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In the swirl of passion	By : Lywhn Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 35043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4 – Changes

Peter strode through the dense forest, his eyes tried to penetrate the darkness of the night, searching almost desperate for a sign of Wendy. For hours he had comb through Neverland.
First he went into the direction she fled, but he hadn’t found any footprints. Between her getaway from Hook and his pirates and the boys’ realization, that the girl hadn’t made it to the hide-out had been elapsed too much time. The grass and moss showed no tracks anymore. Then Peter had gone to the Indians, hoping that Wendy had searched there for refuge, but no of the Natives had seen her. Tiger-Lilly and her father had offered help to find the white girl in the morning, when maybe the sun would make some signs cognizable, but Peter couldn’t wait this long. He felt deep inside an almost scaring urge to find her. He didn’t know why, but he sensed that he was near to loose her.
He then had fly to the Jolly Roger, a part of him anticipated that the pirate-captain was involved in the whole matter. But the great cabin of Hook had been silent and dark; Peter couldn’t see anything through with lead vitrified windows. He had sneaked on board, listening to the pirates’ chitchats, but nothing of their talks alluded that Wendy was a prisoner of them. And that Hooks quarter was dark had a simple explanation: The pirate-captain had gone to bed. For just a moment Peter fancied to remember, that his sworn enemy hadn’t show himself through the whole fight between his men and the Lost Boys, but this thought passed unheard by.
After the failure at the ship nothing else remained Peter to search again in the forest for his friend. It never occurred to him, that Wendy could be at the Black Castle.
A sudden golden shine at his side woke his attention and for a moment he thought it was Tinker Bell, who hadn’t gone with him because of her big headache (during the fight she had been careless and Cecco had hit her fully with his big hand). But it wasn’t his little friend, who floated besides him, but a beautiful female fairy with long golden hair and silver shining wings, clad in a long white dress. Big wise eyes looked at the eternal boy, gentle and compassionate in once.
Peter knew instantly who she was and bowed graceful. “Her Majesty”, he greeted politely and softly in once and smiled at the fairy-queen, despite his worry for Wendy.
The fairy-queen senses the restlessness and slightly fear of the little leader of this magical island and laid one tiny hand at his cheek, asking him something in her bell-language.
The boy sighed. “Wendy is missing”, he answered. “Hook attacked us in the afternoon and I sent her away to safety – as I thought. But she never made it to our hide-out.”
She again said something; this time her tinkling sounded sincerer and urgently.
The boy frowned. “What do thou mean by ‘there will come a change for Neverland’ and ‘old things will go and new ones will come?’”
The fairy-queen only shook her head, giving him a tender smile, before she kissed him quickly on the nose.
Peter blushed and grinned. “Hey, thou never gave me a thimble before.”
By this the tiny fairy started to giggle, knowing perfectly well what the boy meant. His misunderstanding between a thimble and a kiss had make a round through the whole island and its inhabitants – humans and magic creatures – after his rescue by Wendy, who used this misunderstanding to trick Hook.
Again the soft bell-language sounded to Peters ears; the small voice of the fairy could only understood correctly by him and some of his friends, as well as of the Indian medicine-man Great-Little Panther.
“Right, I’ll be careful and thank thy for your offer that thou will be at my side, if I need thy.” He bowed and looked after the shining creature, as she flied away.
He sighed and concentrated again on mission. “Where are you, Wendy?”

It was warm and cosy around her, the sheets and the pillow beneath her smooth and comfortable. She heard an unsteadied quiet cracking from somewhere, what was familiar to her: The noises of an open fire. She felt tired and peaceful in one, her limbs were heavy but her skin felt odd alive. There was a small throbbing pain in a part of her body she never had thought about before, but she was too indolent to waste another thought for it. She snuggled closer in the pillow, stretching a little bit her back and her arms in this process, recognizing but now that she laid on her belly, what was a new sleeping-position for her, but even for a changing she seemed to has no strengths. It was too snug for moving.
Before she dozed off again she felt cool air touching he back and then a warm hand stroke over her spine.
Oh no! No waking and getting-up now! It was defiantly too early for that.
“Only five minutes more, Mother”, she murmured and buried her face in the silky material of the pillowcase.
A deep chuckle drifted to her ears and the hand travelled to her waist, making room for a slow kiss on her bare back. She felt warm, softly lips and a slightly scratching around them, sending a shiver through her body.
What the hell…?
