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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 slowly stirred out of her sleep, turning her head and causing her nose to brush against James' warm, bare chest. She tried moving only to feel the dead weight in her limbs halting her movement. Finding that she'd slept with her limbs entwined with James', Wendy stilled her body not wanting to wake him up.

James however, felt the young woman shift in his arms and brought up his right arm, his stump grazing over her exposed back.

"I was trying to not disturb you," Wendy said in a sleep ridden voice, looking up to find blue eyes gazing at her.

"And why is that? I can think of no better way to wake up with such a beauty by my side," James replied huskily. Seeing Wendy give him a coy smile he continued. "How are you feeling?"

Wendy pondered his question for a minute, slightly shifting her legs and wincing at the lingering ache between them. "A bit sore…and hungry," she confessed.

"I'm sorry about that love," James said. "First times are never pleasant. However I shall endeavor to assist with the latter."

Wendy laughed at James got of the bed, unashamedly taking in his stark nakedness. Blushing when he devilishly winked at her, James then stepped into his abandoned breeches and left the room.

Thinking back to what occurred between the two within the past few hours, Wendy felt a gentle flush come over her body. It was true that when their bodies first joined it hurt worse than anything Wendy could have imagined, but James continued to touch her with a gentleness that overrode the pain.

A few minutes later James reappeared, bearing a tray with food and a bottle of what looked to be wine. Setting it down on his desk, he moved to rekindle the fire, the warmth instantly casting the chill from the room. After unearthing one of his own robes, he walked over to the bed and bid Wendy to stand in front of him. Draping the too large garment over her nude body, he led her to sit down at his desk.

Wendy devoured everything that James pushed in front of her with relish. When she'd had her fill, she sipped on a goblet of wine, taking James' advice to sip it slowly. The imbibed liquid soon lulled her into a languid state and Wendy curled up in her chair, her body swathed in James' oversized robe.

James had already finished eating and was looking across at Wendy with rapt amusement. No matter what type of spirit or the scant quantity, Wendy seemed to still have a low tolerance.

"Go lie back down," James said, watching as her eyelids grew heavy.

"Alright," Wendy acquiesced, gathering the excess fabric in front of her and gingerly pushing to her feet. Letting the robe slip down from her shoulders, Wendy draped it across the chaise before crawling back onto the bed. "Aren't you coming as well?"

"As if I'd say nay to a request like that," James replied with a smile. Getting up from his chair, he walked over to the bed. After stepping out of his breeches he climbed into it, guiding Wendy's warm body against his and pulling the coverlet over them both.

Sighing contentedly Wendy brushed her legs against James'. She then shifted herself so their feet were touching, enjoying the sensation of the length of his body pressed against hers. Settling her head against James's shoulder, Wendy idly ran her fingertips over his cheek whilst waiting for sleep to come.

Burrowing further into the warmth, Wendy realized that she wasn't sleepy as much as content. It was a satiation that was altogether different than the one she felt when James made love to her; although it was pleasant just the same. She felt completely safe and secure lying in his embrace.

Reflecting back to when she'd first met the pirate captain, it now seemed laughable that she'd shown animosity towards him, although he hadn't helped the cause. Wendy wondered how events would have progressed had she never returned to the Neverland, then shuddered at the thought of not being with James.

"I can nearly see the cogs turning in your head, Wendy," she heard James say. "What are you thinking about?"

"Oh…well I found myself thinking about what would have happened had I never came here…with you," she admitted, wondering if James had some sort of other worldly insight.

"I see," James replied, moving to shift Wendy's body to the other side of the bed. His left hand went to her neck, gently probing at the suddenly tense area. "Not a pleasant thought for me either, but I'm curious, Wendy Darling. What do you think would have happened had you not returned, or better yet, what would you have liked to happen?"

Feeling her body relaxing beneath James' strong fingertips, Wendy pondered his question. No one had ever asked her what she wanted; all her life she'd merely been ordered about while being told what was best for her.

"When I a little girl I wanted to become a novelist. Despite my aunt becoming apoplectic when I said at the age of twelve that I wanted to write a book, I still enjoy writing even to this day," she answered.

"One must concede that you are quite adept at storytelling," James said.

"Thank you," Wendy said with a small laugh. "Although I think the only ones that appreciate it are you, your crew men and the neighborhood children back home."

James mused over Wendy's statement, his fingertips now lightly massaging her scalp.

"What about you?" Wendy murmured, obviously enjoying his attentions lavished upon her head.

James was silent for a moment, also unable to remember when anyone questioned him about his dreams and plans. If they had he was sure to issue some sort of threat, but with Wendy he found that he didn't mind.

"It eludes me right now," he said honestly. "I'd gone to school, although the memories are vague as to what I'd planned to do afterwards."

"You attended school?" Wendy asked, swiveling her head towards James'.

"Aye, love," he answered, his blue eyes twinkling. "I wasn't born on this island."

Wendy flushed pink at her thoughtless remark.

"I went to Eton; I bear its mark on my arm," he continued, gesturing to the inked crest on his left shoulder.

