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It was well past dusk by the time Willow Rosenberg entered her apartment, flipping the lights on and tossing her bag onto the sofa. She looked around the empty space, a nagging feeling of loneliness causing her green eyes to flash with sadness before she shook her head slightly and headed towards the kitchen. After grabbing a soda and some chips, she entered the living room and sat down. She automatically turned on the television, thankful for the noise even if she barely understood most of what was being said. She had been living in South America for nearly a year and had picked up on the language relatively quickly, but she was still barely able to follow rapid conversations and television programs tended to leave her with a headache from attempting to translate.


She kept thinking about moving, but she’d signed a lease on the apartment and honestly didn’t have anywhere to go. Buffy and Dawn were in Italy, making new lives for themselves and didn’t really have any use for her. Giles would welcome her in England with open arms, having offered her a position months ago with the Council, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to work for the Council, preferring to help out when needed but having the freedom to go off whenever she wanted. Xander was back in the States after spending some time in Africa, joining Faith and Robin in Cleveland. She could go there, knowing they’d be glad to have her magic, but, again, she didn’t really feel needed and wasn’t sure it was where she belonged.


She knew what her problem was. She was restless and lonely and felt rather useless. It was weird to consider that she missed nightly patrols and fighting evil, but she did. She was working part time at a local occult store and spent most her time studying various forms of magic and practicing, enjoying the research and knowledge, but missing the excitement. Her life was anything but exciting these days. She and Kennedy had broken up over six months before, the split amiable since they had both tried to make a relationship work before having to admit it was just not meant to be. They’d gravitated towards each other and the sex was enjoyable, but a relationship could not be based solely on sex. Besides, they really didn’t have anything in common and there were times that Kennedy had seemed decades younger instead of merely a few years. Since their break up, Willow had thrown herself into studying and work, not finding anyone that particularly interested her in a dating or even a purely sexual kind of way. The redhead watched the news and was able to understand far more than she had a few months ago, but soon grew tired of the perky chatter and turned the television off. She got up and moved to the balcony, one of the best features of her small but affordable apartment.


Walking outside, a small smile crossed her pretty face. She liked sitting out here at night, the air usually somewhat cool after dark, the sky clear and beautiful. Willow would sit and look at the stars and think, not feeling quite as lonely as she did locked inside her quiet apartment. She sat down and looked at the sky, her green eyes moving from star to star as the silence surrounded her. The streets below were empty, the hour late enough that most people were inside. She ran a hand through her red hair, letting it fall between her shoulders as she leaned back in the chair.


Perhaps a half hour later, she was beginning to feel a bit cool and decided that it was time to go on in and try to get some sleep. As she sat up, she noticed a falling star. Remembering the custom she had heard as a child, she decided to make a wish. Her lips curved into a pleased smile as she closed her eyes and debated on what wish to make. Her first thought was that she wished she wasn’t so lonely, that she could find somewhere to belong. It was a selfish wish, certainly, but the melancholy of the evening and loneliness of her apartment caused her to have a selfish moment.


Willow laughed softly at her rather juvenile antics before a flash of sadness entered her eyes as she was reminded of Anya when thinking about making a wish. She pushed those sad thoughts away as she got to her feet, thinking how easy it would be if such things as wishing upon a falling star were actually real instead of a myth before deciding that wishing was actually a rather dangerous thing and it was far better dealing with reality than dwelling on dreams. With one last look at the sky, the redhead turned to go back inside. Before she had taken three steps, the world started spinning. Her eyes fluttered and then closed as she fell to the ground and slowly disappeared.


Willow groaned as she came to, her eyes opening slowly. What the hell had happened? Her vision was blurry and she had a terrible headache, not to mention the ache in her left leg. She had been on her balcony, she remembered as she tried to clear her head. It had been rather late and she was preparing to go inside when she’d felt dizzy, then everything had gone dark. She realized why her leg hurt as her vision cleared and she saw the position she was sitting in, with her leg twisted beneath her. She studied her leg for a moment, a slight frown on her lips as she wondered what had caused her to sit in such a strange way. It was then she noticed that she was sitting on the ground. Not her tiled balcony floor, but the actual ground.


