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Away from Neverland	By : Rosamund Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Crossovers Views: 11902 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 12: An Island Adventure

Author’s warning: Smut again! This time…well, you’ll see!

Wendy, Hook, Smee, and about a half dozen mates set aboard a small dinghy early the next day. Wendy still did not know anything about the supposed “treasure” that James was looking for, and she noticed that no one else mentioned it, either. She had, however, heard him and Smee discussing it the other night, but once they noticed her presence they shifted the conversation.

Throughout the previous day Wendy had rested and dreamt of the Captain again. She wanted him to kiss her, but didn’t know if he would again.

As the island drew closer, Wendy could not help marvel at its beauty. The shore was full of fresh, hardly touched sand that gleamed in the early morning sunlight. She was thankful that she had worn pants (which James had insisted she cut off at the knee, just like the other pirates), comfortable boots, and a fresh, white shirt. Her hair was pinned up beneath a hat that was very much like those worn by sailors and pirates.

As the small boat came to shore, two men hopped out and started to drag the boat forth. The others also hopped out, and Wendy wasn’t sure what to do. She really didn’t mind getting wet, but the others had taken off their shoes and didn’t mind wading in the water.

Before she made up her mind, the Captain came over and lifted her out of the boat and carried her to shore.

“You really didn’t have to do that,” She said in a teasing voice.

“Ah, but you are still a lady, despite your current state of dress.”

Wendy blushed, but hopped to the ground as soon as they were out of the water. She knelt down and felt the sand run through her fingers. “Just like Neverland.” She sighed. She thought about Peter then, but, not wanting to encounter the Captain’s wrath at this time, said nothing.

Meanwhile the Captain was thinking about the map tucked in his pocket. He knew what it read, and ordered the men and Wendy to follow him. No time was wasted before they were soon hacking their way toward the middle of the jungle.

Somewhere in Neverland

John and Michael woke up early enough, and found themselves lying on the beach in Neverland. They had arrived sometime in the early morning hours, but found no one. The waters around them were crystal clear and there was no sign of the Jolly Roger.

“Well, that’s a good sign.” Michael said once John pointed it out. John looked at him curiously. “At least we know Hook didn’t take her for revenge.”

John nodded in understanding.

“Oi! Who goes there!” A voice called to them from the jungles.

“Tis John and Michael Darling!” John stated, recognizing the voice belonging to one of the lost boys. “We need to see Peter!”

“I am here.” A voice said breaking through the trees. It was Peter.

“Peter!” The two brothers cried out simultaneously. “It’s Wendy!” Michael added. “She’s been taken by Hook!”

Peter scratched his head. “Do I know a Wendy?” It had been far too long since her last visit to Neverland, but not enough for him to forget John and Michael.

“Our sister, you remember, she used to come here, too!” John said trying to convince the boy. It was amazing how after all these years, this was the first time John truly looked at Peter and saw a boy.

“She told stories!” Michael said.

“I remember her!” One of the Lost Boys cried out.

“Mother! She was our mother!” Another one added.

John opened his mouth as if to correct the boy, but realized explanations would be needed, and right now they just needed to help Peter remember. “Peter,” He said after a minute, “You must remember her. When you used to visit us in the nursery?”

“Your sister, yes! I remember! But she grew up…”

“So did we,” John said, then cast a doubtful look at Michael. “But she used to come here, too. The first time you brought us all here there was a huge battle with Hook. He kidnapped her then, too!”

“And now he’s taken her again?” A look of rage crossed Peter’s face, then he got a gleam in his eye. “Then the Jolly Roger shall return!” He then ran off into the jungle leaving everyone and disappeared.

“Where’s he going?” John asked two of the Lost Boys who had now joined him and Michael on the beach. The others were still waiting in the jungle, none of them bothering to follow Peter.

“He went to get Tinkerbell. That’s how he always gets Hook to come back.”

John and Michael gave each other a questioning look. Peter had to make Hook appear?

London

Maddy was thrilled at the museums. She and Regan were viewing some of the finest artworks ever in the Royal Gallery. Her favorites included works by Turner and Constable, and she found that Regan was quite the fan as well. They discussed select pieces and their interpretations of what they meant.

“There, see that?” Regan pointed out to one of Turner’s famous works on the fires of London. “They say that’s really him, pointing out that we like the pretty colors and the tragedy of it.”

“As if we actually enjoy watching the most horrifying events.” Maddy finished for him.

“Yes! You have studied art?”

“Oh, yes! It’s one of my other favorite subjects.”

Regan took her arm as they went to another room which held more historic pieces from the Renaissance period.

A few onlookers stared openly at the couple. Some held admiration for their openness, others scowled.

After a light lunch the two hailed a carriage and went for a walk in Hyde Park.

As they drove near a poor section of the city, Maddy gasped from inside the carriage.

