Adult-FanFiction.org : Books

In the swirl of passion	By : Lywhn Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 35043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Chapter 6 – Forbidden temptation

“Why have you interference?” Peter strode angrily between the table and his throne for and backs. “I told you to stay hidden. Why have you brought yourself in danger?”
“Why have you threaten us with trashing?” One of the Twins asked.
“And why have you rushing to his side? He could have killed you!” John’s face was red with worry and anger.
Wendy stemmed her fists in the waist and looked at the eternal boy, ignoring the others, which looked at her irritated and bewildered. It was sheer luck that no one of the boys or Tinker Bell had seen her real behavior toward James. “First: I don’t take orders – from no one, do you hear me? Second I wasn’t in danger! And third...”
“Not in danger? At Hook’s side?” Michael squeaked. “Have you gone insane?”
“Watch your tongue, young man! Who had played with more than three dozens buccaneers, despising their shooting weapons? You or me?”
Peter folded his arms before his chest. “Why have you chased away the Twins, Runner and Weasel? Why have you told Hook the truth beyond that joke?”
“Joke?” Wendy gasped, and then her eyes began to sparkle in an infuriated way. “This wasn’t a joke, Peter. This was pure cruelness!”
“Cruel? Me?” She leader of the Lost Boys looked at her unbelievable. “Hook is the one who is cruel, but never me!”
Wendy pressed her lips together. “To play with the feelings of someone is one of the most cruel thinks somebody could do to another!”
“Feelings!” Peter spat this word like poison. “You already had talked about this ‘man of feelings’.”
“Peter”, Wendy began softly, trying to stay collected. “Of what are you scared the most?”
Taken aback by this question the eternal boy only stared at her, before he answers: “That somebody will catch me and turn me into a man.” A looked down. “And to loose you!”
The girl nodded slowly. “Fancy someone pretend to force you in growing-up. Fancy that you were defenseless and could only watch while the most fearing thing is happening to you and you thought it for real!”
Peter pressed his lips together. “That would be another thing.”
“No. It is exactly the same. What you and the other have done to Hook was mean, low and cruel!”
“He had done the same to me!” the eternal boy outraged. “He had bestowed me with my worst fears during our fight at that time! He knew what you are meaning to me and used it to bring me down. I have begged him to stop but he only said more brutal things, chased my happy thoughts away and almost killed me. Today was only a revenge for what he did to me and us all!”
“He scared you”, John brought in. “It must have been horrible for you to stay a whole night at that rankly ruin, surrounded by pirates and threaten by Hook.”
Wendy took a deep breath to control herself. “Yes, it had been frighten but never as near as you all scared him. I never was this horrified during my stay. Besides the Black Castle isn’t completely a ruin. There are several rooms, where you can live in – in that not in the worst way”
“Maybe you weren’t that scared because you are braver than him!” Slightly said and Peter nodded.
“I heard him screaming because of a dummy. He sounded like a pig ready to beheaded.”
The boys started to laugh. Only Wendy remained silent – and Tinker Bell, who shook slowly her head. Of course she hated Hook for all he did to Peter and one time almost to her as well, but in these moments an hour ago she had felt pity for the buccaneer. Fairies could be cold and egoistic but compassionate, too. And her magic senses had clearly showing her how dreadful the whole situation had been for the man.
Peter looked back to Wendy. “Don’t pity him”, he said. “He is nothing more than an old, whimpering coward who can only be brave when he is in advantage! He doesn’t earn it better!”
“If somebody had done this to me like you did to him, I would be full of fury and loathing as well!” she said quietly.
The eternal boy rolled his eyes. “You never. You are much too softhearted for something like that. Besides: The whole thing has happened for you. I promised to avenger you and exactly this I have done.”
The girl only glared at him. Peter would never understand. For him was a man always something to dislike and maybe to hate. Excepting the Indian warriors who were his friends, but every cultivated man was an abomination for him. And especially Hook. Sure, they both had a history together – a very bad one – but even when not, Peter would never give him a chance. And that he had crippled him didn’t haunt the boy. He was even proud of it. The only excuse for this Wendy could accept was the fact, that Peter didn’t understand what it meant to be injured this way. He didn’t thought about something like that.
