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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 List
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Chapter 7 – The wheels started to move

Wendy knew that she would never make it back to Peter’s hide-out in time. Even with the help of the fairy-queen she would be too late, before the boys awoke. So she decided to turn the tables and flew to a near by lake to take a bath as an alibi for her absence. After all she was a young lady and simply needed a bath in a decent way, which means without the
boys.
Sure as hell she was only three minutes in the fresh, but not too cold water (after she had thanked the fairy-queen for her help), she heard Peter’s voice calling for her, followed by that of John and Nibs. She rolled her eyes – all right, their worries were sweet but they overdid it! – and answered loudly: “I am here at the lake. Don’t you dare come too near! I am bathing!”
She heard a rustle in the bushes and then a dark brown-haired head with spectacles shoved itself through the branches, looking shortly at her and called: “Alarm finished! She is here!”
Wendy folded her arms before her chest and frowned at her brother.
“John! My order is valid for you as well! Turn around!”
The boy groaned. “Heavens, Wendy, we have bathed together and…”
“That was eight years ago, now turn around!”
“Wendy?” It was Peter, coming backwards out of the bushes to show that he wouldn’t dare look. The girl suppressed a giggle seeing the leader of the Lost Boys walking like this. “We were worried when we woke and saw that you had left. Why didn’t you wait for us?”
“Because I wanted to swim in decent manner and that… Peter! Turn around!”
The eternal boy started to laugh as he saw his friend turning crimson red and ducked under water. “Can you tell me why she is so odd when it comes to bathing in our present?”
John grinned. “That has something to do with being a lady soon!”
Peter shrugged. “It’s silly! But – hey – she is a girl after all!”
Wendy had come back at the surface, hearing their gossips and looked at the two boys, standing directly by the water, and were almost dying of laughter. A wicked gleam sparkled in her blue-grey eyes. ‘Just wait, you two! You will see what you have thereof!’
She dove her one hand under the water and jerked it suddenly up, splattering the two boys completely wet.
Dripping and flabbergasted they looked down at the girl in the water, giggling hystericaly.
Peter and John looked at each other. This they could not stand for! John removed his spectacles and exchanged a gaze with the eternal boy. Understanding each other without a word the both jumped in the lake, rushing after Wendy who squeaked with a high-pitched
scream and tried to swim away as fast as possible. But it was no use. The two boys were quicker. They reached her and ducked her under the water. Instictly she let herself be ducked deeper and began to submerge, swam under the water away and returned to the surface in
the back of the boys, which came up as well, gasping for air.
“Where is she?” Peter asked, washing his eyes clean.
“Don’t know. Just now she was…”
Wendy had neared the boys and gripped their heads, diving them down. “Are you searching for me?” she laughed – and was pulled down by two slender but strong hands.
It lasted for almost a half hour until the three returned to the shore, completely out of breath and laughing like mad. The fight of yesterday was forgotten and Wendy felt very well at the moment.
The two boys left her in peace during her redressing and then the three returned giggling and bantering back to the hide-out for breakfast. For just now the world was right again.

“Smee? Would you please be so kind and make me a bath?”
The old Irishman stiffened dead in his tracks. With what had he angered his captain this much? Because Hook always spoke in this extremely polite tone when he was angry. Carefully he looked over his shoulder and stared with wide eyes at his commander, as he saw
him smiling.
Hook’s look met this of his boatswain. “What is it, Smee?” Before the Irishman could answer he continued. “Ah, I see. Your old back. Let some of the men help you with the buckets.” He nodded friendly to Smee and started to whistle, while he went to his desk.
Smee could only stare at him and listen, perplex at the whistle of his commander. What, the hell, was going on?
“Ugh… pardon me, Cap’n, but are you a’ right?” James lifted his head and laid the papers down on the desk. “Yes, I am very well. Thank you for asking.” He sat down and started to write something. “Mr. Smee, please order the crew to make the ship ready. They can take their time with it, but please take care that we were ready the day after tomorrow in the early evening.”
Dumb and not trusting his own ears the boatswain only nodded.
“And then take some spare time for yourself. You are looking a little bit pale.” With that Hook turned his attention back to his writing, whistling an easy melody.
Smee watched his captain for several seconds and moved his spectacles back on its right place, because it had slid down his nose. For God’s sake, what was happening to Hook? The whole man seemed to be changed.
