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Not Old, Alone, Or Done For	By : onecelestialbeing Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 9343 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The next few days on the Jolly Roger passed in a similar fashion. Wendy would share her meals with Captain Hook in his cabin, after which he would disappear into the bowels of the ship for the remainder of the day. Always clad in one of his ornate velvet ensembles consisting of breeches and a coordinating waistcoat, a solid ruffled shirt and frock coat, he was a sight to behold. Hook never left his cabin without his weapon sash with the sword always in its holster and Wendy soon became used to the sight of the ominous weapon.

For the most part Wendy kept to herself in the cabin. She still didn't have proper attire and would have felt uncomfortable traipsing about in ill fitting breeches; although she surmised Hook would have been displeased to say the least had she took it upon herself to walk unaccompanied amongst his crew.

Wendy knew that Hook was unable to stay in at her whim solely for her own entertainment, but it still hurt slightly when he would disappear without so much as a by your leave. Trying to fill the void of loneliness, Wendy read the many books in the captain's library, which she did enjoy as he proclaimed. Mr. Smee would check in on the young woman from time to time and make small chat with her, but being Hook's second in hand his time was almost always running short.

On one of those very evenings, Wendy had been reclining in the chaise poring over another novel when she realized that a trip to the head was in order. Hook nor Mr. Smee were around, and she really didn't want to leave the cabin on her own but having no other alternative Wendy decided to take her chances.

The sun had set a few hours ago, yet there wasn't even the excuse of moonlight to brighten her way throughout the ship. Berating herself for not bringing a lantern, Wendy felt her heart jump into her throat when she walked headfirst into the chest of an oversized man.

"I-I'm sorry," she stammered, overwhelmed by the sheer size of the pirate before her. The man had to be nearly seven feet tall, with a bald head and broad build. Holding up a lantern before him cast a glow across menacing looking features causing Wendy to try and turn on her heels but fright kept her firmly plastered into place.

Silently the overgrown man stared at Wendy as he held up the lantern, looking stolidly at her as if waiting for an explanation. When he ceased to speak after a few minutes, Wendy nervously asked him to direct her to the head. Watching as the man turned on his heel, walking away without a word Wendy stood in place wondering what to do next. As if answering the unspoken question, the man stopped in his tracks and turned back towards Wendy, looking at her as if to tell her to follow him.

Understanding the silent instructions, Wendy trailed behind the man until he stopped a few inches away from the head. Thanking him, she made short work of relieving herself and soon slipped back out of the door, realizing that he'd never moved from his place.

Without another word, he then walked ahead of Wendy holding the lantern out. Hadn't the entire situation felt so bizarre, Wendy might have giggled when she looked to her right, seeing the lantern casting shadows on the wood of the ship, her small shadow dwarfed by the much larger one in front of it.

After being led back to Hook's cabin, Wendy thanked the strange man whom barely acknowledged her either way of the short trip. 'Like captain, like crew,' she thought to herself setting back on the chaise to resume her reading.

There was a stir amongst the crew on the Jolly Roger when the ship finally made port. Wendy was able to hear the raucous laughter of the men outside of Hook's cabin and found that she also was eager to look at something besides the open sea.

A fleeting thought suddenly curbed her enthusiasm when she realized that she still had neither clothes nor shoes to wear. After expressing this to the captain, Hook walked over to Wendy and half circled her waist with his good hand. Scribbling something down on a piece of parchment, the captain then went to his door and bellowed out Mr. Smee's name.

"Take this and come back with something suitable for Ms. Darling," he told the bosun who'd come running.

Wendy remained in place, agog at the brief contact between her and the captain. He'd still done little more than offer a brief greeting to her and now he'd sat back down at his desk and was busy with a quill, making notes on another parchment.

Realizing that today was no different than the previous, Wendy perched her body on the sill of the window, peering out of it as she waited for the bosun to return.

After what felt like an eternity, Mr. Smee finally returned to the cabin his arms laden with more than a few parcels. "Go on," the captain said to Wendy, waving her behind the screen to try on her new clothes.

Slightly ruffled by his brief orders as if she was a member of the crew, Wendy knew it would be futile to argue. Dragging the many packages behind the silk changing screen, she opened them revealing a delicate sea foam green dress that cinched in at the waist and exposed her shoulders and collarbone. There was also a petticoat, camisole and soft leather slippers to complete the ensemble.

