Here's a long one for yall-please R&R

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"Oy Wendy! There you be, girl, finally!" Someone grabbed her arms and held them behind her back and another man forced her up against the wall, his hand covering her mouth roughly. She tried to fight back but the man gripped her face too tightly. She felt hands roughly push up her dress and grip her thighs. The man knocked her to the ground and another held her hands over her head. She fought and screamed while the man fumbled with his trousers.

"Come on Wendy, you know you want it. You're a hussy, after all." She tossed her head violently and the man ripped her dress off. She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see this man any longer. She had been taken against her will numerous times and had submitted her body even more than that. And still, every time, she felt tears stain her face. Try as she might, she could not stop them from flowing. She waited with baited breath for the man to thrust into her but nothing happened. She heard grunts and the sounds of struggle and the man who held her wrists let her go. She opened her eyes and gasped. The young man who had rescued her from the jail had the man by the throat and was punching him in the stomach. The other two men jumped on the lad and attempted to take him down but Peter grabbed his dagger from his belt and pointed it at them threateningly. His eyes caught the woman's and he beckoned for her to get behind him. Crossing her arms over her chest, she hurried to hide behind him and he shielded her from view.

"Wendy, my darling, come back with us and have some fun. You know we was only playing." Peter frowned and glanced at the woman cowering behind him. The name he heard sparked something inside him. A look of comprehension dawned on his face and he turned back to the men, fire in his eyes.

"You all deserve to rot in jail but I wager you have families at home that need supporting. So I'll be merciful and leave you be, something you would not have done for this young woman. I'll forget I ever saw you and I don't expect to see you harassing any more women ever again. Understand me?" The men did not answer but backed away from Peter, their hands raised in surrender while giving Peter a deadly glare. Peter turned to the young woman and blushed, realizing she was still naked. He quickly took off his shirt and vest and wrapped the shirt around her shoulders. Her eyes locked on his rippled chest and her eyes drifted up his body to his eyes. They were a blazing blue and reminded her of someone she had once known. Peter offered her his hand, which she took and he lifted her onto Darling's back.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Well for starters, I want to get you off the street, Miss Jill. But I'm taking you to get some new clothes and some food. You look like you haven't eaten in days." He jumped up behind her and clicked the reigns. His arms rested on either side of her and they itched to touch her. He was almost positive he knew who she was but he had to be 100% sure before he revealed himself. She obviously had not recognized him. He knew he had changed quite a bit. However, as time had treated him well, it had not been good for her. His heart ached at how defeated she looked.

Neither said a word on the ride home and Peter led Darling into the stable and helped her down. He led her up into the hayloft and spread a blanket out for her.

"Sleep awhile and I'll bring you back some food and a dress. I'm afraid my shirt will have to do for now." His hand tentatively reached up to her face and pushed a strand of hair out of her eyes. She did not push him away, her eyes locked on his face, her mouth slightly opened in surprise. He pulled his hand away quickly and climbed back down the ladder, leaving her to spread out and fall asleep quickly.

Peter glanced down the hallway to check if anyone was coming. He felt horrible stealing from his mistress but he couldn't tell them he had brought an accused woman home with him and that he was hiding her in the barn. He made it down to the hallway to Mr. and Mrs. Goldberg's bedroom and as his hand rested on the doorknob, he heard Victoria's sweet voice.

"Peter, what are you doing in Mummy and Daddy's bedroom?" Peter's head leaned forward to touch the wood, defeated.

"Victoria…I need your help."

Peter waited on his bed, biting his lip. Victoria would tell her parents, he just knew she would. But she returned in no time, a simple dress thrown over her arm. She handed it to Peter and he took it, giving her a grateful smile.

"You sure she won't miss this?"

"You should see Mummy's closet, she has lots of them. Besides if your friend doesn't have anything to wear, she would be happy to give it to her."

"Yes but we're not saying anything to your parents yet, Tori. Just give me some time, I promise I will tell them soon." Victoria stuck a finger to her lips and winked at him.

"Mum's the word, Peter."

