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Not Old, Alone, Or Done For	By : onecelestialbeing Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 9344 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Wendy now stood alone with James in the bowels of the Black castle. "Mind your step," he said with Wendy clinging onto his sleeve.

"I thought the castle was in ruins," she said, gingerly taking each step on the cracked stones while trying to avoid the tip of James's sword that hung from its holster.

"Only part of it is, my dear," James replied through clenched teeth that held his cigar holder, his left hand now holding up a lantern to brighten their way. No sun was able to permeate the concrete stone walls, and the dim light flickered about casting eerie shadows.

"Hold this," James said handing the lantern to Wendy. They'd stopped at what appeared to be a door and James had unearthed a skeleton key from his pocket. After the lock clicked open, the heavy wooden door groaned at James pushed it open. Stepping into the room and smelling the musty air, Wendy held the lantern up and tried to make out the shapes in front of her face.

"Stay here, I'll be right back," James told her turning on his heel.

"What?" Wendy asked the panic obvious in her voice.

"Well I have to get the trunk," he replied with a chuckle. "There are no monsters lurking about my dear."

Still wary of standing in room where she was only able to see in front of her, Wendy stayed frozen to her spot. "Won't you need the lantern?" she asked.

"Nay, I know this place as well as the back of my hand," James replied. With that he left the room, his footsteps barely making a sound as he walked back down the dank hall. Moments later he returned, the sound of the suitcase being dragged along the only noise renting the air.

Wendy still held onto the lantern, hearing James walk across the room. She heard a rustling of material, and suddenly sunlight poured in from a large window. James continued moving about, yanking back the heavy black velvet drapes to uncover three more large windows in the room.

Walking over to the first one, Wendy peered out and guessed that they were either on the first or second floor of the castle. The room they were in had a view of the back of the edifice, sunlight dappling over the grassy clearing that led to a cluster of trees. She was able to smell the salty ocean water that surrounded the front of the castle, its waves occasionally smacking against the land.

"It looks…different in the daylight," Wendy said, looking out at the calm exterior that was the total opposite of what she'd seen on her first trip to the castle.

"What, less ominous?" James countered now standing behind her. "I suppose it is; hence why I come here every so often. 'Tis a good place to collect ones thoughts."

"You needed time alone to figure out your plan against Peter?" Wendy asked wryly as she turned around.

"Peter Pan is not the end all and be all of my entire world, Ms. Darling," James replied curtly, raising an eyebrow. "Obviously I had a prior existence before all of this…madness occurred."

Wendy wanted to ask about James' life before Neverland but resisted the urge. Instead she found herself looking around the room. The area wasn't overly large or cluttered, yet everything was fastidious and decorated in a manner only befitting the captain. There was a dark oak four poster canopy bed with deep red velvet curtains, the bed sheets a slighter lighter red, at the foot of it a coordinating chaise. Across the room near the window in the corner was a wooden desk with a large ornate chair along with a smaller one, similar to the ones James had aboard his ship, behind which stood a small bookcase encasing tomes of varied subjects. The middle of the room bore a fireplace, and a large foreign looking woven tapestry covered much of the floor before it.

Curiously taking in her surroundings, Wendy realized how chilly the room was. Noticing her shivering slightly, James took off his heavy velvet coat and put it around her body. James then took the lantern from Wendy's hand and bade her to follow him.

Holding onto the back of his waistcoat, Wendy gingerly took each step as they exited his room and turned, walking down another dark hallway.

"Don't worry, the foundation is quite stable here although I strongly urge you to not go wandering about alone," James told her, his voice echoing slightly throughout the narrow stone passage.

After being led through and shown a small scullery and then another room that James also yanked heavy drapes back from only one window, he unlocked what appeared to be a large weapons cabinet. He took out what Wendy guess was ammunition for his pistols. Rifling through it some more, he unearthed a small silver dagger that he handed to Wendy, who reluctantly held onto it.

"On second thought," James suddenly said, taking the dagger back from her and setting it down. Wendy watched as he then withdrew several swords, all of them smaller than the one in his holster. He handed several different cutlasses and sabers to Wendy, querying her as to how each one felt until he found one that he deemed suitable.

