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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 8 – A cherished night

The sun went down as the longboats reached the Jolly Roger. The mighty Spanish galleon waved softly on the crystal clear water; her golden carvings gleamed in the last sunbeams and the convoluted sails seemed to change their colour from white to a decent orange and red. The dark wood, from what the Jolly Roger had been made, shined like refurbished mahogany – dark-red and almost black, while the great lead glass windows at the stern shimmered blue in the evening-sun. The strong ropes beat softly at the four masts and the yards, the black flag with the white skull and the two crossed sabers beneath it fluttered in the low wind.
Wendy’s heart beat faster, as she looked up at the high exterior wall. As Cecco had caught her five days ago and had brought her to the Jolly Roger, she had been too scared to recognize what a wonderful ship the galleon really was. She could understand completely that a ship was also called ‘the seaman’s bride’. If she would be the captain of such a vessel she would be the most proud being in the whole world.
“She is impressive, isn’t she?” James’ low voice purred at her ear, as he leaned nearer to her and his left arm, that was around her shoulder, tightened.
Wendy’s gaze drifted from the mighty ship to the man at her side and saw the pride in his eyes, which seemed to be even bluer here at the sea. Once more she felt drawn to them, nearly sinking into them and hastily she let her look roam over his lightly tanned face. His black curls and the feathers of his hat wafted in the breeze; the dark-green velvet of his coat mirrored slightly the orange-red of the sun and his weapon-sash reflected the last beams like fluid gold.
A soft smile played around his lips, almost dislodging his normally arrogant feature and it caught her breath in her throat for just a moment. He looked like a king; prideful, puissant, self-aware, dangerous handsome and… “Glorious!” she whispered.
He grinned wickedly. “The ship?” he asked innocently, knowing exactly what she had thought. Her mind was open to read on her beautiful face and in her big dove-blue eyes.
She seemed to awaken, realizing what he had asked and that he had seen through her. She turned crimson red and dug him lightly. “The ship, of course!” she mumbled and earned a hearty laughter from James.
“Of course!” he chuckled, exchanging a quick look with a hidden grinning Smee, while the men, which rowed the longboat, pressed their lips together to stop themselves from laughing. They all had realized by now that the blood-young beauty had managed to catch their captain – more or less. Several minutes later Wendy climbed up the rope-ladder to the main-deck, Hook was directly behind her. She didn’t know how he managed it with only one hand and the sharp blade of his hook, but he was even quicker than her and she hurried not to hinder him.
James didn’t mind the whole situation one bit. To have her small butt only inches from his face and to feel the warmth of her little, delicate – and dirty – feet near his guts were something he could get used to. During their short travel from the shore to the ship he had been able to rebuild his control, but with this view before his eyes he felt the heat of his desire returning with all it’s might. Alas, but if he wanted to climb the rest of ladder without too much pain and to reach his cabin in a decent way, then he had to dominate his passion for some minutes more.
Wendy reached the main-deck and a strong hand offered her help to climb on the ship. She recognized Sky, an older pirate with grey hair, and took his offer. Hook needed no help and followed her directly, nodding shortly to Sky. Then he turned around and waited for his boatswain. The old Irishman was wheezing as his head appeared at the small door in the rail and his face was red with exertion.
“Mr. Smee? You know what to do!” Hook only said and the addressed man made a consentient gesture, struggeling for breath.
Without another word the captain lead Wendy to the stairs to the upper abaft-deck, while the remaining pirates, which had accompanied him, climbed onto the ship and went to the riggings, ordered with a rough voice by Smee. Wendy’s gaze traveled over the horizon to the sinking sun. The water glistened like thousands of diamonds. Some gulls squawked in the air and the soft breeze went cooler.
“After you, my beauty!” whispered James’ dark low voice, while he made an elegant, inviting gesture in the direction of the door to his cabin.
Wendy swallowed and looked over her shoulder up to him. The sun was nothing against the fire in his eyes. A shiver ran down her spine. She thought she could feel his burning hunger with every fiber of her being. “Would you mind if I stay a moment? The air is so…”
“Into the cabin with you, girl!” he growled. “Now!”
She didn’t recognized herself as she smiled sweetly at him and battered her eyes. “Please? A strong man like you must be able to control his emoooooaaaah…”
He threw her over his shoulder again, ignoring her protests and the laughter of his men and strode to his cabin, opened the door, stepped inside and kicked the door shut.
“Set me down!” she screamed, anything but sincere. “I am not a sack of flour!”
“No, you are a master in tempting my nerves!” he retorted, walking to his bed – on the way he lay his hat on the desk and let his weapon-sash fall to the ground – and tossed her on the blankets and the mattress.
She cried out and started to sit up, as he let himself fall on the bed-edge, pinning her down with the weight of his upper body. “Is this how a gentleman treats a lady?” she asked with played indignation.