Shaking his head he stepped to the bed and saw the note, lying on the pillow. Carefully he peeked over his shoulder – Hook was delved in his writings – and dared to read the short message, written in a beautiful script:

Dear James!
Please forgive me that I have to return to my brothers
and friends, but I have to take care of them. They are
only children and need someone to look after them.
I cannot write you more because the sun is almost up
and I will even now have a problem to find an alibi to
hide my staying with you the whole night. I am sure we
will see eachother again; the island isn’t that big.
Please don’t be angry with me.
Yours Wendy

Smee read the note again and then he knew what was happening to his commander. He suppressed a grin. No wonder Hook was in this good of a mood. To get a note like this from the beautiful young girl was surely something to lighten up even his normally bad temper.
So, Miss Darling had stayed the whole night with him and this time she didn’t simply flee, she left him a message. This was a change in the whole matter. Besides Smee knew now for sure that his captain hadn’t forced himself upon the girl, what the old Irishman had almost feared, even if it would have been completely atypical for his commander. Hook didn’t
boggle from anything but to handle a lady like this was something he would never do. But Wendy Darling wasn’t a lady – not yet, she was mere a half child – and rather an enemy. Nevertheless she was a shining beauty and Hook seemed to be caught by this. Of course, what man would not?
“Smee? Still tired or are you dreaming?”
The boatswain jerked and laid the note hastily at the night stand. “Sorry, Sir, I… I w… was only…”
“…daydreaming!” James grinned. “Take care that this will not last until the evening, therwise you will missing lunch!”
Again Smee was completely wordless by this almost friendly teasing and nodded. “Aye, Aye, Sir!”
He looked down at the bed. Heavens, he had almost forgotten what a girl could do to a man.

Two days went by without any sign of Hook on the island. This was rather atypical and Wendy, Peter, the brothers and Lost Boys became nervous – of course for different reasons.
Peter knew his mortal enemy well enough to forebode that the pirate-captain was up to something. He was planning a sort of revenge for the prank, there was not doubt.
The eternal boy went to the mermaid’s lagoon and asked the beautiful, but dangerous, water-creatures what was going on at the Jolly Roger. Their answers weren’t satisfactory. They only told him that the pirates were swabbing the ship and that Hook played his piano often. But that wasn’t the reason why Peter, was after this talk, deep in thought. It was rather the odd hint of the eldest of the mermaids that things in Neverland would change. Of course she knew more – like the fairy-queen – but she didn’t dare give away the secrets of the future.
Wendy’s tenseness resulted out of a completely different matter. She had thought James would search for her again to take her back to the ship or the Black Castle. But as the second day neared its end without that only a tip of him had been seen on the island she knew that he was up to more. This time he would take care that she couldn’t escape again and she felt a forbidden thrill by this mere thought. And shamefully she felt a prickle beneath her skin and a pitch in her belly by the imagination of be ravished by him again. The dreams of the last two nights had been unnerving. How crazy could someone be to dream the whole night of making love to one of the greatest foes of the world and to wake up and to be disappointed to find an empty bed and to have a heart-beat like the drumming of horse-hooves during a derby? It was insane, immoral, abashedly, forbidden and… and it awoke a longing deep inside her again, that made her uneasy.
Of course she hadn’t forgotten his warning in the cave. He would seek for revenge and that she should take care that her brothers wouldn’t be near the whole mess then, but until now she hadn’t found a convenient opportunity to speak with John and Michael about it. She was afraid they would ask more questions she couldn’t answer. And she couldn’t and wouldn’t tell them anything of what she had shared with James.
Lost in thought Wendy lifted her basket to collected berries and eatable mushrooms for dinner, went to the entrance and almost run into a little army of Lost Boys. The girl groaned and turned to her brother. “For God sakes, John, I only wanted to collect some berries. Why do you have to build up a bodyguard-group like this again?” She pointed at seven of the Lost Boys who stood at the entrance of the hide-out, armed from teeth to toes, to accompany her like yesterday and the day before.
“Two times Hook had kidnapped you…” John began.
“… and he will seek revenge for our prank three days ago!” Peter added. “You are one of his favourite goals and I will not let any harm let come to you. So the boys will accompany you.”