It was Curley, who broke the silence. “All right, we have made our prank. The pirates are swimming, Hook has to calm down and if they didn’t catch their boats in time then they have to spent a night in the cave, until tomorrow morning the other buccaneers from the Jolly Roger will start to search for them. Is someone hungry?”
”Yes!” Tootles shouted. “I am starving!”
“You eat five apples, two oranges and a big piece of cold flesh only three hours ago!” Jump-Jump gaped. “How could it be that you are hungry again by now?”
“He only eats one time. And that is always!” Curly smirked, earning a grimace from the other boy.
“All right, dinner!” Peter decided and the boys hurried to the table – excepting John. He still watched his sister very carefully, simply knowing that something was wrong with her.
“What is it?” he asked quietly, but Wendy only shook her head.
“Nothing what should concern you. I am going to bed.”
The spectacles slipped down John’s nose. “But you haven’t eat dinner and...”
“Thank you, I am not hungry!”
Nibs looked shocked after her as she went to her room, as well as Peter, Michael and Tootles.
“But... but who made us dinner now?” Tootles asked.
Wendy turned one last time, her eyes blazing. “You all know how to prepare fruits and to warm up flesh! Just do it by yourself. Maybe you will use your head for something intelligent then!” With this she stepped into her little chamber, closing the curtain behind her and let herself fallen to the bed. She wasn’t real tired but the whole mess in the late afternoon had wringed her emotionally out.
Why had she never seen how shallow the boys were, especially Peter? Had she really been this blind or had she simply changed so much in the last two days? She didn’t know it, but she felt like someone between to worlds, losing her way completely. She didn’t belong to the pirates, but to the boys more and more less as well. Of course the mere thought to stay with James was out of question. Sure, he was a fascinating man and an incredible lover – even if she hadn’t any experiences of sharing a bed with a man, she didn’t doubt one moment that Hook was indeed special in his way of lovemaking – but he was a criminal after all. There was no future and...
Outside she heard the boys starting to fight over the whole ‘prank' from the afternoon, giving each other the fault for the failure and Wendy’s anger toward them.
The girl closed her eyes, yearning for just a moment to be back in London, safe in her new comfortable room and at the side of her understanding mother. She could see her tender brown eyes before her, could hear the warm voice speaking softly to her – and then the imagination changed. The eyes went deep blue, hooded from long black lashes and the voice turned darker and smooth. The brown hair of her mother curled and went black, while her beautiful features were suddenly manly, a wicked smile playing around arrogant lips, accented by a well-trimmed moustache.
Wendy groaned silently and shifted, shaking her head at her realization how often imaginations of someone other changed in that of James Hook. She was in big trouble that was for sure. In very big trouble!

It was near midnight and the hide-out was silent and at peace. The children were fast asleep as the tiny fairy, lying in her little chamber, what was a knothole, made comfortable with leaves and flowers.
But Wendy was wide-awake and looked up to the ceiling the roots of the Never-Tree built. She couldn’t find any rest, her thoughts turning in circles. She didn’t know why, but she was worried what had become of the pirates in the cave – what had become of James. Had his men fetched the boat in time or were he and his men still in the cliffs, waiting for the sun to rise? Had he really calmed down or was still a part of him shaken? Of course he would never show it in public, but she simply knew that what happened in the afternoon had affected him deeply – not the pirate-captain but the man. The man he had revealed to her and she had come to know a little bit; the man, who had given her the greatest pleasure of her life and had showed her the bliss of ecstasy. Not only his way not to hurt her too much as he had made her into a woman had touched her, but later then his soft care while washing her, calming her with his simply explanation what had happened to her. She had never thought that this man could be so circumspect and tender.
And the very same man was now out in the dark night, which wasn’t too agreeable in the moment. During their flight back to the hide-out dark clouds had been build up – a sign of Peter’s mood. And shortly after their arrival it had began to rain.
Wendy shifted in bed, repressing the thoughts how odd it was that the weather was depending on the mood of one boy. And perhaps by courtesy of the same boy the man, who had turned her upside-down, was now in the cold, rough cave, freezing and alone. Of course he had his men around him but that didn’t count. Maybe he sat on the stony ground, watching the black waters waving at the rocky path or...