Holding up the lightweight saber before her, Wendy eyed it speculatively. "This is much better than the one Peter let me use before," she mused.

"Of course it is," James scoffed. "That boy wouldn't know a proper sword if it cut into him. The one he gave you was much too big for your frame, see?"

Sliding his own sword out of the holster, James handed it to Wendy who recoiled slightly under its weight. "I see what you mean; your sword is nearly tall as I am," she added, clutching onto the golden handle while appreciatively taking in the ornate etching in the precious metal. "Why do I need a sword?"

"Because Red-handed Jill, if you wish to stay with me you'll need to know how to properly handle a sword. I think it wise to also teach you how to shoot."

Turning pink at the mention of the childhood pirate name she'd fancied, Wendy felt a small thrill at the prospect of learning to handle a blade and pistol.

"Come along, Ms. Darling, get up," James urged.

"No thank you," Wendy panted, refusing to leave her soft spot in the grass.

Wendy hadn't known what she got herself into when she agreed to let James train her. He was ruthless and hard on her as he would have been with one of his crew. First it had been hard enough picking up the sword and keeping it properly upright. Then she had to learn how to stand while keeping balance. James then showed her repeatedly how to parry right, parry left and dodge, and at least three defenses and attacks.

By all means it was not easy, and by the third day Wendy found herself aching and perspiring. She'd collapsed to the ground with the saber next to her, panting slightly as she tried to catch her breath. The slight breeze was a boon to her sweat dampened skin, and her tongue flicked out to catch a drop of moisture that made its way down from her upper lip.

James chastised her for putting her weapon down, but at this point Wendy didn't care he threatened her with his hook; all she wanted to do was rest.

"I didn't think of you as the sort to give up so easily," James said, walking over to where Wendy lay. Hearing the tip of his sword pierce the ground, Wendy turned her face to look up at the captain. He looked cool, calm and collected clad in a white shirt and black breeches. He'd removed his waist coat and only bore his weapons sash and stood with his left hand curled around the upside down sword's handle.

Sneering up at his bemused expression, Wendy wanted to scream when she saw that his temples were completely dry, unlike hers, and not one black curl had come out of place.

"This is not fair!" Wendy trilled childishly from the ground as she brushed the damp curls out of her eyes that had come out of its single plait.

"What's not fair?"

"That you look so…bloody collected whilst I'm down here gasping for air!"

James fought back the urge to laugh at Wendy's fiery response. He looked down at the young woman that had a streak of wildcat showing, her face red and damp, those honey brown curls ruffled about with stray leaves clinging to them.

"Well I never promised you it would be easy," the captain said, the corner of his mouth turning up ever so slightly.

"I think handling your pistol would be easier than this," Wendy huffed.

"Oh really, do you think so?" James replied easily as he slipped his sword back in its holster and picked up the long pistol that he'd brought out.

"Yes, really," she echoed, mocking his voice. Ignoring how James was now looking at her through slit eyes, Wendy pushed herself up from the ground. She was thankful for small favors, outfitted in a soft women's cotton shirt, breeches and kidskin boots that were just her size. Wendy hadn't realized that James had thought to purchase items beyond dressed and nightgowns for her and silently gave the man credit.

Wendy frowned up at James handsome face, his blue eyes focused intently upon hers. Without raising the pistol, James suddenly let off a perfect shot from the hip. His eyes never faltered as they continued staring at Wendy's, her own having gone wide as an owl's when she heard the unexpected noise.

"Now...can you do that?" he asked slyly.

Wendy shrieked in frustration, knowing that he was now teasing her. "James Hook!" she yelled, stomping away from him. "You are uncivil, uncouth and impertinent!"

"Oh, please be easy love! I don't think my male pride can take much more of your name calling!" he shouted behind Wendy, unable to keep himself from snickering.

"ROGUE!" she turned to yell from across the grass.

If James wouldn't have felt silly doing so, he would have fallen down to the grass with laughter. He knew that he'd been hard on Wendy for the past few days, but it was for good reason. She'd heeded his instruction without complaint, and each of her efforts had been fruitful, more than he'd foreseen.

When he'd first taught her how to load, cock and fire his pistol, Wendy's eyes had grown wide and she looked up at him like a scared little girl. She'd handed him back the pistol, her hands trembling and refusing to shoot it again.