Wendy rolled the eyes. “Peter, we haven't seen Hook for two days now and…”
“And that make me nervous. The old codfish is up to something. I feel it in my bones!” Peter cut in.
“Because of this John will come with you as well. We don’t want to take the risk that you will be kidnapped again!”
“And by the way we can help you!” Piper piped with his high voice, swinging his basket.
The girl sighed, hoping that James wouldn’t do something stupid this evening like – for example – trying to get her. Not when eight boys were with her and one of them was one of her brothers. For a moment she thought of protest but a look at Peter’s firm face changed her mind. He would never allow her to go out in the forests alone and for some reason she didn’t like it. But now she had no other choice but to obey.
Together the eight boys and the girl struck off to the clearances in the environment. After almost a quarter hour they reached a place full of blueberries, raspberries, currants and wild strawberries and started to collect them. Peter had hunted two rabbits yesterday, had skinned and hung them in the cooler storage room. Now they sputtered over the open fire in the hide-out and would taste delicious together with fresh berries and the bread Wendy had baked.
It didn’t last long and the eight boys were strewn at large, calling to each other every new find. Of course even this was a game for them, challenged a guess who would collect the most berries.
Wendy was smiling. Virtually she hadn’t had to do anything; the boys did a really good job in braking every record in filling their baskets in no time. Humming a soft melody she sat down on one of the stones near the berry-bushes and relished in the warm last sunbeams of the day. And it had been a day! The first time after Hook had changed her into a woman she had found something of her old childish joshing, played Hide and Seek and even started a pillow fight, which Peter – of course – won. And now dinner was near and…
A warm hand clamped down on her mouth and a strong arm encircled her waist. Before she could start to scream she heard the familiar deep voice at her ear, almost too silent to be understood.
“Sh, my beauty. Don’t be scared; it’s only me.”
She sighed and relaxed a little bit, glaring careful in the direction where John and Slightly were, but the boys were only to hear.
Hook pulled his hand away and Wendy turned her head the slightest bit, looking directly into his forget-me-not blue eyes. “Are you crazy to come here? I have half of an army with me and…”
“… and they are only children – as your note said.” A smile tugged at his mouth.
“What do you want?” she whispered, hearing with one ear if the boys would return.
“Isn’t this obvious? I want you!” His low voice was a demanding purr and the fire in his eyes seemed to burn her. For a moment her breath was caught in her throat and her heart began to beat quicker, than she shook her head. “You already had me and…”
“And it wasn’t enough, my sweet!” he grinned, bending down to kiss her but she turned away, shocked at how much strength she needed to do so.
“James, please go. I don’t know what to tell them next if you take me away with you right under their noses and convince them again that you hadn’t hurt me. I…”
He took her chin between his fingers, forced her face softly towards him and closed his lips over hers in a quick, but powerful kiss, awakening the somehow missed butterflies in her belly and sent a shiver down her spine. His eyes bored into hers. “I will take you with me, Wendy, now! So do yourself and your friends a favour and come willingly with me.”
“Otherwise?” she challenged and raised one delicate eyebrow, already knowing the answer.
A wicked gleam sparkled in his eyes. “Otherwise I will have to fight the boys off and carry you to the ship like every pirate would do!”
Her eyes went small and her face hardened. “Do you threaten me?”
He only grinned. “It’s up to you, my little wildcat!”
“So you are blackmailing me!” she ascertained and folded her arms before her chest, letting her gaze roam over his attractive features, framed by his black curls and hooded from his large hat with two great feathers. He wore a dark green coat, decorated with heavy golden embroideries; his familiar weapon sash and a black shirt. The waistcoat was in the same
colour as the coat. Silken black breeches didn’t hide the muscles of his strong legs, ending in his favourite black boots. He simply looked… great and dangerous and forbidden and… And Wendy bit her lips, not recognizing how much this gesture affected Hook. No! This time she would not let these odd feelings overwhelm her, even if the price would be another long night with yearning dreams!