Grateful that there was no corset to contend with, Wendy sighed with relief at being properly dressed. Stepping out from behind the screen, she noticed that the captain was still at his desk, head bowed over another piece of parchment. When he didn't look up, Wendy crossed the room and sat down upon the chaise.

It felt strange to have shoes on her feet after going barefoot for so long, and Wendy become so focused on her slippers that she didn't realize Hook had gotten up from his desk and was now standing over her.

"Ms. Darling," he said, holding out his left hand.

Shocked at the sudden gallantry, Wendy held onto the offered hand and stood up. The captain placed a kiss upon hers and appraisingly grazed upon her figure. "It suits you well," Hook continued.

Clad in his velvet burgundy and gold outfit, the captain picked up the coordinating hat and set it upon his head. He then picked up the scrolls upon his desk and offering Wendy his arm, led her out of the cabin and off the ship.

It was disconcerting to be standing upon land after spending a length of time on the ship. Apparently the town they were in was not a foreign place to Captain Hook as many people walking past him and the beauty at his side nodded their head in reverence or make a hasty departure in fear.

Wendy's innocent eyes didn't notice it, and she also missed the many lascivious glances that some bolder women cast the handsome pirate captain, their eyes cooler towards the young girl on his arm. Despite the few pithy replies that came from Hook in the past few days, Wendy would have been fooling herself to say that she didn't find him devastatingly attractive as well. The large burgundy and gold hat sat jauntily upon black curls, the plumage hanging perfectly just so. His silk jacquard coat hung open revealing the matching waistcoat and breeches which he wore like a second skin; his favorite sword at his side.

The captain's blue eyes seemed to shine a bit more in the sunlight, the rays beaming upon his perfectly groomed mustache and beard. As always he'd worn his favorite rings and earring.

Despite her new and luxurious green silk gown, Wendy felt rather plain walking next to Captain Hook. Furtively taking in the grand pirate captain in his splendor, she also felt proud to be on his arm along with another sensation that she was unable to put her finger on.

As they made their way down the streets, Wendy took in the sights of the small shops and merchants with their carts proudly displaying their wares. A babble of many different languages tickled her ear, some she understood and others that she'd never heard. The scent of roasted meat, pies and raw cotton filled the air.

Frowning slightly as they passed a tavern, Wendy's eyes widened when she saw a dirty man in torn breeches in front, passed out yet clutching onto what looked like a bottle of rum.

"Here we are," Hook said, interrupting her thoughts as they stopped in front of shop, many bolts of fabric in the window.

After the captain went to discuss business with the shop owner, a stout no nonsense woman, Wendy looked around at the many buttons, laces and trimmings hanging about.

"Come here child," she suddenly heard the woman say.

Doing as she was bid, the woman pushed Wendy's arms out to her side and taking out a measuring tape, wrapped it round her waist, bust and hips. After scribbling down her measurements, the woman promised to have the captain's order ready by the next day.

"How is she going to make a dress in one day?" Wendy asked after they'd left the tailor's shop.

"What do you mean a dress?" Hook asked. "Certainly you'll need more than one. Besides if you have enough gold you can purchase anything you wish no matter the timeframe."

Falling back into step with the captain, they walked a few more paces until they came across another cluster of shops. "Here," he told Wendy, taking out a small purse and handing it to her. "Go look around but stay close, I'll be in here," he told here using his hook to point out what look like a place to purchase dry goods.

Nodding, Wendy peeked in through the glass fronts of each shop until she came across one that captured her interest.

Wendy busied herself with smelling different vials of perfumed oil until the shopkeeper, a flashy older woman wearing a low cut dress yet friendly smile approached her. "Lookin' for somethin' in particular darlin'?"

"Well…" Wendy trailed off.

"I have just the thing love, step this way," the lady continued. "A pretty young thing like you, you don't want that stuff over there. Usually the tarts go for those stronger scents. Now come smell this," she offered, holding out the top of another vial for Wendy to smell.

Nearly swooning at the delicate floral, sweet scent a small smile came to Wendy's face. "Ah, see? Listen to ole Miss Grace, she won't steer you wrong!" the raucous woman continued as took the glass stopper and dabbed a little of the oil behind Wendy's ears and on her wrists. "Anything else you need? Jeweled hair combs? Rouge for those pale cheeks of yours? You need a little color in that face honey; you'll snag a fella in no time!"

