(before you go on and read…I own none of the characters here,-grins- wish I had one Hook for me ,though…sorry about the mess in this chapter when getting both George and Hook talking inside George's mind…hope this will get better next chapter.Of course there are more!!)

Right in the corner of her lips

A thimble. What's a thimble anyway?

George lowered his eyes to the sewing stuff that Mary held in her lap while tossing the dress over and over, mending the stitches which could no longer stay where Wendy's imminent curves were gently pushing them.

Of course he remembered his first kiss.He knew what a kiss is.Now being in his thirties he could look back and count the kisses he had had, had stolen and had had stolen…Not many, he regretted once his mind set on counting them.He had always focused on numbers,on what the neighbours would say,think or believe,and he had stayed on that for so long that now he could not comprehend what was the fuss with a bodily act like that for a girl of thirteen. Maybe it was something deliciously…uhm…what was the savour of a kiss? of lips? he tried, but as years had gone through on him he could not recall the taste of those first kisses. Mary's kisses were fine…sometimes too much hot and he had to remind her to keep composure in front of society, they would not kiss if the children were present, never if Millicent was about, and it would be unthinkable if they were on the streets…and never in the park, such a depravity to be seen like that…What would neighbours think? and Wendy's teachers? Then he remembered that there had been a note from one of the teachers. Something about a drawing…It would be better if Wendy would just satisfy herself with reading and leave plastic arts for some other time…

So kisses would be alright for both Hook and George, they were the first step to intimacy between man and woman and both knew what that would lead to.. Did Wendy know about that? George twitched shocked. Of course she would not!and he intended to get her out of those dreams with that flying prat of boy,darting about in…leaves??Oh, God,that boy had nothing more for a cloth over his naked body! George eyes went wide without him knowing it. He was shocked with Neverland and that…that boy. But he also was shocked when he focused on Mary's figure,that reminded him of the mermaids. My Goodness, they are women! Naked women seen there only by children!! John and Michael would have seen them!! Even Wendy would now be wondering what would the mermaids do with…with…Hook grinned feeling George unable to even think about the mermaid's breasts. 'Do it, man, it won't hurt.' Hook, waved his hook while rolling his eyes knowingly 'Tits, breasts, nips, nipples', he sang the words happily and mockingly to poor George who went visibly pink just there, now looking to his hands on his lap, humiliated, ashamed that those thoughts should creep inside his mind when Mary was there, innocently sewing Wendy's dress.

So, maybe…maybe Wendy was awakening to womanhood and so she would find Peter's kisses…'No' Hook corrected 'it's our Wendy kissing Pan' 'ours?' George was shocked. 'what do you have to do with her anyway?' 'oh, nothing really…' Hook started caressing his metal appendix looking concentrated on his task and whistling a pirate tune. George tried to regain composure again. So, Wendy was exploring Peter with her kisses…'and you would better pray for her not to try harder those explorations' Hook retorted again, glaring him mockingly 'imagine…that savage boy with our Wendy, there, on that savage island with those savage boys just about to be men but not truly men…can you imagine it? Oh, dear, dear Georgie, it must be such a fun! Spying on the mermaids and pirates when they…you know…' his eyebrow went high, while George went redder. 'they after all are real men, and real women…and you know there's an itching somewhere that needs to be scratched' he sang again now caressing his black moustache. 'No, they…they don't know about those things…'George tried to relax but his voice sounded shaky even in his own mind. 'Oh, but they discover' Hook answered coolly letting his long black locks to hung and waving his head in a nod ' they are midway innocence and perdition…Growing up has inconveniences but also pleasures that our Wendy is trying to discover with Pan' 'I can't believe that you go on talking about MY Wendy as if you had something to do with her!' 'Are you deaf ,man?' George turned surprised at Hook's remark but saw no-one in the room apart from Mary and himself. George.

Fantastic…he was having visions…But Hook's voice again resounded in the air.

'The drawing. stupid' Hook groaned 'it was Wendy and Pan, in her bed' he grimaced naughtily 'you know, you know…' 'She can't possibly know about that' George whimpered. 'No, she does not.. yet' Hook's eyes went to George 'but she will soon discover it if we are not careful with Pan.'

How could she know? How? Maybe she had seen him kissing Mary. Or worst she had heard them when they…Hook laughed coarsely 'Blast it, man!' George stiffed in his seat and bit his lip. Agreed, he would concede that maybe Wendy was experiencing some changes, considering her age it was normal. He himself has asked her repeatedly to grow up. Oh, misery! Now he regretted it…Why couldn't she be his baby forever? It must have been Millicent's books…Romances and such depravities would cause havoc on Wendy's imagination. 'Of course' Hook interrupted him, picking on his nails with his hook, something that disgusted George tremendously' she believes in happy endings, you know..' George stiffed again and tried to focus on the sewing stuff once again. So Wendy loved Peter. A kiss would be understandable in such terms…Wendy's first love. But then why should she give him a thimble? What was the mystery over naming something after something else that it is not? And besides, what had to do the kiss when Peter was about to die? 'The happy ending' Hook reminded him with a hurt look. To give Peter a thimble, her thimble which in fact was a hidden kiss. A hidden kiss? For George and for Hook there was only one possible way for a kiss to be, in or out, but hidden…what nonsense was that?…Such a…such a…

'girlie thing' Hook spat trying to ease himself in George's dull suit and short hair. He hated it, he hated the cosy home that good-for-nothing clerk had got. He preferred the luxury of his cabin and the gentle movement of the ship riding wave after wave. And that damned glasses. Hook tried to focus unsuccessfully on the female figure there, bent on her sewing activity. What the hell where those things for if all you get when looking through them is a blurred image?? He winced his nose, trying to get the glasses off even if that bastard body George controlled in this world was not to do it. But that only got Mary's attention and George freezed alarmed. 'We've been discovered' he whimpered trying to find refuge behind the daring pirate who only shrugged his shoulders and sighed with exasperation. 'Try not to start crying at least…'Hook groaned.

'George' she murmured lovely, making George look at her. He focused on her,pushing Hook's voice and leer away from his adoring wife 'what are you thinking?'

'thinking?' He blinked confused. 'Er…only day-dreaming…'He tried to settle himself again in the chair and looked composed. He straightened his glasses and searched for any object to linger his gaze on it.They were alone,for once.Millicent had taken the children to the park with that brute of a dog…of a bitch, Hook corrected him with a slight smirk.'How like Georgie to have an awful big monster around to protect the children…' Protect? Hook smiled wickedly.To protect them from what?George stiffed a bit unsure. He felt dropsy, his mind somewhere else…maybe again in Neverland with his other part, that wicked captain who only knew how to drink himself and shout improprieties George could have never thought of. Suddenly he felt an inching in his right …hand. He paused staring at his fingers, fingernails, knuckles, his eyes confused because they were expecting the merciless claw there,the stump and the hand which was…sometime before.But not his own right hand.He blinked and sighed,fearing that Mary would have already noticed his foul mood.What the heck…?He bit his lip with frustration.What he really needed was to get on working,no matter if it was Sunday and the bank was closed!Surely he had something to do with his own accounts…he grimaced trying to remember for how long he had not check the balances of his own home.Always thinking about the cost but never calculating it…He stood up straightening his waistcoat.

'uhm,I'll…I'll check some accounts,dear'he muttered heading for his desk.

(TO BE CONTINUED…)