James looked down on her, taking in her whole appearance, while his pulse quickened. Damn, he had missed her! The two last days without her hadn’t been the best of his life – rather the opposite. He was almost angry with himself for letting this girl take such a big influence on him, but he couldn’t help himself any more. In the last two nights he had rolled himself more in the bed than sleeping, longing for the nearness of her soft warm body and her fiery spirit. But if his plan should work, than he had to wait, even if his hunger for her burned deep in his guts and mind. And now she sat before him, looking with big eyes challenging and defiant at him and bit those crimson lips, for which he hungered. Alas, that was an understatement. He was starving to have her again, feeling her wriggling beneath him, her slender arms and legs around him, while he was buried deep inside her…
He suppressed a sigh as his slightly tense length hardened instantly. If it wasn't for his men hiding several metres away in the bushes and for those damn boys not so far away he would have take her now and here on the soft moss of the forest ground.
Wendy didn’t lower her gaze and looked straight into his eyes – those damn eyes, which had haunted her for years and had a power over her that almost frighten her. His scent lingered in her nose and let her blood flow quicker through her veins while the familiar knot in her stomach tightened. God help her but a totally crazy part of her wished that he would throw her over his shoulder and take her with him.
“I am not blackmailing you, my sweet little vixen”, he answered slowly. “I gave you a sort of… choice – again!”
She knew this tone and this facial expression very well. More or less he was extorting her, and that awakened her resolve. “Has any one ever told you, that to ask nicely and polite has often the better successes?”
He grinned again. “After all I am a pirate, my dear! And a pirate does not ask; he takes what he wants.”
Wendy lifted her head, proudly. “And I am a lady after all and…”
He pulled her up and pressed her roughly flush against his body. “I am sure that no lady would give herself this ardently and hungrily to a man like you did.” Amused he watched her turning deep red. Heavens, this mixture of innocence and playing with fire was too tempting.
He wrapped his mutilated arm around her thin waist and cupped her cheek.
The girl’s eyes widened; she knew this look very well. “Don’t you dare to…”
His mouth clamped down on hers, taking immediate advantage of her open lips and kissed her deeply, pressing her lower half fiercely in his’, letting her feel exactly in which state he already was. All demons of the Seven Seas have to succour him but he needed her. He had hungered to conquer her sweet and fresh mouth again, to taste her and to feel her like this. And it took a great amount of strength and will not to pick her up, carry her deeper in the jungle and to ravish her for the next hours. It would have been too hazardous.
She weakly started to fight, but not very much, rather she clung to him and as he teased her tongue with his, she moaned silently and began to return his kiss more and more eagerly, grinding herself slowly at him. Magma streamed through his body and he knew that he had to end this kiss, before he would lose it.
Wendy’s lids fluttered down and the knot in her stomach exploded in hundreds of butterflies. She felt the warmth of his strong body that seemed to envelope her whole; she felt his black curls on one of her cheeks and the velvet of his coat under her fingers. She had wanted to defend herself against him and not to give in this time, but her body had another idea. God help her, but she had longed to be in his arms again and to feel his desire for her. Against her will she clawed her nails in the soft fabric of his coat and let herself be pressed into his body. She could feel the stone-hard length that pulsed in his breeches and the sudden emptiness in her being was almost painful. It was completely insane but she wanted him. And even if the ground would open and would swallow them both whole, straight down to hell, she could not help herself. She wanted him!
Suddenly he tore his mouth from hers, his breath was heavy, his eyes a burning depth. “Have I really to ask you to come with me?” His voice was husky, betraying his arousal even if Wendy hadn’t felt the hard proof at her abdomen.
She swallowed and buried her face in the quilling of his shirt, breathing in his familiar scent. “I… I cannot, James!” She whispered. “I…”
He didn’t listen any more. Without a word he picked her up and turned to carry her to the shores.
“Set me down!” she protested but he only shook his head.
“No more games, little girl! I will…”
“Let her go, you damn bastard!” The angry scream rang over the clearing.
Freaking Wendy looked over Hook’s shoulder only to find her brother, her step-cousin and the seven Lost Boys stepping nearer. John’s face was red with rabidness while he lifted a cutlass. “Set her down, Hook, this very instant, or…”
The pirate-captain turned around, and seemed to be very relaxed and not a bit alarmed. “Or what, Mr. Darling? Do you really think you have a chance in fighting me?”
“This we will see. Set. Her. Down.”
