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By Hook or By Crook	By : OktoberBlack Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 14973 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Not my characters (except for the ones that are). Not making any money off of them. Wish I were, never going to be. Don’t sue me, please.

Thanks for all the reviews and comments. I’m pleased that my story pleases you. It’s taking me a while to update because I’m slow and I’ve been working non-stop. But I’ve had a few moments here and there to get back into the story, so… here you go! I hope you like it.

By Hook or By Crook (for want of a better name)

Chapter Nineteen: The Proposition

Hook didn’t return for six days. I kept expecting him to come back, kept worrying that he would return to rape me or beat me, or confuse me further. But he didn’t return. Smee brought me a linen shirt to wear, but left me chained to the bedpost. Three times a day, he brought me food and sometimes he sat with me. I believe he thought he was entertaining me. In between his visits, I slept or read one of the books in Stephano’s bookshelves. I checked on the location of the instructions for how to get between the worlds a couple of times, just to make sure they were still there. Hook had found the fairy dust, so even though I had the instructions, I couldn’t actually get back home.
“Where is Captain Hook?” I finally asked Smee, after two days alone.
“Oh, he’s got business in the jungle,” Smee said, tapping his finger against his nose. “Business with Pan.”
“He’s after Pan?”
“So I’ve heard,” Smee said, as he set up my breakfast tray.
“But you don’t know,” I asked, with a scowl.
“My sources are very reputable, Miss,” Smee said. He poured my tea and then left the room. I stared at my plate of toast and jam, and wondered whether I was ever going to get out of there.

I had my answer four days later when Hook finally returned.
“I have a proposition for you,” he said, as he strode into the room. He was dressed in full pirate regalia, feather topped hat in one hand.
“Where have you been?” I asked, amazed at my audacity. What right did I have to ask him where he’d been? And why did it matter to me anyway?
“What business is it of yours where I’ve been?” Hook asked curiously, echoing my thoughts.
“I… I don’t know. I guess I just was wondering,” I replied lamely. I sat on the edge of the bed, my legs crossed underneath me. The chain around my ankle bit into the flesh of my leg, but I ignored it. Crossing my legs allowed the linen shirt to cover my nakedness as completely as possible.
“If you must know, I was on board the Jolly Roger,” he said. He sat down in the armchair opposite the bed. “I needed to think.”
“I see.”
“You’ve turned my world upside down,” he said with a frown. “It’s not as though I’ve never taken a captive before. I have. I’ve had women in my bed before, sometimes several in succession.”
“I… see,” I said again, a sour taste in my mouth. What the hell was he getting at?
“But this time is different. And I needed to think about that. D’you see?” he asked, peering at me intently. I gazed back at him. My eye had healed somewhat during his absence, so I could see out of both eyes now. My heart beat wildly as he stared at me, but I had no idea why. I didn’t know what to make of any of this. He shook his head. “Finally, though, I believe I came to a conclusion. No matter from whence this unfortunate change in emotion has come, it is here and it must be dealt with. Therefore, I return to the proposition with which I began this conversation.” He stood up and walked over to the bed, where he sat down next to me. His good hand slid behind my neck; he pushed my hair behind my ear, then ran one finger slowly down the length of it. It made me shiver. He placed his fingertip under my chin and turned me to face him. His blue eyes seemed almost hesitant as he paused before he spoke. “I would like you to stay with me here in Neverland. Not as my captive, but as a pirate aboard the Jolly Roger.”
“What?” I exclaimed, shocked. “But…”
“I know. You don’t know the first thing about pirating. But I could teach you that,” he said, his eyes alight with excitement. He stood suddenly, drawing his sword. “I could teach you the parry and thrust of swordplay. You could learn to fight! And to navigate by the stars, and to pillage and loot with the best of ‘em.” He thrust his sword to punctuate each statement as if fighting an invisible enemy and then thrust his sword back into its scabbard before approaching me again. He grinned at me. “What do you say to that?”
“You want me to be a pirate? Isn’t is bad luck to have a woman on board ship?”
“I know, I know… but I think in this case, it would be worse luck not to,” he said. He unbuckled his belt and threw his weapons on the armchair. “What do you say? It’s exciting, by Lucifer!”

And apparently, it was. Hook, in his excitement, had unbuttoned his trousers and was climbing on the bed, hard and ready for sex. I wasn’t so sure, but before I could protest, he had pushed me on to my back and was on top of me. He pulled my shirt open and began to play with my breasts as he continued to talk.
“Ah, the life of a pirate!” he said, his cock slipping between my nether lips and rubbing against my clit. “You’ll love it, my dear. The salt against your face from the spray of the sea… the wind in your sails… the fear you engender in everyone you meet…” He slid his cock into my warmth, and surprisingly, I was ready for him. He groaned as he began to thrust into me. “And this! Having you to warm my bed every night… and willingly! And the plunder! Jewels… you’ll be dripping with jewels and fine silks…” He slid in and out of me, my legs wrapped around his still-clad waist, his mouth buried against my neck. His breath grew quick as he reached his climax, his pleasure enhanced by the image he had in his mind of the two of us pirating together. I shuddered through a climax of my own just before he reached orgasm; he let out a huge moan of pleasure as he came. He collapsed onto me, his lips seeking mine before he rolled away from me. He lay on the bed next to me; his chest heaved, and a grin played across his lips. “Well? What do you say?”
“How can I say no?” I asked. Well, how could I? The last thing I wanted to do at that point was piss him off again. And it was obvious saying no would be such a huge disappointment to him.
“That’s the answer I wanted to hear,” he growled happily. He jumped off the bed and tucked his now flaccid member back into his trousers before doing up his buttons. Then he grabbed his belt and weapons. “We’ll begin your training tomorrow morning, starting with the art of the sword.”
“Are you going to let me go in the meantime?” I asked, with a rattle of the chain attached to my ankle.
“I think not,” he said, one eyebrow raised. “I may be smitten but I’m not stupid.”
“Right,” I said with a sigh. He left the cave and I fell back onto the bed, wondering what the hell had just happened.