Her eyes flew open and she looked uncomprehending at the foreign furniture at the wall and the unfamiliar chimney in front of her. Where was she? How had she gotten here – wherever ‘here’ was – and who laid besides her? Who dared to be in the same bed as she and stroked her over her bare back?
Just a moment!
BARE back? She was NUDE? And NOT alone in bed???
With a high-pitched scream she bolted straight up, nearly knocked down her companion in the process and turned shocked and furious around. “Who…?” she started and gasped as she looked in the first surprised and then very amused blue eyes of James Hook.
He looked at her for several more moments and broke into guffawing laughter.
Wendy found her voice again, too angry to be afraid as she found the pirate-captain beside her. “What are you doing here? How dare you to…?”
He only laughed harder, so that tears formed in his eyes. “Sweetie, just try to wake up again, but this time with your memories”, he managed to get out and enjoyed the play of her mimic on her angelic face.
Anger turned into bewilderment, than in straining thinking and at least in realization. She stared at him, recognized that she sat nude till the waist before him and turned in the most crimson red he ever had seen, trying hectically to cover herself with the blanket, what he thought a great pity. The sight had been too good.
Wendy didn’t dare to look at him again, the memories of what had happened returned to her more and more. She had slept with him and this not by force! You rather could called it a seduction – but never the last she had welcomed him in her arms! Him! The greatest enemy of Peter, her captor, the very same man who once tried to kill her! The most fearsome villain of the Seven Seas and… and the damn best looking man she ever had laid eyes on!
Without her own doing her gaze roamed over him. His black curls were a mess but shiny, reminded her of the rampant mane of a wild horse she once had seen pictures of. It suited him, emphasized his aura of danger and freedom, turned his usual gentleman-appearance in that of the fiercely pirate he was. The slipped blanket exposed his muscular chest, tanned lightly here and there. He had braced himself on his right arm, while his left laid relaxed before him. Beneath the thin blanket she could make out the forms of his long legs, his slender hips and…
Hastily she looked away, met his wicked gaze and saw his widening smirk. He cocked his head to one side, looking very complacently and arrogantly.
“I see, your memories had been restored”, he grinned, reaching for her.
Wendy shied back. “Don’t you dare…”
Laughing he caught her arm and pulled her towards him. “Come here, my beauty!” Without any responding to her protest he drew her closer to him, circled her with both arms and dragged her over him, holding her there with gentle force.
“Let me go this instant!” she hissed, her eyes blazing, her face still blushing.
Hook only sneered. “When and where have I heard this before?” He pretended to think for a moment. “Ah, yes. Now I remember. A beautiful little wildcat ordered me so, only to clung a little bit later to me with arms and legs, begging me to not let go.”
If was not possible, but the girl blushed even more.
The pirate-captain smiled, lifted his good hand and cupped softly one of her heated cheeks. “Calm down, Wendy, or you will get a heart-attack!”
“What would be your fault”, she gave back.
“Aye. And it would be a shame, that I have to handle you then like a hoary granny instead of the passionate, ardently woman you are for real.”
Her face, what had started to return to its normal colour just a little bit, reddened again and she avoided his gaze, looking down on his strong throat. She felt his smooth skin beneath hers, so warm and softly; his heart beat in a steady rhythm; his chest moved with his calm breath. His mutilated arm rested on her still exposed back, while his fingers stroke over her cheek, her nose, her forehead and finally over her mouth, sending a prickle through her. She closed her eyes, the memories of the strong feelings during his last caresses and their lovemaking rushing back to her. Never before she had felt so deeply vivid and completely helpless at the same time while he had been in her. The intensity had been like a thunderstorm, had driven her nearly out of her mind and had finally hurled her down into a fovea of glistening light and an all engulfing fire, where a merciful darkness had rescued her.
She bit her lips and crinkled her hinted little snub nose, what made the pirate-captain grinning. She was so cute, when she did that. “What is it, Wendy?”
She opened her eyes only one little slit and asked: “Have I really fainted or are playing my memories tricks on me?”
The proudest smile she had ever seen on someone’s face appeared on his features, pure male and absolutely satisfied. “Yes, my sultry beauty, you fainted!” he purred, straightening his shoulders.
She decided to ignore his ego, pressed her lips together and sighed, changing the direction of the theme the slightest bit. “And I have found it always so sappy when I heard of women who fainted.”
A new chuckle rumpled in his chest. “Let me guess: You have only heard of women, who fainted because of to much heat in the summer or because they had been scared.”