The boy was serious, there was no doubt. He sighed. “If you insist.” Careful he put Wendy down, holding her close before him and brought his face near to hers. “I am sorry, my sweet, but I think you want the show to go on!” With this he drew his sword and tighten his right arm around her waist just for a moment to let her know that he didn’t intent to hurt her or to use her as bait.
Nevertheless Wendy was more than alarmed. “Please, don’t harm him!” she whispered back. “He’s my brother and…”
“Don’t be afraid”, he softly cut in. “I know and I gave you my word. By the way, there will be no need for it. He and his friends will not interfere for long.” Then he challenged with a loud voice: “What is it, boy? Only words or are you brave enough to let action fellow?”
John clenched his free hand to a fist and lifted his cutlass; wrath burned in him as he saw his helpless sister in the claws of this monster on two legs. “I didn’t remember you as a coward, Hook, or why do you hide yourself behind a girl?” he snarled, ignoring the warning glances of his friends.
“Who says that I am hiding, Mr. Darling? Maybe I simply like to have her near me.”
“Shut up, James!” Wendy hissed, too low to be heard by the boys, then turned her head up to look at him directly. “Please?” she added.
He lifted one brow. “Someday you will have no other choice than to tell them the truth.” Her begging look was enough to let him give in – just this little bit. “All right, show-time!” He started to grin. “And because we have to pretend that you are in the power of a grim pirate now, you have to bear his impossible manners.”
Before she could ask what that meant, he pressed his lips quickly on hers again, while she heard the outraged scream of her brother. Before she could react Hook shoved her behind him. “Hold her, Mr. Cecco!”
Shocked Wendy watched several buccaneers coming out of the bushes and felt a strong hand around her upper arm. With wide eyes she looked up to the great black pirate, who smiled down at her like a wolf. “Hello, Missy. Lon’ not seen, haven’t we?”
Instantly she straightened her shoulders. “Unhand me this moment, Mr. Cecco!”
He chuckled, his white teeth a sharp contrast in his dark face. “I’m sorry, lass, but t’e Cap’n gave an ot’er order. So be decorous and make no problems!”
John stormed forward, ready to attack this loathed blackguard who had dared to compromise his sister by kissing her. The other boys were at his side, screaming war-cries and brandished their weapons. “Mr. Lin and Mr. Jukes, would you please be so kind?”
Even now Hook was calm and if John hadn’t been this outraged he had recognized that the pirate-captain was up to something; but to see his defenceless sister in the arms of the buccaneer and above all this foe had the impertinence to kiss her, had laid a red haze over the gaze of the boy. Because of this he did not hear the warning shout of Slightly, who tried to stop him and in the next moment he was tackle to the ground.
He and the others found themselves in a great net, that had been thrown over them. For just one moment they were all flabbergasted, then they jumped up, trying to cut through the net, inveighing with curses that even had the pirates surprised.
“Listen, Billy, t’ey’re speakin’ like we!”
“Almost, Robert. The dialect isn’t t’at right!”
“But for a start it isn’t t’at bad!” Cookson added, grinning like mad.
“Silence!” By this loud order of Hook all obeyed, including the Lost Boys – even if it lasted for not more then several seconds.
“Coward!” Slightly spat. “Haven’t you the courage to fight us fair?”
Hook’s blue eyes threw daggers. “If you knew what was good for you, Slightly, then you would shut up before my urge to cut all your throats grows too strong!"
“Do you think, we are afraid?” Piper bravely said, but went silent as he caught the gaze of the buccaneer.
“You should be, boy!” Hook answered almost softly. “Normally no one of you have to expect mercy from me – especially not after what you have done three days ago.” His look roamed over the small, partially paling faces. “And the older, almost former Lost Boys should know me well enough. I am looking forward to have a day of reckoning with every one of you. But to all your luck today I have other things to do. So I will let you live this time.” He nodded to Jukes. “Take two of the men with you and take care that Pan will not so quickly find these rats. One of the longboats will wait for you at the shore.”
The over and over tattooed pirate saluted. “Aye, Aye, Cap’n.”
John looked to Wendy, who was held by Cecco. “Let her go, Hook. If you need a bait for Peter then take me.”
The pirate-captain smiled. “Look, look, what a sacrificing offer. Tell me, Mr. Darling, are all members of your family so brave?”
The boy lifted his face, his eyes were blazing. “What do you know about bravery? You are only strong when you are in superior number!”
