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A Twist in the Tale	By : Ira Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 6619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: A Twist in the Tale
Author: Ira
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Peter Pan
Pairing: Hook/Tink
Disclaimer: So not mine. I have no idea who owns the characters and plot lines of Peter Pan – but it surely isn’t me!

Hook and Tink sat watching Wendy and Peter Pan dance in the silvery moonlight. It was a disaster, and something would have to be done. But what?

Hook regarded Tinker Bell thoughtfully for a moment. Slowly a sly look spread across his face, “I think you and I…should talk” he said his eyes flashing.

“Oh.” Squeaked Tink suitably surprised at Hooks tone.

“Well, here we are, both alone, both looking for…an adventure shall we say” said Hook, his tone playful, yet still holding an edge of danger.

“Just a shame you’re not a little bigger” he continued seizing her in his hand. “Then we could really have some fun!” He leered at Tink as she wriggled furiously in his grasp, squeaking furiously at him and shooting him hateful looks.

“Really!” exclaimed Hook mockingly, “that’s no language for a fairy!”

He tipped his head back and the sound of his laugh was deep and resonant and full of sheer wickedness.

Taking advantage of the moment, Tink managed to wriggle an arm free, and throwing a handful of her fairy dust into the air she closed her eyes tightly and wished her spell.

Hooks grin froze as he stared at Tink. For she was no longer caught in his fist. Now, his hand was simply touching the rounded hip of a full sized Tink.

Drawing a breath he surveyed her carefully. Tink had character if not beauty, and she certainly had curves in all the right places.

“Full of surprises.” Muttered Hook and he felt himself begin to harden at the thought of the fun they could have together.

Little prepared therefore was he for the almighty slap that Tink then administered.

Shocked though he was, Hook was still quicker than she, and before she could turn to flee he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her to him.

His hook curled in her hair, catching a lock and pulling her face close to his. “That, was not a good idea my little fairy.” He growled dangerously, his breath caressing her cheek as he spoke.

Tink stared back silently at him, her body stiff in his arms but making no attempt to escape.

“You shall be punished for that.” Continued Hook, releasing his hold on her hair and slowly dragging the flat edge of his hook down her face until it reached and nestled against her throat.

Tinks flushed at the sensations Hook was causing in the pit of her stomach. Her lips parted slightly and her breath became shallow at the thought of his promised punishment.

“You are…wicked Hook” she murmured, her voice as light and breathless as to make his need for her more urgent.

“Yes Tink” he said pressing his body against hers, “I am.”

“But then, I rather think you like that.” he smirked as his lips touched hers.

As fast as he did though he withdrew and looked sharply towards the clearing. Something was happening between Pan and his new mate. They were no longer dancing and indeed appeared to be having a disagreement of sorts.

Hook twisted his head round to face Tink again.

“Help me Tink!” he said urgently.

Tink paused only for a second before nodding slowly, her eyes never leaving his. Then with a giggle she threw more sparkly dust over herself and shrinking to her normal size flew off after Wendy.

Hook grinned an evil sort of grin. For now, he’d have double the fun – revenge on Pan, and a little extra fun along the way with Tink!

And so it was that later that day, when Wendy was delivered and held captive in a room aboard Hooks ship, Tink flew to the Captains quarters.

Slipping through the keyhole she peered into the dim interior of the cabin. It seemed the excitement had all been too much for Hook as he’d taken to his bed. Tink stifled a giggle – well, he was quite an old man she supposed – although he certainly seemed to be wearing well from what she had seen up to now. Quickly and quietly she charmed herself full size again, and stood for a long moment looking around her.

As Tink’s eyes adjusted she could pick out more detail in her surroundings. Hooks hat was draped over the bed end, the feathers sticking up ludicrously and blowing slightly in a draught. The same draught also curved the flames of the candles scattered around, and Tink could smell hot wax as it dripped onto polished wood.

