She would never deserve the depth of his feelings, but she could give him her body, that could be her gift.

He watched the emotions play on her face. He would never again watch something as breathtaking as seeing her make the choice to stay here with him. She was not confident, no, she was much too innocent for that. She had been unconsciously wringing her hands together as he undressed. As urgent as his desire was for her he would not rush this. Something this sweet he would have to savor. He came to her slowly. Taking the time to appreciate the way her body trembled as he kissed her. Fear and anticipation raced through her like a drug. He lifted her again this time lifting her legs around his hips. He moved them to his bed and pushed her back into the silken sheets.

He raised his hook to gently stroke her cheek. It was such a tender gesture with such a violent thing Wendy's breath caught in her chest. He ran the dull edge of the blade along her jaw, down her throat to catch the tip of the hook on the neckline of her dress. With deliciously gradual movements his hook tore through the fabric like tissue paper. Only when he reached the junction of her thighs did he allow the metal to touch her skin. Her head fell back as heat pooled in her belly. Such a small pressure, but one that caused the blood to thunder in her ears.

He sat her up and brushed the ruined material from her shoulders baring her before him. Though she was nude she could not find it itself to feel embarrassed or ashamed. The yearning that burned in his expression erased any want for modesty. Brave she reached between them to work at the fastenings on his trousers. Feeling her sudden urgency he kicked his boots from his feet as her timid hands worked at his belt. Unfastening the last of the buttons he helped her slide the leather from her hips and he kicked the boots and pants into a pile on the floor along with her tattered nightdress.

Her trembling hands ran down his abdomen and then along the length of his pulsing manhood. She was fascinated and terrified. She had no experience in what she was about to do but she was certain that her Captain would cause many a man jealously. She deliberately explored him, her unease turning to excitement as her ministrations caused him to moan and pump himself into her hands. No sooner had she felt she was learning what he enjoyed that he stilled her hands. He pressed down against her and she steeled herself for what she thought would come next.

"My turn, my beauty." He whispered shakily.

He gave her no time to contemplate his words as his mouth moved to ravage her breasts. His hand slid across her body to her core. He stroked her and she jumped at the bolt of lightning that shot through her. It was too much. He kissed and bit at her nipples while rubbing at her apex. Her breath was coming in short puffs when he slipped a finger into her. She moaned at the sudden fullness that was foreign but divine.

She was wet, moaning and writhing beneath him. It had almost as much effect on him as her tentative explorations had. He needed her, it would hurt her, but pain could be as satisfying too. He removed his hand and positioned himself over her. He rubbed himself against her, thrilling at her heat. She would not be his first virgin, but she was his only Wendy. Never in his long life had he felt for anyone as he did for her. He was suddenly unsure of himself. He paused over her, his indigo eyes were piercing even in the half light of the cabin. He had coveted the idea of this moment so long that he was having difficulty believing she was finally here, willingly giving herself to him. She could see the question written on this face, even now he gave her a choice, a chance to flee. Her response was a kiss so heated with certainty it burned away any hesitation.

They were locked in this kiss as her thrust into her. She cried out and clawed at his shoulders as pain tore through her. He held her tightly and murmured into her ear words that seemed miles away. Slowly the shock lessened and she loosened her grip. His control raged against his desire but his care for her won out and he began to move slowly. Pain had changed to discomfort and was melting into different kind of ache. She felt that they were racing toward a destination that she could not fathom. He reached above them and sunk his hook into the wooden headboard of his bed. He would not risk harming her when he lost himself. She wrapped her legs around his hips craving more. His restraint was hanging by a thread as he pushed himself into her with increasing speed and depth. Heat began to seep from her center down her limbs, she was balancing on the edge of a blade but found herself scared to fall. Seeing the frustration on her face Hook reached between them to stroke her. His fingertips found her and she shattered.

"James!" She screamed, it was the only word that mattered through her waves of bliss.

Hearing her say his name for the first time was his undoing. Giving a guttural cry he emptied himself into her. They held onto each other as their hearts gradually slowed. Dislodging himself from her and his hook from his much abused headboard he rolled to his back gathering her in his arms. He tilted her chin to him and took a moment to admire how beautiful she looked with her flushed cheeks and bright eyes. He kissed her tenderly and she rewarded him with a drowsy smile. Cuddling into him Wendy fell asleep content for the first time in months. Hook lay contemplating the ceiling waiting for his overflowing heart to burst.

Morning came slowly to Neverland that day. The weak winter sun filtered through the thick curtains in Hook's cabin giving the only light. The candles long since quenched in their own wax. Captain James Hook had not needed much light to see in a very long time and was now using the dimness to study the girl that slept on his chest.

She sighed and burrowed closer to him, her fingers splayed across his chest, his heart constricted. He loved her, he could not think of a request she might have that he would deny her. And while he knew she cared for him as well he could not help feeling that his time with Wendy was borrowed. Somehow, he knew she would not stay. He sighed sadly, delicately brushing away a lock of hair blocking his view of her face. Well, all he could do was enjoy every moment she decided to stay. Perhaps he might yet convince her that she belonged with him. With that thought in his mind he brought his lips to hers to wake her in the best way he was able.

Hours later they lay in each other's arms again, desire finally quenched. Hook was propped into a half sitting position while Wendy slowly tracing the tattoo bearing her name with her fingertip.

"I want one." She murmured only half meaning to say it out loud.

"I beg your pardon?" He asked genuinely surprised.

"Well why not?" She smiled. "I have been a pirate for the better portion of half a year now. And all of your men have them."

"You are certainly not one of my MEN." He teased. "Do you really want a tattoo?"

Growing serious Wendy looked up at him. "Yes, I do."

"Then you shall have one."