Blushing at the woman's bawdy joke, Wendy remembered that she would need a hair comb. "And some hair oil or dressing or the sort," she'd added thinking of Hook's matted and tangled curls.

After politely bidding good day to the lately, whom became even more genial when she saw the large amount of currency in the young woman's purse, Wendy clutched her package to her chest and peered out of the store looking for her escort.

Not long after did she see the ostentatious red and gold jacket of Hook walking towards her. "Is everything in order?" he asked, offering his arm.

"Yes, thank you," she answered, handing back the purse. Wanting to smell the heavenly scented perfume she'd just purchased, Wendy brought up her right wrist to her nose.

"What's that?" Hook asked curiously. Pausing to let the captain smell the oil Miss Grace dabbed upon her skin, Wendy held her wrist out and watched as he lowered his face.

Wendy thought that she saw his eyes close momentarily, but after a second he straightened back up. "What a keen olfactory you have," he told her.

Unsure at how to take his words, Wendy stayed silent as they made their way back through the town and to the ship.

Later that evening, Wendy was surprised when Mr. Smee knocked on the door of the captain's cabin with more packages for her. She was sure that they weren't any of the dresses that had been ordered as it would have been near impossible to have that many completed in such a short period of time. Tearing the wrapping paper open, she found half a dozen fine sleeping gowns and a warm looking robe.

It was obvious that Hook had spared no expense when it came to choosing Wendy's garments. After thanking the captain who'd responded with a terse "You're welcome," Wendy busied herself with neatly folding everything and placing them on the shelf that Hook had given her in a trunk amongst his own things.

Visions of a hot bath and changing into a fresh gown danced about in Wendy's head. After Smee brought in their dinner, Hook ordered to have the tub filled for her.

"I-I don't mind if you stay," Wendy shyly told the captain as he placed one hand on the doorknob, about to walk out.

"No cherie, take your time and enjoy," Hook told her before slipping out of the room.

Feeling a slight twinge of guilt at the crestfallen look on Wendy's face as he closed the door, Hook told himself it was more for her benefit than his. It wasn't the young woman's fault that she was ignorant to the fact that she was incredibly alluring to him and every other man that cast eyes upon her. Hook didn't miss the lecherous bastards whom openly gazed at her in the marketplace earlier, willing to guarantee that not one of them had honorable intentions.

Although the captain himself found that he was unable to keep his improper thoughts at bay. The temptation of being in the same room with her in the bathtub as slippery water ran over her naked skin was too great. He knew that he'd drag her out of the tub and rush her to his bed, with every intention of carrying out what he'd first envisioned when his men pulled her unconscious water logged form onto his ship.

It pained him to admit it, but Hook had grown used to Wendy's presence and the last thing he wanted to do was scare her off. Without realizing it, the idea of using her as leverage against Pan had somehow been abandoned. No, he had plans for Ms. Darling, plans that involved her slim legs wrapped around his body as she writhed in pleasure beneath him.

After soaking in a sweetly scented bath thanks to the new oils she'd purchased, Wendy sat on the edge of the captain's bed, using her new comb to smooth out her clean, damp curls. Dressed in a one of the silk nightgowns, she'd also dabbed on a bit of the perfumed oil on her wrists, catching a whiff of it each time she ran the comb through her hair.

She'd finished with her bath half hour ago and Hook still hadn't returned to his cabin.

Wendy decided that she'd had enough. Somehow she had to muster up the courage to make him tell her how she'd wronged him. When she'd first arrived Wendy was subject to Hook admonishing her or turning on his charms until her cheeks deepened to a dusty rose. Now the only thing that had remained constant was his yelling at the crew for even the slightest oversights, much of which Wendy managed to overhear as she sat at the windows in his cabin.

Despite each contradictory theory that muddled her brain, Wendy was still unaware as to how to broach her question. Later that night even if she did find a way to bring up the topic, it wouldn't have mattered as Wendy had drifted off to sleep long before Hook returned to his room.

With a rather dour look on his face Hook slowly opened the door, his nose assaulted by the delicate scent of flowers and another aroma that was all Wendy. Before returning to his room he'd felt rather charitable and shared a few drinks with the crew hoping to take the edge off his nerves.

Many of the men had drank themselves into a stupor, but ever holding onto his standards of good breeding the captain drank until a warm glow covered him, and thus walked back to his cabin without straying once from steady steps.