That had lasted all of three minutes and then she was snatching it back out of his grasp, wanting to fire it again. All in all, James had been amused at her efforts yet found it refreshing to teach someone that was willing to learn.

Until today; James reasoned that she was tired and overheated as the day had been warmer than usual. The white shirt clung to her damp torso, the thin material hugging the slight swells of her breasts whenever she moved. James had a hard enough time focusing when Wendy was around him; and now a Wendy that wore no camisole beneath the thin fabric and unknowingly had the dusky rose peaks nearly visible had been torture.

Right then Wendy turned on her heel and stalked her way back over to where James was standing. Amusedly watching as she bent to retrieve her saber, Wendy flashed her stony blue grey eyes at him before turning to walk away again.

"Alright, enough of that," James said easily placing his right arm around her waist.

"Let me go," Wendy huffed, half heartedly trying to pull loose.

"Only if you give me a kiss first," he replied silkily. "I think it only fair after your little viraginous display."

"But…" Wendy's voice trailed off, her body no longer thrashing in his embrace. "I'm all…sweaty."

James' body shook with laughter when he heard her reasoning. "You might not have noticed, but I'm usually surrounded by a group of mangy men that avoid soap like the bubonic plague," James said as he pulled Wendy closer towards him and nuzzled his face into her neck. "To my rather discriminating nose you smell like peaches."

Noticing her cheeks flushing pink, James was sure it had nothing to do with the afternoon sun beaming down on them. "Now about that kiss?"

Before Wendy could protest, she felt James boldly press his mouth against hers. After a few seconds they broke apart, and to Wendy's intense surprise she found herself snaking her arms around James' shoulders, her fingers threading into his curls as she pulled his head back towards hers.

A bit taken aback yet pleased, James wrapped his other arm around Wendy's waist and pulled her tightly against him. He figured it was a start when he told Wendy he wanted to kiss her and she didn't shrink away in fear. Although James hadn't foreseen her responding so eagerly nor did he believe he'd find pleasure solely in kissing Wendy, yet here they were at each other like two young lovers and he found himself becoming lost in taste of her sweet mouth.

Wendy was completely enthralled with the sensation of James' tongue slowly caressing hers, yet was fighting back the bit of laughter at the thought that ran through her head. James was still a man, a man who had his eyes closed as he deeply kissed her, but he was first and foremost a pirate captain. Both of his arms were snaked tightly about her waist, yet Wendy was able to feel part of the long pistol that James' still clutched onto with his left hand.

"So am I forgiven?" Wendy asked when she finally pried her lips away, her chest heaving slightly.

James nearly groaned at the loss of contact, and reluctantly let Wendy push herself out of his arms. "It's a start," he grumbled looking at the young woman coyly smiling up at him. "Come along, you little miscreant, lest you bite my head off again."

After gathering up their belongings and slowly walking back to the castle, James lit the fireplace in his room and set up a wooden tub before it. He then left to give Wendy privacy to bathe.

Hastily disrobing, Wendy cried out with relief when she felt the hot water slide over her aching muscles. It felt a bit awkward bathing in a tub that was smaller than the one on the Jolly Roger, but Wendy found that she could have cared less. Had she been able to lean back she might have fallen asleep in the water, but knowing that James was going to return shortly with sustenance made her soon finish with her bath.

James returned to his room with a simple meal for the two. After knocking on his door and hearing nothing, he pushed it open to find Wendy draped facedown across the foot of his bed, clad in a fresh nightgown, her now clean honey brown curls fanned out and contrasting against the rich fabric of the coverlet. Her flushed, plump lips were parted, the slightest snoring issued as she was fast asleep.

James hated to wake Wendy, but knew if he didn't she'd have a headache when she did come around. Setting the tray down on the table, James walked over to the foot of the bed and knelt down on the chaise. Hovering slightly over Wendy, he began pressing feather light kisses over her cheeks and at the corner of her mouth.

"No Nana, leave me be," Wendy murmured sleepily as she gently swatted at the offender.

"Who's Nana?" a deep voice rumbled.

Stirring out of her sleep, Wendy turned onto her head as she chuckled slightly. "I'm sorry," she apologized, now looking up at the startling blue eyes.