Green eyes looked around with curiosity mixed with concern as she tried to figure out what was happening. A cool breeze blew strands of red hair into her face, her hand moving up to swat away the hair as she decided that she must be dreaming. That was the only logical explanation, the redhead witch not in the mood to consider the endless illogical possibilities at the moment. She’d been tired and had probably fallen asleep on the balcony, something she had done several times in the past. This was just a pleasant dream and she was just somehow conscious of what was happening.


Satisfied with this conclusion, the pale redhead took a moment to survey her surroundings. It appeared to be a forest, rather pretty in the moonlight. She could make out several flowers, varieties she couldn’t recall ever seeing before, their sweet scent pleasant. With a bit of a grimace, she moved her leg and stood up, her left hand rubbing her leg where it was cramping. Her long red hair fell around her face as she leaned over to massage her sore leg muscle. Trust her to have aching muscles in her dreams, she thought, a bit cross with her lack of imagination. She had a beautiful forest and moonlight yet all she could dream about was cramping legs and aromatic flowers? Faith was right. She definitely needed to get out more! The cramp began to subside when she heard the sound of a snapping twig in the silent night air. Startled, Willow looked up.


The first thing she noticed was black boots. They were polished yet worn, her eyes trailing up the leather until she reached the top. From there, at knee length, she saw dark blue trousers, observing that the material looked rather soft and what appeared to be long muscular legs. Now this was more like it, a voice whispered inside her head, pleased that her dream wasn’t quite as boring now. She could tell that it was a man, this figure in her dream, even before she reached his waist. It wasn’t unusual for her to dream about a man, even if her last two lovers had been female. She was bi-sexual, after all, having loved Xander and Oz as well as Tara during her twenty-three years of life.


Her eyes lingered on his mid-section, widening slightly as she saw the bulge that the dark blue material did nothing to conceal. Well, at least she wasn’t dreaming small, she decided with a slight quirk of her lips, her eyes moving higher. He was wearing a coat, which struck her as slightly odd. It was scarlet in color, looking a bit like a hair color she had tried out years ago before deciding the shade was lovely except when it came to being the color of her hair, the redhead having let her hair go natural these last months, rather liking the auburn color after years of trying different shades of red. The coat was rather fancy, gold buttons and expensive looking material.


Okay, he has a sword, her eyes narrowed slightly when she saw the intricate handle of a sword nearly covered by his coat. Kinda sexy, she decided, having had a weakness for sword fighting since seeing the Princess Bride as a child. Maybe that movie was influencing this dream, she thought as she saw that he was wearing what she considered a “pirate” shirt. It was pristine white, despite the surroundings, and was tucked into the waist of his trousers, a black leather belt keeping it in place. The shirt had an open collar and a few buttons, open most the way and displaying a muscular chest with just a scattering of light brown hair on the almost smooth chest.


Flat stomach, long legs, broad shoulders and probably muscular arms underneath the coat. Willow was rather impressed with her imagination, not usually going for the muscular look, preferring slender and only slightly muscled, but her body was definitely reacting to this vision so maybe her taste was changing. She continued her journey up the length of his body, past a graceful neck, noting the strong chin with just a slight bit of dark brown hair, dwelling on his lips. He had beautiful lips, a mustache above the top, full lips that made her imagine feeling them on her skin. She was surprised at the facial hair, again not something she normally found attractive but that her body tingling in ways it had not in months. Green eyes reluctantly looked away from his lips, moving past a dignified nose to meet brilliant blue eyes.


He was looking at her, staring at her with a mixture of annoyance, curiosity, and, yes she saw it when she licked her lips, desire. His eyes were a gorgeous shade of blue, bright and penetrating. It was as if he could see inside her very soul, she realized with a slight shudder. He had long dark brown hair that fell past his shoulders in large curls, a bit wild considering his neat and tidy appearance, looked real soft and she couldn’t help wondering what it would feel like brushing against her naked flesh.


