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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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11 months later…

A low burning warmed the room as Wendy sat in her childhood nursery in Bloomsbury, scribbling furiously on the paper she'd rested against her knees. Hearing a slight snuffling coming from the cradle, she set the sheaf of papers and the piece of parchment that was always on her person down on her chaise before moving to check on the sleeping infant. Finding that the child was fine, she picked up a shawl and draped it around her shoulders before walking out of the nursery and making her way downstairs.

After being unwillingly thrust from the Neverland, Wendy purchased the home that she had grown up in. Her aunt and older brother had demanded to know where she'd gotten the money to make such an extravagant purchase, yet Wendy remained tight lipped about her sources.

The next thing they griped about was her living alone and unmarried, worried that it would cause a scandal. Wendy had told them that she didn't care what other people thought, and if her own family put strangers' needs above her own that she didn't need them in her life. It was a hard pill to swallow but grudgingly they'd conceded when Wendy set her foot down.

Wendy desperately fought to maintain some semblance of a normal life, if purely a show for everyone else. The truth was that she hadn't felt whole since being forced to leave the only man that she'd loved behind. A few suitors had come sniffing about when rumors spread about the young woman with an unexplained newfound wealth, yet Wendy nipped it in the bud.

She and John had even gotten into a turbulent strop when he'd brought over one of his work associates under the guise of a friendly lunch. After a few minutes Wendy had seen through her brother's sly doings and had firmly escorted them both from her house, uncaring if she seemed rude.

Through it all, the nights were the hardest; Wendy found it hard to sleep and would either write until exhaustion took over, often waking up with paper strewn about next to her head, or crying until her eyes were swollen and her throat raw. With great melancholy she knew that tonight was going to be one of the tearful ones.

Not wanting to leave the child asleep in the nursery unattended for too long, Wendy slowly made her way back upstairs. The tears poured more earnestly down her face by now, and she opened up the large window that Peter Pan had climbed through on one of his first visits many years prior.

Looking up into the frigid night sky, Wendy swore that she saw a shooting star and it instantly brought back memories of her last night with James. Unable to keep her grief at bay, she walked away from the window. Trying to choke back her sobs until she was out of the sleeping child's vicinity, Wendy walked out of the nursery and promptly collapsed against the wall in the darkened hallway, crying uncontrollably for the man that she'd never see again.

"Damn you, James Hook," she sobbed under her breath. "I'll never forgive you for this."

Her head still bowed, Wendy dabbed at her wet eyes with the edge of her shawl. Inhaling a shuddering breath, Wendy wasn't even startled when she felt a sturdy arm suddenly cinch around her waist. Too many nights she'd dreamt of James returning to her and was thoroughly convinced that they were together again, only to wake up and find herself alone in bed with an aching body which always led to another bout of crying.

"You already torment me when I sleep, must you do the same in my wake?" she spoke of her phantom lover.

"I apologize, my love. It was never my intention," a familiar voice purred in her ear.

Whirling around, Wendy looked up to see James standing in the hallway with her, moonlight from the window beaming across his face.

"You're not real," she whispered, closing her eyes. "I'll wake up, and you'll be gone."

"You're not asleep and I am very much real; I can prove it," he reassured, firmly pulling Wendy against his body and planting his mouth on hers.

Wendy kissed the phantom James back fervently, wondering if she'd completely gone off the edge. His familiar spicy scent tickled her nose, the inky black curls brushing against her face. Clutching onto the lapel of the ornate velvet frock coat, Wendy decided that there was comfort to be found in her madness.

"Do you believe me now?" James asked, his blue eyes twinkling down at hers.

Finding herself speechless, Wendy's thoughts were interrupted by a soft crying issued from the nursery. She was scared to look away, knowing if she did so that James' image would disappear. The infant began squalling more lustily and Wendy had to tear herself away, edging towards the doorway.

"If you're really here, then you can come with me," she said, extending a hand.

Trying not to get too wrapped up in the warm hand that gripped onto hers, Wendy gestured for James to sit down. He watched as she marginally turned up the wall lamp sconces in the nursery before reaching down into the cradle that held what he remembered to be her little brother Michael's old teddy bear and a fussy infant swaddled in blue.

Pulling the whimpering child against her shoulder, Wendy murmured soothingly until his wailing ceased.

Turning around, Wendy realized that James was standing before her, shock in his eyes. He knew that one wasn't able to age in Neverland, perhaps he'd foolishly believed that the notion also applied to conception.

"Is he…did we...?" he was unable to get out, his voice nearly cracking.

Wendy shook her head, her eyes focused intently on James'. The shock on his face turned into hurt, his pain nearly palpable. Within a flash Wendy realized what James' was thinking,

Gasping, Wendy practically ran over to James who had turned on his heel to walk out. "James, wait!" she cried, her haste unintentionally upsetting the child in her arms that had already began to fall back asleep. "James, don't leave, please don't leave!" she whispered, extricating a hand to clasp onto his velvet covered arm.