A soft rustling sound turned her attention back to the bed. Hook was laid on his back, the covers half way down his body. Tink could see a muscled torso that was covered with a healthy spattering of dark hair.
Tink held her breath and stepped closer to the bed. Hook appeared to be sleeping, his eyes were closed and his breathing deep and regular. Emboldened by her building desire Tink moved closer to the bed. She was close enough now to touch him, but although her hand drifted over his face she only touched air, her fingers millimetres from his skin. His hair lay messily across the pillow, a stray lock curling across his brow. Her fingers gently pushed it away and he stirred slightly at her touch.

Tink pulled back her hand slightly as Hook sighed and slowly opened his eyes. Suddenly she realised he hadn’t been sleeping; he’d known she was there all along.

Casting her gaze down his body she noticed that where the covers had been before, they were now absent. Tink couldn’t tear her eyes from his body, or more precisely from the huge erection that Hook was languidly stroking with his hand.

“Quite the voyeur aren’t we?” he intoned, his hand continuing it’s lazy ministration.

Tink blushed furiously, her feet apparently rooted to the spot.

Hook smiled his snake like smile, warning her at least of his good for nothing intentions. Tink made to move, but she wasn’t quick enough, perhaps her lust was slowing her. Whatever it was she found herself being pulled on top of him. His hand had moved from his erection to her waist, as his hook had found itself an anchor in her clothing.

Falling atop him, it was all Tink could do to steady herself from the force of her upheaval. Hook was strong, stronger than she had given him prior credit for.

Tink pushed herself up onto her hands with a grunt and tried to get off him. His grip on her was firm though and as she struggled all she achieved was to rip her tunic further, exposing her flesh to the cool air.

Hook laughed shortly as a string of expletives left her mouth and she writhed futilely above him. Her anger made her strong too though, and more than once he nearly lost his grip on her as she squirmed and tried to wrestle herself from his grip.

Despite the fact that Tink’s movements were very…enticing, Hook soon decided that he’d had enough playing around. In one quick movement he swung Tink’s light frame beneath him and held her captive beneath him with his body weight. Her legs managed to wrap themselves around his waist as she tried to force him off her.

“Enough!” he hissed and pulled her arms harshly up above her head. Twisting one wrist over another he secured them with his hook, his arm crossing her shoulder and pinning her to the bed.

He grinned ferally before dropping his head. Their mouths met and this time there was no release. His lips crushed hers, and she felt his mouth curl into a smile briefly as she responded.

Angered by his arrogance, Tink twisted her face from his. Hook leaned up a little and frowned at her. Seeing her eyes flashing with anger and lust he grinned again, this time raising his eyebrows in a teasing manner.

Tink muttered something incomprehensible before lifting her head and kissing Hook on the mouth. Lips parted and tongues duelled as their bodies ground against each other. Hooks hand worked to loosen and free Tink of her scant clothing. He had to let go of her wrists to do this, and as he did Tink took her opportunity. Raising a leg she took the opportunity to off balance him, and before he could react managed to scramble on top of him.

Hook smirked as he realised her intentions, and made no move to stop her.

Straddling him now, Tink slowly removed the remaining shreds of material that were her clothes. The combination of cool air and her arousal made her nipples erect, and the chill on her body made it feel as though her skin were on fire.

Hook watched her through narrowed eyes. He saw her small breasts bob slightly as she moved her nipples pink and hard. She was getting cold; he could see the goose bumps forming on her thigh. He didn’t act though, he liked the way she shivered and wondered whether it was just the cold or if she was but a little afraid too.

Their eyes met, and her defiant look told him that she was indeed nervous. Hook was not a nice man; he was cruel and selfish by his very nature. He was also not stupid and very horny, and he did not intend to ruin his first chance in a long time of carnal pleasure.

So, he didn’t smile or speak, he just touched her thigh lightly. Left his hand there and moved his fingers slightly. Stroking, reassuring, coaxing. Until at last he felt Tink shift above him slightly, felt the touch of the softness between her legs against the hardness between his. Then slowly, his eyes never leaving hers he lifted his hook to her body.