His lips quirked into a smirk as he seemed to realize just how he was affecting her, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied her with the same intensity and enjoyment. Her nipples hardened as his eyes moved over her, making her feel like she was naked instead of properly covered with a short sleeve T-shirt and shorts. He moved his right arm, something shiny glistening in the moonlight. It was then that she noticed the hook where his hand should have been, eyes widening as he brought the dangerous looking metal close to his face, his eyes catching hers as he slowly ran his tongue over his lower lip in what she could only classify as a sexy gesture despite the fear she was now experiencing.


“Who are you?”


His voice broke the silence. He was English, his voice practically a whisper, husky, sending a fresh wave of arousal throughout her as she imagined listening to him for hours. It was a bit weird for her dream man to be asking her name, but Willow had never actually been alert during a dream, not like this, so maybe it happened often. She replied, “I’m Willow.”


“Willow?” her name rolled off his tongue in a deliciously naughty way, his blue eyes holding hers as he slowly smiled, declaring, “I do believe I shall keep you, pretty one.”


It wasn’t his words that caused Willow to begin to feel afraid. In fact, the rather possessive declaration was rather arousing to the redhead. No, it was the sudden awareness that she was rather cold, despite her bodies heated reaction to this gorgeous specimen, and her arm hurt from where she had been laying on some small rocks when she opened her eyes that started nagging at her mind. If she were dreaming, her arm wouldn’t have this real feeling ache. She had been around long enough to know that weird things happen, that there was a slight chance this wasn’t a dream. Which meant she had been perving on a gorgeous brunet dressed like a pirate that had a hook for a hand and had now declared he was keeping her. Those things taken into consideration of being a dream just meant she had a heck of an imagination and might be a bit kinky. If this was real, however, it meant she had no idea what to do or what had happened. She couldn’t just stand here, she decided, making her decision before she thought too much about it. She turned and began to run, not so certain she wanted him to keep her even if she did find him attractive and had seen a glimpse of familiar loneliness in his eyes during their silent perusal of one another.


She was not prepared to hear his amused laugh following her as she ran away, nor was she expecting to hear the sound of footsteps following behind her as he gave chase. Willow ran through the forest, noticing fireflies flying overhead, hearing what sounded like giggling, deciding she needed to get into better shape since she’d barely run any distance and was already hearing things. She continued to run, hearing him following behind her, a husky chuckle meeting her ears as she tried to get away from him even as she was tempted to let him catch her. She'd thought it was a dream, albeit a strange one, but she now realized it was all too real. He was gorgeous and dangerous and his eyes had seen into her very soul, but she couldn't let him catch her...could she?


The choice was taken from her as she felt a large hand grab her hair. The red strands twisted in his left hand as he pushed her against a tree, his body moving behind her to keep her from running again. She felt the cold metal of his hook against her cheek, his lips close to her ear as he purred, "I caught you, my beauty. Now what shall I do to you?"


“You could let me go,” she suggested helpfully, trying her best to ignore the tremor in her voice, not certain if it was caused from fear or desire. Bad Willow, she scolded herself as her body began to heat up as he pressed against her from behind, do not lust for the dangerous gorgeous man.


“Let me consider that,” he laughed huskily, his grip tightening in her soft red hair as his lips moved against her ear, “no. I already told you, Willow, I think I shall keep you. Pretty little thing, wandering around my forest all alone. You need me, my sweet, just as I need you.”


“No,” she protested softly. She didn’t know him, didn’t even know where she was, how could he believe she needed him? How could he say he needed her? He pulled her away from the tree, turning her so she was facing him before pushing her back.


“Yes,” he whispered harshly, his fingers moving from her hair to lift her chin so that she was looking into his eyes. She noticed the conflicting emotions flickering in their beautiful blue depths, confusion and desire and need and determination.


His hand gently traced the lines of her face before moving behind her head, his leg moving between hers as he made sure she wouldn’t get away from him this time. She couldn’t look away from his eyes, mesmerized by their intensity, a soft gasp escaping from her lips as she felt cold metal brush against her neck. His eyes flashed with awareness as her heartbeat increased, seeming to know that she was aroused even if she was confused and a bit frightened. His lips twisted into a wicked smirk as he seemed to realize she wasn‘t attempting to get away from him, relaxing slightly, enjoying his seduction. Their eyes locked, neither looking away. His hand gripped the back of her neck, his longer fingers tangled in her hair. She could hardly breathe as the hook moved lower, another wave of arousal spreading over her as he moved closer.