"Well, who is this Nana?" James repeated.

"Nana was our nurse-well rather, she was our dog," Wendy explained as she doggedly sat up. "She used to nuzzle our faces to wake us up in the mornings."

"So my kisses remind you of a dog's?" James sneered, his face turned up ever so slightly.

"No!" Wendy giggled. "I can honestly say that your kisses... remind me of nothing that comes to mind."

"Is that right?" he asked huskily, leaning forward to press his lips against Wendy's.

Murmuring contentedly, Wendy held onto James' shoulders to steady herself.

"Well, that's a good thing. I do not wish to be compared to another man or any class of beast for that matter," James said after moving back.

"And just whom would I compare you to?" Wendy commented. "Where I'm from it wasn't exactly proper etiquette for young women to go around kissing different men."

"You kissed Pan," James quipped.

"Yes, when I was twelve!" Wendy snapped back, noticing the familiar darkened expression on James' face. "And then I came back and he let his fairy blind me, among other things if you remember."

Silently conceding, James then held out his hand to Wendy and helped her down off the bed. After being led to his desk, Wendy devoured every morsel of the food that the captain put before her, including a goblet of mulled wine.

Finally feeling full and sleepy, Wendy nearly nodded off at the desk until James prodded her along back to his bed. After burying her head in a pillow, Wendy felt James pull the blankets over her body. Blinking sleepily, she watched as he walked back over to his desk and settled himself in place with a book. Between the mulled wine, crackling fireplace and the sound of pages being turned, Wendy fell back asleep.

Wendy slightly shifted her body beneath the heavy, warm blankets, grimacing when she felt the aching muscles in her back and shoulders protest at the movement. Wendy desperately felt the urge to change positions yet didn't want to disrupt James, who was soundly asleep next to her with his arm curved possessively around her waist.

Unable to remain in the curled up position, Wendy moved beneath the dead weight and immediately had to assuage James who jolted at her sharp movement.

"What's wrong?" he asked groggily after dropping his head back upon the pillow.

"Is it normal to be this sore?" Wendy asked of her swordfight training, futilely reaching up the massage the kinks out of her neck.

"Aye," James answered, opening his eyes and folding both arms behind his head. "At first, but your body will get used to it."

Wendy turned around to look at a bare-chested and harness free James, who was reclining back and looking at her. "Well that doesn't sound very pleasant," she replied.

"If you'll allow my succor, you might find it most benefiting." Seeing Wendy eyeing him inquisitively James continued. "Unbutton your dressing gown."

James guffawed when he saw the expression on Wendy's face. Earlier that day the same young woman had yelled at him like a little wildcat rearing her claws before stomping away angrily, and now she looked like an innocent bride facing the prospect of being bedded on her wedding night.

"I merely said unbutton it, just enough so I'm able to get to your shoulders," he offered. "I assure you my intentions are honorable."

After closing her mouth, Wendy turned around and slowly unfastened each button until the gown was open to her torso. She then felt James shift in the bed behind her, his left hand and stump on his right arm coming up to her elbows. Feeling him pulling her, Wendy moved back until she was nestled between James' thighs.

Wendy focused her eyes on the flames licking at the wood in the fireplace, grateful that James' was unable to see her now burning cheeks. She jumped slightly when she felt the gown being pushed down her body, the material falling atop the swells of her breasts.

There was just enough light for James' to appreciatively take in the smooth expanse of Wendy's back, his fingers fluttering at the nape to push the wayward curls to one side. Unable to resist temptation he pressed his lips at the base of Wendy's neck, running them across the soft skin.

Wendy's body tensed as she released in insuppressible moan, her fingers clutching onto the heavy blankets in her lap. Almost too soon she grew more lucid when she heard James let out a low chuckle. He then placed a shorter kiss on her back and wrapped his right arm around her waist, gently pushing her forward with the left.

His fingers then began probing firmly into the aching flesh of Wendy's right shoulder, causing her to now cry out in discomfort. "Ow! James that hurts!" she cringed, trying to move out of his grasp.

"I know," he replied calmly, his right arm tightening its grip as he kept her body in place.

