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Hook's Wendy	By : MarianTheBlackadder Category: M through R > Peter Pan > AU/AR Views: 4195 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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To many things to count had happened in a very short amount of time. Erratic and stressful wouldn’t even begin to describe them. Captain Hook had made the decision that a return visit to the island for Caitlin would not reoccur any time soon. He could not be certain if it was some unseen force or the island it self that played such a game with Caitlin’s mind. Since it happened when they had left the ship, he thought it best that she stay a board for the time being.

After James had retrieved Caitlin from the brig, he took her back upstairs to their cabin where she could change into other clothes and get cleaned up. He could see that she was doing her absolute best to cope with all the strange happenings. Neverland taking most of her memories away aided this greatly. Had she still been in her collage education frame of mind, he was certain she would have been pushed over the edge by now.

James had not yet had the smaller room that was built into his cabin for Caitlin removed. He quickly found himself wishing he had when she fell asleep there, rather then his bed they were meant to share from the first day they returned. Hook had a great number of things to be seen to, so he closed her door and allowed her to sleep. He’d come up with a new plan he wished to put into action against Pan. Certain he could catch the young rouge this time.

The Captain arranged a landing party and most of the crew headed ashore. The thought had crossed his mind for the briefest of moments, to use Caitlin as bait. She was the newest addition to Neverland and extremely talented with a sword. The possibilities of what she could accomplish with just her presence, were endless. It was a synch that the temptation for the flying youth would have been far to much to resist. However he quickly pushed those thoughts aside. He had absolutely no intention of putting her in danger by bringing her ashore anytime in the near future. She had enough things to recover from without adding yet another episode on top of that. No, he would use his new plan instead. It was going to take a bit of time to put into motion, but it was sure to work.

Much later in the day when the sun went down, taking with it any light they had to work by, the weary and worn out crewmembers returned to the ship. Their Captain was a hard man and worked them as much as they could be worked without killing them. He saw to it that not a moment of time was wasted, and they earned their meals and rum.

For hours before they returned to the Jolly Rodger, Hook’s mind repeatedly wondered back to the glorious night that he and Caitlin had shared together. He supposed as they were eternally imprisoned in Neverland, it had been the full extent of their honeymoon. James had long been without the warmth of a woman’s flesh against his own, but had successfully restrained himself for an eternity waiting for the time when their marriage could be consummated. Now that things had calmed down a bit and nearly returned to normal, he found his desires had grown and his hungry lust screamed for more of the same. Hook had been watching the sun, silently willing it to retire and take it’s light with it, wanting to return to the ship as soon as humanly possible.

On their way back, his eyes moved upwards to his cabin doors as soon as the ship was in sight, and remained there until he made his way onto the deck. “Smee, the men have been neglecting their chores. See to it at first light, all the men are on deck whipping this ship into shape from stem to stern.”

“Yes Capt’n, I’ll see to it personally.”

“You had better, Mr. Smee.” Hook’s attentions weren’t entirely on the conversation, his eyes remained on his quarters the entire time. He moved up the stairs to his Cabin without so much as another sound. Once inside, he locked the doors up tight and began removing his sword, pistol, belt, hat and jacket tossing them onto his desk on his way to Caitlin’s room. Opening the door slowly he found that she was still asleep, but she would not be for long.

He knew that it would have been best to wake her gently, but he couldn’t resist any longer. Hook moved swiftly to her bed and crawled up beside her looking down at her sleeping face. James could feel his breath catch in his breast feeling all the overwhelming desires that had pledged his mind through the day returning in a matter of seconds from just being closer to her like this. He started to say her name, but leaned down over her body he began to lavish kisses and caresses all about her neck, down over her warm velvet neck, continuing down to the soft warm flesh of her breasts that the collar of her dress left exposed.

Caitlin began to stir at the feel of warm breath against her skin, moving as if she thought she was still dreaming. She held still a moment realizing that this was really going on, her eyes opened suddenly and her body tensed up tight beneath him. James could feel this reaction and took a deep calming breath whispering to her in the darkness, “it is alright, shhh.” Her body seemed to relax a bit at the sound of his voice, knowing that it was him and no other. James began to move back up to her neck, working his way back to her mouth being extremely careful to avoid her bruised jaw. All at once he began to hungrily consume Caitlin’s mouth, propping his body up on his bad arm moving his hand to pass over her warm breasts once more. His fingertips caressed her soft skin moving to unclasp the buttons of her bodice.