Another alarming thought flashed through her mind. As every island in the world Neverland was submitted to the tide. The difference between ebb and flow wasn’t that big, but sometimes – according to the moon-phase – some of the caves could be flooded. What if the waters had risen to a dangerous level in the cave? Maybe he was in great danger; now, in this very moment?
Wendy sat up, her heartbeat quickened, then she tried to calm herself. There was no proof that James and his pirates were still in the cave. The buccaneers were good swimmer. Surely they had caught the boats in time!
But if not? What would be, if they were still in the cave, threaten by the flood? Would she ever be able to forgive herself?
Determined she threw the blanket away and stood up. She had to see after him, to convince herself that he was safe. Silently she tiptoed out of her chamber, taking a careful glare around her. The boys were all asleep and the light of Tinker Bell was low – a proof of her deep sleep. Wendy crept to the table, where she could see a glimmering track, left by the fairy during the dinner. It wasn’t that very much fairy-dust but it was enough for her. Hastily, before she could change her mind, she collected some of the dust, rubbed it between her fingers and let it purl down on her. She repeated that several time, until the most of the fairy-dust was on her now and not at the table, then she went to the ladder and climbed it up, hoping that the rain had stopped by now, so that the fairy-dust would remain on her. As silent as possible she opened the hidden entrance, invisible from outside, and looked one time back over her shoulders. Yes, still everything was quiet. She slipped out of the tree and closed the entrance securely behind her.
It was cold outside, but the rain had stopped as she recognized in relief. The jungle was dark, but not too dark because of the almost full moon sending his silver beams down on Neverland. The jungle wasn’t that silent, as you would think. She could hear chirping insects, hisses and growls from animals, which always hunted at night, and from somewhere a little monkey was screaming.
Wendy took a deep breath. Of course she knew that to be outside at this time in a jungle wasn’t out of dangers, but there was no going back now. Careful she went forward to the next clearing, listened very concentrated on every noise around her, but no of the several wildcats that lived in Neverland appeared. After several minutes she reached the little clearance and collected herself to take off. She thought about the golden sunshine dancing on the waves; of flowers and birds and of... James, standing at the rail of his ship, looking at the sea, the wind playing with his long black curls.
As Wendy opened her eyes she was in the skies. Bewildered she looked down – Neverland was deep beneath her – and with an unbelieving shaking of her head she flew into the direction of Pirates Cove, still bewildered what the mere thought of this dangerous and tempting man was doing to her.
The Jolly Roger was dark and quiet as she reached the cliffs. The giant ship waved softly on the water, secured by his both big anchors. Everything seemed to be calm and she didn’t know if this was a good or a bad sign.
She decided to take a sight in the cave at first. If the men were still there maybe she could fetch some help from the Jolly Roger. She didn’t know how she should convince the buccaneers on board that their comrades were in danger, and that she would show the way to them, but maybe James would have an idea. He could give her one of his rings, for example, which was well known to the other pirates, or...
She had reached the cave where the whole mess in the afternoon had happened. It was silent and almost black in its darkness. Not one loud was to hear; nothing proved that the men were still there. Wendy soared in the air at the entrance, trying to penetrate the blackness with her eyes, listening for breathing or other noises silent humans would make, but everything was silent. Collecting her courage she flew inside, whispering Hook’s name. No answer came, only the waves roared at the stony walls and the path. The pirates were gone.
Wendy sighed in relief. James and the buccaneers were safe on board again, maybe fast asleep as she should be as well.
She left the cave and took the skies, throwing a glare to the ship that was approx. a sea mile far away. The great windows of the captain’s cabin were dark and even on deck she couldn’t see any lights. Didn’t James always let some of the men doing the nocturnal-vigil-thing? Every pirate would do this.
On the other hand it was up to him which orders he gave. If he thought that there was no need for a nocturnal vigel then it was his decision.
Wendy turned to fly back to the Never-Tree, but stopped again. The windows of his cabin were dark, but what if he was still awake, couldn’t sleep because of what happened today? What if he needed comfort?