Willow almost groaned in disappointment when he suddenly moved away, her eyes flashing with unfulfilled need as she watched him remove his coat. Oh goodie, a part of her cheered, he was gonna get naked, as another more sane part of her again wondered what the fuck she thought she was doing here, who knew where, with some stranger that seemed to have some kind of pirate fetish. Instead of running like a best friend of a slayer caught in a strange situation should have, she merely leaned against the tree with her hair tangled around her face and watched him go about removing his coat and wondering if the hook got in the way of clothes removal. It didn’t. The coat was big enough in the sleeves that it slid right over the hook. Her green eyes moved over his now shirt clad form, seeing that she had been right about the muscular arms. Before she had time to get a proper ogle in, he was back in front of her, his hand tangled in her hair, his eyes watching her face, the hook cool against her collarbone. The sexy smirk was back and she found herself wishing that he was clean shaven so she could enjoy the full impact of those wicked lips.


She was so busy looking from his lips to his eyes that she didn’t realize the hook had moved until she felt the material of her shirt pull against her back, the hook snagging the soft cotton. His eyes flashed with desire when she whimpered, anticipation now outweighing the fear. He suddenly moved his arm, the hook snagging the material, ripping it from her body. She was breathing heavily, her body aroused beyond belief, her nipples hard as he continued to stare at her, his eyes never leaving hers to even take a peak at the flesh that was now revealed to his hungry, lustful gaze.


"Oh god," she muttered when she felt cold metal gently brushing against the swell of her breast. She arched forward, unable to deny any longer that she wanted this, that she wanted him. Her panties were soaked, her nipples aching, her body flushed with desire and need. The hook moved across her breast, beneath her bra, making contact with her hard nipple. "Fuck" she whispered as she found herself wanting more, not caring where that cold, hard hook touched as long as he was looking at her like that.


He smirked slightly, promising, "All in good time, my beauty," before his lips suddenly came crashing down upon hers.


Willow met his kiss eagerly, opening her mouth to him, tired of foreplay after standing for who knew how long with those eyes simply staring at her lustily and that damn hook gently caressing her heated flesh. She was not normally so responsive, not usually so wanton, but she was more aroused than she’d been in a long time and could freely admit now that she wanted nothing more than to feel this man buried deep inside her until they were both exhausted, consequences be damned. She didn’t protest when she felt that cold metal against her lower stomach, not uttering a word, probably because she was too busy kissing him, when she felt her shorts being lowered. In fact, she arched towards him so they slid down easier, not caring if they were standing in some unknown place about to have sex against a tree, though a rational part of her mind reminded her that she didn’t even know his name. She broke the kiss, surprised to see that her hands had unbuttoned his shirt and that said shirt was now pushed against his shoulders and giving her a great view of his chest. For a moment, she forgot what she was about to say, simply staring at his half naked body, noticing what appeared to be a tattoo on his left shoulder, and resisting the urge to lean forward and lick a droplet of sweat that was dripping down his chest. Finally, she stammered, “Your name.”


His brow arched at her non-eloquent demand and he said, “I am Captain James Hook,” before he was kissing her again.


She was being thoroughly snogged, to borrow a favorite of Giles’, by Captain James Hook. His parents must have really liked Peter Pan, she decided as she recalled the name from the book of her youth, but she wasn’t complaining. He was great with his lips, his tongue taking possession of her mouth, his hand now drifting over her breasts, the hook tangling in her hair. Her bra didn’t last long, ripped from her body and tossed to the ground. Just to be equal, she ripped his shirt, not wanting him to let her go to properly remove it. Her breasts brushed against his chest, her sensitive nipples hardening even more as they rubbed against the soft hair scattered across his chest. She was so wet, so ready for him. Her hands fumbled with his belt, hearing the sound of his sword hitting the ground, her eyes flashing with amusement before darkening with desire as his hand finally made its way into her panties. She was glad he’d switched hands, having a feeling that the mood might have been ruined had he gotten his hook into her undies. There was erotic and then there was this is a stranger in some weird place and that dangerous hook is a bit too close to my personal areas for me to enjoy this. She cried out as one long finger swirled against her clit, another one pushing into her wetness.