“What is it?” He asked, straining to see what she might have.

“Mr. Craven. With a woman.”

“I thought he might be spending the day…” His words suddenly stopped as he saw the young Craven and the woman.

“I wonder who she is! They said they had no friends in London.” Maddy mused.

“That’s paid companionship.” Regan muttered, clearly outraged. Wasn’t the young man staying with the Darling’s under the pretense of courting Wendy?

“Oh! You mean she’s a…a…”

“A prostitute.” Regan finished for her.

The Island

Wendy hit her face as yet another mosquito landed there and attempted to bite her. She was not thrilled, but the others didn’t seem to mind and so she kept mum as she went along with the group. And she was enjoying herself. The Captain led the front, only allowing one mate with a machete in front of him to cut through their path.

It wasn’t until they neared the rocky boulders leading toward one of the mountains that they saw the storm approaching. The Captain cursed. It was moving quickly, and he knew they had only a little time to find shelter. He paused and looked back. It was still far enough away to start the hunt.

They continued on, after the Captain told them all to be on the lookout for shelter. One man started to climb, saying that he would look for caves, or anything like them. Suddenly the Captain fell onto the ground, holding his head tightly.

“No, not now…” He cried as Wendy was immediately at his side. He knew he could hold it off for a couple of days, three at most. But the urge…the urge once on the Jolly Roger would lead the ships toward another destination, no matter how hard they tried. He got up, waving Wendy off. “I’m fine now.” And nothing more was said of his brief episode.

Back on the ship the men aboard felt the call. Without any words spoken they checked the ship for supplies and got supplies out of the hold. Food and spirits were checked, although once they reached their destination, all would be supplied. It was just the way.

As the Captain got his feet back on the ground he cursed at the mates around him and ordered them all to continue. The man left standing atop a nearby boulder was told to continue but to stay on the west side of the mountain, where the others were making their path below in the jungle.

Wendy said nothing throughout this, but wondered what it all meant. She could see the storm herself, but knew that something else was wrong. Something the Captain didn’t want to share aloud. A look closely resembling fear crossed one of the mate’s face. She knew it wasn’t real fear, but something was most definitely wrong.

London

Later that day Maddy was sad that her delightful outing with Regan was nearing its end. She couldn’t remember the last time she had so much fun. As the carriage made its way toward the Darling estate, she thanked Regan for the time they spent together.

“I’m so glad I made this trip with my sister, even if her companionship isn’t the most engaging.”

Regan laughed. “And I am grateful that young Michael brought you with him. He’s a good lad.”

“Yes, his brother, well, he’s a bit more serious than Michael. I just hope Elizabeth doesn’t break his heart.”

“You seem to care for them in such a short period of time.”

Maddy nodded. “They’re so different…from my own parents, that is. Mum and dad, well, they hardly concern themselves in our affairs. They have plenty of business to attend to. They send me off with Lizzie to make sure she doesn’t cause too much trouble.”

“And what about you? I mean, what about your interests?”

“I think I know when to make my own decisions, when they come first.”

Regan smiled. “Like today?”

Maddy nodded again. “Yes. I do hope to help in this…situation the Darlings have found themselves in. Not that this day meant…I mean…”

Regan took her hand into his. “I think I know what you mean. Maddy, may I call on you again?”

“Yes. I would like that.”

“Tomorrow is Saturday, and there are likely to be many theater events. I often enjoy attending, but do so alone. Would you like to accompany me?”

“Oh, yes!” She answered quite enthusiastically. “I mean, I would like that very much.”

“Very well. Curtain usually goes up at eight. Perhaps I should call on you around six? We could have dinner first.”

“That sounds wonderful.”

“Maddy, in regard to this situation…could you perhaps pass along a message to Mr. Darling for me?”

“What is it?”

“Well, I’m still trying to learn more of the details. I should know more by then. Please tell him I’ll arrive early, and if he’s available perhaps I could meet with him.”

“Is it about Wendy?”

Regan nodded. “Yes. Well, sort of. I’ve come across some information…if you have the chance, please tell them it is regarding the Cravens.”

Maddy frowned. “I do not like them.”

“Aye. You shouldn’t.” He looked out of the window of their carriage. “I see we’re here.”

The carriage stopped and he helped her out and then walked her to the door. “Goodbye, Madeleine.”

She smiled. “Until tomorrow, Detective Regan.”

Earlier That Day On The Island

The location where the treasure was supposedly buried had been found, but by that time the storm was already hitting the beach. Luckily the men had brought the dingy onto shore, so they had confidence that it wouldn’t flow away with the waves. When the rain finally hit them with a force, the Captain, Wendy, and the others fled for safer ground. A couple of men headed straight for a large tree, but quickly scrambled elsewhere once the lightning and thunder started.

