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Straight on Til Morning	By : LuluPopalot Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 5319 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The bath was finished in silence as Laura turned the new bit of information over in her mind. She had thought for a long time that she didn’t want children. She knew she was too selfish to give up her own time to devote herself to a baby. Besides, it had been years since she had been in a long term relationship, so the question hadn’t come up in quite a while.
But she always thought she’d have the option. And now that the option was gone, she didn’t know how to feel about it. Part of her was glad she didn’t have to resort to some primitive form of birth control while in Neverland. And definitely glad she didn’t have to be the one to invent the tampon. Cecilia had explained that, as far as she could figure, women went sterile because the aging process slowed considerably in Neverland, and some people seemed to not age at all. Cecilia herself had no idea how old she really was. And since not growing old was the same as not growing, it seemed Mother Nature had taken care of the problem women would have carrying a baby to term.
So in the plus column, we have staying young, Laura thought as Cecilia dried her body. And in the minus column, we have no babies.
‘Now let’s get you dressed, miss,’ Cecilia said, breaking into Laura’s thoughts as she wrapped a white garter belt around her bare waist.
‘Kinky,’ Laura muttered as Cecilia fastened the garment and then slipped a thin chemise over her head. Cecilia gestured to a small chair, and then helped Laura into her stockings, clipping them into the garter belt.
Laura frowned when Cecilia came towards her with a very stiff corset.
‘I really have to wear that?’ Laura asked, eyeing the tortuous looking garment.
‘Yes, miss,’ Cecilia said, slipping it over the other woman’s arms. ‘All ladies wear them.’
Laura gasped as Cecilia began to lace the corset tightly behind her. ‘Can I not be a lady, then?’
Cecilia chuckled as she finished tying the corset, and then came around to admire her work, adjusting the chemise to show the ample cleavage she had created.
Just then, Miranda flounced into the room. ‘My, what a lovely figure you had hidin’ under those horrible clothes!’ she said, clutching her hands to her breast. ‘Now, what plans do you have for dining this evening?’
‘The captain informed me that I would dining with him at his house this evening,’ Laura said wryly, still a bit ill from Hook’s early manner.
The two other women gasped and shared a look.
Laura looked at them both, confused. ‘What? Is his house horrible or haunted or have a torture chamber or something?’
‘I’m sure I wouldn’t know,’ Miranda said haughtily. ‘But I do know that he hasn’t let a lady step a boot in that house in ages. He usually just has his women sent to the ship.’
‘His women?’ Laura asked cooly, arching an eyebrow.
‘Yeah, he’ll have one of the girls from the tavern brought to his cabin, then sends em back the same night,’ Miranda said as she took Laura by the shoulders and sat her down. ‘But you must be something special, havin’ dinner at his lordship’s house.’
‘I wouldn’t say that,’ Laura started, but was quickly interrupted.
‘I would!’ Miranda said, brushing the tangles out of Laura’s hair. ‘He’s havin’ you fitted like a lady, is havin’ you brought to his house. All that after he rescued you from the sea!’
‘He has been really nice,’ Laura said, warming at her own memories of the captain.
‘Then ye must be special,’ Miranda said as she set down the brush and regarded Laura with her hands on her hips. ‘Because I’ve heard Cap’n Hook called a lot of things, but never has anyone called him nice!’ All three women laughed at that. Then Miranda told Cecilia to pin up Laura’s hair while she finished making some adjustment to her dresses.
‘Were you really rescued by the cap’n?’ Cecilia asked breathlessly. Laura told the young woman about her rescue from the ocean and her time on the ship, carefully editing out some of the racier bits. By the end of her tale, Cecilia had Laura’s hair pinned in coils all over her head, and had applied a bit of make up to her face.
Cecilia led Laura to the fitting room where Miranda was quickly hemming a red skirt.
‘That gown’s finished,’ she said, gesturing quickly. ‘Go on and try it on.’
Laura’s fingers trailed over the green velvet as Cecilia helped her into the gown. As uncomfortable as she was in the corset, she had to admit it made her waist look tiny and her bosom heave like she was in a romance novel. The sleeves were fitted to her elbow, then belled out in froths of ivory lace.
‘This is really lovely, Miranda,’ Laura said after Cecilia had her laced firmly into the dress.
‘And once yer hair is done-up, you’ll look like a proper lady,’ Miranda said, smiling at her before returning to her work.
An hour more, and Laura was back on the cart seated beside Smee. She had laughed at the old man’s reaction to her new appearance as he gaped, speechless.