“Please,” she whimpered, needing to feel him inside her. Perhaps she was wrong and this was really a dream, a strange twisted dream. She didn’t care, her eyes meeting his as she said, “Please fuck me.”


“Such vulgar language from such pretty lips,” he mocked, his blue eyes darkening at her words. He moved his hand to his trousers, unfastening them and freeing his erection. There would be time for games later, he decided, time where he could simply spend hours teasing her and tasting her, this beautiful creature that tempted him so. He did not understand how she had come to arrive in Neverland, did not know what sort of magic brought her into his life, but he knew from the moment they locked eyes that he was not going to let her go. He had been lonely for so very long, and now, here with her, he finally felt content and at peace, he felt love. He stroked his cock with his left hand, readying himself for her. She was an angel, he decided, his eyes moving along the lines of her face and body before looking into her beautiful green eyes that were gleaming with desire and need. He was hesitant in his actions, having a knowledge of what to do but it had been a long while since he had laid with a woman, and she had been merely a whore to use for release, not like this Willow girl who felt so important despite the short length of their acquaintance.


He was teasing her. Stupid damn gorgeous bastard, she thought crossly, fighting the urge to look down to see his erection. Tired of waiting, she moved forward and caught his lips with hers, her hand joining his on what felt like a rather thick cock. Wetness dripped down her thighs as she pulled him closer, needing him inside her. The hook pulled on her hair, brushing against her shoulder as he moved against her. His hand went behind her ass, lifting her, her legs going around his waist. She whimpered as he began to enter her. It had been so long since she’d been with a man, years since Oz had enjoyed her body, and she’s tight. He’s thick, stretching her more than she’s ever been stretched, the tip slowly making its way into her. Once the head is inside, he pushes forward, sinking his entire length into her wetness. She digs her nails into his back at the sweet feeling of pleasurable pain. His lips move against her face as he begins to move, each thrust sending her against the tree, the bark rubbing against her back.


She met his thrusts, her hands digging into his flesh, the smell of sweat and sex surrounding them as they fucked. The hook moved from her hair, metal that was still cool despite the heat between them moving against her breast. He moved the hook across her nipple, turning it so the pointy part delicately scraped against her sensitive flesh, completely in control of how much pressure to apply to cause enjoyment and not pure pain. She looked into his eyes, saw him watching her carefully, waiting to see if she protested the use of his hook during their play. She smiled as best she could considering she was getting properly fucked and tightened her muscles around his cock, causing him to moan softly. She noticed that it was brighter than it had been, her eyes looking from him and noticing the air around them full of fireflies. No, wait, they weren’t insects. Those were…her eyes widened slightly as she realized they looked like fairies. Her attention was pulled from them when he squeezed her ass, thrusting deep into her.


He loved her eyes. They were unguarded and displayed everything she was feeling perfectly. He could see when she was near, so he slowed down. He could see when she was annoyed, though he could tell that also by the cute pout her lips would curve into, so he would tease her. He could see when she was desperate, and then he would speed up. He could feel his own release nearing, knew they should find it together. He cursed Pan for leaving him with only one good hand and this wretched hook, wanting nothing more than to feel this girl trembling from his touch, unable to do everything he wanted to do to her. Surprisingly, she seemed to find the hook arousing, her eyes flashing with lust when he’d moved the metal against her body, so he was careful, trying to touch her in some ways he wanted but not wishing to cause her too much pain. He would take her in a bed next, he decided, where he could touch her with his good hand. He moved the hook from her breasts, where he’d been teasing her, and let it drift down between their bodies. He was careful not to slice her or himself as he finally reached the juncture between her legs. He gently moved the hook against her clit, the position a bit awkward to keep the sharp hook from snagging flesh but worth it when he saw the pleasure in her eyes.


