Anticipation
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scripsiTitle: Anticipation
Pairing: Future Hook/Wendy, implied Hook/Pan
Rating: R
Category: Voyerism, but feel free to imagine all sorts of nastiness before the fic begins.
A/N: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
japanpeterpan for beta.
Every night Hook watches. Watches and waits.
It would be bad form to violate a child. That is what he says to himself, though he showed no mercy to her brothers and the others, and holds no pity for the boy who remains in the bowl of the ship. But Hook has found that a conscience is an elastic thing, and at the moment he prides himself that
Wendy will go unharmed. At least until he decides otherwise.
He saw his chance when she fainted in the arms of the pirate holding her. When she woke up, frightened and bewildered, he told her that Pan was dead, and that he had let the rest return to the island. She believed him, of course. Hook's tongue can be golden, and she already knew he wanted Pan dead. She cried for him, but her gratefulness for the boys' lives served well to make her believe him magnanimous towards everyone but the cursed youth. Certainly she has lacked nothing on his ship.
Now she is growing up under his careful eyes, growing more beautiful by the day, it seems, blossoming gracefully in a way that is in no way enhanced by the fine clothes and jewelry he has given her- she would have been a beauty in rags. Ah yes, she has grown to trust him, more and more often she bestows her smiles on him, the kiss winking at him as if it's flirting.
Wendy knows nothing of the secret peephole that allows him to stand in the darkness of his cabin to watch her. She has no idea that every night, after he has followed her to her door and gracefully bid her goodnight, he is not through with her. The door that he so carefully after her, only serves to keep other men out, not him.
He stands there and watches her undress, her body maturing into elegant curves, breasts swelling over a waist that seem narrower by the day. Her long legs, her slender arms, the white neck that hold her head so beautifully. The hair that she brushes so carefully, until it flows like water down her back. Oh, he sees it all, and his knees weaken as lust makes him hard elsewhere, but she is still ignorant of all that.
One day, though... One day soon he'll fling her door open, just as she is about to slide into her bed. Her face will look frightened, surprised, and then there will be relief when she sees that it's him. A short-lived relief, that will turn into a new fear when he takes her. He has no doubt that she will fight him, trying to get away, but she won't succeed. He will crush her beneath him, and finally have her. Her face- how he will laugh when she realises that she has been tricked, and then, perhaps, he will tell her what really happened to the rest.
Or, perhaps not. There is that kiss, and he wants that. Sweet words and tender caresses may give him that. And despite her shyness and ignorance she would surely return his embraces with her own. How sweet to be touched by those soft hands, to hear her sigh and cry, and beg for more.
Hook leans his forehead against his wall, his inner vision filled with images of the girl on the other side. He can't make up his mind. Not today anyway. Perhaps tomorrow, but right now he has other things he can do. If not Wendy, there is the boy in the hold that will do. One more night anyway.
Wendy will submit eventually, be it willing or not, but not yet. Just not yet.
End
Pairing: Future Hook/Wendy, implied Hook/Pan
Rating: R
Category: Voyerism, but feel free to imagine all sorts of nastiness before the fic begins.
A/N: Thanks to
japanpeterpan for beta.Every night Hook watches. Watches and waits.
It would be bad form to violate a child. That is what he says to himself, though he showed no mercy to her brothers and the others, and holds no pity for the boy who remains in the bowl of the ship. But Hook has found that a conscience is an elastic thing, and at the moment he prides himself that
Wendy will go unharmed. At least until he decides otherwise.
He saw his chance when she fainted in the arms of the pirate holding her. When she woke up, frightened and bewildered, he told her that Pan was dead, and that he had let the rest return to the island. She believed him, of course. Hook's tongue can be golden, and she already knew he wanted Pan dead. She cried for him, but her gratefulness for the boys' lives served well to make her believe him magnanimous towards everyone but the cursed youth. Certainly she has lacked nothing on his ship.
Now she is growing up under his careful eyes, growing more beautiful by the day, it seems, blossoming gracefully in a way that is in no way enhanced by the fine clothes and jewelry he has given her- she would have been a beauty in rags. Ah yes, she has grown to trust him, more and more often she bestows her smiles on him, the kiss winking at him as if it's flirting.
Wendy knows nothing of the secret peephole that allows him to stand in the darkness of his cabin to watch her. She has no idea that every night, after he has followed her to her door and gracefully bid her goodnight, he is not through with her. The door that he so carefully after her, only serves to keep other men out, not him.
He stands there and watches her undress, her body maturing into elegant curves, breasts swelling over a waist that seem narrower by the day. Her long legs, her slender arms, the white neck that hold her head so beautifully. The hair that she brushes so carefully, until it flows like water down her back. Oh, he sees it all, and his knees weaken as lust makes him hard elsewhere, but she is still ignorant of all that.
One day, though... One day soon he'll fling her door open, just as she is about to slide into her bed. Her face will look frightened, surprised, and then there will be relief when she sees that it's him. A short-lived relief, that will turn into a new fear when he takes her. He has no doubt that she will fight him, trying to get away, but she won't succeed. He will crush her beneath him, and finally have her. Her face- how he will laugh when she realises that she has been tricked, and then, perhaps, he will tell her what really happened to the rest.
Or, perhaps not. There is that kiss, and he wants that. Sweet words and tender caresses may give him that. And despite her shyness and ignorance she would surely return his embraces with her own. How sweet to be touched by those soft hands, to hear her sigh and cry, and beg for more.
Hook leans his forehead against his wall, his inner vision filled with images of the girl on the other side. He can't make up his mind. Not today anyway. Perhaps tomorrow, but right now he has other things he can do. If not Wendy, there is the boy in the hold that will do. One more night anyway.
Wendy will submit eventually, be it willing or not, but not yet. Just not yet.
End
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