‘Come on, Wendy, he is a grown-up man, a mighty leader of four dozens pirates and more. And you thinking he is in need for comfort?’ – No, the pirate-captain wouldn’t be, of course, but maybe the man in him; the human soul which was deep wounded for an eternity now.
‘Only one sight!’ she swore to herself. ‘I only take a quick look inside the cabin if he is safe and then I return to the hide-out!’
She changed her direction, never noticing the glistening golden light that fallowed her.
About a minute later she drew near the ship with its four mighty masts and the typical high superstructure at the stern. Careful not to be seen for the case that there were indeed several pirates on guard, she reached the stern and flew up to the highest windows that belonged to the captain’s cabin. One of them was open and Wendy soared silently to it, daring to glance inside the great room.
The moon shined in the cabin, dipping the furniture in a silver light. For a moment Wendy looked searchingly around then she saw his shape.
He sat on the edge of the bed, his bare back was turned towards her. He sat silent and unmoving, his bowed shoulders showed that he had braced himself on his forearms on his thighs. He seemed to stare to nothing, lost in deep thoughts.
For a moment Wendy felt relief and wanted to turn and to fly away but then she looked closer to the man on the bed. He seemed so lost to her, an aura of sorrow and pain waved around him, sending a shiver down her spine. She saw the goose bumps that spread over his back and upper arms and realized that the air had really cooled down. How long did he sit over there, didn’t recognizing that he was freezing? Everyone would feel coldness, why not he in the moment? Where were his thoughts that they even prevent him to feel such a primly need like that for warmth?
Making a quick decision without thinking twice she flew into the room, nearing the bed – the very same bed where two days before he had shown her a blink of the pleasure she had found one night later in his arms.
“James?” she whispered, waiting of a reaction of the man, but it didn’t come. Instead of that she recognized the shivers, which shook him from time to time. From her position she could see his eyes now – tarnished and focus less. Suddenly she knew what was happening to him. He had had a shock in the afternoon and a real shock what was an invisibly wound, often much more badly than an open injury to the body. He was suffering in a silent, hidden way and her heart threatened to flow over.
Slowly not to scare him she let herself down on the mattress behind him, creeping forward to him, calling quietly his name again. Hook didn’t react and Wendy touched his one shoulder, recognized that he had took off the harnish. His skin was cold, new goose bumps built under her fingers. Her motherly instincts kicked in and without any hesitation she pressed herself at his back, embracing him softly from behind, laying her head at his’. She could smell seawater in his curls but nevertheless they weren’t hard. He shivered again and she began to stroke gently over his arms, trying to sooth him only by this calm gestures. And to her surprise she felt herself calming as well. For a long second it seemed to be right and almost normal to sit here behind him and to hold him in her arms, sharing this dark moment with him and to show him that he was not alone anymore.

From far away Hook heard someone calling his name – his true name! The soft voice tempted him to break free from the dark thoughts and the lumpish feelings that held him prisoner and to return to the reality. But he was too far gone by now, to find the strength to let go of the questions that tortured him since he had gone to his cabin after returning to the ship.
He hadn’t been hungry or thirsty, wanted only to find forgetting in sleep, but the sleep hadn’t come. Instead of this the whole occurrences of the afternoon had played over and over again in his mind. Never before he had been afraid like this. Of course, the crocodile had often hunted him and every time he had been scared, but this time had been more terrible than ever before. It had been a shock to see the beast again. You always would be shocked if you see someone again, of which you thought he or she would be dead. And to slip between the rocks, to be trapped and unable to flee had heighten his fear even more. He had been convinced that he had to die this time, tore brutally apart from the sharp teeth, dying a slow and painful death. But to see HER landing between him and the beast, thinking that she was in great danger had horrified him the most. To believe that she would die for his very eyes, crunched by the mighty jaws, had nearly driven him insane. He could not help himself but to think that she would die, had scared him the most. He didn’t want to loose her or to get harmed, never!
And then he had to realize that everything had been a cruel joke from this flying pest. The whole terror had been for nothing! Why? Hadn’t he suffered enough in his whole life? Hadn’t he been punished enough by loosing his right hand and to never be a whole man again? Was there really a need to torture him more?
