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When she woke the next morning Wendy didn't want to open her eyes, afraid that it was all a dream. She smiled to feel the warmth of his chest pressed against her bare back. She had missed this so much, the two of them tangled together in bed with the morning sun streaming in the windows. She groaned to hear her phone buzzing and bolted upright realizing she shouldn't be still be in bed, not with the sun that high.
"Hello? I am so sorry. I must have slept through my alarm," Wendy explained to Snow, looking around for something clean to throw on and seeing the reason for her lateness. "I will be there as soon as I can."
"I have your class covered. My kids are in P.E. right now, so you have until 9:45," Snow said laughing.
"Thank you so much. I will be there in twenty minutes," Wendy sighed and hung up the phone. She looked at the man sleeping in her bed. Killian looked like an angel, but she knew better. Oh, how she knew. She sat on the edge of the bed and smacked him, hard, on the arm. "What the hell is that?" she asked in her best teacher voice.
"Good morning to you too love," he said groggily, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. Killian took in her pursed lips and raised eyebrow and looked to where she was pointing, "It started making this god awful noise. I didn't want it to wake you, you looked so sweet and peaceful, and so, I shut it up."
Wendy took in his smirk and his body, which she knew to be naked under the sheet, and wanted to forgive him, but then she saw the alarm clock again, with the silver hook sticking out of the snooze button, "It was supposed to be making that noise. It was supposed to wake me up. That is the purpose of the alarm clock, to make a whole ton of noise and wake me up because I am no longer 'Wendy who takes care of the Lost Boys' or 'Wendy the girl Captain Hook likes to take into his cabin when he thinks nobody is watching'. Now I am Ms. Davies, second grade teacher, and I have to get up early and get to work."
Killian watched her rant, waiting until she was in the shower to laugh, not wanting to anger her more. He watched her racing around to get ready, a towel wrapped around her wet hair, and he couldn't help but think about the many times she raced around his quarters on the ship, trying to get herself together and off the boat before any of the men (other than Smee of course) were awake to take note of her presence. "So you still use your mother's name like I suggested?"
"Yes. Everyone here knows me as Gwendolyn Davies," she said pausing to look at herself in the mirror, "Everyone except Emma, who is the only person here to meet Emily Ramsey first. To here you call me Wendy now almost feels strange."
"Good. That I'm here now is dangerous for you, so it won't be happening again."
"I had a feeling you would say something like that. I have to go now, but I'll have Emma come by and make sure you don't get into any trouble," Wendy said with a sly smile, and kissed him on the forehead. "I'll leave some money on the kitchen table for you to get a room at Granny's if she will have you, and there is food if you are hungry. Have a nice day sweetheart," she called as sarcastically as she could as she walked out the door.
Once again, my aim is to entertain my readers. I know it is kind of short, but I hope you enjoy. Reviews are like oxygen to my suffocating lungs...that is a little dramatic, but I like them so do it. Please :) If you have any plot suggestions I am very open to them, cause I am just making this up as I go. Thanks for reading!