"What do you mean you know?" Wendy shrieked her knuckles whitening as her grip tightened on the blankets.

"Ssh, just trust me," he murmured in her ear, his left hand now moving to the other shoulder. "Pain before pleasure; you'll thank me when I'm done."

"Somehow I doubt that!" she spat breathlessly, trying to ignore the sharp pangs. Shortly after James then moved his hand to her neck where his ministrations were only slightly less aggressive. Wendy continued to mewl and writhe in discomfort, yet stay put in the bed.

"Okay, my little wildcat I'm done," James said to her intense relief after what felt like an eternity, pressing a kiss on her shoulder. "Now tell me how that feels?"

Sitting up a bit, Wendy moved her shoulders about and found that the soreness was gone and in its wake remain an almost boneless sensation. "It feels better…thank you," she conceded.

"Sweet Wendy, did you really think I would touch you with intent to harm?" James asked, pulling her body to lean back against his. He traipsed his left hand back across Wendy's bare shoulders, pausing at her neck to gently massage the soft flesh.

"No…" Wendy crooned, closing her eyes and relishing the delicious sensation of James' calloused yet gentle fingers. Unaware that she was tilting her head to the side, Wendy gasped softly when she felt James plant his lips in the crook of her neck. His left hand suddenly left her neck to delve across her chest, his fingertips tracing along the sensitive skin of her exposed collarbone.

Becoming lost in a whirlwind of sensations, Wendy nearly swooned when James gently fisted her curls in his hand and tipped her head back towards his. His lips imperiously captured hers, causing Wendy to moan into his open mouth. Trembling slightly, it felt as if every nerve in her body was aflame, merely ignited by James' kisses.

Wendy was oblivious to the fact that in the midst of their embrace she'd half turned around in James' lap, and had wrapped both arms around his neck. Her disappointment was obvious when he was again the one to break their kiss. Chuckling slightly at her irritation, he pressed a kiss upon Wendy's forehead.

"Lie down next to me," he said patting the pillows.

With a gusty sigh, Wendy disentangled herself from the jumble of her nightgown and bed sheets and crawled from James' lap. After righting her nightgown back upon her body she lay back on her side of the bed and looked up expectantly at James as he neatly drew the covers over her form.

Settling himself alongside Wendy, James supported his weight on his right arm. He gazed down upon Wendy's serene face, his forefinger tracing along her faintly kiss swollen lips as she stared trustingly up at him.

It had pained him to make Wendy move, but her body came perilously close to brushing against his erection that had thankfully been confined beneath his breeches. Back on the Jolly Roger, James thought it to be a curse as it seemed that whenever the two were close in proximity that Smee would always somehow manage to barge in on them. James now realized that it was most likely a blessing in disguise.

However, now they were completely alone without the threat of being interrupted…it was all the more reason for James to excise control. Despite the fact that Wendy seemed perfectly compliant in his arms, he was willing to bet that she wasn't totally privy as to what went on between a man and a woman.

"What are you thinking about?" he suddenly asked Wendy, his fingers now tracing along her cheek.

Blushing slightly, Wendy smiled as she contemplated her answer. "Your eyes," she finally said.

"What about them?" James asked quietly.

"I first saw them that night when I was hiding atop of the Black Castle. I'd never seen eyes as blue as yours and I found myself unable to move from my place."

His fingertip still idly tracing across Wendy's features, James stayed silent as he mused over her response. "Was it fear that kept you affixed?" he asked after awhile.

"Not at all," Wendy replied shaking her head. "I was mesmerized by them, if you will. It was as if…it stirred feelings inside of that me that I was never able to forget. Sort of like being awakened out of childhood. Does that sound silly?"

Chucking, James bent down to press a kiss to Wendy's forehead. "It doesn't sound silly at all," he replied. "Although I must admit, I don't know if you were terribly brave or a little fool. I thought I'd heard movement, do you realize what could have happened?"

Seeing the surprised look on Wendy's face he continued. "I happened to be armed, heavily so at that."

"Do you mean that you would have-?" she asked unable to finish the thought, her face going slightly pale.

"Of course not!" James nearly shouted, appalled at the insinuation. "I typically don't make it habit to hurt children, especially a young girl. Be that as it may, I am rather swift with a sword or pistol. What with Pan and those wretched boys…it doesn't do well for anyone to sneak up on me."