He grinned evilily. “No. That is how a pirate treats his lover, if she dared to let him wait too long.”
“Dare to let him wait too long? Dare? Who do you think you are to think that the whole world is only waiting for y…?”
His mouth closed over hers, cutting off her words. His good hand buried into her scalp, holding her still while he kissed her with a cupidity that frightened her just for a moment, then she slowly lifted her arms and wrapped them around him. She felt the soft velvet beneath her fingers and his thigh back-muscles; the buttons of his coat and waistcoat pressed through the thin material of her nightgown, while the heat of his skin radiated even through the thick velvet. It burned into her own skin and waked the butterflies again, which seemed to turn into sparks, setting her whole body on fire in no time.
Her pulse quickened, her heartbeat fastened and the urge to hold him close was overwhelming. Her embrace tightened as she returned his kiss with a passion that would have shocked her, if she had thought clearly. But all sane thoughts started to leave her. She knew that it was mistake to give herself again to him, but she was helpless against the yearning ache in her lap and her whole being that only he was able to calm. The last two nights she had dreamt of being in his arms again, had woken up sweaty, with a throbbing longing in her most sensitive parts of her body and now it was going to be real again. Only that counted in this moment. She wanted him to take her, to make her his again and to play with her body in all ways she could think of. And the knowledge that it was completely reprehensible and forbidden to sleep with this dangerous man, who was also her virtual enemy, heightened her excitement even more.
Hook was definitely lost. His suppressed desire for her – especially in the last hour – let his control burst. He loosened his grip from her hair and let his hand travel down her throat over her breast, fingering at the bottoms of her nightgown, eager to feel her soft skin again. Impatient he ripped the gown open, mingled her protest with a new savage kiss and cupped one of her small breast, massaging the tender flesh.
A moan escaped her throat while she arched against his hand, the ripped nightgown completely forgotten. As he ended the kiss, what seemed after an eternity, and closed his lips around her other nipple, teasing it mercilessly with his tongue, she gasped, pressing his head closer to her. The blood sang in her veins, the skin of her back constricted and a shiver ran through her whole body. His beard scratched her lightly, building a sharp contrast to his smooth lips; his heavy breath stroke over her exposed chest and his talented tongue drove her almost crazy. As he gently bit her, she screamed, starting to wriggle beneath him.
James sat up, doffed off his coat and waistcoat and stood off to get rid of his boots and breeches. His length throbbed painfully by now and he felt sweat on his back and forehead. His mouth went dry as he looked down on the beauty lying on his bed. Her eyes were shining in a light he had first seen three nights ago; her swollen lips trembled and were red like cherries and her face was flushed. The ripped nightgown and her exposed breast let her seem to be completely defenseless, which thrilled him even more.
Seeing his problem with his shirt she sat up and knelt on the mattress before him, starting to help him with it.
She didn’t dare to look up him, biting, with returning shyness, her lips. Recognizing it he took her chin in his hand, lifted her head and kissed her again, his long curls falling over her like a curtain.
“Don’t be ashamed, my sweet!” he whispered huskily, boring his gleaming gaze into hers. She nodded slowly, deciding to send the decent Miss Darling to hell this night, and reached for him. With slightly trembling fingers she undid the cords of his shirt and helped him to pull it over his head. Sheepishly, she let her hands wander over his shoulders, down his chest and over his flat belly, elicited a groan from him. His hot skin felt like silk, the few dark hairs on his chest didn’t diminish it the slightest bit. Her look fell on his erect nipples and suddenly she wondered if it would feel for him likewise, if she would fondle him the way he did with her.
Ever so softly she bent forward and kissed his chest directly over his wild beating heart, her hands almost cupping his breast, while her thumbs stroke gently over his nipples. He gasped and looked down on her surprised, her tender touches sending shiver through his body, finding a throbbing echo in his guts.
Wendy smiled. It seemed that he liked it and dared more, as she kissed one of his nipples, closing her full lips around it and licked it gently. That did it. Hook’s head fell into his neck, as fire roared through his veins, erupting in a loud moan. To feel her soft lips in this way, her slender hands massaging his torso and her warm breath breezing over his skin was almost too much. He held her head closer, stroked through her silken hair and closed his eyes, relishing in the tenderness she gave him.
She drove her attention to his other breast, giving it the same care as the other one, listened to his throaty moans and looked up to him. The beginning ecstasy on his face aroused her even more, as she already was by now. It was strange, but the power she seemed to have over him thrilled her.
Suddenly he bent down, kissed the top of her head, pulled her hair to the side and sliced his hook through her whole gown at her back. “James!” she protested. “You cannot…”
Without a word he ripped the remaining silk from her body, pulled her flush against him and kissed her passionately as he was going to devour her; his good hand roamed over her back to her butt, pressing it shamelessly to his still clad length. He couldn’t wait anymore. The painful longing was unbearable by now.
