Pixie Love(Pixie Series 1-Completed)

Pixie love VI

Tink

It's been one month since that night... since that morning. I spent all this time hidden from the whole Neverland craziness. I just stayed with Peri in the Winter Woods. I didn't want to see Ioni either. He's happy with his chosen lover, and I don't want to take that away from him. In a way, I understand him. He fell in love with her. They've been together since long before I came into the world, so who am I to be angry with them? He waited for his soulmate for so long.

Nature just went wrong this time. And now, all of these feelings inside me. I'm still trying to figure out my own mess  because, let me tell you: Life is messy, even in Neverland.

"Want some berries?" Peri walks inside the house and finds me dressing up. "What are you doing?" She asks me a little worried.

"I'm going back!" I tell her with a shaky voice. The truth is I don't know what I'm doing. I just can't sit here anymore, torturing myself.

"To whom?" She asks me, but I don't answer. I just give her a hug and leave.

"I'll come visit soon!" I say as I walk out the door into the cold air. As I reach the border of Winter Woods, I remove the warm clothes and fly to Neverland.

I fly to the camp, decided to face Peter, to confront him about what he tried to do to me. As I reach his place, I hear moans coming out. I find a whole in his door and peek through. I see Wendy riding him hard as he sucks on her left nipple. My entire body shivers with anger and disgust. To think I thought I loved him. How stupid I could be...

I go to the beach and wait until the sun sets and the rays sparkle on the surface of the water so that nobody sees me as I fly inside Hook's cabin. I find him sitting at his desk, drinking rum. The bottle is already half empty, so I imagine he's been drinking for quite some time and by the looks of it, this isn't his first bottle either.

I sit on the armchair behind him, pull a blanket over me and shift to my human form. He turns around as he hears the noise and looks at me with hazy red eyes. He doesn't say a word. He just continues staring at me, making me question my decision to come here.

"Hello!" I say but he doesn't reply. He just continues to stare at me as I stand in front of him, only wrapped in a blanket.

"Hook... please say something!" But he doesn't. Instead, he pulls walks towards the bed and throws me a robe. I put it on me and tie it around my waist while he continues drinking his rum.

"James..." i call him by his name, and he closes his eyes and clenches his jaw.

"Don't..." it's the only word I manage to get out of him. That gives me a little courage, and I take a few steps towards him. "Don't!" He warns me again, but i don't listen.

"James, please! I came to talk to you!" I gather all my strength and courage to say those words. Why did I even come here?

"You came to talk to me? To tell me how much you love your precious Peter?" He asks angrily and throws the glass against the wall. I jump in fear and take a step back.

"I...that's not what I... maybe I should go!" I tell him and untie the robe so I can shift back. Within a moment, he stands up and captures my wrists in his hands.

"You came to talk! So talk!" He tells me while staring into my eyes with anger. He doesn't seem to notice the parted robe, my naked body.

"I am sorry!" I tell him, my voice almost a whisper.

"Sorry for what? Almost giving yourself to me? Running to Peter? Letting him put his filthy hands on you? I would cut his fuckin' hands off, if I could!" He says between his clench teeth while his grip on my wrists tightens. His eyes finally fall on my breasts and I can see him swallowing hard while he seems to be calming down.

"No, James. I'm sorry for leaving you! I shouldn't have done that!" I finally manage to tell him, and I feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.

"Why?" He asks, his grip still not loosening. "Why did you have to come back?" His face is so confused as he struggles not to stare at my nakedness.

"I don't know, dammit! I just had to come back to you! I spent the entire month thinking about you... whether you're alright, whether you hate me. I almost lost my godamn mind! I built 100 scenarios in my mind about what to tell you, but here I am... I have no idea about what to say to make it better. I though I loved him, James! I was wrong! When he kissed me, I felt nothing! I wanted your lips on mine, not his!" I manage to finish everything I had to say in one go. He just stays in front of me and studies my face, my hair, stopping at my lips..

"You really meant that?" He asks me, his face softening into that look that I've seen on him when he first saw me naked.

"I was wrong, James! So wrong..." I tell him and close my eyes. His hand lets go of my wrist and touches my cheek.

"I never thought I would hear you say these words to me!" He tells me and I smile.

"Please, James! Just kiss me now!"

"My pleasure, love!"