Noticing the effect that the conversation was having on Wendy, James gently steered it elsewhere.

"Notwithstanding, it does me good to hear that you weren't afraid of me that night, else you might not be here now. Just do me a favor; never tell anyone that you weren't a feared of me; a slip of a girl like you? I still have my reputation to consider."

He'd bent down close to Wendy and whispered his last sentence in her ear, making her giggle. Pressing a kiss to her temple, James' slightly mussed hair tickled Wendy's face. Bringing a hand up Wendy gently clutched onto the errant curls and tugged on them, wanting to be kissed again.

James acquiesced for a moment, and then pulled back.

"Why do you always do that?" Wendy asked sounding just a bit breathless. "Is it because you still think I'm frightened of you? Because I told you I'm not."

Heaving a sigh James rolled over onto his stomach and buried his head in the pillow for a second, his black curls fanning down his broad back. "That's just the problem," he said after awhile looking back up at Wendy.

"So…you want me to be frightened of you?" she asked, sounding thoroughly confused.

"No…I never want you to be scared of me, or think that I'd hurt you. I'd cheerfully dismember anyone that dared to harm one flaxen hair upon your head, including your ex-fiancé. Hell I'd shoot Smee for the sport of it if he dared to gaze upon you the wrong way."

"James!" Wendy gently chided, although amused.

"I mean it," James continued, reaching out to brush across Wendy's curls that were spread about on the pillow. "When you first came back I tried telling myself that I wanted you to stick around, solely for the purpose of using you as leverage against Pan. But eventually I found that I was no longer able to lie to myself; when I'm near you I always find myself at peace and believe me, in this life that is something that you rarely cross."

"Why haven't you told me this before?" Wendy asked.

"Wendy, that wouldn't have been fair of me to hoist my troubles upon your shoulders. You're a young woman who hasn't seen a quarter of what life has to offer you. Besides that you're the one if not only untainted thing in this forsaken place; what right did I have to sully that with my misery?"

"You still should have told me," she countered quietly.

"Aye, you are correct and for that I apologize for my uncouth behavior toward you," James replied with a voice full of contrition.

"And here it was, each time you ignored me or became cross I thought I'd done something wrong. Back home I was chastised by everyone; first my father, then when I got older my aunt, by that…man that I do not wish to speak about, even my brothers!"

"Nay lass," James reassured, lifting Wendy's hand and kissing her palm. "If anything I'd say you were wrong for being so bewitchingly sweet, leaving men and women alike dazed when crossing your path."

Unable to keep from smiling, Wendy focused on James's face that was covered by the curtain of curls hanging down as his lips made their way up to her wrist. "You still haven't told me why you refuse to kiss me for longer than a few seconds," she said.

Grazing his teeth against Wendy's inner wrist, James gently placed her arm back down. "You aren't going to make this easy for me, are you?" he asked.

"Make what?" Wendy echoed curiously.

"When I start kissing you, not even heaven above can help me when you start making those little noises. It makes me want to do much more than just kiss you."

"What noises?" she shrieked, her cheeks flaming with mortification.

"The lovely sounds of a well sated woman," James answered smoothly, arching one eyebrow.

"I'm sure I'm going to regret asking this," Wendy continued after somewhat regaining her composure.

But…what do they make you want to do?" she asked innocently.

"Touch you… among other things," James said suggestively, wondering if she'd comprehend the underlying meaning. When Wendy continued looking up at him appearing most baffled he nearly exploded. "Heaven almighty, did no one ever tell you anything? Your mother? Aunt? No simpering, giggling married girlfriends?"

Wendy shook her head negatively to each question.

"Were you never told what would occur on your wedding night?"

Wendy shook her head again. "My aunt only told me that I needed to be married so that I was taken care of. Is there something else I'm supposed to know?"

James continued to look down at Wendy, a confounded expression on his face. "I'm shocked, I would have believed for you to come across one of those romance novels or a naughty poem of the like. Unless your aunt is that prudish."

Wendy's next question was nearly James' undoing.

"Will you show me?"

"I don't think you understand what it is you're asking of me," James replied in a ragged voice.