‘I clean up good, huh?’ she said, pinching him on the arm. Smee had blushed and mumbled what she assumed was an agreement as he led her to the cart. After loading the small trunk Miranda had given her with some plainer clothes inside, he pulled himself up beside her, and they were off as Laura waved to her two new friends.
She immediately felt bad for Smee, who spent most of the ride giving threatening looks to the men who stopped in the road to throw cat-calls and whistles their way. Laura tried to look straight ahead, but couldn’t help the occasional smirk. Her thoughts, however, were mostly concerned with the man she was on her way to see.
Her stomach fluttered with nerves. After her proposition last night, and his behavior this morning, she had no idea what would happen at dinner. Or after dinner. She didn’t even know what she wanted to happen.
Liar, the voice in her head said. You know exactly what you want to happen.
Shut up, she thought back. I’m trying to be Sensible-Girl, not Immediate-Gratification-Girl.
What fun is that, the voice questioned.
I thought I thought you should shut up?
If inner voices can smirk, Laura was pretty sure hers did.
Laura remained engaged in her inner argument until they reached Hook’s house. For a moment, she sat in awe as Smee hurried around the side of the cart to help her down. She had never tried to imagine what the captain’s home would look like. If she had, she would not have pictured the large but cozy looking structure in front of her. Ivy grew up one side of the stone wall, allowing the large picture window to peer through the greenery. On the other side, the wooden slates were grey with weathering, giving the home a smoky look. She felt like one of the Dashwood’s arriving to tea in the country as she let Smee lead her up the large stone steps to the massive front door.
‘I’ll let the cap’n know you’re here,’ Smee said, leaving her to look around the large foyer. She hardly had time to take in the room before Smee had returned with the captain.
‘Smee, have you no manners?’ Hook said. ‘Take the lady’s cloak!’ His voice was light, but she saw his eyes darken as his eyes took in her exposed flesh. Laura felt her pulse quicken and flushed lightly.
Once his eyes had traveled back up to meet hers, they never left as he stepped forward to take her hand.
‘You look exquisite, Miss Laura,’ he murmured as he bowed to place a kiss on her hand.
‘Thank you,’ she managed, even as she noted that he had not released her hand.
‘I was hoping you would join me for a turn about the garden,’ he said.
‘I would be delighted,’ she said, smiling.
‘Excellent,’ he said, giving her a small smile in return. ‘Mr. Smee!’ he called to the man who had just returned from storing her cloak. ‘You may return to the ship. I shall return in the morning and I’ll expect everything to be in proper order when I return.’
‘Yes cap’n!’ the older man said before giving a quick salute and rushing out the door.
Laura shook her head as she took Hook’s offered arm. ‘Do you really have to shout at him like that?’
Hook shrugged. ‘He wouldn’t have it any other way.’
Laura continued to shake her head, struck by his nonchalance.
He led her through to the back of the house, and into the sprawl of the gardens.
‘This is beautiful,’ she said, tightening her grip on his arm. Flowers and bushes grew in wild tangles on either side of the walkway, filling the air with heady sweetness.
‘I’ve always allowed it to grow as it wished,’ he said. ‘I have an appreciation for things that are both beautiful and untamed.’
For the second time, she found herself warming under his intense gaze, and looked away, speechless.
They walked in silence, Laura stopping here and there to smell the exotic flowers.
‘I can see your time today was well spent,’ he said, gesturing to her attire.
‘I think Miranda and Cecilia were just glad to have someone new to play dress-up with,’ Laura said.
‘You’re quite lovely when dressed properly,’ he said a bit loftily.
‘I’ll have you know that what I was wearing when you fished me out of the ocean is considered perfectly acceptable where I’m from,’ she said, matching his haughty tone.
‘If that is the case, I should like to make a visit to Charleston in the very near future,’ he said.
‘You and me both,’ Laura muttered as she dropped her eyes.
Hook stopped and faced her, a sorrowful expression on his face. ‘Miss Laura, I’m deeply sorry for being so inconsiderate.’
‘It’s alright,’ she said. ‘You didn’t mean anything by it. It’s just that…’ she trailed off as she walked on without him.
‘It’s so easy to pretend this isn’t real,’ she continued, ‘that I’m going to wake up at any second in my bed at home.’ She stopped and turned back to face Hook. ‘It’s weird knowing that I’ll never be back there again.’
Hook slowly came forward and took her hands in his. ‘I am sorry for all you’ve been through,’ he said. ‘But I give you my oath that I will endeavor to make your time here as pleasant as possible.’