“Help me with the boots”, he whispered hoarsely, knowing that he couldn’t bend down now. He let himself fall on the edge of the bed and Wendy knelt before him, taking off his boots with shaking hands, while he undid the harness. She wasn’t even finished when he wrapped his arms around her small form and pulled her beside him, kissed her deeply and stood one last time to remove the rest of the remaining boot and his breeches.
Wendy’s eyes widened. She had repressed the memory how large he was and stared with a dry mouth on his member, shimmering in an angry red.
She met his gaze and felt a wave of lust running through her. She shifted a little bit to make room for him and he fallowed the wordless invitation, sliding over her and straddled her legs with one knee. He could smell her arousal, mingled with her own familiar scent and took in her raging breath and her blazing eyes. “I cannot wait any longer, my beauty!” he murmured, stroked with his good hand down her soft body to its middle and fondled her most sensitive spot. She moaned and arched against his fingers, wet and ready for him. With one swift stroke he entered her, gasping as he found home into her lap, eliciting a low scream of the young girl beneath him.
A slight pain shot through her as his stone-hard member stretched her – her muscles still weren’t used to this kind of invading – but it passed over quickly, replaced by the intense pleasure she had longed for. She wrapped her arms around him and matched his strokes, arched against him, relished in the beginning ecstasy. She wanted to feel more of him and clamped around him, hearing him groaning, before he kissed her, nipping at her lips and bit not too gently in her throat. This only inflamed her more, let her wind her legs around his, while she called his name. She could feel it building, more and more – this heat that balled into a tight knot between her folds and grew to an almost painful level. Helpless she begged him to not let her down now, to end this sweet torture by letting her come.
She met his heated, triumphant gaze, before he suddenly sat up, lifted her legs and pulled them over his shoulders. She cried out as she could feel him deeper than ever before in her; new pain mixed with heightened sensation. He sped up and Wendy was utterly lost, babbling his name and nonsense in one. She couldn’t breath anymore, the world started to skip.
James’ look was fixed on the shiny, slender creature, in which he was buried and which wriggled before him. Her angelic face showed sheer ecstasy, her glassy eyes stared to the ceiling, her slender fingers clawed into his arms, while her legs tighten around his neck, nearly strangled him. Sweat glistened on her pearl-white skin, dampening her wavy hair. Her stammered words turned into loud moans, her silky walls clamped down on him, starting to drive him over the edge.
He couldn’t hold himself any longer and let go of the rest of control. Savagely he took her, forgetting any care, seeking almost desperatly for his release, until he felt the fire consuming him whole. Everything in him tightened before he was overwhelmed by a powerful orgasm, shooting his seed deep into her womb, roaring his final coming pleasure to the whole world, mixed with her screams as she fallowed him.
Wendy thought she would die, as he drove over and over in her again, taking her with a wildness that almost hurt, if it hadn’t felt so good. And then she couldn’t stand it anymore and gave in into the inferno that burnt her. Her orgasm hit her with all its might, washing her away into a dark hot sea of emotions, where she surrendered completely to the man who gave her these pleasures.
She felt his weight on her, heard his raging gasps and wrapped trembling arms around him, letting out a little sob. God, no one could ever describe what she felt when she was with him. It couldn’t be normal to find these sensations with him, or? She felt detached from the whole world, soaring in a warm breeze of fulfillment and peace, while her limbs shivered. Her back and legs ached, but it was a nice aching. She felt the warmth deep in her womb and his soft member, still deeply buried in her. It was right to be still entwined with him – almost as if he belonged there.
Lost in thoughts about nothing she stroked over his back – damp with sweat – drifting between the worlds in a warm ocean of light and stars; her only hold was him. His face lay at her throat, his good hand massaged ever so lightly her shoulder, and his right arm lay relaxed beside him. It lasted long before they returned the slightest bit to reality.
Wendy’s gaze roamed through the part of the cabin she could see. Candles, she hadn’t realized at her arrival, sent golden light to the room and she recognized that the sun had gone down completely, because it was dark outside. Taking a deep breath she pulled James closer to her, relishing in his nearness.
Slowly he lifted his head and looked down on his young lover. He saw her shiny eyes and the drying tears on her still flushed cheeks. “Are you all right?” he asked hoarsely, remembering that he had lost every control. “Have I hurt you?” He almost feared the answer and felt great relief, as she shook her head.
“No”, she whispered, lifting her head as well and buried it in his shoulder. “It was like magic... so beautiful...” Tears glistened in her eyes, overwhelmed by the sweet wild emotions and the sudden tenderness she felt for the man above her.
“You are beautiful!” he murmured, kissing her softly, before he slipped out of her, rolled beside her and took her with him. With a sigh she snuggled closer to him, shoved one leg
trustingly between his’ and laid one arm around his waist. Wordlessly they simply enjoyed the presence of the other and the warm glow of the still lasting aftermath until they drifted off into a soft slumber.

