Pixie Love(Pixie Series 1-Completed)

Pixie love XIV

Tink

After James obtained my papers we continued talking about where we would like to settle down. We both agreed that we need to live some place warmer and since we have the Jolly Roger, he hired some sailors and we set up sales to explore the warmer coasts and islands, closer to the tropics.

I love sailing and I love him! He hasn't said the words to me and I haven't said them either since that first time, but it's alright. He still showers me with all his attention every moment of the day, so I know he cares for me.

We reach the port of Porto and decide to spend a few days there. I am pleasantly suprised to see James speaking Portugues but then i remember he told me how he travelled a lot for his trade business. It is very impressive, nonetheless.

We decide not to look for lodging spaces as we have the Jolly Roger to ourselves, so we just eat out, visit the city and then return to our love nest.

We spend each night entangled in each others arms, kissing and biting, moaning and gasping. Everything is soo beautiful, so intense, that I don't even remember my life before him.

I lay on my side as he caresses my back, where my wings are folded like a small tattoo. He kisses my shoulder and then pulls me closer to him.

"Don't you miss them?" He asks me all of the sudden.

"I didn't quite even think about it. I mean, walking is far more exhausting than flying, but it is fun with you by my side." He slowly turns me around to face him.

"Still... you could do some rounds after nightfall every now and then. You know... just stretch them out."

"I guess. Maybe tomorrow." I tell him and pull him into another kiss.

We set sail the next day for Gibraltar, not wanting to spend too much time in one place. After we visit a few places, we will decide where to settle down eventually.

As we walk around the bazaars, for I second, I see Peter. Or at least someone looking like him. This heat is propably affecting me, because there is no way Peter could be here.

Our day goes by quick and soon the wamr night settles down on us and we go back to our ship.

James is kind enough to send the crew to sleep into town every now and then, so we can some privacy. He pays them a good salary and also their food. I've learned he is very honest and fair and also works hard by their side.

As we lay on the deck, looking at the stars, we see the familiar shadow circling the flagpole.

"Pan!" James says and my blood freezes.
Peter flies on top of the cabin and stops to look at us.

"Fancy seeing you here, Hook! I was wondering were you've taken Tinkerbell." Hearing him say my name, make my blood freeze and I hide behind James.

"You are delusional, Pan! Those mermaids that you fuck must have probably sung you into delirium!" James hisses at him.

"Say what you want to say, Hook. I don't care. Come on, Tink. Let's go back home." He says as he flies towards me. But I don't move. I let him fly across us as I take James's hand.

"Go away, Peter! There is nothing for you here."

He lands a few meters away from us and looks at me. I can see how angry he is in the deck lights.

"I must say, Tink. You are not as smart as I thought you were. First, you hide that you can shift, then you let Hook use you as a replacement for Darlene? You are so naive, Tink. He doesn't love you! He just uses you to forget Darlene and James." He finishes talking and a knife flies by his left ear.

"The next one will go through your heart! I'm done playing games, Pan!" James says menacingly between his gritted teeth and Peter takes off.

"See you tomorrow night, Tink." He says as he flies off, leaving me socked by the information I just received. I feel betrayed, used, angry, sad... all these feelings come crushing upon me and I want to scream and cry, but I don't want him to see me weak, so I force myself to look calm and composed.

"James... he was your son, wasn't he?" I might be naive, but it only takes me a few seconds to put the pieces together.

"Yes." His voice is soft and shaky.

"This is the story you didn't want me to know." I tell him, trying to contain my tears.

"Yes." He answers again turning away from me.

"Start talking!"