The scout had already found several natural shelters amongst the rocky boulders, to which the rest scrambled toward. The Captain headed for one of the caves, but when he looked out he saw Wendy scrambling aimlessly, no doubt trying to decide which would provide the best shelter. He ran out, not minding the harsh winds and hard sleet of rain that pounded his back as he grabbed her and pulled her toward the cave.

By the time he pulled her into safety, she was drenched. While he still wore his heavy jacket, she had somehow discarded hers earlier and her blouse clearly showed her womanly form. She was shivering, but that did not distract the Captain from seeing her breasts through the garment. She was beautiful. But he already knew that.

Scowling from the distraction, he pulled her deeper into the darkness of the cave and attempted to warm her. First he took off his own jacket and brought it around her. He didn’t mind the cold, in fact, he was used to it. But Wendy was clearly not. She kept shivering, and if her coldness continued, she risked hypothermia. Especially since she was still recovering from her last ordeal.

“I thought I told you to find shelter as soon as the storm came.” He yelled at her.

“I…I’m sorry, I just got confused.”

“You should have followed me, or anyone. They know how to keep safe.” Silence fell upon them as lightning came, followed almost immediately by a clap of thunder.

“How…how can I make it stop?” She asked, her teeth chattering.

A gleam appeared in the Captain’s eyes, even in the dark she could see it. “Body heat.” And he kissed her deeply.

Wendy was shocked when she felt his mouth attack hers, his tongue immediately demanding entrance. She complied and was soon lost to the sensations that immediately went through her body. She felt his hands grip her waist underneath the jacket, and before she knew it he yanked her top open with his hook.

His hands felt her cold skin and he made slow circles with his one hand in attempt to warm her. When she didn’t protest, he continued and brought the hand up to cup one breast. Wendy moaned, and traced his lips down her neck, then her collarbone, until finally kissing downward toward her breast.

“Tell me to stop, Wendy, and I will.” He told her.

But she did not want him to stop. She knew it wasn’t right, but then again, who was she to uphold customary values? Had she not lost the right when she accepted his invitation to stay aboard? And then, when he kissed her the first time, moving his body against her? She had not minded then, in fact, she enjoyed it.

“No, don’t stop!” She urged.

James leaned lower and kissed her nipple, the other was still being kneaded by his hand. He brought his tongue out and licked it, then startled suckling it like a babe.

“Oh, gods!” she cried out.

Before they knew it they were on the floor of the cave, the storm still pounding outside. Another flash of lightning lit up the cave for a brief second, then another clap of thunder. He knew his men wouldn’t dare move from their own shelter, and were less likely to disturb him if they knew he was with Wendy. He brought his hand down to her pants and undid them. “Let me love you, Wendy. Like a man loves a woman.”

“You are a man, James. Love me!”

Encouraged, he pulled her men’s styled pants down as he brought his head to kiss her stomach. He knew she was virgin, so he had to make sure she felt as little discomfort as possible.

She whimpered again as the pants were pulled off and his fingers started caressing her womanhood. She was already wet. She had been imagining this for the past few days, and knew there was no turning back. She wanted this.

She felt his warm breath against her as he dipped his tongue against her folds and slowly made circling patterns. Her hands found their way to his mass hair, and she groaned yet again as he began to grind himself against her clit. Her body soon convulsed and he knew she was ready. Pulling himself up to face her, he kissed her deeply. It was then that she realized his pants were already down, and while she tasted herself in his kiss she felt his rock hard penis against her as he felt for her opening.

“It’s going to hurt.”

“I know. Please, don’t stop.”

He kissed her again and slammed into her. She cried out, and he held her until she stopped shaking. He brought himself out, then slowly entered her again. She grimaced with slight pain, but as he continued these actions she soon felt pleasure. Feeling her ready, he thrust into her deeply, then again. And again. Soon he was pumping furiously as she cried out his name. James. Faster and faster he went until finally pulling out right before his release came. She grabbed his head and made him kiss her. They were finally lovers.

Meanwhile...well, later actually, in London

Maddy was preparing for bed when she realized that she’d left the books she’d favored out on the veranda between the two visitor’s cottages. It was then that she heard the noise. She crept in the shadows toward the noises and saw two figures. A man and a woman.

In the dim light of the moon she could tell it was Mr. Steven Craven. Below, she could not be sure, only that it was a woman. A woman who was pleasuring Mr. Craven. He groaned as he pushed the woman’s mouth against his manhood, in and out. Before having to witness the final act, or being discovered, she quickly crept away undetected. The only thought in her mind was who was the woman?

AN: Ooh, I’m so mad! I lose some of the new stuff I’ve written…had to rewrite the brief argument in the cave and lost a great scene from the next chapter. Wah! I’m so depressed! Well, I’ve lost much more before, so I’ll live. But glad I got this ready in time for x-mas! Sorry I forgot to post it on this site. Next chapter is well on its way.
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