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Embracing Darkness	By : pegasus2704 Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 11148 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When Wendy woke in the morning, Hook had already left. Breakfast had been set on a small table, and the curtains were opened. She smiled slightly when she realized that Smee had most likely prepared everything, and then decided to allow her to sleep as late as she wanted. She sat up, stretched, ate her little breakfast, and set her plan to work.
Several of the dresses that she had been given were too large for her to wear, but of such luxurious material that Wendy set herself to mending them to fit her lithe frame. One, a blue satin, had a particularly low bust line, and a generous skirt that she found particularly flattering to the feminine figure. She added a pendant to the center of the bustline that she had found lying in the bottom of the clothes chest, its blue opal sparkled in the sunlight. When she had finished with that one, she found a green silk gown that she selected for her next project. After letting out the sleeves and taking in the waist, she decided that it too could be added to her new collection. After she had finished her sewing, she sat on the edge of the bed, awaiting Smee's return with her late lunch.
Sure enough, he walked in several minutes later bearing a tray adorned with fresh fruits and berries.
"Well I see that you have busied yourself. I hope that the dresses proved adequate." Smee said, looking at her somewhat hopefully. Wendy smiled back easily.
"Why, they are beautiful. Thank you very much. I was hoping though that I might be able to take another bath this afternoon though. I know it is an inconvenience, but I would be grateful.” Wendy asked, trying to keep the nerves from her voice.
"Of course we can do that Miss Wendy. I can have the men bring one up quickly. I will warn you though, the Captain will be home soon, and expecting you to dine with him.” Wendy nearly smiled at the old man’s attempt at warning her. Little does he know.
"I realize that Mr. Smee, but thank you for your consideration. I simply wish to relax a bit in the warm water. Sewing all day has made my neck and shoulders tense.
"Ah, a bath will be just the thing then. I will be back with one shortly." With that, Smee bowed slightly, and hurried out of the door. Although he left the door unlocked, Wendy thought it wise to bide her time and appear content before she made her move. They would still be expecting her to try to escape, so her first step would be lulling them into believing that she would not try it.
The men returned moments later with the tub and the hot water. When they had left again, Wendy purposely took her time climbing into the bath. Once she was in, she waited. Sure enough, about ten minutes later, Hook came striding brusquely into the room. He nearly stopped dead at the appearance of the young woman bathing in his bedchamber. Wendy squeaked in faked surprise, and moved her hands to cover herself. Hook stood firmly where he was, and hungrily gazed at her.
"Making yourself right at home I see," he mused.
"I was quite comfortable until you boorishly strode in here without warning. Could you please give a lady some privacy? I had just finished and was readying myself to exit the bath." Wendy said back at him curtly. Just as she had planned, Hook only laughed
"This is my bedchamber, and here I shall remain. But seeing as you are in a state of, well, undress, I will turn my back to allow you to cover yourself." And so he did. Wendy made a big deal of splashing as she stepped out of the tub, reminding Hook of what he was missing while his back was turned. She purposely left the robe half tied, so that ample cleavage was shown, as well as the graceful curve of one leg. When Hook turned back to face her, he clearly seemed shocked at her appearance.
"Whatever is the matter Captain?" Wendy asked, trying to appear innocent. "I hope I didn’t offend you by bathing in your room, but you wouldn’t let me go elsewhere." Hook cleared his throat, and answered her, though still clearly uncomfortable.
"Nothing is the matter. However, you, my dear, should be more careful when bathing in front of a pirate." He quickly stalked closer to her, which frightened her. However, she held her ground.
"I am not scared of you." She tried to speak as confidently as possible, but knew that her trembling hands would give her away.
"You should be." Hook smiled dangerously, and turned to approach his desk. Although Wendy's heart was pounding, she knew that she had to act now or never.