As the cool steel came into contact with her skin he saw Tink tense. He heard her slight intake of breath and knew that she held it still as he slowly began to trail a path across and down her body.

Lightly, ever so lightly the hook travelled across soft, pale skin. Tink shivered again and the metal pressed momentarily into the flesh above her breast. His good hand now moved on her thigh, fingers lightly stroking as they moved upwards towards her hip. Stopping then Hook lightly grasped her hip, first gently pushing her down against his hardness, and then up again.

Tink let out a tiny cry of pleasure at the feel of him against her.

“It’s been a long time Tink” Hook said quietly, his voice rough with desire as his hand slid between them.

Tink gasped as his fingers came into contact with her body. She held her breath as he parted her lips and shuddered as he swept her own wetness across her clit. Another intake of breath as first one finger and then two slid into her, gently probing and pushing and making her want more.

Tink blushed as he regarded her, but her embarrassment was soon given up to pleasure and need as his fingers quickened. Then suddenly his fingers were gone and she was left empty and needy. His look was as hard as the part of him that nudged her now, and Tink felt no desire to oppose his wishes. She wanted him as much as he did her.

Rising slightly she reaching down to guide him into her, but her eyes didn’t move from his and she caught the glint in his eyes and shivered again.

She frowned a little as he entered her, the pain of being stretched to her limit only made bearable by her extreme arousal.

Hook watched as she slowly slid down on him, his frustration at her slowness was negated by the exquisiteness of her tightness, so for now at least he let her remain in control.

Soon he was deep inside her, and she stilled for a moment as her body accustomed itself to him. Then slowly she began to move. At first she just pushed further down on top of him, feeling his course pubic hair against her delicate flesh as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of her. Hook let out a low growl and thrust up slightly making her wince in surprise. She began to move on top of him, pushing upwards and forwards slightly, and then pressing herself back down upon him. Building up a rhythm Tink let her hands wander across Hooks body. She slid her fingers across taught stomach muscles up to his chest to lightly circle his nipples before dragging her finger tips across to his shoulders where she then rested her hands for a while.

Now that Tink was closer Hook took the opportunity to explore her body more closely too. As a large calloused hand took one small breast his hook travelled around her back and lightly rubbed against her bottom. Then pulling her closer still he guided her breast to his mouth and teased it with his tongue and his teeth until she cried out.

Tink’s rhythm became irregular and Hook knew her legs were tiring. Glad enough anyway for an opportunity to achieve a more dominant position he held her close to him as he switched their positions.

Tink giggled as Hook nuzzled her neck, planting kisses over the soft skin there and then dipping his head to briefly take one nipple and then the other into his mouth and suck for a moment.

Her smile turned to an expression of ecstasy as he began to thrust inside her though. Resting on an elbow his good hand gripped her hip as he surged against her, his movements quick and harsh now. Every hit against her cervix bought Tink closer to the edge and when Hook moved his hand between them she thought she would die. She didn’t of course, merely saw her vision cloud and distort as the intensity threatened to overtake her.

Desperately thrusting back against him Tink threw her head back and her chest out. Slamming against him she cried out in abandon as her orgasm took her.

Squealing she raised her body to his, grasping him in her arms and encircling her legs around him. It was all she could do now, and as she pulsated around him she felt him peak too.

Wave after wave or pleasure so intense surrounded them, and as Hook moaned his end Tink felt a single tear escape from her eye.

And there, as is the nature of stories such as this it was over.

Tink lay panting beside Hook, their bodies barely touching now. She turned her head to look at him and found him staring at the ceiling an odd smile playing at his lips. She frowned and opened her mouth to speak.

“Let’s sleep now” he said before she could utter a word and turning to face her he grinned as he pulled the covers over them, “You’ll need all your strength tomorrow.” And with that he turned away from her. Tink wasn’t sure who fell asleep first; although she later suspected that despite his stillness and even breathing it had been her.
As usual she dreamt of swords, and ships and pirates, but this night the dreams were quite different.

And as you’ll know by now – this fairy tale is quite different too.
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