A gentle stroking on her cheek and a deep, warm voice woke her two hours later. Sleepily she looked up straight into his smiling face. He wore his dark-red housecoat and his curls fell down in a mess. “Sweetie, if you wish to take a bath, then it is ready.”
For a moment she had to comprehend what he said, then she sat up excited. “A bath? A real bath with bubbles and soap and warm water and...”
He grinned, touched by her almost childish joy. “Yes, a real bath. So if Milady is ready to leave the bed for a while and to give my modest bathtub the honor with her presence, then she only has to go over there behind the Spain wall and the little luxury, I have to offer, is all hers.”
She laughed. “I thank you so much, Milord. The lady is ready to leave this noble bed, if Milord would be so polite and turned around.”
He stared at her for several seconds, then he laughed as well, using her family-name as a pet-name as he had done at their first meeting. “Darling, don’t tell me that you are too shy to walk like Eve in paradise before my eyes after the last hours!?”
She blushed and pulled the blanket over her exposed breasts. “I am still a lady!”
He laughed harder. “Of course, and I am the sultan of the Ottoman Empire!”
“Where is your turban, great sultan?” she asked teasingly.
He bent down. “Two choices, little witch: a long discussion about your decent way of view or a warm bath.”
Pouting she stood up, which made him grin widely. She held his gaze, while she took one of the blankets and winding it around her, giving him a triumphant look, feeling satisfied by his disappointed countenance. As she strode away he suddenly gripped for the blanket and pulled it away, grinning like mad as she whirled around, her face turning deep red. “James! That really is...”
“Nice!” he cut in and let his gaze travel over her slender body. As she started to cover her breasts with her arms he was at her side with one long step. “No, my beauty. I told you before to be never ashamed of yourself.” Softly he enfolded her arms. “Don’t hide from me”, he whispered. “There is no need for it. Not after what we have shared – and still do.”
She bit her lips. “Please understand me. I... I am not used to being nude in front of someone else and...”
He kissed her tenderly. “I know, my little innocent. And it is all right. After all you are really a little lady.” He stroked her cheek. “But I love to see all of you. You are much more beautiful than even every fairy could ever be.”
She blushed again and lowered her gaze. “James, maybe I am a little bit pretty but there are...”
He took her in his arms. “No! You are more than ‘a little bit pretty’. You are the most glorious creature I ever have laid eyes on and...” He stopped, his cheeks turned pink. “And now I will shut my mouth before I sound completely like a poof.”
Wendy could not help herself but laughed. Warmth ran through her, as she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. “You and a poof? Never!” With that she turned around and wanted to go to the Spanish wall, as his hand landed with a soft smack on her butt. “James!” she outcried, throwing a blazing gaze at him only to see and to hear him laughing.
“Sorry, kitten, but I couldn’t resist.”
Grumbling something about ‘control’, ‘manners’ and ‘men’ she hasted to the Spanish wall, only to stop dead in her tracks. “Modest bathtub?” she squeaked. “Then I don’t want to know what you are calling luxury!”
She heard him chuckle: “I am calling a separate bath-room luxury.”
Wendy shook her head. “But comprehend to a separate room a bathtub made out of marble and partly covered with gold IS pure luxury.” Flabbergasted she looked over the great, almost white bathtub with its golden decoration and the mighty paws as feet.
“It’s only a souvenir from a French ship I once captured.”
Wendy shuddered inwardly. It was easy to forget that her lover was in reality a pirate – a criminal! James Hook could behave like a gentleman and when she looked at his handsome features and his sinister appearance, she was thrilled by it, forgetting his ‘job’ completely. But after all he was someone who despoiled other people and killed his enemies without hesitation. ‘This bathtub surely belonged to a very rich man – who earned his money by slave-driving other ones. And now it stands here and waits for me. And after all it is only a bathtub!’
“I think its former owner didn’t enclosed you in his night-pray”, she called.
Hook laughed again. “I think so!”
Wendy grinned and felt the night’s cool air touching her, coming through the wide-open windows.
Carefully she stepped to the tub and put one foot inside the bubbled water. “The temperature is absolutely perfect!” she burst out and jumped into it with a splash. The warm, well smelling water surrounded her and she sighed deep as she lay back. The fluid warmth relaxed her still tensed muscles and she winced a little bit as the soaped water roamed over her lightly soar folds, then she decided to didn’t mind it. The bubbles tickled her wherever they touched her skin and to feel the calming waves sliding over her was like heaven.
“Good?” came the question from somewhere out of the cabin, sounding almost eager.
“Splendorous!” she answered, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. Had it really been seven days since she took her last real bath in London? It felt like an eternity.
“Take your time, my dear. And when you are done, dinner will be ready.”
That woke her whole spirit. “Dinner?”