By this Wendy had to grin. “Yes. A rolling with the eyes, a dramatically moaning, a theatrical gesture to the heart and down they felt!”
Hook laughed. “You have a way of telling, my sweet storyteller!” He lifted his head and kissed her lightly on the lips, still swollen from his earlier assaults.
She turned a little bit pink and gave him a look, what he almost could have called as gallivant. He stroke through her hair, let the silky strands sliding through his fingers, while they gazed at each other.
Suddenly she frowned. She was far too comfortable with the position she was in and that alarmed her. “Haven’t I been angry with you?”
“I can’t remember that”, he answered with simulated sincerity.
She cocked her head and nodded after a moment insistently. “Yes, I definitely had been angry with you!”
“And for what may I ask?” he pretended to be completely clueless.
“For… for loosing all my morale and… and nearly my mind… and…” She stopped a moment before she added in a small voice, her face again deep red: “For seducing me.”
He smirked. “This, my little vixen, could I reproaching you as well.”
She gaped. “What?”
His features turned serious: “I always thought about how I could take revenge on you; how I could get to London and to let you suffer for how you tricked me and nearly sealed my doom. And then you came back to Neverland, daring to come under my eyes as a merely young woman, more vivid and beautiful I ever thought possible. And when I had you in my power, all I could think of had been to make love to you. And to say it clear: that hasn’t changed even a bit.”
She lowered her gaze, still flushed. “So I traversed your plans again, Captain”, she murmured shyly.
“We were by ‘James’, my beauty!”
She looked back at him, this time unsure and abashed.
He smiled. “Honey, we were so close together how a man and a woman ever could be. It wouldn’t really fits if you would me call ‘Captain’ now.”
Wendy took a deep breath and nodded silently.
“Say it”, he murmured, his voice getting husky. “Say my name.”
She hesitated. Right, she had called him by his first name in the heat of ecstasy – screamed it, to be truthful – but that had been another matter. She had been out of sanity in this moment, what she could accept for an excuse. But to call him ‘James’ now would make the whole situation final. It would change everything.
Whom she tried to fool here? Everything HAD changed the moment she surrendered to him – no, the moment she felt arousal instead of fear, the moment she returned his kisses, the very moment she saw the man behind the dangerous pirate! He had been right: They both had past the point of no return when fright and hate had turned into desire and passion, and there was no going back now! What ever would come, but he was the first man who touched her in the most intimate ways, who draw her over the threshold between child and woman and who had show her the bliss of physical pleasure. Of course she had to call him by his first name.
“James”, she whispered and as she saw his eyes lighten up, she said with more self-confidence: “James!”
To hear her saying his real name again warmed something in him, of which he thought he had lost it long time ago.
He lifted his head again and kissed her slowly and gentle, enjoying the softness of her lips. As he gave her free she looked both embarrassed and nervous, avoiding his gaze once more.
Ever so softly he stroke over her small back, relished the feeling of her warm skin on his’, of her small breasts pressing on his chest and the quickened heartbeat at his’. Her long hair tickled him and her very present set his body on fire again wherever she touched him. Alas, her nearness was enough to inflame him again. Blood rushed to his guts, as the desire reawakened.
Wendy felt his strong hand massaging the tensed muscles in her shoulders and back and for a moment she relaxed. It felt good – very good, to say the truth. His warm breath danced over her skin of her throat and her chin, his scent more familiar by now.
Suddenly she felt something moving at her one thigh, something that got hotter and hotter by every second and grew very hard. Her eyes widened as she realized what it was and what it meant. Flabbergasted she starred down on the man, with whom she shared the bed; saw the wickedness returning to his blue eyes as well as the fire in their depths.
“That cannot be!” she blurted out without a thought. “You already have...” She stopped and blushed again.
Another chuckle escaped his lips; warmth spread through him by her natural innocence. Warmth that had nothing to do with the heat of passion that started to flow through his veins. “It’s not my fault, my little beauty. You have this influence on me – I can’t change it.”
“But you... I mean, we have... only a little while ago... It is not possible, that you are again... in... this... state!” she stammered.
By this statement Hook could not help himself, but laughed. He pulled her down to him, rolling her on her back, sliding over her. “My hearty, I think you have to learn very much about men and their peculiarities.”
She looked up to him, a little bit questioning because of his use of the first pet-name he ever had given her. At that time he had asked her, if she had ever think about to be a pirate. Never it had occurred to her that she would give herself to him four years later.