Wendy peered at the black, green and red symbol, reaching out fingertip to trace against its outline.

"Did it hurt?" she asked.

James chuckled seeing the expression on her face. "Aye, although I do remember whiskey being involved."

Wendy shook her head, a small smile playing at her lips. Lowering her head she brushed a kiss against James' bare chest before settling back down on the bed beside him. Nuzzling her face against his warm skin, she froze when she felt his erection pressing against her abdomen.

"It's your doing," James said when the young woman looked up at him in surprise. "It's those absurdly petal soft lips of yours."

Becoming aroused with ease, Wendy made no protest when James pulled her to the center of the bed and crawled between her thighs. Closing her eyes when she felt his lips press against her neck, Wendy held onto his broad back.

"James," she uttered nervously. Hearing him murmur some semblance of a reply in between kisses, Wendy continued. "Is it going to hurt again?"

Feeling her body tense beneath his, James knew Wendy was thinking back to when he first entered her body. He'd felt a stab of shame for hurting her so; but her snug channel had been so tight that it nearly rubbed him raw in the process.

"Your body will become accustomed to mine, so there might be some discomfort but I promise nothing like before," James reassured. When her body remained taut beneath his, James gently pressed his lips against Wendy's, his forehead touching hers. "Just relax, love. If you truly need me to stop just say the words."

Nodding her head, Wendy felt James guide her legs around his waist before sliding his hand between their bodies. After aligning himself at her entrance he slowly pushed forward, while watching the young woman's face for any sign of distress.

The slight burn and stretch of being penetrated against caused Wendy to gasp breathlessly, but James had been correct; the pain was less significant than the previous. Wendy's hips soon began moving of its own volition to meet each gentle thrust, pleasure slowly taking over her entire body.

"Is that better?" she heard James ask, his hips smoothly rolling against hers.

"Yes," Wendy answered halfway between a moan and a hiss, moving her arms up to clutch onto James' neck.

Whereas their lovemaking had been hurried and frantic before, it was slow and steadier now, James keeping his body's movements checked.

Unable to hold in her cries as James' cock rubbed and hit each spot, Wendy soon found herself reaching her peak. James allowed her body to come down slightly before gently coaxing another orgasm out of the young woman soon thereafter.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Wendy asked when she was finally able to catch her breath.

"Yes, over and over again," James answered lustily, withdrawing from her body. "Now, little one, turn over onto your stomach."

Confused but too aroused to inquire further, Wendy did as James asked.

Taking in the sight of Wendy's bared curves laid out before him in its entire splendor, he ran a fingertip down the sweep of her spine, stopping at the round orbs of her behind. Kneeling between her thighs, he situated himself inside her warm body again, groaning when he felt her walls snug around his cock.

Wendy's head snapped up as she inhaled sharply at the sensation of being taken in this fashion; it felt more intense yet it didn't hurt. "I'm okay," she breathily reassured James when she felt him halt his movement.

Covering her body with the length of his, James supported himself on both elbows as he regained motion. Feeling his arousal heightening tenfold as his pelvis kept brushing against Wendy's buttocks; James resisted the urge to plunge into her pell-mell.

Wendy had her head buried in the sheets, the silence in the room briefly punctuated by the occasional moans that she was unable to withhold. The sounds of their sweat dampened bodies abrading against one another rent the musky air.

James felt Wendy's walls beginning to flutter around him again, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. Shifting his weight to his right forearm, James braced his left hand on Wendy's shoulder.

"Stop holding back," James muttered thickly, his lips grazing over Wendy's ear. Changing the angle of his hips slightly, he propelled himself forward causing Wendy to nearly scream.

Feeling her thighs quivering against him, James continued thrusting against the same spot noting the death grip Wendy now had on the pillows.

Her self-consciousness fast slipping, Wendy let her cries of pleasure fall from her lips, completely heedless at how she sounded. Feeling James gently biting at her neck, it was his last thrust into Wendy's body that sent them both over the edge.

Shrilly crying out his name like a litany, her entire body shook and trembled, nearly bucking James off in the process. James on the other hand, had his body firmly planted in a place that he never wanted to leave if at all possible. Lightheaded from his release, his head fell down onto Wendy's, his inky black hair contrasting with her light brown curls.

Wendy's taut body slumped beneath James, making no complaint about his weight bearing down upon her. After regaining his bearings, James moved from atop of Wendy. Tipping the young woman over onto her back, he saw that her eyes were closed and her breathing now steady. Glancing down at her exposed thighs, James saw faint red streaks mingled with his seed on her skin.

After retrieving a damp cloth to cleanse between her legs, James took his place beside Wendy on the bed. He found that he wasn't tired, and was content with propping himself up on his right arm to watch his young lover in her sleep. James traced a fingertip over Wendy's downy soft cheek traversing to her parted lips, vainly taking pride when she murmured his name even in the midst of slumber.

A dark notion suddenly came to James' mind, and he hastily pushed it away. For the present time he decided to enjoy his togetherness with Wendy, consequences be damned.
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