Embracing Darkness | By : pegasus2704 Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 11148 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The day passed relatively quickly, and Wendy changed into the blue gown for dinner. She knew that she would have to remain emotionally distant this time, but somewhere inside she was fearful of her ability to do so. When Hook appeared that night with dinner, she remained sitting in the corner, and pretended to still be angry with him. She hoped that his desire for a challenge would overcome his good senses.
"Well well, still sullen I see." Wendy ignored him, but rose to take her place at the table. Hook chuckled under his breath, amused at her show of residual anger. He served her, and then lifted an eyebrow when she stabbed her fork into a piece of the food, and then let it fall sideways. "Not particularly hungry I see? I guess your appetite lies with more, how should i say, important things." Wendy stood up quickly, the chair scraping loudly behind her. Because Hook was now seated, she looked down on him for her position at the end of the table. "You sir are a pig!" Hook only laughed at her explosion. "No my beauty, I am a man. Need I remind you of that again?" Her face flushed at his obvious meaning. She stalked towards him, picked up his wine goblet and flung its contents at him, too angry to speak. She then turned to stalk off across the room, but was stopped by a firm grip on her upper arm. "Unhand me at once sir! You do not grab a lady in such a way!" She spit in his face. "Then perhaps it is good that I see no lady, only a hellfire wildcat." Hook said evenly, staring deep into her eyes, daring her to react. The wine was dripping off of his shirt onto the floor. "Then wildcat it is!" Wendy shouted back at him, and swiped at his cheek with her nails. Hook blocked her attack with his iron hook, and grinned back at her. Wendy watched him for any sign that he was relaxing, and the moment he paused to take a deep breath, she swiped with her free hand at the dagger at his belt. She came away with the blade, and mentally congratulated herself on the win. She threw her weight towards him and slashed at him, and he staggered slightly up against the desk, trying to avoid the sharp blade. When she missed his face by inches on the second swipe, he released her arm with his good hand, and grabbed at the wrist of her blade hand. She cried out at the force of his grip, and the blade clattered to the ground. His hooked arm encircled her waist to keep her from grabbing at any other potentially harmful weapons. Wendy struggled up against him, trying to wriggle her way loose of his arm but to no avail. She threw her hip into him to try to force her upper body away from his grasp, but she gained no ground. When she looked back into his eyes, she was surprised and somewhat frightened to see them closed, his breath raspy. "Would you mind not moving in such a way, wench?" He ground out, opening his stormy blue eyes to look at her. Wendy suddenly became aware that he was hard from her struggle, and nearly laughed. "What movements?" She asked venomously as she rubbed her body up against him, eliciting yet another deep breath from the man. "Christ woman, you are vicious." He said to her, then pulled her close and crashed his lips over hers. This was no soft kiss, this was hard and passionate. Wendy cried out slightly at the sudden onslaught and tried to pull away with no luck. Although she was shocked by his sudden reaction, she pressed herself further against him, and he thrust his hips up against hers. She could tell that he was trying not to react, but was failing miserably. Wendy reached her hand down to cup the growing bulge, and was startled at its size. The warmth of her hand caused Hook to groan aloud, and he reached with his good hand to fumble with the buttons on the front of his pants. She joined him in the effort, and soon the pants were completely undone. She reached inside and pulled his manhood out, encircling it with her small hands. Hooks head rolled back and he moaned breathlessly when she started rubbing it up and down. After a moment, his hips started bucking with the movements of her hands, and suddenly Hooks hand was on her own. He stood up and spun so that she was up against the desk, and he lifted her to sit on it. Brazenly he tucked up her skirts while kissing the exposed area on her chest and neck. With his hook, he snagged her undergarments and ripped them off. With ragged breathing, he pulled her towards the edge of the desk and plunged into her. Pounding into her, he soon found his release. The feeling of his hot seed spilling into her while his large member thrust in and out of her shot Wendy into her own climax, and she fell forward onto him. Still embedded inside of her, Hook leaned his head down onto hers, and breathed into her hair until his heartrate slowed. Sweat showed through the upper part of his shirt, and Hook realized that she too was covered in a sheen. Wordlessly, he pulled out of her and moved towards the mirror to clean himself off. He pulled off his sweaty shirt, and became aware of her watching him with hooded eyes. Sadness appeared on her face, and he turned so that he was facing her, although still across the room. Wendy hoped that he could not assume her other purposes. If he believed that she loved him, he would trust her to leave the cabin for brief periods of time. All that she needed was to leave a message for some lost boy to find, to coordinate a time to have Hook off his guard when the boys attacked. Now she simply had to get him to trust her. So she cried. "I..." Hook trailed off, looking deeply embarassed, all bravado gone from his voice. "I don't know what came over me. I should not have taken advantage of you." He stayed at a distance, watching her. "What does it matter anyway? I will never marry, I will never have a family of my own, and I will never grow old among those who love me. What do I care of virtue when living in a land where games and intrigue are all that matter?" Wendy said sadly, trying to control the real tears that bubbled beneath the surface. Unfortunately, she didn’t have to act. Everything she said was real. She lifted her head when she felt a hand on her shoulder, standing her up. When she came face to face with Hook, his large hand resting on her waist while still supporting her, and his awful hook behind her back, tracing gentle circles on the small of her back, she couldnt hide the gentle shiver that moved through her body. "Believe it or not, my beauty, I am sorry that you have been dragged into this mess. Pan has taken your life from you as he took my hand from me, cant you realize that?" Wendy nodded tearily, but inside railed against the fact that her boyhood hero was to blame. It was much easier to take her anger out on the man in front of her. However, her rage was stilled when he kissed her, ever so softly, before leaving the cabin. Wendy sank into the bed, and cried earnestly for all she had lost.While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. 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