Slowly he bent down and kissed her, deep and sensual. He felt her small hands on his back – hesitantly but also daring – and heard her sighed. Her lips opened and her tongue started to challenge his’ to a new duel. Her one leg moved and wrapped around his’, holding him near her. He relaxed and a pang of joy bolted through him, his good hand fingered her one breast, his crippled arm sliding under her neck. She moaned and arched against him, the most vulnerable part of her got wet again. He groaned by this and slipped his hand under her back, pressing her to him, his hunger for her building and building beyond every sane.
In the moment his mouth had closed over hers and she had felt his weight on hers again, every clear thought had left her and her body had its own will again. She embraced him, returning his demanding kisses and let herself drifting away in the flames of the pleasure, he had to offer. Now there was not time and room to think about her behaviour. She would do this tomorrow.

The warm fire of the chimney sent his golden light through the dark room. The candles had burn down and had left the bedroom in merely darkness a while ago.
The both entwined figures on the bed laid motionless and silent, holding to each other with a need for closeness, that was almost scaring, if they hadn’t been too exhausted to recognized it.
Wendy starred with hooded eyes in the twilight and snuggled sleepily at the man at her side. Their heartbeats had returned to their normal rhythms not too long ago, as well as the breath. She felt James shifting and sighed, her head resting on his left shoulder, his arm was wrapped around her, his good hand laid on her hip.
This time she hadn’t fainted, although their lovemaking hadn’t been not less vehement than before. She had relished in his ministrations, had welcomed him in her body and hadn’t could get enough from the bliss he had given her. A small voice in the back of her mind whispered that she should be ashamed, but she was too tired to listen. Besides, in this very moment she couldn’t understand why it was such a shame to sleep with a man; not, when it felt so good and so right. Of course, it wasn’t right for a young lady to surrender to a man she wasn’t married to – and to a man, who was a real pirate never the less! – but it hadn’t felt wrong and still didn’t. Not in this hours deep in this special night. Somehow she believed that fate had had its hand in this whole game and even when not, then James had been right with one thing: There was no going back now!
Had she thinking of him as ‘James’? Yes, she had! And it seemed natural to do so. They didn’t know each other very well, but they had shared something so intimate and good that it didn’t count very much that they were still mere strangers to another.
Hook looked at the ceiling above him that disappeared in the dim light. He felt sate and at peace for once; the longing had calmed down and lurked somewhere in the depth of his mind. It had been more than incredible to feel her, to taste her, to ravish her; to see her glassy, shining eyes, to hear her moans and her pleas and to have her hands and lips on his body; this small warm hands, which could be both so gentle and so urgently. Her scent had almost dulled him; sweet as honey and roses, fresh as the air of an early morning at sea and at the same time heavy with her arousal. Her lips had calmed the violence in him, had waken a softer side he thought he didn’t posses anymore. And her passion had nearly killed him. She was so young and innocent, but she had a fire he hadn’t experience with any other women – as far as he remembered. Neverland blocked nearly all of his memories of his former life, but in this case he simply felt the speciality of sleeping with this young girl. Something, that had never been before, had brought him a bliss that was completely unfamiliar for him.
He turned his head and looked down on the walnut mane of his lover. He felt her calmed breath on his chest and the sweat that still came out of her pores. Her skin was warm – too warm – and she moistened her lips with her tongue; a sign of the state her body was in.
Gentle he shifted and sat up, take care that he didn’t disturb her too much, moved the blanket and swung the feet over the edge.
“Where are you going?” Her voice sounded raspy and tired.
“I fetch something to drink, my sweet. I think, we both need it.”
Wendy only smiled and closed her eyes, stretching herself after he left the bed. The air wasn’t that cold anymore; it seemed to be very much warmer. It lulled her, started to entice her into forgetting and sleep.
Before sleep could take her over, she felt a moving of the mattress and heard some low noises. She managed to open her eyes one more time and saw James sitting besides her, holding a glass in his good hand.
“Here, Wendy. You need it.”
He helped her to sit up and held the glass to her dry lips. It was wine, a red one, and even if she didn’t prefer alcohol she drank it eagerly. It tasted sweet and heavy, good and forbidden. The alcohol prickled on her tongue and the rich aroma filled her senses, brought the life back to her exhausted body and made her more tired in one.
Smiling Hook watched as the girl emptied the full glass. A healthy pink returned to her pale cheeks and her face showed the relief of her natural needs. A soft smile rushed over his features, made his face younger.
