The captain pushed through the door into his cabin, looking to the bed in search of his companion. Wendy was no where to be found. Feeling a sizzle of anger begin to settle in, he turned around sharply and searched the other half of the cabin. He strode across the dimly lit room towards his office and found her; she was curled up in his velvet captain's chair, completely asleep. He released a breath he hadn't realized he held and bent over her sleeping form, brushing back a brown curl from her face. The girl shifted in her sleep, burrowing further into the chair that smelled of tobacco and rum.
"James," she whispered, a smile gracing her lips slightly in her sleep. James Hook grinned wickedly and bent down to whisper in her ear, "Miss Darling, what are you doing in my chair?"
She didn't answer, but snuggled closer to the chair, ignoring him. No one ignores James Hook, and he would make sure she knew it.
He bent down to her and began to nuzzle her ear, making her twitch and pull away from his scratchy facial hair. He continued down her face, following the curve of her neck, placing kisses along her smooth skin. He reached her shoulder, and followed it down to her hand, completely bypassing the mound of flesh that served as her breast. She moaned in frustration and shifted her body for him to have easier access, all the while keeping her eyes shut. When he reached her hand, and was kissing each fingertip, Wendy grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. He responded willingly, thrusting his tongue into her mouth with fervor. Wendy finally opened her caramel eyes when he pulled back, both of them clouded with lust. James picked her up and tossed her on the bed. She would learn the lesson of not being in his bed when he returned to her at night, and Wendy couldn't wait for her punishment.