Hook grinned. “I’ll take this answer for a ‘yes’. This temper, your sweet sister over there showed the last times, seems to live in everyone of your family.”
Something in the way Hook’s voice sounded alarmed John more then any threat would be able to do. He looked back at Wendy and for the first time he saw not only his almost two years older sister, but a mere young woman as well. A beautiful, soon to be a young woman.
And even if Hook was the worst villain in- and outside of Neverland, he was also a man. And that there had always been an odd tension between the both was something John had ignored, but not any more. He didn’t have the whole knowledge about what could happen between a man and a woman, but what he had eavesdropped at home between Wendy and their mother and what the other boys said in school was enough to let him put one and one together.
His eyes narrowed and his face turned dark with loathing and fury. “Don’t you dare to touch her!” he whispered fiercely and met the surprised gaze of the pirate-captain.
“I don’t know what you are meaning by this, but I think it has something to do with your petty bourgeois way of view”, he mocked, knowing perfectly well to what the boy referred.
“If you touch her I will kill you!” This was too calm and too intense to be ignored. Hook put his sword back into his sash, demonstrating his mastery thereby and bent down. His gaze would have even scared a lion.
“Be warned, boy! I am taking challenges to a duel very sincerely and you are too young for it. So do yourself and your sister a favour and do nothing that you both will regret. Do you hear me!”
John swallowed but stood his ground. “I will not let you…”
Hook turned away, before his growing anger overwhelmed his control. “Take them away!”
John was able to cut half through the net. “NO! I will not let you take her with you and…” His further words were stopped, as Jukes seized his weapon-hand, wrenched the cutlass out of the boy’s grip and shoved him down. Then he and two other pirates bound the net together like a sack.
Wendy had started to fight Cecco to get free, as Hook reached them. Fire lay in her eyes. “What have you in mind for them? What will you do with my brother and…”
“Calm down, sweetie.” He nodded to Cecco and the giant pirate let her free, stepping back with the slightest of respect. This girl really had fire, there was not doubt about it.
Wendy whirled around to James. “Calm down? You are packing my brother, step-cousin and their friends in a net like fishes and carrying them to a place only God knows and have the nerve to tell me to calm down?” Indignantly she pointed to the three pirates who carried the net away together. A little bit shocked she heard the curses of John and Slightly, never thought that the two knew this sort of language.
Hook grinned; Alas, how much had he missed this bundle of pure energy the last two days!
“They will not be harmed. You have my word. And I think it would be healthy for your brother to cool down.”
“If you haven’t angered him so much, he would be ‘cool’!” she gave back. “By the way, what has gotten into you to kiss me before them? Have you gone mad? How should I explain to them that…?”
Cecco, who stood several steps behind, started to cough and met the warning gaze of his commander. Never before he had heard someone who had dared to speak with Hook in this way and still lived. But this girl really was a temptation; of course he had recognized it! He wasn’t blind.
“Mr. Cecco, please return to the longboats and take the other men with you. Miss Darling and I will follow you soon.”
The giant black pirate nodded, suppressing a grin. “Aye, Sir!”
Wendy started to protest but Hook laid his index fingers on her lips. “Be silent now until we are alone!”
It was an order and the girl pressed her lips together. “I don’t take orders from you!” she hissed and Hook rolled his eyes. “Close this lovely mouth this instant, my dear, or I have to gag you!”
Several of the pirates started to laugh as they went by and Wendy blushed. The men had barely gone as Hook looked hard at her. “Two rules, my sweet pig-head. First: never speak in this tone with me again in front of my men; and second: if I give an order then you have to obey. Is this clear?”
Wendy put her fists on her waist. “First, Sir, I am taking no orders from anyone! Not even from you! And second…” She hesitated a moment, than sighed. “Your wish of my chosen words before your men make sense. So I will fulfil it in the future!”
With open mouth he gaped at her. “My wish?” he repeated flabbergasted.
Wendy could not help herself, but she began to grin. He almost looked cute now. “Yes, your wish, Sir. Of course you didn’t mean ‘order’ because you already know that I don’t…”
She yelped as he seized her around her waist, lifted her up, threw her over his shoulder and started to walk. “I think it is time to point out to you that I am still a pirate and above all a captain. And if you… Stop wriggling!”