Suddenly he felt a soft touch at his shoulder and then two slender arms wrapped themselves around him, while a petite body was pressed against his bare back. Silky long hair stroke over his skin and he felt the warm breath on his cheek, smelling the familiar scent of roses and her. The dark thought backtracked and he felt himself returning slowly to life and reality. She was here! At his side! Again!
He took a deep breath, feeling her slender fingers stroking over his arms and then shyly over his chest, chasing away the steeling chain that had hold him in an icy grip.
“Why?” he whispered one of the most important questions that came to his mind. “Am I such a monster to deserve this kind of evil ‘joke’? Am I really such a low creature that it is right to toy with me like that?”
She lifted a little bit her head that had still rested at his, and laid her chin on one of his shoulders, tightening her embrace the slightest bit. “No”, she answered silently. “You are no monster! You’ve never been!”
“Than why?” His voice was hoarse. “Why this cruel trick? Of course I have tried to kill Pan and I would do it again by every chance I could get. But I have never done such a thing to him like he to me this afternoon. Never!”
Wendy sighed and leant her cheek against his. “He is a child. Children don’t think straight.”
He was mutely for a long moment, and then he shifted a little bit so that she had to lift her head. She met his gaze – a gaze full of pain and a silent fear she couldn’t really assign. It seemed that he was afraid of what came next. And after his next question she knew why.
“Did you know it?”
She took a deep breath and looked him firmly and sincerely in his eyes. “No!” she answered quietly. “I didn’t know what Peter had in mind. If so I would have try to stop him – or had warned you.” She lifted one hand and cupped his cold cheek. “To play a prank is one thing. To scare someone like this is another thing. I wouldn’t have allowed him to do this to you, if I had known it.”
He swallowed hard, his face still tense. “You have been there”, he said slowly.
She nodded. “Yes. He said that he wanted to avenge me and didn’t listen to my statement that you had not harmed me. He said that he would teach you a lesson about scaring me. I didn’t know what he and the others had in mind, so I went with them to impede them if it would come to the worst.” She lowered her gaze, couldn’t stand the dull pain in his eyes anymore. “I think I haven’t been quick enough.”
Suddenly he thought of the outcry that warned him in time, before Pan was able to bury his knife in his back. "The sream", he thought aloud. "That was you!?"
She nodded. "Yes. I saw Peter was up to and..." She shrugged and gave him a small smile.
"Thank you", he murmured and lowering his gaze. If it hadn't been for the girl, then... He went silent again, before he wrapped his arms around himself, feeling the first time the low temperature in the room. “I am cold!”
Wendy let her gaze traveling over the man sitting beside her. His gaze went lumpish again and the girl feared that he would return to his dark thoughts.
“Of course you are cold, sitting exposed like this during the half night near the open window. Outside it isn’t so agreeable in the moment. I think it has something to do with Peter’s mood, which isn’t the best in the moment because of our fight.” She bit her lips and made her decision. If she would leave now, he would fall even deeper in his inner suffering and that she could not let happen. God Good, how was it possible that she worried so much about a man she had loathed and hated only three days ago?
She moved to the other side of the bed, unfurled the blankets, lay down and opened one edge to him. “Come!” she said softly, meeting his surprised gaze.
“What…?”
“You are cold – almost frozen to ice. And because there is no chance you could take a warm bath within the next hour, I think it would be the best you will warm up beneath the blankets.” The didn’t spoken words ‘with me’ were nevertheless quietly to hear.
James could not help himself but smiled. There she was: His little Red-Handed Jill and also Wendy Darling. Daring, despising a risk, practically and warm-hearted. And the prospect to find shelter not only beneath the blankets but in her arms as well, was too tempting. Even the hard pirate-captain was almost delighted by this. They both – man and commander – were still chilled to the bones, shook by something too deep to deny it.
Without another thought – or risking his luck – he let himself sink down and felt Wendy spooning against his back; her warm arms wrapped around him again. For a long moment he couldn’t believe what was happening; that he really laid in the embrace of this mere slip of a girl, who was able to calm and comfort him in an almost alarming way, and that she had offered it by her own free will. Then he relaxed, feeling himself driving to an unfamiliar kind of quietude.