He refilled the glass and insisted that she would drink it whole as well. Only then he was satisfied that her body didn’t miss any needed liquid.
Wendy laid down and her lids closed again. She was so tired, but felt more comfortable than ever before. Suddenly the blanket, that covered her, was removed and she felt his stump spreading her legs. No! Not any more! She was too exhausted to...
A wet, cool and very soft washcloth touched her, calmed the still heated flesh of her thighs. Sleepily she looked at the man bending above her and realized, what he was doing. She started to protest but he silenced her with a soothingly: “Sh, my beauty. Just let me do this for you.”
Wendy relaxed, the cold was like a boon. As it drove over her most vulnerable part, she winced. Her womanhood was sore and prickly. A little bit alarmed she lifted her head and looked shocked at the mess between her legs and on the sheets. There was something she didn’t recognize and blood.
“What...?”
“It’s alright, Wendy. It’s normal at the first time”, he explained gently and washed the drying blood and the rest of her nectar and his seeds from her skin, cleaning the washcloth in a dish he had brought with him.
If someone had asked her later, why she trusted him now she wouldn’t be able to give an answer. It was pure instinct, as she laid back and enjoyed his care, forgetting completely that he was one of the most feared pirates, which had ever travelled over the seas and that she was practically his captive. In this very moment he was only a man and she a young woman, experienced her first night of love.
A warm smile, that no-one had ever seen before on his face, lightened up Hook’s eyes, while he cleaned his young lover, washed away the tracks that the passing from a child into a woman had left on Wendy’s body. He took in her relaxed features, a little smiled played around her luscious lips. Her long lashes built two fans on her pearl-white cheeks, her hair spread across the pillows, her slender form laid sated and defenceless before him. She really was a beauty – not alone in appearance but in mind as well.
After he had finished he cleaned himself as well, his guts felt sore, too. Of course. After this many times he had ravished her there was no need for any explanation, why he would have problems to sit down the coming day. And the scratches on his back spoke an own language. She wasn’t only a wildcat when it comes to a fight; her temper broke also loose in the heat of passion – something he didn’t mind a bit.
He carried the dish back into the bathroom that laid next to the bedroom, returned, stocked up the wood in the chimney, extinguished the remained candles and slipped beneath the blankets. Wendy had nearly drifted off and snuggled closer to him, wrapping one arm around his waist and murmured something unintelligent.
James smiled, returned the embrace and took a deep breath. “Sleep well, sweetie”, he whispered. “We have all time of the world now. Tomorrow Smee will pick us up and then you will be with me.”
She sighed and the equitable exhaustion overtook her. Secure in the warmth and strength of her former enemy every tense left her tired out body and she drifted away in the comfortable darkness of sleep, only parts of one sentence lingered in her mind: ‘Tomorrow... then you will be with me...’

The fairies looked down on the sleeping form of the eternal boy, lying between some protecting roots under the hiding leafs of fern.
Peter had searched nearly the whole night for his friend, had watched the mousy animals of the forest and listened to every call of the owls, hoping above every hope to find Wendy. In the darkness of the night he had had no chance to see her while flying over the island, so he had to seek in the natural way of every other human being: on feet. But all his attempts had been for nothing. It seemed, as if it the ground had open and swallowed the girl whole.
Almost desperate he had given up, as the moon sank to the water-surface of the sea and morning wasn’t so far away anymore. Exhaust he had laid down, rolled up into a ball beneath the great plants on the ground and found rest in the deep sleep that overpowered him, swearing to himself to find Wendy in the morning.
He didn’t sleep very well. To say the truth, he had nightmares, full of pictures of Wendy: taller than before and he could see through her. The girl he knew parted more and more from Neverland and him; her form faded away, left nothing behind. And then he saw the giant walls of a shady ruin: The Black Castle.
Peter frightened up. The sun was already up and the chirps of the birds sounded through the jungle.
The Black Castle! Why hadn’t he thought about it earlier? What, if Hook had caught her and took her to the ancient ruin? What, if he had tortured her to learn about the secret hide-out of the Lost Boys?
With ice in his veins Peter took the skies and headed straight to the north-east direction of the island, where the castle laid.
“I am coming, Wendy. Don’t be afraid, I save you!”

The first rays of the sun shined through the heavy fabric of the curtains, immersed them in a golden-brown light. The fire in the chimney was out, only a small live coal still remained.
Wendy opened her eyes and looked querying around her, took in the strange surroundings and the strong warm arm that embraced her. The now familiar scent went into her nose and careful she lifted her head, looking at the man at her side.
