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Not Old, Alone, Or Done For	By : onecelestialbeing Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 9343 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Wendy lay beneath James', struggling to catch her breath. He'd pulled her body atop of his, guiding her hips to take control of her own pleasure. It had been a new experience as James' was usually the one to take control, and although Wendy found it nerving at first, pleasure took the forefront and soon thereafter she'd climaxed, her small fingers digging into his chest.

After collapsing into a boneless heap, James' shifted Wendy beneath him and continued to claim her body fiercely as if it was the last time. When they were done he'd kissed her senseless, with Wendy barely flinching when his mustache scraped a bit harshly against her smooth face.

Wendy lay in James' arms for awhile after until he nudged her gently. "Get dressed, I want to show you something," he said.

Yawning, Wendy acquiesced and sat up, reaching for her nightgown.

"No, put on something heavier, and your cloak," James said a bit gruffly.

Finding the request strange but trusting James anyway, she did as he asked. After stepping into her boots, James who was now also dressed came over to her and fastened the frog closure on her cloak. He pressed a soft kiss against the tip of Wendy's nose before sliding his hand into hers.

"Come," he said, leading them out of the room.

Clutching onto James' hand as he led them through the darkened corridor of the castle, the two soon stepped out in the moonlit mossy grounds. Wendy noticed that James looked a little strained, and slid her arms up around his neck in an effort to diffuse the tension.

"Now what did you want to show me?" she asked lightly, standing up on tiptoe and pressing her lips against his.

James returned her affections, his arms sliding around her waist and pulling her closer. After capturing her lips in a deep kiss, he pulled back and then cupped his hand beneath Wendy's chin.

"Look up," he said.

Peering up into the night sky, Wendy's mouth soon hung agape as she saw the streaks of light flying sporadically. "Are those shooting stars?" she asked excitedly.

"Aye love, indeed they are," he answered. He then gently pulled Wendy to sit down on the grass with him, cradling her body in his lap as they both watched the errant stars.

Leaning his head forward, James nuzzled his face against Wendy's, causing her to giggle and lift his hand to her lips.

"I love you," she murmured, tilting her head back to rest against James shoulder.

"As I do," he replied.

"James, what's wrong?" Wendy asked quietly, feeling his rigid posture against her. When he remained silent, she twisted her body in his lap. "Tell me sweetheart, what is it?"

Growing more alarmed by the minute, Wendy pressed on when James still hadn't answered her.

"Don't mollycoddle me, and don't lie to me. You promised that you would never lie to me, so don't start now," she continued.

"Before you returned to Neverland, my life was bleak with nothing to look forward to except maybe maiming that wretched boy. But now…I find no pleasure even in that thought," he began.

Wendy looked up expectantly at James, noting how his blue eyes refusing to meet hers. She suddenly felt a chill come over her body but made no moves to adjust her cloak, anxious to hear James continue.

"Then you came along, and turned my world upside down so to speak. I still have no idea how you managed to work your way into my blackened heart, but you have and for that I will never forget you."

"James, what are getting at?" Wendy asked in a low voice, her stomach lurching in a most unpleasant way.

"I love you…but it's not fair to you if I keep you here with me."

"What do you mean?" Wendy gasped, feeling the blood rushing from her face. "If we love each other, that's all the more reason that we should stay together," she said desperately.

"No, love," James replied, now sadly looking directly at her. "It's all the more reason that I have to let you go."

Her eyes flooding with tears, Wendy threw her arms tightly around James' neck, nearly knocking him flat on his back in the process.

Her tears were about to undo him, but James knew he had to finish. "As selfish as I want to be, I know that I'd be unable to give you the proper life that you deserve to have if you stay here; you and I both know it."

"Who cares about what is proper?" Wendy sobbed, her tears soaking into his collar. "Proper has brought me nothing but heartache and grief thus far, I'm happy being with you!"

"Wendy, love, I can't offer you anything," James said.

"Your love, James! You've given it freely and that's enough, what else would I need? What else do we need?"