James stood silently with one foot over the threshold of the nursery, the agony still evident on his face. "Is this your child?" he asked after finding his voice.

After Wendy was sure that James wasn't going to leave, she removed her hand from his arm and shifted the baby to her other shoulder, gently patting him on the back until he stopped crying.

"He's not mine, James," she answered in a hushed tone. "Patrick is my godson, and his nanny fell ill tonight and was unable to care for him. His parents had a prior engagement that they were unable to cancel, so I offered my assistance," Wendy continued still sounding a bit flustered. "Are you truly here James?" she asked, unable to believe her fate.

Feeling relief wash over him, James reached out to stroke Wendy's hair. "Yes, love, I'm really here. For good if you'll have me."

Caught between wanting to kiss and smack James, Wendy was about to lean into his touch when she remembered the little boy in her arms.

"So I take it you haven't married one of these fops?" James asked placidly.

"Of course not," Wendy answered, gesturing for him to sit down on her little chaise. "I told you before; you were and still are the only one for me. If not for this child in my arms I'd-"

"You'd what?" James echoed softly.

Unable to control her emotions, silent tears began pouring down Wendy's cheeks again. "Do you know what I've been through since you made me leave?" she hissed quietly. Little Patrick began whining softly in her arms at the harsh noise, and Wendy began to rock him gently. "You and I are going to finish this conversation," she whispered fiercely while sniffling.

Noticing the precarious perch of her arms, James led Wendy to sit down on the chaise near the window. Taking his place beside her, he withdrew a doublet from his inner pocket and dabbed at Wendy's wet cheeks.

"Thank you," she said softly, looking down into the face of the now soundly sleeping Patrick. After depositing him back in the cradle, Wendy sat next to James, burying her face in his neck while clutching onto his hand.

She didn't let go of James' hand until Patrick's parents returned to retrieve the child. Wendy made James promise to stay where he was, managing to keep her wits about her while gathering the baby's belongings. After the little family had taken their leave, Wendy moved in a flurry of skirts to run back to the nursery wanting to make sure that James was still sitting there. He never moved from his place on the chaise and Wendy took a seat beside him.

"Now mademoiselle, what was it that you wanted to say to me?" James asked, sliding his hand into Wendy's.

Tracing her fingertip over his knuckles, Wendy opened her mouth to speak and found that she was unable to. Lifting his hand to her nose, Wendy found that his familiar scent of sea air and cigars still clung to his skin, and she inhaled appreciatively before kissing his calloused palm.

James watched the young woman hunched over his left hand, her lips pressed against his skin. He noticed her body trembling, and felt what were unmistakably her tears falling onto his hand.

Wendy agony broke down the little resolve he had, and James roughly yanked her into his embrace, neither one of them noticing when they slipped off the chaise and onto the nursery floor. Sobbing furiously into James' neck, Wendy clutched onto his jacket and tried pressing her body against his close as possible.

The only reasonable thing that James was able to do was make sure his metal claw was turned away so that he wouldn't accidentally hurt Wendy. His arms were clutched tightly around her body, his head buried in her sweet, smelling hair. Feeling his own tears falling down his face, James didn't even bother to hide them, refusing to release Wendy from his arms.

When the reunited lovers' anguish became slightly mollified, Wendy gently disentangled herself from James' embrace. Pushing to her feet, she walked over to the open window and pulled it shut, drawing back the heavy curtains over it. Wanting to be able to fully see James, Wendy then proceeded to turn each lamp sconce up as high as it would go.

Although he stood before her in a resplendent dark purple outfit, Wendy couldn't help but notice the tangled looking curls that framed a haggard look on James' unshaven face, his eyes bloodshot as though he hadn't slept enough.

James stood appraising Wendy just the same; her honey brown curls had gotten longer and were unbound, hanging to her waist. He gazed into the heart shaped face that haunted his dreams ever since he'd made Maila carry her away. Despite the strained smile on Wendy's face, James could see the quiet suffering in her grey blue eyes.

Walking over to the woman that he regretted letting go, James folded her slimmer than usual frame in his arms and buried his nose in her neck. "I was a fool," he said, greedily inhaling Wendy's familiar sweet scent. "A damned fool."

"No…you had your reasons, and although I was against them I know they were truly altruistic," Wendy sagely replied.

"Aye love," James murmured, brushing his lips across Wendy's. "I tried telling myself the same thing, even if it did nothing to squelch the profound sense of loss that I've experienced since that wretched night."