His mouth moved quickly down over her cheek to her ear as he whispered breathlessly, “I must have you again my love, I have longed for you since first light this morning.” Placing more kisses on her face he continued back down her neck once more, savoring her sweet taste.

Caitlin was still trying to wake up from her slumber; it was a strange way to be awoken. She closed her eyes holding still not sure how she should move, or even if she should move until he instructed her to do so. The warmth of his breath and the feel of his tender caresses caused her to shutter slightly, there was no denying how good it felt when he touched her in such a way.

James could hardly contain himself. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was fully aware that several of her dresses had already been ruined. He had them replaced of course, but it was getting increasingly monotonous how many times her clothes where getting ripped and torn. However his already over anxious body seemed to drain every last ounce of patients from him. Reaching up with his hook, he slid it between the folds of her blouse. With one swift downward movement her buttons popped off the fabric and her shirt fell away from her body baring even more of her skin to his touch.

The vigorous way he unclothed her caused her to gasp and jump, but he pushed her back down beneath him kissing her feverishly. Caitlin hardly had time to breathe much less think. Each time she tried to speak she found James mouth hungrily feasting on her lips. A fire started to burn deep inside her chest as her breath became deeper and more labored as a result of all his lavished affections. Finally she dodged one of his kisses and managed to steal enough air to form words, “James . . . please . . I . . . this is to fast . . .” She whispered her eyes closed as if she was balanced on an edge of desire trying not to fall into a river of temptation.

“I can feel your heartbeat, . . . hear your breath . . .” He whispered against her skin kissing her neck gently moving back to her face once more as he looked down at her with lust filled eyes, “I can see it in your eyes Caitlin . . . . . do not fight me . . . . do not resist your own desires . . . . there is no need for you to do so any longer.” His hand moved up behind her head raising her face towards his just slightly away from the feather pillow her head rested on. “Satisfy them without shame.” Closing his eyes he let his mouth wrap hungrily around hers. Caitlin’s body shook beneath him and she began to breathe faster.

James groaned in pleasure at the feel of her body moving his good hand down over her neck to her shoulder moving it to wrap around his shoulders. Lost in the moments passion, he completely forgot about his Iron hook that replaced his hand and how incredibly sharp it was. However he was soon reminded when Caitlin shifted her weight and nearly screamed into his mouth. It was not a passionate scream, it was one of pain. His eyes opened as he pulled back looking down at her, pulled from his frantic frenzy of desire. “What is it?” Caitlin’s breath had stopped, it was as if she was afraid to move or take another breath for fear of increasing whatever pain she was feeling.

“Caitlin?” He questioned again, still breathing deeply beyond hot and bothered and not as easily calmed down. Her eyes were as big as grapefruits, as all she could do was mouth several times, ‘hook’. It took him a moment to realize what she was referring to and he realized at one point he had slid his bad arm behind her back purely out of instinct. Quickly he lifted his body off if her and took a hold of her shoulder with his good hand, rolling her onto her side careful not to move his artificial appendage. He looked at her back and frowned careful to remove the curved blade from where it had just started to enter her body. It wasn’t deep, just a shallow flesh wound. It would have been a lot worse, had he not stopped his activities or she’d not cried out.

“DAMN this infernal thing!” He shouted slamming his hook down into the mattress in anger. His frustration being increased that much more knowing that now she was wounded; they would not be able to continue. Why on earth would she want to after his injuring her yet again? Taking her shoulder again, James sat her up taking one of the torn pieces of cloth holding it over the wound on her back. Grinding his teeth and cursing repeatedly under his breath.

Caitlin reached for the sheet and pulled it up over her front hiding her exposed flesh. James gave a loud displeased sigh upon seeing this. Cat frowned looking down, “Are you angry with me, James?” She whispered under her breath afraid to ask any louder.

Still holding the cloth to her back he looked at her, “I find myself . . . at an incredible loss for an explanation when I see the way you act around me. Perhaps I could understand had we not exchanged vows before retiring to the bedchambers, but honestly this is completely ridiculous.” Caitlin swallowed not fully understanding what he was referring to.