Looking at the sleeping form splayed about on the red embroidered coverlet was nothing short of agony for the man. The gown that Hook had picked out for Wendy fitted her nubile form perfectly. She'd fallen asleep on top of the bed, the silky material of her dressing gown having ridden up and going slack around her thighs.

Despite his state of inebriation, Hook was able to resist the urge to reach out and caress those silken thighs. Hastily turning away from the bed he shucked his boots off and kicked them underneath his desk. The captain then stripped down completely, harness and all, wondering for a second what Wendy would do if she woke up and found him next to her in the buff.

'Serve no wine before its time,' he thought, going against the idea. After yanking on a pair of loose fitting black silk breeches, Hook lay face down on his bed, trying to ignore the warm, divine smelling body next to him.

Wendy stirred out of her sleep rather abruptly. Hearing a slight snoring to her right she realized that the captain had finally returned to his room, evidently during her throes of deep slumber. Growing restless as she thought back to her and Captain Hook sitting together on the piano bench, and the "thimble" he'd given her, Wendy realized that she was unable to fall back asleep.

Slowly pushing herself up on all fours, Wendy eased her body over Hook's, scared to breathe when she felt her dressing gown brush against his bare back. His skin threw off a vicious heat, one that she was able to feel through the thin silk of her gown.

Once she safely crawled off the bed without waking up the captain, Wendy softly crept her way to the window and sat down on the sill. The moon cast a milky light into the cabin, a slight breeze ever so often blowing in through the window and up Wendy's bare still arms, causing them to break out into gooseflesh.

Irritation ceased to leave her. Wendy still had a niggling sensation that Hook had been purposely ignoring her, as he'd slithered in way back into the room only after being sure she was asleep. Of course, now that he was a mere few feet away from her, she wondered if she could really be so bold as to ask what his problem was.

Sighing, Wendy curled up in the corner of the windowsill and rested her forehead against her knees.

"Are you trying to catch your death?" the quiet voice came, causing Wendy to nearly jump out of her skin.

"Oh, are you speaking to me now?" she snapped. Looking up she saw the captain standing before her, the dim light illuminating his ruffled black curls that brushed over his bare shoulders.

"What gave you the impression otherwise?" he countered moving closer to her place in the window.

"I thought you said you weren't mad at me," Wendy continued still annoyed yet her voice cracking slightly.

"Did I tell you I was?" Hook continued, crossing his muscular arms across his chest.

Wendy wasn't obtuse in the least, and felt as if she was the victim of some twisted jest. "Well if you aren't you have a fine way of showing it!" she continued, unfolding her limbs so hastily that she nearly tumbled out from the small niche. "Let go of me," Wendy petulantly told the captain as his left hand shot out to steady her.

"No," came the smooth reply, the captain raising one eyebrow as he took in the infuriated look on Wendy's face.

"Dammit, you let go of me right now!" she snapped, trying to wrench out of his grasp.

"Such words for a lady," Hook taunted, sliding both arms around Wendy's waist and pulling her against him, trapping both of her arms against his chest. Her next outcry was then muffled as Wendy felt the captain's mouth firmly come down against hers. Protesting slightly, Wendy was shocked to realize that she didn't want to stop and returned the kiss with fervor.

Her breathless little sighs filled the cabin, nearly swooning when she felt her fingertips brush against the slight mat of hair covering Hook's chest.

"Call me by my name," he huskily said, moving his lips to a sensitive place on Wendy's neck that she didn't even know existed.

"Captain," Wendy murmured, her knees growing weak as his lips and teeth teased against the delicate spot.

"No, my name," he countered more aggressively.

"James!" she cried out between a moan and a scream as his tongue flicked out against her damp flesh.

Growing helpless against his ministrations, Wendy made no further moves to protest when she was suddenly hoisted up, both legs wrapped around James' waist as he hurried them across the room. Desperate to set the girl down on the closest object, Wendy felt what she realized was his desk pressing against the back of her thighs. Wendy moaned as his lips met hers again, all the while feeling James' left hand creeping towards her front.

Singled handedly James unfastened the few pearl buttons at the front of Wendy's sleeping gown, exposing a sliver of skin between her breasts. Feeling heat course throughout her body from head to toe, Wendy let out an insuppressible moan when James' lips pressed upon that small patch of skin. Biting down on her lip to keep from screaming, Wendy's small fingers dug into his firm shoulders.