And with that the chills returned. After the first wave of warmth reached beneath his skin he started to tremble again – it even seemed to be more cold than before. It had not only to do with the temperature outside or in the quarters, but with his emotional state as well.
Wendy sensed it almost immediately. She simply knew that the shivers, which shook his whole body, were mainly the tracks of what he had been through several hours ago and the reaction of his body by this. The same urge to calm him as in the afternoon built up in her again, and she snuggled even closer to him, ignoring his nudity and didn’t listen to her inner voice that screamed in alarm not to let herself be trapped by these strange feelings, which awoke again in her. Holding him close to her, she started to let her hand roaming soothingly over his arm and shoulder, burying her face in the wild curly mane his hair was now, inhaling his familiar scent.
Hook had closed his eyes; tiredness was overwhelming him slowly but steady. He forced his lids up again and stared for several minutes in the darkness of his cabin, a part of him relishing in Wendy’s nearness.
“I didn’t recognize what was happening to you before I heard your scream,” Wendy went finally on, feeling the odd urge to explain him the whole mess. “I left my hideaway and flew down, saw the shape of the crocodile and you trapped between the stones.” A shudder shook her petit form. “I thought I would loose you,” she whispered; didn’t notice that she had tightened her embrace. “I thought the beast would kill you and I flew nearer to distract it from you. Then I saw the boys behind the lizard, saw the sticks, which they used to move it and…” She pressed her lips together; her voice was suddenly hard, betraying her still lasting fret. “I cannot remember when I have been this angry before. I chased them away and then flew to you.” She signed. “You know the rest.”
Slowly he turned, wrapping one arm under the blankets around her waist and examined her attentively; a kind of disbelief and daring hope awoke deep in his eyes. “You thought the croc was real and flew down to distract it from me?” His voice was quietly, almost not more than a whisper.
Wendy nodded, her eyes founding his again. “Yes. I… I could not let you die.”
A little bit of the tense left his features, replaced by a softer expression. “You took this great risk by trying to safe me?”
Again she made a consentient gesture.
For a moment he closed his eyes. “Never do this again!”
She blinked. “What?”
“Bringing yourself in such a great danger – for me!” He lifted his lids, fixing her. His good hand stroke gently over her waist and back.
A shiver run down her spine – a shiver of the forbidden excitement that only this man was able to wake in her. “You tried to save me as well. You tried to shove me out of the way.”
“Yes,” he answered.
The girl glared intensely at him. “You were afraid that the croc would get me. You have feared more for my own safety than for yours in this very moment.”
For a long moment he laid motionless, then he admitted slowly. “Yes.”
A warm smiled widened on her face and her eyes began to shimmer, but she remained silent. He looked away and she could swear that his cheeks turned slightly pink.
Hook took a deep breath. “It had scared the hell out of me,” he murmured, almost too quiet to could be heard by her. “To think that this monster would kill you, that I would find my doom in its gorge after all…”
He sighed and drew her closer to him, his good hand started to toy with her hair. His gaze traveled over her beautiful face and he was taken again by the soft smile that lay around her luscious lips. To his surprise the passionate heat didn’t come in this moment, but the simple longing to hold her. He offered his right arm as a pillow and Wendy lifted her head, accepted his intention by doing so. For one moment he really smiled, relieved by the again showed acceptance of his mutilated limp.
Wendy sighed as she felt his smooth skin beneath her cheek, her one hand laid against his chest, the other one shyly slid over his left upper arm.
They went quiet again; both hadn’t the need to speak. Everything had been said and they both grew tired more and more; their emotional chaos started to demand its rights. Besides, the last two nights hadn't been exactly unbending for neither of them and now it was late again.
Despising the occurrences in the afternoon James felt strangely calm. Maybe because of her coming, maybe because of her role during this whole mess. She had been there, warning and comforted him; hell, she even called his attention to his state of tears before any of his crew could have seen it. She had spared him another shame and it seemed that she wasn’t repulsed by the weakness he had evinced. That was new to him as well. As the leader of such savage, bloodthirsty pirates, it would be his death to show any sign of missing strength. But she – his Wendy – accepted it and he had the special feeling that she had lost a little bit more of her resolve because of this all. Women! It was true that a man could be old as time itself, but he would never understand a female!