Hook was fast asleep, his face relaxed and seeming so much younger than normally. His black lashes were a sharp contrast to his skin, his otherwise arrogantly smirking mouth was slightly smiling. His long curls mingled with her own hair and fell over the bed-edge, his broad chest heaved in calm rhythm.
Wendy bit her lips as the memories of the last night awakened fully. She felt both serene and ashamed, what couldn’t be right. You could not feel two so different emotions in the same time, but it simply was the case now.
But what really alarmed her was the fact that she didn’t regret what had happened. Alone these circumstances should be enough to let her sink down straight into the ground, but it didn’t. He had vanquished her and even if she never had a chance to win this odd game against him, she shouldn’t had returning his passion in the way she had. He had done more than make her into a woman: He had stolen her childhood and destroyed her future. Aunt Millicent would say that she was a fallen girl now, with no hope of a decent marriage. Okay, she could always asserting that she had been raped, even if it was a lie, but there would always been a bad lingering aftertaste. The strict Victorian society had no clemency for someone who didn’t keep the hard rules of morale and decency, especially women. A man would be condoned for a lapse more likely than a girl. The chance that she had forfeited her whole future because of this one night was more than probable. So why did she not regret it as she should?
Because it had felt far too good and still did. Her skin was smoother than before, she felt most vivid and there was a warmth inside of her, she had never recognized before.
Her gaze wandered over his form, took in his appearance. Somehow he seemed to have changed. She didn’t know how and in which way exactly, but he looked differently. Maybe it was because of her; she saw him through other eyes now. He wasn’t the threateningly, sinister pirate anymore, but a man who had given her a pleasure that still amazed her. Of course he was still a dangerous man and she didn’t know anything about his plans, but the terror that had once dominated her whenever she thought about him, had vanished. What remained was an exciting thrill, delectable and absolutely forbidden, seemed to pull her by invisible ropes to him.
She hesitated and looked to the door and then again to him. The temptation to lay back, snuggling closer to him and find sleep in his arms was almost too strong. The imagination to drift away and be wake up by him in one or two ours was like a new seduction and almost she had given in. But then she remembered his last statement.
The words, she had heard at last, came back to her mind. Smee would pick them up during the morning. She would be brought to the Jolly Roger and then there would be no escape anymore. She would be Hook’s captive and maybe some kind of slave for his lust, which he was able to wake in her, too.
No. This one night she maybe could forgive herself. She had been his prisoner and he had seduced her, using her unknowingness to induce her to surrender. But it was out of question that there would be ever a repeat.
And by the way she was still a leverage for Peter. Even if Hook would keep her for his own pleasure, he would not let the chance passes by to get the eternal boy. And she would never forgive herself if Peter would get harmed because of her.
Aside from this she worried about her brothers. Hook was right as he remarked that the two had courage and wits, but they were only two boys against a horde of wild pirates and hurt was near at hand. She had to convince herself that they were safe – they, the Lost Boys and Peter.
And why did she try to find excuses for a further attempt of flight? Of course she would try to escape Hook. She had to! There was no other way – even if a totally insane part of her thought of staying and to taking the bliss and the comfortable life he had to offer! She knew that she wouldn’t lack of anything, but she couldn’t let her brothers, Peter and her other friends down this way.
No, she had to return to them and to try to forget the delight she had experienced in James’ arms.
Careful not to wake him, she slipped out of bed and put her nightgown on. Her legs felt unsteady and there was a small unpleasant achiness in her lower half while she walked. Still she was sore and she knew that she would feel it all the day. For a moment she pressed her lips together. This was the downside of the ecstasy she had savoured last night.
She repressed a sigh and searched for his waistcoat. It laid somewhere between chimney and door and she fumbled in its pockets, seeking for the thing that would set her free. After roaming for several seconds her fingers touched the hard ring and she pulled out the keys.
Glaring over her shoulders she saw back to the pirate-captain, still asleep, his form shifting a little bit.
Now or never!
Holding her breath she tiptoed out of the room, through the hall and with one last look back she opened the door and slipped through. As silent as possible she closed the heavy port and ran down the corridor. Sunlight shined through the broken windows, threw shadows of her at the dark walls.
The girl ran faster, down the steps and through the great entrée-hall. Then she stood before the grid. She could hear the waves of the sea and the shrieks of the sea birds.
With trembling fingers she put the key into the hole and turned it. With a silent squeaking it swung open and Wendy crossed the threshold back into the world of childhood.
