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Embracing Darkness	By : pegasus2704 Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 11148 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This time when she awoke, she was aware of a soft bed beneath her, lavish furs on top of her, and silk and satin pillows surrounding her little body. She was warm and comfortable, soft fabrics enveloping her from every angle. Because her bed of the last month consisted of old curtains and a rotted mattress, she assumed that this was simply a dream, all one lovely, vivid dream. She opened her eyes to stare at the ceiling, hesitating even to breathe in fear that this would end and she would find herself curled up in rubble.
Slowly becoming more aware of her surroundings, Wendy caught the faint smell of the salty sea air mixed with wildflowers and tobacco, both exotic and masculine; slowly she began to recall the events of the day before, the weeks, and that man. When she looked down at herself, she noticed the pale pink silk robe that was tied around her, and the ugly purple and blue bruises that marred her arms and what she could see of her chest. Her tattered dress had been removed, and the dirt and grime from her wartorn home had been washed from her feminine body. A tear slipped down her cheek at the injustice of it all, and the cruelty of this charade. She nearly jumped when a calloused hand gently brushed away the tear and her mind came racing back to the present, recongnizing at once that this was no dream. She rolled over and her tired swollen eyes met clear blue ones, and she was shocked at the comfort she found in them. No fear, no repulsion, just a warm reassurance. James traced his finger back towards her ear, and she tiredly leaned her face into his weathered palm, and began to cry in earnest, for her family, for the past month, and for what her fate might have been had he never come. Ever so gently, James leaned forward in the chair in which he had sat all night, watching over and protecting her sleeping form, and touched his lips to her forehead. Neither said a word as hereached out his hand, sealing it over hers in an intimate gesture of comfort and healing, and there they stayed for a long period of time. Finally Wendy was the first to stir, and sat up in her bed, while James straightened and faced her from where he sat.
"You were watching over me, again." She said softly, with little emotion in her voice. He nodded in agreement but said nothing. He dropped his gaze to his hooked hand, studying it, the very source of his pain and embarassment. It was the symbol of the wall that divided them, the threshold that he had dragged her across when he subjected her to his violent nature, when he killed in front of her. Although he missed his hand, the hook had defined who he was. Before he had met her, it was a sort of horrific trophy, that both repulsed and terrified his adversaries. Now though, he saw its ugliness, its brutality. Wendy saw him staring at it, and slid her small hand overtop of it. Ever so gently, she lifted it as she would if she were taking his hand, and pulled him towards her, shifting over to make room for him on the bed.
"I used to blame you for holding me here, for messing up my future and meddling with my fate. I never realized that perhaps this was my fate. My family..." She choked off. Hook layed down next to her on the bed, and pulled her towards his strong chest to comfort her. She took a deep breath and continued. "They are gone. Anyone that I found that had known them said they never made it out of the city. Neighbors found them, and they were buried quielty along with many others, in simple graves. If I hadnt been here..." Hooks heart fell as he realized what she was saying. Had Pan not brought her here, had she not been his captive, she would have died with them.
"Shhh love, dont think about it." He whispered, kissing her cheek.
"You saved me, back on the beach, from the war, from that man back there, and even now, you save me still. Twice I have left you, yet you still watched over me, my silent protector. Would you ever have come to me?" She said, tearing at his heart. "If you had not seen that man try what he did, would you have come to me?" Hook took a deep breath, his eyes shining from the depth of her words. He lifted his hook, and held it in front of them.
"I always thought that this made me half a man. This weapon, this thing. I felt empty, and was sure that this hand, this deformation was to blame. That only the return of my hand could ever make me whole again. When I saw you that first night back here, with the lost boys in that lagoon, I knew that something within me was awakened, something that had died had come back to life. When I chased you down, when you fought back, it wasn't about hate or violence, it was about something much more basic. I felt alive. I kept you here because I knew that feeling would disappear when you werent around me, then when I was alone I would go back to feeling like only half a man. On my ship that night, the night Pan took you back, I actually felt remorse. I felt remorse because I killed a boy, because I lost you, and because I had lost myself. I wasn't fighting for the glory of it anymore, I was fighting to feel whole again, and I knew I was wrong." The Captain took a deep breath, and stood from the bed. Another stray tear slid down Wendy's cheek as she silently watched the older man stand up. He slid off his jacket, and unbuttoned his shirt, allowing it to slide off of his shoulders to land in a silken puddle on the floor. His chest strained as he grabbed the leather strap holding on the hook with his good hand and pulled hard, ripping it. He pulled the harness from his body, and let it too fall to the floor, the hook itself landing with a loud clatter. James faced her, both arms outstretched, his mutilated stump in front of her. "I dont want to be a monster anymore." He whispered, his eyes shining. Wendy scrambled to the edge of the bed, and pulled him forward by his shoulders. She kissed him soundly, with steel resolve.