“Yes. I am thinking that you are rather hungry.”
She giggled. “I am starving!”
“Of course you do! Evedentally the evening was laboring for you.” That sounded far too satisfied.
“Vain guy!” she whispered, giggling more as she heard him growling:
“For the last time: I am not vain!”
“No, of course not”, she teased. “You are only satisfied with yourself, proud of what you have done to a poor young girl and triumphantly arrogant about your victory to seduce the named young girl – again!”
“Despising the fact that this ‘poor young girl’ is a hell of a wildcat and tore half of the back of the really innocent man in this whole matter.”
“You and an ‘innocent man’?” she gave back, her eyes still closed. “Rather the sun will rise in the west and the Thames flows backwards before you are...” She felt a warm breath on her face and then his lips claimed hers. For a moment she was shocked and her eyes flew open, then she simply gave in and wrapped her arms around him, meeting his warm eyes. “You are very impolite, Sir!” she whispered. “After all you are interrupting a bath of a lady.”
“I am so sorry, Milady, but I thought you would be lonely.” He stood up and gave her a goblet with wine. Hesitantly she took it and nipped on it. It was a white wine and tasted fresh. She took several sips more, before he offered her to stand the goblet at the side. “Thank you!” she said softly and watched as he put the goblet on one brink of the tub. Then he undid the knot of his belt and let the housecoat slide from his shoulder.
Wendy’s eyes went wide. “What...?” she began, but went silent as he started to climb into the bathtub.
“You are allowing?” he asked with false politeness.
Flabbergasted she could only stare at him. In the golden candlelight his lean body was even more breathtaking; his dark curls played around his broad shoulders like the mane of a lion; his smile was far too impertinent while his blue eyes sparkled. Before she could protest he gently tugged at her to make room for himself and slid behind her in the tub. Almost instantly she went rigid.
“Relax, Wendy”, he whispered, pulling her back at his chest and wrapping his arms around her. “There is nothing better than to share a warm bath in such a lovely night as this one.”
For several moments she still remained stiffen, her acquired manners were still strong in her; then she decided that it felt too good to protest and snuggled closer to him. It was a familiarity what almost scared her, but it was in an odd way all right to share this intimacy with him.
For several minutes they remained silent, enjoying the warm water. James reached for the goblet and set it on her lips, let her drink several sips and used the same spot than she to drink as well. It was a gesture that was sweet and tempting in the same time. Blushing a little bit she leaned back and sighed, closing her eyes. To feel his strong arms and legs around her in the middle of this warm water was almost too good.
Suddenly a knock at the door, followed by a “Cap’n? I am bringing the dinner!”
Wendy muffled a scream and tried to duck under, only hindered by James. “It’s all right, Sweetie!” he whispered. “He cannot see us!” Then he lifted his voice. “Thank you, Mr. Smee. Place it on the table. Is everything as I ordered?”
“Of course, Sir!”
“Thank you and good night. I don’t need your service until tomorrow.”
“T’ank you, Sir, and a good night. For you too, Miss Wendy!”
Steps went by and left the cabin. The door was shut and silence returned.
Wendy was crimson red. “What will he think of me now?”
James grinned. “What everyone is thinking on this ship: that you are a beautiful young woman who had managed to distract their captain.”
She groaned and shook her head. Chuckling he leaned back and pulled her with him. “Calm down, honey. We have a little time left before the water cools down.”
“And the dinner?” she asked silently. She could hear the smile in his voice.
“Cannot grow cold, because it isn’t a heated dinner. It’s too late for it now and we both don’t want a heavy stomach, eh?” The ambiguous tone was not to ignore.
“You are impossible!” she mumbled, repressing a giggle.
“Why?” he pretend to be clueless.
“You know exactly what I mean!” she gave back, feeling his lips on her temple.
“No, my sweet. I guess that you have to enlighten me!” He was teasing her, there was no doubt.
Giving into her urge to giggle she answered: “Who could have more knowledge as you, oh great Captain? Shall a little girl like me really dare to ‘enlighten’ you about things, you knowing the best?”
She heard the laughter rumbling in his chest. “I thought I would do you a favor, little saucy!”
Indignant she turned her head and looked up into his grinning face. “What is it with you and all the crazy pet-names you have for me?”
Amused he let his gaze roam over her angelic face, taken by the hidden shine in her now flashing eyes and pouting lips, which tempted him to kiss her again. The feeling of her soft body – laying on his – and the warm waves of the water relaxed him more than anything else. He couldn’t remember when he felt so content like in this moment. It was, as if her presence tamed the raging pirate in him and calmed down the hyperactivity that had drove him sometimes almost mad. The foul taste of bitterness, sorrow and hate was replaced with her sweet scent, so familiar by now. Her way of teasing him showed that she saw in him a normal human being and not the monster he thought of himself. He felt his heart lighten, in which she had managed to wriggle in. It was true, as he had to admit, she really was under his skin and she had found an opening in the thick wall he had built around himself to slip in – directly in his black heart. And he didn’t mind it a bit, even if it sounded odd for him. He felt whole with her and with the world at peace. Even the thought of Pan didn’t disturb him in this very moment.