Hook came back to see me at dinnertime. Smee and two other pirates brought a table into the bedroom and set it up for dinner. They set two places with china and silverware, before laying the table with dozens of hot dishes and delicacies. Hook appeared once they’d left; he seated himself at one end, a napkin tucked under his chin.
“Well, my dear? Have a seat,” he said, indicating the chair opposite him.
“Seriously?” I asked. I’d fallen for this one before and wasn’t sure I wanted to again.
“Of course. You are going to be a member of my crew. A very special member of my crew, I might add. I thought we should celebrate your becoming a pirate with dinner,” he said. I slowly slid into the chair and placed my napkin on my lap.
“I don’t have to do anything for you in order to eat?” I asked, still unsure.
“Not tonight. Not again. From now on, we shall reserve those oh-so-pleasurable activities for times other than meals,” Hook said. He poured two glasses of red wine and passed one to me. My stomach roiled at the thought of drinking red wine, but I took a small sip when he raised his glass in a toast. “What shall we drink to? I know… To the beginning of a new and prosperous relationship.”
“To our new relationship,” I replied, raising my glass to him. He drank deeply; I sipped and put my glass down as quickly as possible. He filled a plate for me with a variety of foods and I picked at everything, this change in him making me incredibly nervous.

What it really came down to, I supposed, was whether I wanted to stay with Hook in Neverland or whether I wanted to try and get home. There were problems with both options, although I wasn’t all that sure the latter was really an option. If I stayed with Hook, who was to say he wouldn’t get tired of me? And if he did, what would he do? Sell me as a slave or kill me, just as he had threatened to do when I was still a captive? And didn’t that really mean my status hadn’t changed all that much? I mean, sure, he could teach me to fight, loot, and pillage, and I wouldn’t have a chain around my ankle (eventually, anyway) but realistically, I would still be captive. I knew that if I ever even tried to leave him, he would probably kill me. I looked down at my plate and idly pushed a pile of peas into the mashed potatoes. I really was stuck the same way a battered woman was stuck; I couldn’t leave without fearing for my life, but if I stayed, he would most likely beat me or rape me when he was angry with me. And he was so unpredictable, there was no way to be sure when a change of mood would overtake him.

On the other hand, if I tried to leave him, I would have to wait to find some fairy dust first, and then I would have to get him to free me from my fetters. That would involve more guile and cunning than I thought I possessed. I would have to pretend to go along with him and make him trust me, without allowing us to leave the caves in which we currently dwelled. Then, when I had found some fairy dust, I would have to wait for him to leave me alone—completely alone, which was unlikely—so that I could make the transition into my world. Plus, I needed more clothing and some money if I was to make it all the way home once in my world. This was all highly unlikely and I knew it. But there was one more problem.

I was beginning to actually have some kind of feelings for Hook.

I didn’t love him—not really. But watching him eat, the lamplight glinting off his single gold hoop earring, his blue eyes flashing with pleasure as he drank his wine… I felt a bit, well, almost tender toward him. And then I tried to change position and my fetters clanked, and I wondered what the hell was wrong with me. God, I was so confused! He was my captor and now he wanted to be my lover. And in some ways, he wanted us to be partners, mates, a kind of couple. Was this at all possible? I didn’t know.

He pushed his plate away, drained his glass, and sat back in his chair.
“Not hungry, my dear?” he asked cordially. I shook my head.
“Not so much, no,” I replied and he “tsk-tsked” at me.
“I should think you’d be happy to just eat, no strings attached. Perhaps,” he suggested, a gleam in his eye, “you’re so used to satisfying me first that you require a taste of Hook to whet your appetite?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“Uh…”
“Well, perhaps not. I’ll have Smee clear the table. Perhaps what you need is a chance to get outside this dreary cavern and go for a walk.” He stood up and shouted out the doorway, “Smee!” Smee appeared at once, followed by two other pirates, and within moments they had not only cleared the table, but also cleared the table itself right out of the room. Hook stood in front of me, brandishing a key in his good hand. “I’m going to unlock your fetters. While I would prefer just to trust that you won’t even consider leaving me, particularly on the eve of this wonderful new phase in our relationship, I am a realistic man.” He knelt to undo the fetters, his hook resting against my thigh. He looked up at me and the look on his face made me quiver. “You know very well what I would do to you, should you find it in your heart to leave me, but I’ll tell you again just to… make certain.” He let the fetters drop to the ground and sat down next to me, his hook against my neck, pulling me close. He placed his mouth against my ear, his breath hot, his voice low. “I would chase you down to the ends of the earth if need be—and I’ve been to the ends of the earth, my dear. You would have no way to hide from my vengeance. And what vengeance it would be.” His hook slid lightly up to rest against my jaw line and I could just feel my pulse beat against the cold metal of that deadly instrument. “Cross me, my love, and we’ll see just how sweet your blood tastes.” I shivered. He slid his tongue along the curve of my ear and then down my throat, where he sucked gently at my flesh. Then he released me. He stood up, holding out his hand for mine. “Now, enough talk. Let’s go out and take in the air, shall we?”
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