"I trust you," Wendy said. "Show me."

Feeling himself grow aroused again, James caught Wendy off guard when he suddenly pulled her body beneath his. Quivering slightly as she felt his weight gently pressing her into the mattress, Wendy slid her arms around James' neck as he kissed her.

Despite the fact that she and James were both beneath the heavy blankets, her wearing a nightgown and he in a pair of soft black breeches, Wendy was unable to deny that fact that she relished the sensation of James' body covering the length of hers. Murmuring contentedly, she mused that she would never tire of his familiar spicy scent or of the feeling of his beard and mustache tickling across her skin.

"Perhaps we should start with what you already know," he murmured huskily, his lips tracing down beneath Wendy's jaw.

"Such as?" she asked breathlessly.

"Why don't you start with telling me about the dream you had?" James asked.

"What dream?" Wendy echoed, trying to remember what he was talking about.

"The dream that had you crying out my name in the midst of your sleep; a sound that's haunted me since that day."

Wendy's cheeks flamed red as she gasped in realization.

"No need to be shy, little love," James whispered coaxingly. "Tell me what happened in this dream."

"I can't!" she flushed, turning her head now too embarrassed to look James in the eye especially after hearing that she'd called out his name in her sleep.

"Why ever not?" James asked, running the tip of his tongue along Wendy's jaw. " No one else can hear you, 'tis just you and I in here."

"Well…we started off arguing, and then you pulled me against you and started kissing me," Wendy recalled, closing her eyes as she fought to remember.

"Go on," he coerced, pressing small kisses along Wendy's cheek.

"Then you-"she paused and let out a moan, feeling James' tongue trace against her neck. "You- you picked me up and put me on your desk."

Lost in the sensation of his tongue laving the sensitive skin Wendy didn't realize that she'd stopped talking until James urged her to continue. "You said…you wanted to touch me without anything in the way…so you ripped my nightgown with your hook."

"I rather like the sound of that," he interjected mirthfully. "I'm sorry, please go on."

"You kissed me again…"

"Show me where I kissed you," James ordered sensually.

Wendy opened her eyes and looked up into the blue ones boring intensely into hers. "Here…and here," she gestured pointing to another place on her neck and then between her breasts.

James took that opportunity to slide further down Wendy's body, his fingers easily peeling back the already unbuttoned top portion of the nightgown. Writhing uncontrollably, Wendy's small fingers dug into James' back when she felt his warms lips trace across the expanse of skin.

Her breasts weren't completely exposed, but the way James kissed and nibbled between them nearly made Wendy wish they were. "Go on," he urged, his words muffled by her skin.

"You picked me up and carried me to your bed, and put your hands…" her voice trailed off, suddenly too shy to complete the sentence.

"Dites-moi où je ne vous toucher?" James urged beguilingly, sliding his body back up to gently bite Wendy's right earlobe.

"You are driving me mad!" she cried. "My thighs, James, you put your hands upon my thighs."

Feeling James move from atop of her, Wendy cried in anguish.

"I'm not leaving little one," James reassured as he shifted to her side. Sliding his right arm beneath Wendy's head, her tawny curls draped over his wrist like warm silk. Looking down into her heavy-lidded eyes, Wendy gazed back up at James through what could only be construed as a veil of lust.

"Now, where were we?" he continued wickedly. "Oh yes, my hands were upon your lovely thighs."

"Yes…I felt nervous and something else… yet I continued to allow you to touch me," Wendy said, her words now sounding slightly choked.

"Did I touch you atop of the dressing gown, or beneath?" James asked.

Wendy swallowed hard at the memory. "Beneath," she confessed.

James then slid his left hand beneath the blankets. Wendy found herself unable to protest as she felt the nightgown slowly being pulled up to her thighs. Closing her eyes and burying her head in the crook of James' arm, Wendy moaned when she felt his fingertips sliding up her bared legs before pushing them apart.

It wasn't exactly like her dream; but the real thing felt so much better. His warm hand cupped the flesh of her inner thigh, gently stroking and caressing the skin before moving any further.

"Wendy," James murmured.

"Yes?" she answered breathlessly.

"What happened next?"