Wendy felt secure and strangely whole again. She hadn’t been not too comfortable to lay alone in bed during the last morning and midday and the last hours. She didn’t dare to finish the thought that she had missed him and his mighty present, but her soul knew that it was true. He had always been a part of her life and now more than ever before. Although she knew that she couldn’t stay the night with him and that she had to return to the hide-out before someone started to miss her, the safety and peace of his nearness threatened to lull her in. Her lids fluttered down and only her strong will took care that she opened them again.
She must had been dozen off, because the moon had changed her position and James was deep asleep. Wendy lifted cautious her head and looked at him. His features were relaxed as his body. He looked so innocence and defenseless; not a bit as the dangerous man he was for real.
She knew that she had to get up and to leave, but his strong warm arms felt so good around her. His breath stroke over her face, his curls tickled her at her cheek. The soft swaying of the ship, the creaking of the planks, the silent noises from the riggings and the fresh air tempted her to simply lay down again. She smelled the wood of the walls and the oil of the neat furniture, the salt of the sea, the sweet of Neverland’s flowers blowing over the waves and James’ familiar scent.
‘Get up!’ her inner voice urged. ‘Get up and flee before he wakes again and won’t let you go! What will happened when John, Michael, Peter and the others miss you and will find you here – maybe in his arms?’
Wendy closed her eyes and told her inner voice to go to hell, then she snuggled back in James’ embrace. Of course she would go early in the morning, but not one bit earlier! She sighed, shifted a little bit and started to doze off again.
James woke and didn’t know why. There had been a movement at his side and that had alarmed him. He was used to the permanent danger that could threaten him at any moment. Tensing his muscles her listened and then he heard the steady breath, felt the soft, warm body in his arms and her scent reached his nose.
Almost instantly his memories returned and his eyes snapped open. He had fallen asleep; even he hadn’t wanted to do so. But she hadn’t gone as he thought she would. She lay still beside him and she was slightly awake. Her soft breath was on his chest, her silky hair spread over his arm and shoulder. He could feel every curve of her body, pressing softly into his. For a moment he played with the thought not to let this chance pass by and to wake her inner fire again, but then he decided against it. They both were exhaust and to feel her so close to him was in this very moment enough to satisfied him. And he was too tired to think about the reason, why alone her nearness was sufficient.
So he buried his face in her hair, murmured something what she couldn’t right understand, slid one leg over hers to trap her and let the warm darkness took him again.
For just a moment Wendy opened her eyes again, recognizing that he had been awake, too, but his deep steady breath proved that he had slipped back into sleep.
Content she dampened her lips and dozed off, happy she had given in to the forbidden temptation to stay this night beside him. Neither of them noticed the shining tiny creature, which sat down at the windowsill, lounged back at the window frame, folded her arms before her chest and drifted off as well.

The sun rose slowly out of Neverland’s sea and woke the first inhabitants of the magical island. The Neverbird spread his feather and greeted the new day with a loud squawking. The mermaids swam up to the surface and giggled in their foreign language. The first animals went to the rivers to drink in these early hours, the unicorn watched over the young born rabbits and roe deer and the fairies flew through the forests and clearings to look after the flowers and trees.
A sunbeam, that perfectly meet her nose, tickled Wendy and she turned her face away into the safety of the broad chest beneath her. The steady rising and falling of it was mollifying and she snuggled even closer to the warm body beside her.
Suddenly she felt a pull at her hair. Not very hard, but strong enough to startle her. Grumbling she slapped after the one who dared to disturb her now. It was too early to wake up and far too comfortable where she lay in the moment.
Who ever it was, who tried to wake her, gave not in this easily and pulled again, this time with more strength.