Willow’s breathing was ragged as he continued to tease her, now rubbing her clit with his hook as he continued to fuck her a bit more roughly than before. She could feel her orgasm approaching, her mouth open as she grunted and whimpered, lips on his neck, her lips tingling from feeling his facial hair against them as they’d kissed passionately, tightening her muscles around him every time he pulled back. He was groaning, very softly, his face buried in her neck, licking and sucking on her flesh. Finally, she could hold back no longer. Fingernails dug into his back as she came, her body trembling from the orgasm, his name whispered on her lips before she moaned softly. She was pushed against the tree as he thrust deeply, lips catching hers as he came, his seed spilling inside her. There was a brief moment of rational thought as she gave thanks for having been put on birth control to regulate her periods since she hadn’t given it a single thought since opening her eyes in this place and seen him, her Captain. Soon, all rational thought left her mind as she kissed him back, milking his release from his spent cock, not wanting to release him, her fingers tangled in his soft curls. He had prettier hair than her, she realized, amusement flashing in her green eyes as she continued to kiss him, tasting him, savoring him.


The kiss ended and she laid her head on his shoulder, covering a yawn as she wondered what time it was. She wasn’t exactly comfortable, her legs wrapped around his waist, a tree holding her up, but she liked the feeling of his arms around her. She felt safe, protected, needed, loved. Wait, where had that come from? Silly girl, you can not be tossing around such a serious word about some man you only just met. She snuggled him, feeling the hook brushing through her hair, making a note to wash her hair later since it was sweaty and now had her juices spread through it, deciding that they could possibly take a bath together, her body liking that idea though it was too tired to properly enjoy said image at the moment. She yawned again, her eyes starting to drift shut as she kissed his neck, whispering, “That was great, James.”


Hook smiled slightly at her sleepy words, liking the sound of his name on her lips. It had been a long time since he had been addressed as anything other than Hook or Captain, pleased that his Willow found it so easy to simply call him James. He listened to her breathing, realizing she was falling asleep. He slowly removed her legs from his waist, his cock easing out of her. He was still dressed, his pants around his knees, his shirt ripped and barely hanging on his frame. The little wildcat had left scratches on his back and he was pretty sure she’d bitten him at one point on the shoulder. A lusty and affectionate smile crossed his handsome face as he leaned down and spread out his coat before moving them to lay on it. She smiled sleepily, snuggling against him as she tried to make herself comfortable on the hard ground. He scowled at the fairies that had watched them, cursing the voyeuristic pervy beings before covering Willow’s soft curves with her shirt, his arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her against him. He laid there and simply looked at her, wondering where she had come from and why it felt as if he knew her. Soon, his blue eyes drifted shut and he feel asleep snuggled against the redhead.


Willow opened her eyes and found herself looking at her bedside table. It was after nine in the morning, yet she felt as if she’d hardly slept at all. Her body was sore and aching in places it definitely shouldn’t, the juncture between her thighs tender. Visions of her dream swept over her. The gorgeous guy, the forest, fairies, the tree, fucking and loving and, her eyes closed and she sighed softly. It had just been a dream after all. She should have known. It had felt so good, being looked at with such a tender and lusty expression, having someone hold her, want her, need her. Captain James Hook, a name from a storybook she had given to the man in her dreams. Disappointment and loneliness flashed in her eyes as she opened them, hating that the dream had seemed so darn real. She wanted to stay in bed and pull the covers over her head, maybe go back to sleep in an effort to replay that dream. She made a face as she turned onto her back, her eyes widening slightly as she became aware of a surprising fact. She wasn’t alone.


Green eyes looked beside her, dismay and curiosity and happiness flashing in their depths as she saw a familiar figure sleeping. His hair was a beautiful shade of dark brown and, even in sleep, fell in soft curls that framed the face of a fallen angel. She reached out, her hand shaking slightly, and moved her fingers against his cheek, needing to see if he was real. He moved his head, snuggling against the pillow, his left arm moving to find her. She couldn’t keep the smile from her face, her eyes looking at him, taking in every detail. He was wearing the same clothes, his coat and sword at the foot of the bed, his right arm laying beside him, the hook resting on the pillow beside his head. She had no idea what happened, didn’t understand any of this, but there would be time for research and explanations later. Right now, she was still sleepy and had someone she could easily grow to love sleeping in her bed. Willow laid back down and moved closer to James, her hand resting against his, a happy smile on her face as she drifted back to sleep, somehow knowing that neither of them would ever be lonely again.


The End.