Gently he lifted his good hand and let his index-finger wandering over her nose, remembering her question. “All these names fit perfectly well!”
“What? Crabbiness, wild- or hellcat, saucy, hoyden, witch, pig-head, vixen and the other nice things you dare to compare me to?”
“Don’t forget sweetie, honey, darling and so on”, he cut in, knowing what her reaction would be. And sure as hell:
“Yes, in connection with the other ones!” She dove her hand down and splashed some water at him. For a moment he looked flabbergasted at her – didn’t there remain the slightest bit of fear in her? – than a very wicked grin skimmed over his face.
“This is exactly such a reason why I call you all these names.” With that he gripped her shoulders and ducked her under. Her yelp was cut and she came up puffing and blowing.
“You… you…!” she began, pressing her lips together as she saw and heard him roaring with laughter. “Not with me, you… You pirate!” She bent forward, gripped one of his legs and pulled with all her might.
The marble was slick from the soaped water and he hadn’t reckoned this kind of attack. A second later he found himself under water, splashing a lot by trying to sit up. Wendy perched on the edge of the tube, holding her belly, shaking with laughter. His long black curls hung into his face like a veil and of what she could see of his face he was totally perplex.
James couldn’t believe what she had done; that she had been able to take him by surprise. He, the mighty captain of the Jolly Roger, even feared by Barbecue… And this slip of a girl had the nerve to duck him in his own tub?
“Wench!” he growled, reaching for her and pulling her back in the tub, despising her not so sincere bridling.
“Let me go!” she laughed and started to giggle hystericaly as he tickled her. “Stop it!” she begged out of breath, trying everything to avoid is merciless fingers. She even splashed him again but it was no use. “Please, please stop it!” she screamed out of breath and did the first thing that came into her mind. She wrapped both arms around his neck and kissed him, shoving her tongue boldly between his lips.
Immanently he stopped his assaults, pleased by her taking the initiative. He pulled her closer to him and returned her kiss, sucking softly at her little tongue, relishing in her sweet taste. His good hand stroked over her back, kneaded her waist and hip down to her thighs. Her little breasts were pressed against his chest, her warm breath stroked over his cheek and she moved slowly against him.
Almost instantly new lust awoke in him. Heat flow to his guts, his length hardened again. Devil and Hell, but he could not get enough from her. His hunger for her wasn’t sated and it seemed that this would never be the case. His fingers slid between her legs and stimulated her most sensitive part. Wendy moaned in his mouth, let one hand stroke down to his chest and started to fondle him again. She ended the kiss and let her head fall into her neck, as one of his fingers entered her, while his thumb pressed softly between her folds, stroking over the little pearl between them, driving her almost mad. She bucked into his hand, bent her head and bit him gentle in the throat, while her hand wandered down more. For a moment shyness returned, then she carefully touched is already stone-hard member.
He almost jumped up, pressing his lids shut and moaned loudly. Intense joy lay on his face, making Wendy’s chest swell with pride. Ever so gentle she stroke over the smooth sensitive skin, blushing a little by the thought of what she was doing, but the ecstasy on his features was enough to let her continue.
He was in heaven. It couldn’t be otherwise. To feel her slender fingers touching him in this way tore him from reality and pulled him into a world of sheer pleasure. He whispered her name, begged her not to stop without recognizing, what he was doing. He felt the rising heat in his guts and the urge to loose control, but an inner voice told him not do so – not yet. She was still too young and innocent and he didn’t want to shock her too much. Even if it felt like a touch of paradise he stopped her softly, kissing her deep as he saw her asking look.
“Did I hurt you?” Her voice was small, letting him smile tenderly.
“No, my sweet”, he murmured huskily. “But I want to be inside of you now.”
She nodded and started to stand up but was held back by him. “Where do you think you’re going?”
Surprised and a little bit uneven she answered: “I thought you want… the bed… I mean…” She turned crimson red and James chuckled, in a voice rough with desire and warmth.
“Come here!” he whispered, pulling her softly to him. “Sit down on me.”
Uncomprehending she obeyed and felt his good hand and mutilated arm around her waists, which guided her. The tip of his swollen member touched her throbbing womanhood and then he let her down on his shaft.
Wendy screamed surprised, feeling him deeper as ever before and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He stretched her more, seemed to reach her very core and she closed her eyes of the sheer sensation that washed over her. Slowly he began to move, urging her gently to match his movements and she understood quickly how she had to move to give him and herself the pleasure, for which they both longed.