Peter set down the basket of food and the dress and watched the young woman sleep. Even seeing how filthy she was, he now knew exactly who she was and felt a rushing feeling of love and longing for her. He wondered how he hadn't recognized her when he first saw her. Playing with the chain around his neck, he wondered how he even could have forgotten about her. His Wendy. The love of his life, sold by Hook. What life had done to her. He gazed upon her body, which was half covered by his shirt. She looked so beaten and used that his heart throbbed. She had lost that glow that she had always possessed. But something caught his eye that made him grin broadly. The acorn, his kiss, was still around her neck. He couldn't believe she still wore it and he watched her sleep on. His shirt only covered part of her flesh and her tantalizing thighs peeked out at him. He bit his lip, forcing himself to remain the gentleman that he was and to respect her privacy. Stepping back, he realized it wasn't just Wendy. He had forgotten his life. Who he was. Hook had made him forget everything! He had started to grow, as all boys must and he forgot about Neverland. Most importantly though, he forgot about Wendy. How could he have forgotten it all? He couldn't understand it. So what if Hook made him his prisoner and tortured him for months? Nothing should make him forget her. Nothing. He softly stroked her hair, as he once had and she stirred in her sleep. He withdrew his hand quickly, not wanting to startle her. She hadn't recognized him either. Perhaps the trauma in their lives had made them forget and block out certain parts of their lives. Wendy opened her eyes slowly and Peter came into her view.

"I drew you a bath in the water basin down below. Afraid it's not very fancy but I thought you might like to clean up. Here's a clean dress for you to change into and I've brought you some food too. Did you sleep well?"
"Too well, I think. I always have the same dream, no matter where I am and for a moment I'm…happy."

"What do you dream of?"

"A boy who flies," she said simply.

"Flies?"

"A beautiful boy, he is. He soars through the sky and holds me close and makes me forget." She quickly looked at him, aware she had said too much and looked back at the floor. Peter's heart soared but he said nothing. He merely grinned and kept his eyes averted as she climbed down and into the basin. He heard her sigh deeply as she soaked. He spread the food out on the blanket like a picnic and turned around when he heard her climb back up. The sight of her took his breath away. Now that she was clean, he could see traces of the old Wendy. Her hair had grown longer and was still that beautiful honey color. Her skin was pink from the hot water and Mrs. Goldberg's dress hung loosely on her thin frame. Her blue eyes were clouded and faded but Peter still thought she was the most beautiful creature on earth. Her mouth watered at all of the delicious foods Peter had brought and she sank to her knees and dug right in. It panged him to see how skinny she had become. It was clear she had had a hard life since she had been taken from him. He continued to stare at her and she didn't notice until she was finished eating.

"Why do you stare?"

"You're beautiful," was his reply. Wendy nodded and looked down at herself. She started to unlace her dress and Peter's mouth went dry. Unashamedly, she pulled her dress off over her head and knelt right in front of him. His eyes went wide at her boldness and he leaned back as far as he could.

"I suppose you'll be wanting some payment for all you have done, sir. I'm afraid this is all I have to offer. But it does seem to satisfy most men so please take my body in return for your generosity." Peter's jaw dropped at her words. He shook his head and put her dress back in her hands.

"Please redress, dear lady, for I ask for nothing. And I would never ask for something you so unwillingly offer." Although his eyes briefly traveled over her tiny body, remembering how she had once belonged to him, longing to be joined with her once again, he tore his eyes away and focused them on her face. Her eyes were wide at his actions and she hesitantly put her dress back on. Her eyes remained locked on his and they were confused.

"Your eyes…so blue. Like the ocean. They remind me of someone…" Peter knelt in front of her and took her hands in his own. Again, she didn't pull away.

"Wendy," he said softly and she yanked her hands away, gasping.

"I'm sorry, you must be mistaken—"

"Wendy, look at me. Look into my eyes. Tell me you know who I am."

"I am certain I have never met a Peter Waters before—" His hand cupped her chin and gasping, she looked up into his eyes. His fingers brushed across her lips and hovered in the corner of her mouth, where her kiss had once been.

"Your hidden kiss used to be here. Until you gave it to me." Her eyes widened even more, her mouth opening but no words came out. She tried to look away but Peter held her chin, gently but firmly.

