SOMEONE TO WATCH OVER ME
"I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood
I know I could, always be good
To one who'll watch over me
Although he may not be the man some
Girls think of as handsome
To my heart he carries the key."
Ella Fitzgerald
The cool sea air was most refreshing. Fireflies and pixies dotted the trees along the coastline, their flickering light lending to the magic already palpable in the air. Wendy's small hands were wrapped around Hook's right arm, her thin arm locked between their bodies as they walked the deck. Hook tried not to focus on the elation that buzzed through him at this simple gesture. They strolled the sparsely populated deck leisurely. Wendy wondered, aloud, where the crew was.
"Below decks rabblerousing or on shore doing much the same, I would wager," he said, his clear voice resounding in the darkness.
"Shall I ever be allowed on shore?"
"To drink and womanize?"
He thought for a moment, a lecherous smile overshadowing his features.
"Not unless I'm there to watch."
She scoffed, he laughed. Realizing the teasing nature of his statement, she playfully smacked his right arm with her free hand.
"Captain, if you are going to make sport of me all evening, I would rather return to bed."
"As would I."
"Pardon me?"
"I assure you, wife, I can make sport of you there as well, though you may enjoy it more thoroughly."
"Sir, I insist you stop," she said, stepping back from him, her anger blazing. "If I am your wife as you have been so fond of reminding me, I should like to be afforded a modicum of your respect. A man does not discuss things with his wife!"
Hook nodded sagely.
"Carnal lusts and appetites are best saved for one's mistress, then, is that it?"
She paled.
"I…I would not know such things."
"Isn't it so in your time, though, my dear? Acceptable for a man to seek his pleasures elsewhere after silently doing his duty to his bride?"
"Sir, I do not wish to discuss…."
He grabbed her shoulders roughly, his hook turned so as not to impale her, but the cold steel pressing painfully against her back none-the-less.
"Well, we are discussing it. Call me an old fool, a codfish if you so desire, my beauty, but understand this much about your captor and husband-he will not seek other amusements. That, my dear Wendy, is what you are for."
She struggled against him. He wouldn't release his grip on her. She glared at him, her green eyes pools of rage in the half-moonlight.
"An amusement, then? Is that all I am to the illustrious Captain James Hook? No more than a common harlot to be used and affronted based on your own desires? If that is what is to become of me, I respectfully request to walk the plank, Captain. I will not have…."
He silenced her with a kiss as was his wont since he strolled into her father's house in London. If she ever gave him the silent treatment, he would be at a loss for how to react. As it was, she continually sparred with him verbally, and Hook was not-so-begrudgingly forced to quell her temper with a new-favored pastime. She melted against his kiss, her impassioned rage turning very quickly into molten lust. He drew back, his forget-me-not eyes searching hers, his voice uncommonly soft and reassuring.
"I desire you to be my companion, Wendy, make no mistake about your position with me. If I wanted a brazen harlot, I would have found one, quite easily, I assure you. I have already told you I shall not take you against your will…I may be a pirate, but remember that I am a man of my word, and I have not yet nor will I ever lie to you. I care not for your reactions to the truth; if you are angered by my past or my desires, so be it, but I respect you enough to at least give you the benefit of my honesty. At my absolute worst, I may have stretched the truth, perhaps, omitted facts, indeed, but lied, never. Should you come to me, begging for my touch, I shall not deny myself the comfort of your body, no matter what the ramifications are should you decide to change your mind after the deed is done. I just want you, you silly little twit, how ever you will have me."
He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and placed her hand back into the crook of his right arm.
"I believe our meal should be ready, mon oiseau. Would you join me?"
She nodded and silently allowed him to guide her back to his…their…cabin, neither one of them noticing the red-headed boy flying overhead, a twinkling fairy hovering beside him.