Sinking against James' body, Wendy stood on tiptoe and pressed kisses along the underside of his jaw, oblivious to the rough bristles scratching her lips. Nearly coming undone when she heard the low grumble of pleasure erupt from James' chest, Wendy pulled away from him long enough to turn off all the lamps in the nursery.

After grabbing her abandoned papers from the chaise, she clasped onto James with her other hand and led him down the darkened hallway to her bedroom.

James peered around the room after Wendy turned on the little bedside lamp, noticing a large ornate wooden canopy bed with a gold and burgundy décor that was similar to his own tastes. Wendy set her writing down on a desk across the room. Rounding on James she held onto the smooth part of his metal claw and pulled him towards the bed.

He made no moves to protest when her little fingers slid under the collar of his jacket, slipping it down and off his body. James looked down at Wendy's face, seeing her eyes now studiously focused on the tiny row of buttons on his waistcoat.

"I've always loved how handsome you look decked in your finery, but honestly James all of these buttons really are a hindrance," she lightly complained.

Finally unrigging James of his waist coat and shirt, he stood clad in his harness, dark purple velvet breeches and black boots. Wendy led him to sit on the edge of her bed, kneeling before him to divest him of his remaining clothing. Standing upright, her fingers then went to her back, awkwardly fumbling at the laces.

"Why the rush, love?" James asked, watching the hurried pace that Wendy was moving it.

"Why do you think?" she panted, abandoning her effort to untie the laces. "Help me," Wendy said sounding rather desperate, standing in front of the pirate captain.

James left hand moved to shift Wendy around, attempting to tackle her stays himself.

"That's going to take too long," Wendy said turning around, lifting James' right hand and placing the tip of his hook at her collar.

"Would you really have me ruin this fine gown?" he asked dubiously, eyeing the peach silk draped over her slight curves.

"Buy me another if you'd like; but I cannot wait any longer," she replied in frenzied tone.

Acceding to Wendy's request, James easily sliced through the thin material of the gown and undergarments going exposing her body to the navel. She didn't wear a corset and her rose tipped breasts were eye level with James' face. Shucking her legs out of the shredded garments, Wendy toed her shoes off without bothering to remove her stockings.

James moved to the center of the bed at Wendy's request, enjoying her aggressiveness when she straddled his waist. Bringing his left hand to the base of Wendy's neck, he pulled her head down towards his, gently suckling on her bottom lip before tasting the rest of her mouth.

Sighing at the much longed for and needed contact, Wendy felt the evidence of James' arousal beneath her. In a flurry of movement she braced herself against James' chest, her fingers digging into flesh and the leather of his harness as she hastily positioned her body to receive him. Despite her muscles protesting the intrusion after nearly a year of celibacy, she continued to move at a hurried pace.

"Easy love," James urged when he saw Wendy's grey eyes widen at her discomfort. "I promise I'm not going anywhere; you don't need to hurt yourself."

"At least if I feel pain, I'll know that you're really here," Wendy said between gritted teeth.

"You silly girl," James said, carefully bringing his arms beneath Wendy's shoulder blades and firmly pulling her out of place. Wendy protested at him withdrawing from her body, only becoming quiescent when she found herself lying flat the mattress, James atop and pressed between her spread thighs.

Wendy mewled and clutched onto James' back, eager for him to hurry things along.

"Too long I've been without you, love," he purred in her ear, drawing both Wendy's arms above her head and gently pinning them down with his right wrist. "I don't intend on being rushed."

Her body already on fire from the brief contact, Wendy's hips rose and fell beneath James' unable to control her movements. "James," she whined petulantly, feeling the burgeoning tip of his arousal slipping between her slick folds.

"Wendy," he replied in a low, seductive baritone that set her body trembling.

Unable to move her hands, Wendy settled for moving her head instead, propping it up to kiss James squarely on the mouth. Slipping both stocking sheathed legs around James' waist and locking them at the ankle, Wendy rocked her hips against his until he finally began nudging inside of her warm body.

Tensing slightly at the now expected pain, there was the familiar lurking pleasure that had Wendy groaning in anticipation. Keening in pleasure at the sensation of James now moving deeply within her womanhood, Wendy's trembling legs fell out of their clasp around his back.

The pitch in Wendy's voice grew higher and higher as she neared her climax. With a passionate outcry her pulsating walls clamped down on James' cock, sending a wash of slick juices from her body and onto his skin.

"Now do you believe me when I say I'm here with you?" James asked, holding still after her body fell slack beneath his.

Wendy looked up at him through half lidded, lust glazed eyes. "I think I need more convincing," she cheekily replied.

"There's my girl," James chuckled, bending down to kiss her pink, swollen lips. "How I've missed you."