"Wendy, just look at me. Remember me. Please." His eyes drifted down to where the acorn lay hidden under her dress and his fingers grazed it. Looking down, he brought her hand to his chest, where the thimble rested against his heart. She let out a fluttering gasp when she grasped it, tears welling up in her eyes. Peter looked back up at her and smiled. The thimble and acorn seemed to emit a radiant glow from the two lovers' chests.

"Our kisses," he said softly.

"Peter Pan," she said slowly, almost in a whisper. The sound of his name, something he had not heard for ages, made something erupt inside him and he leaned forward and captured her mouth. His hands went to her wet hair and she moaned into his mouth. Wanting to feel her soft flesh again, he pulled the dress over her head and flung it aside. She made quick work of the buttons on his shirt and threw it over the edge of the loft. Peter hastily lowered her to her back and hovered over her body. Wendy went weak at the sight of the glorious body above her and for some reason, she blushed and crossed her arms across her chest.

"I've changed, Peter. You know what sort of life Hook sentenced me too. Marco forced me to do things that would horrify you. And I have lived the life of a whore since then. I don't deserve someone as perfect as you. You deserve someone who is untainted and untouched." He cupped her chin and shook his head at her.

"You are the most perfect being on this earth and are the only one for me. I don't care if a hundred men called you theirs, you will always belong to me. I don't ever want anyone but you." Adoration in her eyes, she pulled his face down to hers and swallowed his kisses frantically. Her hands gently stroked his rippled abs and caressed his body. He shivered at her touch and his hands traveled over her soft curves, stopping to pause over her mounds. He hesitated, seeing welts and bruises covering her pale flesh. He looked sadly into her eyes and bit his lip. Wendy suddenly remembered their first time together, how innocent and afraid he had looked then.

"Wendy, I don't want to hurt you—"

"Forget it, Peter. Make me yours again. Make me forget everything but you. Please." Her longing for him made him feel even more vulnerable. He leaned down to kiss her again, this time sliding his tongue past her lips and join hers in a furious dance. Not breaking their kiss, she reached down and had his trousers off in seconds. Peter settled between her legs and not wasting any time, thrust into her. She threw her head back, her eyes closed as her legs wrapped around his thighs, bringing him in deeper. His arms were on either side of her, supporting him as he quickened his thrusts. Her nails raked down his back and he threw his head back in pleasure. Wanting to feel her even closer, he pulled out only for a moment and sat back, leaning against the wall and bringing Wendy up with him, settling her on his lap. They both moaned deeply as she was impaled on him, wrapping her legs tightly around his back. Peter kissed her neck and shoulders, groaning as they joined together once again. The feeling was incredible, Peter knew although she had been forced to pleasure many men, that she wanted this. And of course he wanted her.

"God I've missed you," he whispered and she responded by devouring his mouth hungrily. He bucked his hips forward, thrusting up and she met his thrusts with yearning. Throwing her head back, her long hair cascading down her back, Peter was given a perfect view of her body and he worshipped her with his tongue. He sucked at her breast while he thrust into her, thanking the stars he had found her again. They had found one another and he would never let her go now. He felt whole again, like the pieces had finally come into place. She shuddered as she reached her peak and with one final thrust, they came together. She rested her head on his arms, her damp hair spread out over his shoulder. He held her close to him, his fingers running gently up and down her back.

"I can't believe you found me," she said in a muffled voice. He pulled her away from him so he could look into her eyes.

"I told you I would always find you. I will never leave you, Wendy. I love you." Wendy's eyes widened at the words. It was the first time he had ever said it to someone and she didn't think she would ever hear it come out of his mouth. He smiled at her surprise and kissed her again.

"I should have told you every day, Wendy, I love you so much, I have always loved you. Your love has saved me so many times and it has protected me over the years. Even when I completely forgot who I was, your face brought me back and made me remember everything. I love you, Wendy Darling."

"I love you too," she said in a trembling voice, tears streaming down her face. He wiped them away with his thumb and kissed her again. Settling down on the blanket, he pulled her into his arms and the two lovers slipped off to a peaceful sleep, clinging to one another as if their lives depended on it.