With a silent hiss she sat up, ready to say the impossible person a word or two, only to find two tiny hands shutting her mouth. She squinted down along her nose and saw a strange fairy soaring before her. The mystical creature laid one index finger on her mouth, signaled to her to be quiet and beckon to fallow her. The fairy was beautiful – even more than Tinker Bell. She had long golden hair, that waves to her tiny waist and she wore a long silver-white dress. Her wings remembered Wendy at these of a butterfly, even if they were transparent. She looked timeless but somehow older than Tinker Bell, wiser and softer.
The girl searched her memories for a moment. She had seen this fairy before, but when? Then she remembered. She was the fairy who had danced with the young male fairy four years ago in the night of the Indian ceremony, as Peter had shown her the ball of the fairies and had danced with her in the air. And then she knew who soared before her: It was the fairy queen.
Wendy swallowed and bowed lightly, blushing.
The fairy queen smiled, winked and made again a signal to fallow her. Wendy frowned. Why should she fallow a strange fairy and...
Her gaze found the window and now she realized that morning had broken. She jerked. Peter and the other would get up soon and she wouldn’t be there but in the arms of their greatest enemy! She had overslept and now...
As careful as possible she withdrew from James’ arms and stood up. Looking back at him she took a deep breath, regretted it to leave him behind like this – again! But if she didn’t want to let it come to an open war between Peter, the Lost Boys and the pirates then she had to go. But not without...
Careful she bent down and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. He didn’t move and for a moment Wendy simply watched him, whished for a forbidden second she could stay and never had to go again. Then she shook her head. Nonsense! Of course she could not remain at his side forever. After all he was a pirate and she a young lady – even if she wasn’t that decent any more. She felt heat rising to her cheeks and turned away.
Her gaze felt on his pompously desk, built in dark red, almost black wood and ornate with carvings and long brandished legs. She saw the white writing-feather; the many papers, rolled maps and the thick book of what she thought it have to be the logbook. And then an idea formed in her mind.
Wendy hurried to his desk, took the writing-feather, a peace of parchment-paper and wrote him a short message. She wouldn’t go this time without a word – even if it would be written one. She returned to the bed and laid the note on the pillow beside him.
“I am sorry,” she whispered and went slowly to the fairy queen who was at the open window. Their looks met and the tiny creature lifted both arm, bestowed her with the golden fairy dust.
“Why?” asked Wendy as quiet as possible. “Why do you warn and help me?”
For a moment she was lost in the deep wise eyes of the fairy-queen and she meant to hear words. She couldn’t really understand them but she knew what they meant: “Some things have to be done to help fate going its right way!”
Bewildered the girl climbed on the windowsill and looked one time back, her gaze roamed over the sleeping man on the bed. “Forgive me, James.” Then she took the skies, holding his picture in her heart again to find her happy thought.

Hook woke as Smee knocked and came in. “’morning, Cap’n. Breakfast is ready!” he called cheerful, ignoring the groaning and irritated murmurs from the bed and walked to the great dining table. “The weather is sunny and warm again and I thought you...”
“Smee? Shut up!” he growled, blinking into the light; his good hand groped for Wendy, but the bed beside him was empty. For a moment he frowned. Had it all been a dream that Wendy had stayed last night here with him? Had it been a dream, that she came to him and showed some kind of caring?
His fingers touched something sturdy beside him and a little bit irritated he lifted his head, his gaze found the note, laying beside him. He sat up and took the parchment; saw the elegant handwriting, which was so typical for a woman. She had left him a note?
Almost excited he started to read. He didn’t give a damn thought about this odd feeling of joy about such a small thing like a message – even if it was so untypical for a man like he was.
She had to go, of course she had. She and her blasted urge to take responsibility for these little rats! He pressed his lips together and sighed. After all she had left a note this time; this was a start. She had been at his side the whole night! But this wasn’t what made him suddenly smile. It were the last words of her note, which changed his mood completely:
‘... Yours Wendy...’

TBC…

That were two chapters soon consecutively, because we had a ‘longer’ weekend in Germany, which I used for the writing.
Pleeeeeaaaaase review how you like them.
The next chapter will take a little changing, because the two ‘almost-love-birds’ need a chance to learn more about each other and to stay a little bit longer together as only several hours. And there will start a whole change for Hook and his men as well…
- 5
- 6
- 7
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

In the swirl of passion