"You arent." She said against his lips, unwilling to pull away from him. He embraced her tightly, leaning towards her kneeling form on the bed. "You are everything to me" she said softly in his ear. "I love you, James Hook." He responded by kissing her soundly, caressing her face and shoulders as he went. She kissed him back, almost desperately as she clung to him. She felt his hand slide down to her waist, where he released the knot holding on her robe. James stepped back from her, to unwrap the robe from her lithe body. He looked at her for a moment. She was thinner from her time in London, and still marred by finger bruises, but to James, she never looked more beautiful. He unbuttoned his trousers, and let them slide from his hips. They embraced again, hands exploring the others' body as if to make sure they were real. His fingers caressed her breasts, encircled her nipples. He could feel her heart fluttering and her body trembling, and had to reign himself in not to take her right then. Her smaller hands skittered down his arms, over his shoulder and back, tracing the flat planes of his chest and stomach. She leaned down and kissed his muscular shoulders, as he twirled his fingers into her long hair. When she brought her head up, he reciprocated and lowered his mouth to her neck, and shoulders as she rolled her head to the side to grant him better access. Her hands drifted down to settle at his waist, as she brazenly pulled him closer to her, leaning backwards on the bed.
Needing no extra encouragement, he covered her body with his own. His hands slid down between her legs, as he plundered her mouth with his. She let out a gasp as his roughened fingers gently brushed across her damp curls, which sent heat lacing up into her belly. He stroked her there until he felt her hands grasping at his back desperately seeking something to latch onto. He sat his upper body upright slightly so that he could watch her face. As the tension in her body built, Wendy struggled to remain silent. Her mouth opened, as she swallowed her moans and fought for air. Her hips lifted off of the mattress as James' fingers slid in and out of her. Just as her body was finding its release, he rubbed his thumb over her most sensitive spot, sending a tidal wave of pleasure overtop of her already building orgasm. She screamed out his name, and he could not help but cover her lips with his own. He kissed her until the waves of pleasure subsided, and she opened her eyes to meet his gaze. Eager to return the favor, she slid her hand down his hard stomach, until she found him hard and waiting. He gasped as she embraced his with her hand. His hips bucked several times in reaction to her grip, but then he reached down and took her hand in his own. She stopped, fearful that she had done something wrong.
"I'm sorry, did I..." Her voice was hesitant.
"No my dear," he chuckled huskily. "You did everything right." He then leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "But I want to be inside of you." He whispered enticingly. His hand then moved down inbetween her legs again, and then gently spread them apart. Wendy kissed him fervently as she felt him kneel between her long legs, and position himself. One of her hands slid down his lower back to grab him and pull him closer, into her. Unable to restrain himself, James thrust into her, and her head rolled backward, her eyes closed tightly in pleasure. "No, look at me." He commanded, and Wendy gladly complied. Her wide green eyes met his stormy blue ones as he moved within her. She felt the heat spreading into her legs, as James began moving faster towards his own climax. He slowed his rhythm and deepened his thrusts as he felt her walls begin to tighten around him. When he felt he could wait no longer, he reached his arms underneath her back, and sat up on his knees, pulling her onto his lap as he thrust one final time into her, pushing himself deeper and pulling her closer. Wendy felt like he was reaching her core, touching her very soul. She cried out in a moment of total ecstasy as a final powerful orgasm followed closely on the heels of the first. James sank back to rest in a kneeling position, Wendys legs still wrapped around him, their chests, both heaving in the effort to regain their breath, were flush up against eachother. His mouth pressed up against her cheek, his voice still raspy with passion, he pulled her closer and said into her ear, "I love you, Wendy Darling." She then kissed him long and hard, pouring everything she would have said into words into the kiss, so that they reached straight for his soul. As James lay her slowly back down onto the mattress, stretching out beside her. he wrapped his strong arms around her. She traced her finger across his stump of a hand, and lifted it up to her mouth, where she gently kissed it. Tears appeared in Hooks eyes as he witnessed her willing acceptance of his injury, of his darkest secret, of his entire being. The captain fell into a peaceful sleep moments later. After watching him rest for a moment, Wendy placed a soft kiss on his forehead before drifting off into her own slumber in the arms of the man she loved.
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