The warm water enveloped them, heighten the beginning ecstasy. James grounded into her, looked up salacious to her and bent for, teasing her breasts with kisses and sucking, making her sighing and wild, while her nails dug into his skin.
He felt the heat building, the craving release was so near and then – suddenly – she slowed down, moving unbearable dilatory. He saw the wicked gleam in her eyes, while her slow movements were a sweet torture he couldn’t stand any longer. “Move, girl!” he demanded fiercely, receiving a triumphant smile from his young lover.
“How did your own medicine taste, great Captain?” she whispered huskily.
He growled and gripped her hips, trying to force her to a quicker speed but she nearly stood up, grinning as she saw his building irritation. He pulled her roughly back, turned with her to one side and plunged into her, taking her with a cupidity and a power that took her breath away.
Wendy felt helpless, she was completely in his clutches and could do nothing, except hold onto him and let herself be thrown over the edge, as the pleasure almost drove her insane. She came violently, screaming his name, biting in his shoulders. Her head bumped at the tub wall, but even she didn’t register it. She rode on the waves of her ecstasy and clung to him, almost sobbing in pleasure.
He had followed her only seconds later. As her silken walls clamped down on him and he heard her screams he lost it, thrusting into her savagely and erupted like a volcano. He spent himself several times, unable to take any control over his body until he could calm down, laying his head on the tub wall and pulling her closer to him. Out of breath he closed his eyes, his heart pounded like after a Marathon-run. Heavens, this girl would really be his death some day – not by chanting him to doom, but by giving him a heart-attack because of their intense lovemaking.
“This screams for revenge, little vixen”, he managed to get out after a minute.
She giggled and snuggled firmly to him, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder. “Should I make my testament?”
“It will not be fulfilled!” he answered, a grin tucked at his mouth. He opened his eyes, looked for a moment at the ceiling and then at her. “My own medicine, eh? The next time I will let you invoke me to let you come!”
She sighed and closed her eyes. “Never!”
“Is this a challenge?”
She nodded. “Aye, Captain.”
As he remained silent she opened her eyes again, looking directly into his flaming blue depths. “This, my sweet, is a challenge I will take!”

More than a hour later they sat at the table; that meant, Hook sat at the table and Wendy was on his lap, wearing one of his shirts and smiling tiredly as he offered her a piece of cheese that he shoved her into her mouth.
“Just look”, he teased silently. “Now she even feeds out of my hand.”
“Don’t think that this is over, James Hook!” she grumbled, drinking from his goblet.
He chuckled. “I would have been disappointed, if you would have give in that easily.”
“Easily?” she weakly flared. “I thought I would die!”
He grinned as if she had made a special compliment. “You only fainted, Sweetie, and this wasn’t the first time.”
She dug him lightly, pouting a little bit before she took the next bite of the cheese and bread and a sip of the wine.
He had kept his promise. As they had left the bathtub and were almost dry again, he had tossed her suddenly over his shoulder, had carried her back to the bed and had taken care that she really pleaded him desperately to let her find release. It had cost him an amount of will and strength, because she had been so tempting in this moment, but he had held himself back, teasing and stimulating her mercilessly until she had begged him sobbingly to come to her. She had fainted after it and as she had awoken again and he invited her to the dining-table she had been unable to walk. He had carried her, while she hung bonelessly in his arms and was even poised now to be fed.
She yawned and lay her head on his shoulder, relishing in the peaceful night and his protecting presence. Her look grazed the open windows and she frowned. “Didn’t you fear Peter will fly through them?”
She heard him chuckle. “For that the flying brat had to find the ship first and this will be impossible.”
She blinked surprised. “How…?”
“Didn’t you feel it, kitten?”
“What?”
He grinned. “We are driving. Don’t you feel the different waving of the Jolly Roger?”
“We… we are driving?” she asked, her tiredness suddenly forgotten.
He nodded. “We are circling around the island in a certain distance. It is night and Pan will not be able to see us. And a search in the darkness is useless. He maybe is a pest, but I have to admit that he isn’t an idiot. He knows that he has no chance to find the ship now.”
Wendy examined him and shook her head. “You really think of everything!” “It isn’t out of nothing that I am the captain and the rest is the crew!”
She giggled and cupped his cheek. “And which story should I tell my brothers and the others in the morning? They will not believe that…”
“In the morning you have to tell them nothing, because you will not be on the island”, he stated.
Wendy moistened her lips and lowered her gaze. “James, you know I cannot stay and…”
“Tomorrow you will.”
She cocked her head. “You are sure about it?”
Self-confident he nodded. “Absolutely, because I will offer you something you cannot resist.”
“And this would be?”
He sipped slowly at his wine, letting her wait by full purpose. Wendy grew impatient and dug him again. “What do you want me to offer?”
He chuckled. “Curios?”
“Yes”, she admitted.
“Good!”