"Why?" She asked, suddenly confident. She threw her head back proudly, and waited for him to turn and make eye contact. When he did, the look in his eyes nearly destroyed all of her bravado. In two steps, he closed the distance between them, and grabbed her arms. He pulled her flush up against his body, and kissed her soundly, passionately, hungrily. Wendy whimpered in surprise, and then relaxed into his tight grasp as heat spread through her entire body. He let out a shuddering breath, and then kissed her again, opening his mouth. She mentally chastised herself when her body betrayed her. Her mouth opened to accept his kiss, and her hands grasped desperately at his shoulders. She became briefly aware of the robe that slipped off of her own shoulder, but she was too unwilling to remove her hands from his body to replace it. While still remaining fused to her lips, Hook's good hand slid from her waist up to cup her now exposed breast. Wendy, surprised at the foreign contact, arched her back into the explosion of sensation that she felt in her chest. His hand kneaded and explored the peak of her nipple, while she gasped at the exquisite torture. Once again, she arched into him, unknowingly tilting her hips forward to make contact with his. Hook moaned sharply, and slid his hand from her breast to grasp at her bottom, pulling her even tighter up against him. Wendy became aware of the hardness that now pressed against her, and could feel the heat radiating from it. Hook released her to grab at the tie on her robe, and undid it, allowing it to slide to the floor. Reaching around her so that the hook lay flat against the small of her back, Hook then removed his own shirt and moved her towards the bed. Although her mind protested, Wendy found herself immersed in the flood of sensation and pleasure that crashed over her body every time that he touched her. She sank to her knees, and began to unlace his boots. She looked up at him as she removed them one by one, and then stood up. Although he had already unfastened his pants, they were still sitting up on his hips. He traced her cheeks with his good hand, and stroked her stomach with the flat part of the hook. With trembling hands, Wendy slid his pants off of his hips, and then watched mutely as he stepped out of the last of his clothing. Now just as naked as she, Hook grasped her around the waist and sat her on the bed. He moved to stand between her legs, and leaned in to assault her mouth with passion once again. Wendy sucked in breath as she felt the source of heat of his body brush up against the inside of her thigh, and blushed at the sudden rush of warmth that she felt in her own secret place. When Hook released her lips to kiss her neck, Wendy felt the last of her resolve slipping. She moaned into the air and threw her head back, thrusting her hips towards him. Once again, she elicited a similar noise from Hook, and suddenly she was on her back. Hooks hand moved down to between her legs, as Wendy felt pressure slowly begin to build within her. He stroked her gently but meaningfully, smiling against her mouth as he felt her breath quicken. When he inserted a finger into her warm channel, her remaining barriers came crashing down and she was pulled along with the current of her orgasm. When her shudders subsided, Hook gently eased a second finger into her virgin body, and nearly lost it then and there when he felt her inner muscles clamp down on his exploring fingers.
"Oh god" Wendy breathed, still quaking. While she was still reeling, Hook thrust his swollen member into her trembling womanhood. She sucked in a tight breath and let out a small cry, as a tear slipped out of her tightly closed eyes.
"Shhh my beauty" Hook murmured into her ear, placing soothing kissing along her jawbone, cheek and forehead. Even as he quieted her though, he was acutely aware of the emotional pain that seared through him as he heard her cry out; she had given herself so willingly, that he had almost forgotten that he was a pirate and she his captive. For once, he had slipped into the dream that he was just a man, and she just a woman. He clenched his eyes shut in anger at himself, and didnt open them until he felt her small hand caress his cheek. "Please, please don’t stop. I need...this" Wendy stopped herself before she admitted something to him that she wasn’t ready to admit to herself. Right now, right here, she could not refuse him anything. For the moment, she was his. What she didn’t know, was the he was equally as much hers. Hook opened his stormy blue eyes to look into her clear green ones. He kissed her soundly before fear was able to work itself back into them, and slowly, gently began to rock his hips in and out of her. When her head rolled to the side, and her hands left him to grip at the sheets on the bed, Hook rocked further back and began to thrust into her earnestly. Within moments, he came violently, moaning loudly and chest muscles flexing. Wendy found herself overcome with passion when looking at his face, which stared towards the heavens in complete and pure ecstasy. A swelling of pride made its way in Wendy's chest, knowing that she was the cause of the pleasure. Her happiness was brief though, as the knowledge that she had just slept with a killer, her kidnapper, made its way into her clearing mind. Although Hook rolled off of her, and pulled her tight against him, whispering her name into her ear, Wendy willed her body to relax and pretend that she had already drifted asleep so as to avoid any conversations with him. Although her heart longed to share words of affection with him as they both drifted off to sleep together, her mind wanted her to lash out at him for causing her to lose control in such a reckless manner. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it; she had gone into this situation in complete control, and managed to lose all of it in a battle with her own inner feelings. This man, this pirate, had some form of power over her that terrified her still. Although her mind told her to seek freedom, her heart dared her to remain where she was, in his strong arms.
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