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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Peter_Pan_(2003), Peter_Pan_&_Related_Fandoms
  Relationship:
      Wendy_Darling/Captain_Hook
  Character:
      Wendy_Darling, Captain_Hook
  Additional Tags:
      Captive/Captor, Kidnapping, Underwear, Jason_Isaacs_is_the_sexiest_Hook,
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-13 Words: 1752
****** Captive for a Night ******
by Silbane
Summary
     Captain Hook kidnaps Wendy and interrogates her regarding her
     relationship with Peter Pan, but an odd piece of clothing draws
     Hook's attention away from his goals.
     Hardly follows the story, mostly nonsensical, read only if you want a
     quick dose of Captain Hook with a Wendy Darling that is just old
     enough to make this not creepy.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
"He came to you in the night and stole you away from your home?"
The young woman watched out of the corner of her eyes as her second kidnapper
that night rounded the chair she was tied to. "Correct."
"Then he brought you to his realm and... took you on an adventure, more or
less?"
"Yes." He stood in front of her once more, his hands--one hand and one
intimidating hook, rather--behind his back. She avoided his gaze with her chin
tilted up defiantly.
She could sense the grin breaking out across his lips and had the odd thought
that she wanted to see it. "And he even introduced you to his little band of
runaways, and you regailed them with stories."
It wasn't a question, but she knew he would expect an answer. She cast a quick
glance at his lips. "Evidently."
He arched a brow but his grin remained. "I see." He began to circle her once
more. "It seems you have our Peter quite ensnared."
She rolled her eyes. "Nonsense."
"Why do you think he did those things then, Miss..." Behind her, he'd leaned a
hand on the back of her chair and she could feel his long hair brushing her
shoulder.
The young woman attempted to stifle a shiver. "Darling."
"Darling?" He whispered.
"Yes, Wendy Darling. And you are Captain James Hook?"
He chuckled quietly and pulled back. "I am. Why do you think he did those
things, Miss Darling?"
"Perhaps he was bored."
"With his entourage always at his beck and call? Not likely."
"Do you plan to use me then? To trap him using me as bait?"
"Smart little girl."
Her eyes narrowed at him as he was once again in front of her.
"My apologies, young woman."
She took a deep breath. "And what makes you think I'll assist you?"
Distaste crossed his features. "Awfully entitled thing, aren't you?"
"I just want to be done with this. I want to go back to the real world."
The pirate smiled. "I assure you, myDarling," he leaned forward again to run
his cold hook along her cheek, "this world is very real indeed. As are the
murders that Peter Pan has committed."
"Murders?" She asked in disbelief, his face so close to hers.
"Dozens of them, at least," he said, flippantly.
"You're toying with me."
He straightened. "I'm afraid not. Tell me, did you encounter any men in his
care?"
"Men? Of course not. They're all young boys, children."
"And what do you think happens when his Lost Boys turn into men?"
"Move on with their lives, I don't know. I certainly don't believe he kills
them."
"And what is your proof of that, hmm?"
She scoffed. "The whole idea is preposterous. You think I'm a fool."
"Ask my crew."
"Ask them what?"
"How they became pirates. They're rescues, my dear."
"Liar."
"I will arrange for it tonight. You can ask them yourself after you've eaten."
"They'll lie for you."
"But how can you ever be certain?" He countered mockingly as he bent down and
undid her ankle restraints, "Now please, acquiesce my hospitality and behave
yourself until it is time to eat." He crossed to the back of her chair and cut
the cloth around her wrists. Still silent in thought, Wendy reached down to rub
the rope burn on her ankles.
"What are those... straps?" His tone was confused.
She sat up a bit to look back at him. "What straps?"
"On your back..." His eyes widened, "Do you have a weapon?!" He lunged forward,
threatening the flesh of her hip with his hook to hold her in place, and the
other grasping the two thin strips of material poking out from just above her
skirt. He pulled up the back of her blouse slightly to see if the straps
continued upward, but was even more confused to see them round the front of her
hips.
Her face flushed red, "They're not--Those aren't straps. And I don't have a
weapon!" She turned away from him to hide the shameful blush on her cheeks.
"It's my underwear. ... My... coverings."
She felt his hands release her instantly, "Oh!" He recoiled for a moment with
his own embarrassment, but it turned to intrigue as his hand found its way back
to her underwear to examine it. "Is that so?" A twisted smirk crept onto his
face.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" Her eyes flashed at him when she turned
to see him once more.
"I've never seen this style of... underwear before." He toyed with the thin
fabric that could be so easily torn to shreds by his hook. He'd viewed her as
only a tool so far in their discussion, but it had been a long time since he'd
held a captive of the female sex, and he was so lonely. His eyes sparkled at
her bare skin. "Tell me something, my Darling."