“Because I . . . cried out?” She questioned softly. The Captain was well beyond frustrated, as any man would be. He dropped the cloth reaching for his hook removing it. Angrily throwing it across the room not even looking after it as it hit hard against the wall. Caitlin jumped at the sound closing her eyes remembering his rage she had been witness to only the day before.

“No,” He grabbed the sheet she was clutching to her chest, “This is what I refer to.” He released it reaching for the cloth once more, to make sure the small cut stopped bleeding. “You cover yourself from me, the few times I have kept you from covering yourself you closed your eyes as if you thought it made you invisible to me, and you do your absolute best to talk me out of continuing my affections as if your pleading not to be thrown off the side of the ship and keelhauled.” He tossed the cloth away, laying on his side next to her just staring at her. “You can imagine how that frustrates me beyond words.”

Caitlin looked up at him swallowing the lump in her throat. “I just feel so vulnerable James. I feel like everything is so horribly . . . I’m just not . . . ready.” Her eyes narrowed and she shook her head as if she meant to say something else but couldn’t find the words. Hook looked at her before giving yet another loud sigh and rolling his eyes, he already felt as if he would burst with need.

“Caitlin, I do not understand this. I want you to try and remember something for me. I want you to think as hard as you can, search your mind and your heart and tell me if anyone in your life time taught you incorrectly about this particular occurrence between a man and a woman. Close your eyes now and try your best.” Caitlin swallowed the lump in her throat that seemed to keep creeping up making it impossible to breathe correctly. Closing her eyes tight she ran a few things through her mind and winced. James leaned up getting closer to her watching her face, “You remembered something. Tell me the words you remember.”

“My stories . . . they found one of my stories. They told me that I was wrong for having those sorts of thoughts and dreams. That good and proper girls never had such thoughts, only evil and wicked ones.” Hooks eyes wondered over her face as her eyes were closed still as she seemed to be stuck in the memory. It suddenly dawned on him why her journal was so incredibly secretive and never left her side when she was in the real world. The stories she’d written in them, the fantasies that lie there had been torn apart by some idiotic person who were probley so unattractive they never had the chance to experience such pleasures.

“How old were you when this happened Caitlin.” He said still looking at her.

“I was 16. I wrote a story about a dark stranger, a creature of the night that visited young virgins and . . . .” She stopped as a blush started to glow in her cheeks remembering the story realizing that he was listening to her words.

“Go on Caitlin, tell me what your story was about.” He encouraged wanting to know more if he had any hope of breaking down this wall that she seemed to use to protect herself. “What sort of creature was it.” It was obvious this wasn’t very long before she had been assaulted in a rather perverse way, which he decided only cemented her fears and beliefs.

“He was a Vampyre. I had read a book about one called Dracula and had a dream about it. When I awoke, I wrote it down as I remembered it and how it made me feel. I kept it in one of the books on my shelf folded up knowing I shouldn’t have had such thoughts. But one day they found it reaching for the book I’d hidden it in, it fell to the floor and they read what I’d written. I was . . . . they were so angry with me.” She whispered as a tear escaped her eyes and rolled down her cheek. Her parents where dead by this point, whoever her guardians where should have had their throats cut for the sort of manner they had pounded clear through to her heart.

“Enough.” Caitlin’s eyes opened as she gasped taking a deep breath looking down at him. Hook thought for a moment as he sat up next to her reaching for her hair brushing it back off her shoulder. “You do not have to suppress those thoughts and feelings any longer Caitlin. You have no reason to be shy or ashamed when you are with me. Personally, I think I would have liked to have read your story before it was destroyed.” He looked into her eyes for a few moments before speaking softly, “I know what is in your heart Caitlin, I saw the look in your eyes when you saw me without a shirt. The curiosity and desire but the unwillingness to release it and give yourself over to the pleasures you have wished for secretly for so long.” Cat just sat silently looking into his eyes, James sighed feeling absolutely defeated. “How can I release you from the chains they wrapped around your mind and let you know your safe here.”

Hook started to turn intending to leave her alone for the night and go shoot someone to take out his frustration, but was stopped suddenly. Caitlin reached out with her hands clasping his face and kissing him just as hungrily as he had only a little while before. His eyes opened wide looking at her cross-eyed a bit in shock at the sudden change in her manner. But soon closed his eyes reaching out circling his arms around her pulling her against him. She kissed him more feverishly pushing him back on the bed falling with him laying over his body. After a moment she released his mouth looking down at him breathing hard. James looked up at her thankful he’d removed his hook, it seemed as if she would no longer care if she cut herself on it.