“Hey, every lady would try to get free in a situation like this!” she protested.
“A lady: yes. A hoyden like you: only for one of her crazy games!”
Her little fist hit his back. “James Hook, your are the most brazen, insolent, perkiest…” His flat hand landed on her butt, as he mildly slapped her.
“One more word of this and you will know another side of me!” To his own anger his voice didn’t sound this threatening as it should.
“Don’t you dare thrash me like a child!” she spit.
“If you are acting like one of those little rats then don’t be surprised that you will be handled like one of them!” he retorted dryly.
“Little rats? And what am I then?”
“A hell of a wildcat, sweetie!” he grinned, knowing exactly that this would risk her temper more.
“This, Sir, is even from the biological side not possible. My brother could not be a rat and I a cat. Those both species… Hey, I didn’t hit you this time!”
Her butt was slightly burning from another slap by now, what had been more of a teasing than a punishment.
“You are irritating me, girl!”
“Oh, good!” She answered, for what she earned another soft slap.
“Hey, this is enough! Do you have no other arguments?”
“Since when do pirates change arguments with their captives?”
“Since when have you decided to forget that you would like to be a gentleman?”
“I am not ‘like’ a gentleman; I am!”
“Ha, never! No gentleman would carry a lady like this!”
“You aren’t a lady!”
“And you are no gentleman!”
“I am!”
“No, you are not!”
“Yes, I am. But you are no lady, girly!”
“Don’t you dare call me that! You know that I hate it!” she outraged for a moment.
Hook started to grin, remembering very well the reason why the whole mess between the ship’s cook and Wendy had started. He had heard this story several times from his men. “Girly!”
“Codfish!”
For the first time he was called by this name and didn’t get angry. The opposite was the case. The whole situation started to exhilarate him, while he strode through the forest back to the shore, thrilled by the imagination to have the girl shortly at the Jolly Roger and to do with her for what he longed the most in the moment. And even if Pan would find his friends quickly, he would have to search for the ship longer than one night.
“Crabbiness!”
“Villain!”
“Pretend-to-be-a-lady!”
“Freshwater-captain!”
“Impertinent damsel!” he grumbled and had to suppress a grin. Normally he punished every lack of respect, but with Wendy it was another thing. He liked these verbal bantering and her courage.
“Disguised frigate-captain!”
“No more insulting indirectness about my distinction!”
His voice was a low growl.
“What distinction?” she asked innocently.
“If I would be you I would think about the next words very carefully!” he warned.
She didn’t know why, but this all was getting more and more funny. Here she was, carried off like a sack of flour by one of the most dangerous buccaneers of the Seven Seas to his ship – and what he had in mind for the next hours was obvious – and what did she do? Instead of trying everything to escape him and to free her brother and his friends she and the captain throw childish designation at each other. But to hang upside-down had let her blood flow more to her brain and she felt tipsy by now. And above all she had discovered that he really was vain.
“Vainly guy!” she giggled.
He rolled his eyes. What, the heck, was happening to her? One moment she was snarling like a panther and in the next she was acting silly. And by the way: He was NOT vainly!
“Yes you are!” she answered and he comprehended that he had spoken the last sentence aloud.
“And you are disrespectful, pertly…
“In my bathtub I am the captain!” she started to sing and had her next slap a moment later.
“If you slap me one more time, you will regret it!” she hissed everything but serious.
He only grinned. “If you aren’t behaving well within the next moments, then… Wendy Darling! Don’t you dare to open…”
His weapon sash felt to the ground – directly into a bush – followed by his hat. “You said something, James?” she asked ingratiatingly, squeaking as he kneeled down and let her roll from his shoulder on the soft moss and grass. Sniggering she tried to get away from him only to be pinned down by his weight, his face only inches from her away.
“I warned you!” he whispered and trying everything to look dangerous, but it was no use. The moment he felt her beneath him and looked deep into her big eyes, the arduously repressed desire for her overwhelmed everything else. The way her breasts raised, her warm breath stroke over his face and her long hair splayed like brown silk around her was almost too much for him. For two days he had longed to feel her again – all of her! – and now she lay here with him and only several layers of fabric separated them. Alas, he had to have her! Not in an hour but now!