‘I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done for me already,’ she said, squeezing his hand.
‘Your pleasure will be all the thanks I need,’ he said as he pulled her hand to his lips while Laura watched, transfixed by both the words and the action.
'Keep talking like that and we won't make it to dinner,' she said, laughing a bit nervously at his intensity.
'Last night you weren't so concerned about....dinner,' he said as he placed his hand on her waist. 'Or was that just the rum talking?'
Laura thrilled that she could feel the heat of his hand through the multiple garments she wore, and had to concentrate on what Hook said, instead of his lips as they spoke.
'The rum was doing the talking,' she managed. 'But I was doing the thinking.'
'And what are you thinking now?' he murmured into her ear. Laura shuddered.
'This,' she said before pressing her lips against his. Hook was quick to return the kiss, pulling her against him as she moaned into his mouth. Standing on her toes, Laura wrapped her arms around his neck, needing to get closer to him.
She felt his need pressing against her hip before Hook released a guttural growl. Breaking the kiss, he bent and scooped her up.
Breathless, Laura just looked up at his face for a moment. A shiver of fear and excitement coursed through her at the fierceness of his blue eyes, and the determined set of his jaw.
'What are you doing?'
'What I've wanted to do since fishing you out of the ocean,' he said, not looking down at her as he entered the house.
'What about dinner?' she asked, clutching him tighter as he mounted the steps to the second floor.
'Sod dinner,' he growled.
Laura couldn't help but let a little shriek as he kicked in a door. Entering the room, he kicked the door shut behind him, strode to the bed and then set her on her feet.
'Captain,' she started.
'James,' he corrected as he dropped his coat to the floor.
'James,' she said before he spun her around to face the large four poster bed. She felt a pull, heard a tear, and then her dress was hanging loosely around her. When he turned her back to face him, she saw the remains of the laces for her dress hanging from his hook.
Before she could react, he pulled her against him again, claiming her mouth as the dress pooled around her feet. Some tiny part of her was screaming for her to stop this even as her hands found the top of his trousers and loosened them.
The look in his eyes as he flung her to the bed told her that, even if she wanted to, there would be no stopping now.
He looked at her for a moment, his fiery gaze searing every inch of her exposed flesh. Then he was upon her. His lips found the pulse point at the base of her neck as his fingers grazed the tops of her breasts. She moaned and arched beneath him, longing for more contact. He shifted to the side as his mouth dropped to replace his fingertips and his hand drifted downward, tracing the dip of her waist, running along the bottom of her corset before running along the inside of her leg. Slipping beneath the fabric of her shift, he danced his fingers back up her other leg. He reclaimed her mouth just as his fingers brushed along the skin at the top of her stockings.
Laura gasped and panted as his hand made its way slowly to the junction of her legs, and moaned as he ran one finger along her slit. She felt his lips smirk as she tried to push into his hand. He obliged her unspoken request and plunged a finger into her wetness. They both groaned at the new friction, and he added another digit as she bit down on his lip. She angled her hips so the palm of his hand rubbed against her sensitive nub, and she threw her head back against the pillow as she felt the warmth quickly pooling in her lower stomach.
She huffed with impatience when he removed his hand and moved off her. Her disappointment was replaced with pleasure as Hook grabbed her waist, and pulled her to the edge of the bed so her legs hung halfway off the bed. He shoved her shift up to her waist and positioned himself between her legs.
His lips demanded hers again as he positioned the head of his member against her opening. Laura turned her head to catch a breath, and saw his hook inches from her face. The sight sent a spark through her and she arched just as he entered her. She cried out as his girth stretched her and his length hit places that hadn’t been touched in far too long.
Her nails tore at his back through his shirt as he plunged into her again and again. His hair created a black curtain around her face, and she thrust her fingers into it so she could see his face. Seeing the passion in his blazing blue eyes pushed her over the edge and she called out, hooking her ankles behind his thighs to pull him in deeper. Feeling her pulse around him sent Hook into his own climax and he groaned as he spilled into her.
They lay panting for several minutes, her fingers still in the tangle of his hair as he lay against her breast.
‘So much for taking our time, huh?’ she said breathlessly.
Hook looked up quickly, but when he saw she was smiling, relaxed.
‘My dear Miss Laura,’ he purred, ‘that was simply round one.’

*I thought about splitting that up into 2 chapters, but the Holiday Spirit came upon me, so to speak, and I decided to give you a bit of a treat. Or I hope you treated.
Sorry for the long delay. I've been actually having to work at work.
Happy Holidays!
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