"I missed you too," Wendy replied, nearly choking on her words as tears suddenly filled her eyes. Wishing that James was unable to witness her meltdown at the most inopportune moment, she turned her head to the side, her mussed curls draped over her cheek. Biting down on her bottom lip, Wendy tried to keep her chest from heaving as the well of emotions threw her into a tumultuous state.

"Wendy," James called softly. "Wendy love, look at me."

Turning a tearful face up towards James, Wendy was lulled by the loving look in his blue eyes. He shifted his weight to free his left hand, his fingertips brushing the errant curls back from Wendy's face to wipe away her tears.

"I came back for you and I won't leave until you tell me. Even then I can't guarantee that I'll follow through as I love you too much to lose you again. You have my word, I promise."

Seeing that her tears had subsided, James pushed his body up to kneel between Wendy's legs. "I believe you said that you were in need more convincing," he said lasciviously as he positioned his forearms underneath both Wendy's knees.

Wendy threw her head back, her mouth agape in pleasure as James drove forward into her body. With each of his thrusts Wendy's pert breasts bobbed about, provoking James into slipping his left arm from beneath her knee to gently roll one tightly puckered rose colored nipple between his fingers.

Feeling James' warm hand cupping her breast, Wendy arched her back into his touch. Her entire body felt like a tightly strung cord, and within seconds the two reached their peak simultaneously, crying out each other's name.

James collapsed to Wendy's chest, fighting to even out his ragged breathing. "Was that enough to establish my presence?" he asked after awhile.

Wendy laughed weakly, bringing both arms up around James' neck. Her fingers idly ran through his damp curls, relishing its familiar silky texture. "You've been neglecting my hair again," she murmured, gently extricating her fingers from the tangles.

"Now do you see? I need you with me," James replied unrepentant, pressing a kiss to Wendy's damp collarbone. Remembering that he was still wearing his harness, he sat up not wanting the rough material to chafe Wendy's skin.

"Damn," he swore underneath his breath.

"What's wrong?" Wendy asked lazily, not bothering to open her eyes.

"I fear we may have gotten a bit carried away; I accidentally put a gash through your duvet."

Sighing contentedly, Wendy turned her head and opened one eye. Catching a glimpse at the split in the thick fabric, she found that she didn't care.

"Crimes of passion," she murmured, reaching out towards James wanting to feel him again.

"One second love, let me get this damned thing off lest I maim anything else in your room," James said.

Mustering the energy to sit up, Wendy looked dazedly at James. Pushing his hand down from his shoulder, she deftly unfastened the harness and tugged it down off his body.

"Thank you love," James said, getting up to place the offending object in a safe place. Coming back to the bed, James then yanked back the neatly made bed clothes and ushered a knackered looking Wendy beneath them.

"I don't want to sleep," she half complained sounding like a small child, her drooping eyelids stating otherwise.

"You might not want to, but you need to," James replied looking at the dark circles beneath her eyes. "You look as if you haven't slept in weeks, hell even your bed feels like you've barely occupied it."

"That's because I haven't," Wendy replied with a wide yawn. Trying to fight the exhaustion taking over her body, she turned to look dazedly up at James. "It was hard to sleep; every time I closed my eyes I saw you. Waking up to find myself alone became more difficult each time."

Heaving a sigh, James settled himself besides Wendy beneath the bed clothes. "You've just described the very thing that I've gone through nearly every night," he admitted. He left out the part that the only way he had been able to get any sort of sleep was to drink himself into a stupor, and even sometimes the large quantity of imbibed alcohol failed to numb his pain.

James reached over to turn off the bedside lamp, causing Wendy to protest slightly. "Have you suddenly become afraid of the dark?" he asked. "My pistol is in my coat pocket if you're worried."

"I'm not afraid," Wendy said yawning again, her voice trailing off. "Well…a bit. It was terrifying waking up in pitch dark after dreaming about you only to find that it wasn't real. It took at least ten minutes for my heart to beat properly afterward."

"You don't have to worry about that ever again," James reassured, reclining back on the pillows and guiding Wendy's head to rest on his chest.

Nuzzling against his warm skin, Wendy still fought sleep as she thought of something else. "You still haven't told me how you got here," she said.

"You never asked, little love," James replied, his left hand running through her curls.

"Alright, I'm asking now."

"Close your eyes, Wendy. Right now you need to sleep. In the morning I'll tell you about any and everything you desire, but only if you close your eyes."

"Okay," Wendy sleepily acquiesced, her left arm clutching onto James' bare torso.

"Are they closed?" James chided.

Feeling Wendy nod her head slightly, James moved his hand from her head to gently brush his fingertips against her face, satisfied when he felt her lashes resting against her cheek.

"Good girl," he coaxed, moving his hand back to the top of Wendy's head. "Good night, my little love," he whispered.

"Good night, James," Wendy answered in a lulled voice, instantly falling into a deep sleep.
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