Wendy saw the change in his eyes; the pretended anger disappeared and was replace by a hungry fire that seemed to burn her. She knew instantly what was happening to him. She could feel it and it thrilled her beyond everything else. “You… you cannot…” she began, but he cut in.
“I can and I will, my beauty. Here and now!”
Before she could protest his lips were on hers, his tongue plundered her moist cavern, his hand cupped one of her breasts, while he forced her legs apart and ground himself between them, elicited from them both a moan.
Almost immediately the forbidden fire returned to her and she felt a growing tickling in her most sensitive parts. Her hands – several moments ago trying to push him away – clung to his head, holding him close while she kissed him back; her one leg wrapped around his as she arched against his length.
He groaned and his heart-beat raced even more. Fire was burning in his veins, his length was painfully hard by now. He felt her soft lips, her slender fingers massaging his scalp, her familiar scent enshrouded him. He longed to feel her skin on his again; to stroke every inch of her smooth, warm body and to taste her very nectar. He wanted to hear her screaming his name and…
“Cap’n?”
Smee’s voice echoed through the forest. “Sir, is everything all right with ya?”
It took all his strength to let her mouth free and with a mixture of moaning and sighing he buried his face at her throat. “I'll kill him”, he whispered, trying to catch his breath.
Wendy started to get herself again, blushing as she recognized what almost had happened. Dear God, she almost had let him take her outside in the middle of the jungle, where every moment anyone could see them. And why was she disappointed by the interrupting of the old Irishman?
“Get up!” she hissed. “Quick, or will you humiliate me completely?”
He groaned and rolled away from her, trying to build up his wall of discipline again. Wendy quickly stood up and straightened her nightgown, saw the green spots on the white silk and sighed. “Why is my gown every time ruined, when I am with you?”
“Don’t worry, you will get a new one!” he answered hoarsely, rubbing his face.
“Cap’n?” Smee’s voice sounded more urgently by now.
“If this idiot didn’t shut up soon, Pan will find us even without the tip of his friends!”
What came next Wendy would never understand. Without a second thought she turned in the direction from where the voice of the boatswain had been heard and answered: “We are here, Mr. Smee. One moment please!”
Hook stared at her and met her gaze. “You know, if Smee had scream for me a little bit longer it would be more than sure that Pan would have heard him. You might have forfeited your only chance to be safe from me.”
“Do I have to be safe from you?” she asked back, a wicked smile on her face. ‘Wendy, you are sounding like... like...’ She couldn’t find a word for her behaviour.
He grinned. “Be sure of it! You do not anticipate what I have in mind for us.”
She blushed. “I think I do know.”
With an elegant movement he stood up, looking deep into her eyes. “So you have chosen?”
She hesitated, than nodded slowly. “For this night.”
He wrapped his arms around her and holding her so close she barely could breath. “It will be more than only one night, my dear. This I promise.”
She swallowed. “James, you know that I have to return and...”
“I will not let you. Besides, the coming night and day will be only for us. There will be no one who will disturb us.”
She blinked several times. “Peter will know that you have taken me to the Jolly Roger and...”
“He will not be able to find the ship.”
She frowned. “What do you mean by this?”
A wicked smile rushed over his features. “That is a surprise.” He kissed her quickly, only to capture her mouth again in a longer kiss; his hook stroke softly over her back, his good hand cupped her butt and massaged it slowly.
Wendy groaned and relaxed in his embrace, which took away all her sane thoughts. Suddenly she heard someone clearing his throat and stiffened. James tore his mouth from hers and frowned.
“Smee! I hope you have a good reason to...”
“I am sorry, Sir, but the ebb begins and if we are not leaving soon the longboats will be caught at land.”
Hook sighed and felt Wendy burying her face into his chest. He didn’t have to look at her to know that she had blushed crimson red. He laughed silently. This girl was a wonder: one moment she behaved like a vixen and the next she was the innocent maiden again.
“My sword and my hat is in that bush over there. Fetch them, Smee. Miss Darling and I will head to the shore.” With this he picked her up and walked away with long, quick steps. He seemed to be in hurry.
The old Irishman grinned like a madman, knowing exactly why his captain was suddenly so eager to return to the ship. By all goblins of Ireland, but he could understand him and for one moment he wished he could be young again to feel this kind of passion only for one time again.

TBC...
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In the swirl of passion