"Your hand was…right on that exact spot…and then you moved it a hairsbreadth higher…"

At her last words, James' hand crept up further along her flesh causing Wendy to bite down on her bottom lip. "And then?" he asked.

"I don't know," she admitted, opening her eyes to look up at James. "I woke up and all I remembered was hearing you yelling and then I noticed something damp on the back of my gown when I got out of bed."

James chuckled at her answer, yet kept his hand in place. "Would you like to find out how it ends?" he asked salaciously.

Swallowing again, Wendy found that she was unable to speak and thus nodded in agreement.

With his icy blue eyes never straying from Wendy's, James slid his hand higher until he found what he sought out.

Wendy's eyes squeezed shut at the sudden sensations coursing throughout her body when she felt James cup her womanhood in his hand. One digit then gently parted the already moistened nether lips, a fingertip grazing across the same and now stiffened nub that Wendy briefly made contact with that very morning of her dream.

To her intense horror and relief, James left his finger slide over the spot…coming once more and then again until Wendy's hips thrashed against his hand, unable to get enough of the acute pleasure.

Feeling her body growing taut with arousal, James let his forefinger glide down. Stopping at her slick entrance, he teased the sensitive flesh with the tip of his finger. He was momentarily distracted by a noise behind him, until he realized that Wendy had stretched out her arm and was clawing at the sheets.

"Why so quiet now, my love? Did I not tell you the sound of you calling out my name drove me mad with want?"

Wendy was unable to help herself; part of her wanted to be able to let go completely like she had in her dream, but the other part of her was too ashamed to. She resigned to biting down on her bottom lip, fighting to regain some control of her body.

"No you don't, Wendy Darling; I will have you crying out my name," James said, leaning down to kiss the trembling young woman. Without any forewarning he then slid his forefinger inside of her snug, moist heat.

Wendy gasped at the sudden intrusion and James thought he'd hurt her for a moment until he heard the stifled cry of pleasure.

"Yield to me love, let me hear you," he coaxed, doggedly trying to slip in his middle digit along with the pointer.

Wendy flinched slightly when she felt James' thick fingers delve too far, his knuckles pressing uncomfortably against her maidenhead.

"I'm sorry love," he apologized, withdrawing the second finger. To make amends for unintentionally hurting Wendy, James continued his gentle exploration of her sensitive walls with one finger, his thumb now simultaneously rubbing against her clit.

Wendy was still attempting to stifle her moans, although her efforts were growing less fruitful as James' nimble fingers reduced her to writhing uncontrollably.

By now James' was achingly hard and causes the inside of his breeches to become damp; and he nearly grew lightheaded as he thought of being inside of Wendy. Despite his hand being soaked past the knuckle with her juices, her walls were exceedingly tight and clamping down onto his finger like a vise.

Hearing Wendy's whimpering pants, James slightly picked up the tempo knowing that she was going to climax soon. Her hand had found its way to his shoulder, her fingers digging into his bare skin. Arching her hips up to try and match the movements of James hand, Wendy felt her breath coming short.

Feeling her snug walls pulsing around his finger, James picked up the pace yet kept moving steadily until Wendy's scream rent the air when she was finally pushed over the precipice. Her body tensed and fingers clamped down on James's shoulders, and she'd indeed called out his name more times than he cared to count.

With a sigh Wendy's entire body went slack as her climax subsided, her hand falling down from James' shoulder. James gently slid his hand from between Wendy's legs and pulled his arm from beneath the blankets. The scent of her musky arousal hit his nostrils instantly, and he thought it to be a miracle if he'd be able to fall asleep.

Wendy on the other hand had curled up and was already dozing off in the crook of James' arm, her breathing becoming more even. Trying to ignore the fact that he was still painfully erect, James lay down and shifted Wendy's head to his chest. Subconsciously the young woman nuzzled her face against the warm skin, wrapping her arms and legs around James' body. Flinching when he felt Wendy's knee brush against one body part he was trying not to focus on, and he adjusted her leg to avoid a repeat of the mishap.

Still able to smell the heady perfume of Wendy's arousal on his fingers, James shoved his left hand under the pillow beneath his head. His right arm was draped across the young woman's hip and remained, James not wanting to let Wendy go even in the midst of slumber.
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