He continued to drink his wine and to feed her with cheese, bread and cold lobster. It wasn’t decent to speak with a full mouth, but Wendy didn’t care about it. “What is it?”
He enjoyed her curiosity; that was too clear by now. “Do you mind if I am smoking a cigar?”
“N… No, of course not!”
He bent forward to fetch one of the expensive cigars, but she held him back. “James? Pleeeeaaaase!”
The buccaneer laughed silently and leaned back again, shifting her lightly on his lap so that she was more comfortable.
“What do you think about a day on the high sea, far away from any land, only surrounded from water and skies?”
She stared at him. “You… you mean…?”
He nodded slowly. “I will steal us a day – if you wish it.”
Wendy swallowed. “You ‘steal’ a day? That is not possible.”
James started to laugh arrogantly. “I am a pirate. I can steal everything I wish.” He pulled her closer to him. “Think about it, my beauty. One whole day on the ship, out at the ocean to feel the wind in your hair, to see the endlessness of the horizon and to feel the freedom you only can find at the sea, while the ship sped through the waves. Have you ever seen a ship under full sails?”
She shook her head, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
“There is no mightier and more illustrious view as this. And when you stand on deck and look up to the sails, seeing them billow in the wind, feeling the air flow on your face and hearing the spray undulating at the bug you are free from any mortal chains, which could truss you.” Goose pimples ran over her skin, the mere imagination, that his impressing words awoke in her, let her shudder. She had ever dreamed of being on the sea one day. She had longed for it and now it seemed to come true. Her heartbeat quickened.
“Say ‘yes’”, he whispered. “Sail away with me for one day.”
She bit her lips. She would love to stay one day with him and nevertheless on the ship, but… “Will we return in the evening?”
He nodded. “Of course. There is no other way, as much as I often wish it would be otherwise.”
She saw the sorrow in his eyes and recognized that something must be wrong. “What do you mean by this?”
He laughed without humor. “Even when you don’t see Neverland anymore and you are thinking you are free from it, then sure as hell you wake up the next morning to be exactly there again, from where you started: in Pirates Cove.”
“So you have tried to sail away? Even without fulfillment of your revenge?”
Very slowly he nodded, stroking unconsciously over her arm, that she had loosely laid around his neck. “Sometimes the only thing I wish for is to be free again. Shit on the vendetta against the boy!” He sighed. “But this blasted land will not let me leave.” He took a deep breath and looked at her again. “So the only thing I can offer you, kitten, is one day out at sea. Even if we will sail straight away from Neverland we will be back the next morning.”
Gently she kissed his forehead, feeling compassion with him. He was a man of freedom and was practically a prisoner for an eternity now.
For a moment he closed his eyes, smiling as he felt her tenderness again. “Will you come with me this one day, Wendy?”
She let her gaze roam over his face, shimmering golden by the soft candlelight and nodded. Excitement lay in her eyes and her face flushed with joy. “It would be a great honor and pleasure for me to sail with you”, she whispered.
Relief washed over him, mingled with joy. His eyes lightened up and a genius smile played around his lips. “It will be a pleasure for me, Milady. The ship is all yours – Red-handed Jill.”
She started to laugh. “I have to warn you. Maybe you will regret it to giving your ship to me!”
He grinned. “This I am doubting. Besides, the captain will still be me.”
She beamed at him. “Would you fulfill me a wish?”
He lifted one brow and waited.
“I want to climb to the Crow-nest.”
“The… Crow-nest?” he repeated flabbergasted. The Crow-nest was the highest lookout of the ship, placed on the top of the main-mast. New shipmates were sent up to it to prove their courage and this small girl want to climb OF HER OWN FREE WILL up to it? He couldn’t believe it. “Wendy Darling, you are really full of surprises!”
“I know!” she answered, mimicking his normally arrogant tone.
He chuckled and tickled her the slightest bit. She squeaked shrilly, which made him laugh.
“Can I climb up there?” she repeated, waiting eagerly for his reply.
He hesitated. “We will see. It isn’t without danger.”
“I know, but I will be careful. And by the way: who had defeated the first pirate with twelve isn’t this weak.” Proudly she lifted her head.
James grinned. “You aren’t weak?”
“Never!”
“We will see!” he stood, picked her up and carried her to the bed.
“Hey, I haven’t finished dinner!”
“I am, too, but I have more hunger for the dessert.” His grin was more than ambiguous.
She gasped. “James! I am no food!”
“But you taste delicious” – She blushed furiously – “and you are sweet enough to be swallowed whole.”
“You cannot be aroused again. Not after the last time. This is not possible!” she protested and found herself back on the mattress.
Laughing he let his housecoat fall down, showing her exactly that it was absolutely possible.
“Don’t bridle, my beauty. After all you are in the power of a pirate.” He sank beside her on the bed, cradling her in his arms. “And from there will be no escape”, he whispered before his mouth claimed hers…

TBC…
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