James suddenly pulled back slightly from her grasp, his head mere inches from Wendy's as his blue eyes glinted lustfully in the dark. "Wendy…darling, do you want me to let you go now?" he asked lasciviously as his right arm tightened around her waist.

"Don't you dare!" came the breathless answer, slim fingers still digging into his flesh.

Laughing throatily, James brought his left hand back up between their bodies, his fingers brushing against Wendy's silk covered breasts. Crying out at the sensation, the young woman arched her body against the warm, prodding hand.

Groaning with impatience, James yanked his hand down. With his right arm still around Wendy's waist, he used his good hand to fumble with the items on the desk, the sound of a quill, goblet and other things being knocked over as he impatiently sought out what he was looking for.

Yelping slightly when she felt the smooth side of James' metal claw at the collar of her gown, she opened her mouth to protest slightly.

"For the love of all that's holy, I'll get you another one," James told her as he hastily dragged the metal through the material, stopping just below her navel. "I have a resolute and most… unyielding need to touch you without anything in the way."

Shivering slightly as the ripped material fell from her upper body, the cool air brushed against Wendy's skin causing gooseflesh to now cover every inch of her.

Despite the fact that there was nary a candle lit in the cabin, the moonlight served well enough for Wendy to not miss the carnal look in James' eyes. Wendy's heart fluttered like a hummingbird's wings, her breathing becoming ragged.

Before her mind was able to register what was happening next, Wendy found herself back in James' arms as he scooped her off the desk, tattered gown and all, and lay her across his bed. Resting on both forearms, James straddled Wendy's partially exposed thighs and hovered over her. His wild black curls brushed sensually against her exposed upper body and he bent towards her and pressed his open mouth against Wendy's, languidly sliding his tongue against hers.

Straining and trembling slightly, Wendy brought both arms up to James' naked back, desperately pulling and clutching at him until his bare chest was flush against hers. Moaning into his mouth, James felt one slim hand works its way into his tangled curls as if silently urging him on.

"Oh James, don't stop," Wendy moaned breathlessly, writhing uncontrollably beneath him. She couldn't help but to wonder where this bold and seemingly wanton woman had been lurking, and despite the niggling nervousness Wendy would have screamed had James' halted his caresses.

Hearing him laugh huskily, James gently nipped Wendy's earlobe between his teeth. "So you don't want me to stop?" he teased, pressing his body ever so lightly into hers.

Her head pressed into the mattress, Wendy emphatically shook her head no whilst entwining both legs around James' as if to emphasize her point.

"And what will you give me in return if I continue?" James continued, sliding his body down further and pressing a kiss just above Wendy's left breast.

"I don't know…anything…whatever you want," she answered desperately, winding her arms around his neck trying to keep him in place.

"Anything?" James countered as he shifted his weight to the side of Wendy, his good hand now tracing down the center of her trembling body.

"Yes!" she cried plaintively, her need so urgent it was beginning to grow painful.

James hand slid down low, past her navel, down her thighs until his fingers stopped at the hem of the nightgown.

Too afraid to breathe thinking that James would stop, Wendy gasped when she felt his fingers slowly push the material up until it met the apex of her thighs. "Now my beauty, let's see what lengths you'd really go to for this," came his salacious words.

Deeming it too far gone to worry about propriety, Wendy's thighs fell parted at the slightest push from James' hand. Gasping as his fingers traced up her inner thigh, Wendy moaned when she felt his entire hand cup the warmed flesh. The girl then nearly arched her back off the bed in disappointment when James suddenly withdrew his hand.

"Patience, darling," James coaxed now cupping Wendy's face before covering her mouth with his own. His lips muffled her cry of frustration, a delicious yet unsatisfied throbbing sensation ebbing between her thighs.

"Please," she moaned against his lips, James' beard and mustache brushing against her face even driving her to the brink of madness.

Acquiescing to the sweet request, James' left hand made its way back to Wendy's quivering parted thighs. Just as before he took his time stroking the satiny skin, sometimes using just his fingertips and alternatively palming the soft mound of flesh.

"Make it stop," Wendy cried piteously, writhing about on the bed not understanding the furious throbbing inside of her that seemed to materialize out of nowhere.

"Soon enough," James told her as Wendy moaned his name like a litany as his hand delved even further until the soft curls covering her womanhood brushed against his knuckles causing a low scream to erupt from her being…
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