“Caitlin, I must say . . . .” He wasn’t able to say anything as his famished bride was suddenly consuming his mouth once more. Closing his eyes he returned her kiss groaning into her mouth at the feel of it. A moment was all that was needed for his own hunger to return to its full fire. He flipped them over onto her back wanting to regain full control of this situation. James let his mouth continue to caress hers, moving his hand down her side seeking to remove what was left of her dress. He opened his eyes looking down at her a moment, as to his pleasure and surprise he found her hands moving to his vest undoing the buttons quickly and pulling his shirt free of the sash he wore.

The thought crossed his mind that he’d released what the crew had affectionately named, the ‘hellcat’. Mind you, it was what he had been wanting but he didn’t expect the full turn about she had done in just a few short seconds. Her stories in her journal were filled with such desire, passion and longing it had completely dumbfounded him why she was so incredibly shy and timid when her chance had finally come.

“Good lord woman, this suddenly turned into a contest of vigor.” He whispered before she reached up and pulled his mouth down to hers again. He couldn’t help but given in to his own lusts and desires.

A while later they lay side by side resting, Caitlin’s head on his chest listening to his heartbeats. James just lay there running his fingers through her hair giving a deep sigh of content, as he started to drift of to sleep. Once he stopped moving his hand through her hair Caitlin’s eye popped open as she looked up at him thinking him asleep. Slowly reaching up, she grasped the sheet that covered them with two fingers and began to raise it. Her curiosity let loose now, and she wanted to see what made them so different. She opened her eye wider trying to see through the darkness. “It is easier if you just pull the sheet off.” James voice said breaking the silence. Caitlin jumped letting go of the sheet that quickly settled back covering him once more, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

He opened his eyes and turned his head looking down at her as she held absolutely still, eyes wide as if she had been caught stealing gold. He chuckled a bit finding it quite amusing. “If you wish to see Caitlin, then look. I think we proved that shyness is just a very affective illusion, why regain it now?” He said referring to the relations they’d just shared. Her eyes looked at him slowly as if she still wasn’t sure. He just smiled and rested his bad arm behind his head watching her “Go on.” Encouraging her to explore all she wished. As before it didn’t take very much prodding as it had apparently been something she wondered about for sometime.

She sat up moving to wrap the sheet around herself once again. James raised a brow at this but he would let her get away with this time. Old habits took time to break, but he would break her of it yet. She reached for the sheet pulling it back from his body looking curiously. Caitlin’s shyness and doubt where forgotten as her eyes filled with wonder at the sight. Having never seen anything quite like it before, even before in her lost memories. “This . . . is you?” She whispered looking up at him.

“Of course. What did you think I was making love to you with?” This was most amusing to him. Her life was a strange and a difficult one. Through it all she still managed to stay as pure as ever. Caitlin’s eyes moved back looking over him again curiously, “I wouldn’t think . . . . it would fit inside. . . .well . . . I mean . . it’s so big.” She whispered.

He burst into laughter not being able to take it anymore, reaching down for her arm pulling her to lay over him looking into her eyes. “My darling wife, your innocents certainly makes a man feel . . . appreciated.” He said gently chuckling again his eyes shining looking into hers, as he ran his fingers through her hair. His smile lessened a bit as he ran his fingertips over her bruised jaw, “I know you still do not love me yet Caitlin. I know your trying to force yourself into it, and trying to learn to love me. I wish there had been a chance to court you properly and given you the choice. . . .” He stopped there remembering that what she had remembered was changed now that she believed they had been betrothed. It was a lie he had to live with now and accept, and he wished it had never passed his lips. “I wish it had been your choice, and not your fathers.”

Caitlin’s eyes stayed on his listening to his words looking into his crystal blue eyes. Even now they were still bewitching, entrancing in every way. “I care for you more then anything in this world or any other. My heart belongs to you. I do not know if it always has . . . . but I do know from our wedding day until eternity, it will always be yours.” Looking into her eyes another moment, he gently guided her head down to rest against his chest again, running his fingertips over her hair. James quickly sunk into deep thoughts of his own, wondering where there was to go from here.

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