She looked around her, took into the rawly cliffs, the deep green jungle that could be seen not so far away and in the glistening sea. The air wasn’t so warm yet, the sky had turned from grey into a rich blue and the sun had been rising out of the waves not so long ago. It was very early, what was good, because so she could be sure that Smee wasn’t on his way by now and intercepted her.
But the island looked odd strange. Of course all was in place as she remembered, but that wasn’t what she irritated. Neverland was still beautiful with its tropical appearance and its swirl of colours, that befuddled the senses, but something had changed. She didn’t know what it was. It had nothing to do with the sight, it was mere a feeling than anything else. She missed something, what had been there until last night.
For a moment she felt fright awakening in her and she had almost turned and run back in the suddenly security of the Black Castle – back to James and in his strong arms, where she would be safe. Then she straightened her shoulders. She wasn’t one of these silly girls who ran weeping away when something seemed to be not all right. This was still Neverland and Peter was somewhere here. There was nothing she should be afraid of – maybe excepted of the man she left behind; the second time! He would be outraged when he woke and realized that she had eloped again. It was better to accomplish a big distance between him and her as long as he was asleep.
She stepped on the stony way they had come the day before, took a deep breath and started to run. Her bare feet scudded over the ground as her legs carried her away from the Black Castle. She hurried the cliff along and headed to the jungle. She didn’t remember the way to the hide-out very well, but she knew where she had to direct to.
Suddenly she heard a low shout from above and looked alarmed up. A wave of relieve washed over her as she recognized the small in leaves clad figure, which flew to her with an unbelievable speed.
Peter didn’t dare his eyes at first as he saw Wendy running away from the Black Castle. His dream had been real. She had been at the old ruin and he prayed that she wasn’t harmed. He left the skies and landed several metres apart from her, storming forward and threw his arms around her – too happy to think twice about his behaviour.
“Wendy! Are you all right? Has he hurt you? I swear, if he has harmed you I will finish him off, but this time for real!” His voice sounded heavy and urgently as he embraced her with surprisingly strength.
Wendy smiled and returned his gesture. She smelled his scent – moss and earth, sun and sea, freedom and adventure – felt his slender arms around her and laid her head against his. The golden locks, kissed from the sun, tickled her nose; the leaves scratched her slightly where they were pressed through the silky material of her gown.
He lifted his face and looked at her, his brilliant blue eyes dark with worry and fear for her, his cheeks had a grey colour beneath the suntan.
“I have searched for you the whole night”, he said and swallowed. “I was in the Indian village, at the Jolly Roger, in the jungles and everywhere, but I couldn’t find you. Are you all right?”
The girl could feel him trembling and nodded, pressing him softly to her. Despising his normal shyness what touches concerned he relaxed and buried his face into her hair. He had been more afraid for her, than he would ever admit. Even as he had laid beaten and doomed to death at Hooks feet at that time he hadn’t felt so much fear as last night.
“I thought I had lost you”, he whispered.
“No”, Wendy answered quietly, forced the thoughts of Hook out of her conscious. “You will never losing me. What ever will happen, you will still be a part of me – and I of you.” She stroke through his messy hair, discerned for the first time how slender and lanky he was, so typical a boy.
And then it hit her. What she had once said to him during their quarrel in the hide-out in this special night four years ago was now true for her. He was just a boy – the eternal boy with the most irresistible charm and smile possible and with his promise for unconcern, freedom and adventures, but never the less a boy. Compared to him Hook was a man. A grown-up, strong man with promises only a woman would seek: Security, comfort and passion. He really was a man of feelings; feelings of which she hadn’t thought until the hour two evenings ago and which had caught her completely blindsided.
True, she still loved Peter. More than she had even thought, but Hook had wakened a yearning inside of her, what Peter could never fulfil. And with this she realized something more: To step into the life of a woman had taken more from her as only her innocence. She had lost her childhood and with that everything had changed. Neverland was still a breathtaking, beautiful island, but the magic was somehow gone. Right, she knew that she would still see the mermaids, fairies and the other entire fantastical creatures, but the feeling of the miracle started to fade. Even in Peter she saw now a mere boy than the wonder his existence was.
Tears formed in her eyes, tears of what she had lost. Yes, the last night had been wonderful and even if it had really hurt the first time and she would be sore for a few days, she had enjoyed the incredible pleasure the pirate-captain had given her – and she in return to him, what had made her proud. It had heightened her ecstasy to see how he reacted to her and how he relished in everything she dared to do to him. But she had paid a high price. She would never see the whole world with the eyes of a child again – the magic had gone.