James heaved a sigh as if the weight of the world rested upon his shoulders. "You're young and that seems like an admirable sentiment, but believe me there is more."

"Don't patronize me, James Hook!" Wendy cried fiercely, wishing that she had the strength to throttle the pirate captain. "Love is love, no matter what age or where we happen to be."

James refused to be placated, his resolved crumbling faster by the minute. "I know I was selfish; I shouldn't have taken your innocence and for that I am truly sorry."

"You didn't take anything from me James, I gave it to you freely," Wendy declared.

"All the same, if you get married perhaps you can make some…excuse."

"I don't want to get married to another man, I don't want to leave you," she cried pleadingly.

"Then take a lover; the least I can do is make sure you want for nothing after you're back home."

"I don't want a lover either! James do you hear yourself? Have you gone mad? The only man I want is you, today, tomorrow and forever! Why can't you get that through your thick head?"

James then sluggishly got to his feet, his efforts made more difficult with Wendy still clutching onto his neck.

"I love you, Wendy Darling," he said, gently trying to unwind her arms from around his neck.

Believing that James was about to leave her, Wendy desperately fought to hang onto his body, heedless of the fact when her struggles sent her hand scraping against the sharp tip of his metal claw.

"Now see what you've done?" he chided gently.

"I don't care!" Wendy screamed shrilly, still clinging onto his shirt. "You can't leave me, I won't let you!"

Feeling the heart breaking that he'd forgotten he'd had till Wendy came along, James looked up to the trees looking around for a certain fairy.

Wendy still stood before him, her face flushed and soaked with tears as she scrambled to hold onto James. "No!" she cried piteously, the pain in her chest so great she feared that she would expire on the spot.

Maila took that advantage to gently flutter down to the side of the distraught young woman's face, gently blowing in her direction.

Wendy felt herself becoming drowsy, yet fought with all her might to hold onto James.

James pulled Wendy's fast growing limp body against his, pressing his lips to her temple. "It's alright love, when you wake up it will all be a dream," he whispered.

"Noo!" Wendy sobbed, her fingers becoming lax on James' shirt as she finally slumped unconscious against him.

Giving a short nod to Maila, James numbly watched as she carried the one good thing that happened to him off in the night sky. He stood outside in the moonlight for a long time, looking up as her dwindling figure finally disappeared out of sight.

Wendy woke up when she felt warmth grazing over her face. Opening her swollen eyes she noticed that she was in an unfamiliar plainly decorated bedroom, yet it wasn't the one that Gavin had left her in.

Sitting up rigidly, she noticed that she was still fully dressed in her cloak and dress, save for her shoes. Her mind felt severely muddled for a moment until memories of the previous night came flooding back.

Her body felt numb, her mind too shocked to cry when the door opened. A young woman that looked slightly older than her clad in a nun's habit entered the room, a broad smile on her face.

"Good morning dear," she greeted. "I'm Sister Agnes, and I'm afraid I didn't get your name last night."

"Wendy…" she answered in a small voice. "I'm sorry, did you say last night?"

"Yes," the woman answered. "We found you outside of the church, and you had a cut on your hand. You came to briefly for a few moments but then fainted again. See? I bandaged your hand for you."

Looking down, Wendy saw the strip of white cloth neatly wrapped around her left hand.

"Do you remember what happened?" Sister Agnes asked kindly.

Feeling slightly remorseful about lying to a nun, Wendy slightly shook her head.

"No matter, Wendy," Sister Agnes said, patting her arm. "I'll bring you something to eat in a few minutes, alright?" she continued before moving out of the room.

Trying to regain her composure, Wendy shifted her body on the narrow bed when she felt a lump in her cloak pocket pressing against her right breast. Reaching into the cloak's voluminous folds, she withdrew a sizeable red velvet bag that had a bit of parchment tied in its string closure.

After reading the short note that was penned in James' excellent handwriting, Wendy emptied the contents of the bag into her hand. Staring at it in disbelief for a few minutes, she collapsed face down on the bed and sobbed furiously until she was unable to produce more tears.
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