She swallowed, her heartbeat quick.
"You seem a bit old for our young Peter's taste."
"Was that a question?"
His dark, striking eyes met with hers. "It was implied."
Sensing what he was getting after, she held his gaze evenly. "I am." She
glanced at his lips for the second time.
His jaw tightened, his teeth bared as he sucked in a breath. "What a waste it
would be for him to have you."
She felt her chest rise and fall heavier. "What do you mean?"
"Inexperienced, short-sighted, the selfishness that comes with youth." His face
grew nearer to hers.
"And you think you would be any better?" She taunted, leaning away a bit.
His eyes narrowed. "I don't think it, I know it."
She turned to sit sideways in the chair, bringing their faces dangerously
close. "Then prove it."
He released a harsh breath and gathered her up in his arms, his long strides
bringing them to a closed door at the other end of the room. He kicked it open,
entered, and slammed it shut with the heel of his boot as he tossed his willing
victim onto his bed. She landed on her back, her knees together in the air as
she watched him hastily undo his clothing. She moved to follow suit but his
words cut across the room.
"Leave them, that pleasure is mine." His overcoat and shirt left him quickly
and she marveled at his broad chest, thinking at first she should be disgusted
or terrified of the apparatus attached to his arm and shoulder, but only
finding it more appealing.
He unbuckled his belt. The clink of metal sent a tingle across her skin as he
dropped it to the floor. She was overwhelmed by his rugged appearance and the
tattoos on his skin, and the predatory look in his eyes made her lips fall
open.
He placed a knee on the edge of the bed, his trousers hanging loosely about his
hips, and crawled over her. Her heart raced as his hook met with the dip
between her collarbones, only to drag downward gently caressing her skin with
the cool metal and popping the buttons of her blouse open. He reached her
navel, the small swell of her breasts entrancing him, and he eagerly pushed her
shirt off of her shoulders to taste her exposed nipples.
She arched her back, pressing her breasts to his face wantonly. He groaned in
appreciation and suckled at them while she writhed under his touch. The
movements of his tongue and lips fogged her mind and she was soon lost to the
desire that was pooling below. After giving them both thorough attention, he
moved on to her skirt and she lifted her hips toward him to take it off more
easily. He bit back a curse on the edge of his tongue, savoring a slow reveal
of the underwear that covered her womanly curls.
Her other clothing done away with and tossed off the bed, he moved downward and
placed his hook under one of the frivolous straps hiding her nethers. He
glanced up at her, seeing the lust clouding her eyes, and felt a warmth spread
in his chest at her admiration. Dropping his sight back to his task, and with
much more force and flair than entirely necessary, ripped the material apart in
one fierce, swift movement, startling an excited cry from the young woman. The
night sea's cool air lapped at her skin, and she wanted all the more for him to
warm her. She raised her hips up to encourage him, pressing against his groin
through the fabric of his trousers.
Hook grinned devilishly, pushed away the last bit of clothing separating the
two of them, then positioned his painfully hard member at her entrance. He
towered over her, watching her, trapping her in with his arms above her head
and slowly sheathed himself within her wet folds. A contented sigh escaped her
lips and he kissed them to swallow the sweet taste of her pleasure. Their
tongues met and slid against each other while his thrusts grew hungry. She
tilted her hips just so, until his rigid cock was aimed along a lovely spot
within her that drew out a whimper from her.
He lowered his head and growled into her ear as he thrust into her, "Mine," his
hips snapped against hers, "myDarling." A feeling of fullness and completion
washed over him. Not his, he thought, mine!
"Yours," Wendy whined into his curls, wrapping her hands around the back of his
neck to pull him closer. "Just-just like that! Don't stop, please!" She pleaded
with short breaths, and after all, she was his, he thought, how could he
refuse?
He continued his steady pace pumping in and out of her, all the while going
mad, and continued stroking the same heavenly spot within her that the angle
allowed. He soon he felt the quiver and pulse of her climax around his cock.
"Yes, James!" The sweat-covered skin on the back of his neck was assaulted by
her nails, digging into his flesh as fireworks went off in her mind. "Oh, oh
God!"
He couldn't hold out any longer, he pressed himself as fully into her as he
could and ground against her, his balls emptying themselves deep within her. He
collapsed on top of her while they both tried to recover their breath. "Do you
still want to go back to the real world?"
"Could you possibly come and... visit?"
"I think that could be arranged."
End Notes
     Welp, there we go. Obviously I'm just pretending that thongs existed
     in the Edwardian era. Written because I was looking up movies Jason
     Isaacs has been in and happened to have just done the laundry with
     had a quick moment to spare. Inspiration comes from the weirdest
     places.
     If you're not up to leaving a comment, kudos make my heart sing!
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