Peter stiffened as he felt Wendy’s shoulder starting to shake. Alarmed he looked up, ignored the fact that she was a little bit taller than he, and watched almost freaked his friend weeping.
“Wendy, what is it?” he asked, a low warning in his voice for everyone who had dared to hurt the girl.
She shook her head. “Nothing, Peter. It… it was only a little bit too much the last hours.”
“Has he hurt you?” he inquired again, a dangerous gleam flashed in his eyes.
“No”, she answered silent. “No, he hasn’t hurt me. But…” She swallowed the lump in her throat down, fighting for control. “But it was scaring, that’s all.”
A lie! A big lie to say at least, but she couldn’t bring herself to tell the boy the truth. He wouldn’t understand it and an inner voice warned her that the knowledge about what could happen between a man and a woman would did him more harm than the pirate-captains sword or hook could ever do. He would loose a part of his careless innocence as well. It had already started with her hidden kiss she gave him, but to tell him about sex would damage him – him, the eternal boy. So she decided to remain silent of what had really happened last night. She had to find a way to cope with the whole affair alone.
She took a deep breath. “Please, let us go Peter. I want to be as far away as possible when he awakes.”
Peter frowned. “Where is he? Is he still in there?” He nodded in the direction of the Black Castle.
Wendy nodded. “Yes.”
“Alone?”
She saw the fiery look in his eyes and a pang of fear rose in her – fear for the man she had spent the last night with. Even if Peter was just a boy, but he could be a fiercely fighter and because of his simple way to see things he could be merciless as well. The mere thought that Hook could be taken by surprise in his sleeping state and maybe would be killed scared her. She wouldn’t want him to die. Not after the last night.
“He had some of his pirates with him”, she lied quickly, feeling miserable in doing this to Peter.
“How had you managed to escape?” he asked bewildered.
She turned a little pink and avoided his gaze. What should she tell him now? Telling? Of course a story. She was still a storyteller and not a bad one. “The pirate, who should guarded me, had drunk too much.”
Peter cocked his head and started to smirk. “He drunk too much?”
”Yes. He had a jar of wine with him and I told him some stories, and he only listened and didn’t notice that he drunk to hastily and too much. After he felt asleep I took his keys and waited until the other ones were sleeping as well. Than I crept out of the room, searched a way that would take me out of the Black Castle and so I could escape.”
Peter grinned. “Oh, oh, poor guy. Hook will be not too delighted that you have escaped again!” He took her hand. “Come, I take you to our hide-out. And then we will think of plan to let the old codfish paying for scaring you so much! He will think twice the next time before he kidnapped someone, who is dear to me!”
Quondam she would had been flattered by his statement, seeing him in the light of a shining knight, who avenged his lady. Now it was almost fazing, knowing that nothing good would come out of it. But she was too worn out to think about it now. She squeezed his hand – how small it was! – and let him lead her away into the jungle, but her thoughts remained by the man in the castle.
And as she vanished with Peter behind the cliffs in the green of the forests she felt her heard grow heavy, torn between joy to be free again and longing to feel HIS mighty arms around her again. She knew for sure that she would meet him again. It was impossible to avoid someone on this island, especially when someone searched precise for the other one. And James would look for her, there was no doubt. His fiercely ‘You are mine!’ still ringed in her ears and he meant what he said. He saw her as his and James Hook gave nothing up, what belonged to him. He would chase her until he had her again in his power and alone this thought both scared and thrilled her.
She shook the thoughts off her and fallowed her beloved friend through the jungle, repressed the memories of the man who had robbed her innocence and her honour and had showed her the most incredible pleasure she could imagine.

And in the Black Castle the same man opened his eyes and missed instantly the warm, soft body besides him. Hook lifted his head and looked searchingly around him.
“Wendy?”
His call went by unheard. Hastily he sat up and his gaze found his waistcoat, laying at a spot, where he hadn’t left it. Alarmed he stood up, strode to the cloth and bent down, seeking for the keys. They weren’t there anymore, what meant only one thing: She had used them to escape.
“Damn it, girl! I warned you not to flee again!” He cursed wildly, throwing the waistcoat at the wall. “You had better not dared to run away again. This was one time too often you tricked me. I’ll get you, my beauty, but this time I will not be so patient with you! You will regret it, I swear it!”

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