Wendy had reached the boat alongside captain hook, whom helped her onto the deck she had recently leapt from. Wendy looked around, paying careful attention to things such as how these small boats were attached to the ship and where.
The small pixie flitted around her head before resting peacefully onto her shoulder. Rosetta could almost feel the thoughts of the girl that she rested on. They were active and brilliant and fast and witty and she loved it.
Wendy was of course thinking about many different things. The first thing that she thought was that she had to get back off of this ship, regardless of what it would take. She was forming a plan inside of her innermost thoughts, one that involved that small dinghy that she recently left. She would have to act fast during her plan's execution, but it would take several days, if not a week to fully prepare for it. What she was certain of though was that she must get away from Hook. Other than his over-controlling, manipulative attitude, which constantly threatened to send her back home, Wendy now owed him something, and he also had in his means that he could very easily kill her suddenly close fairy friend. She could not forgive herself if either were to happen before she escaped.
"Wendy, darling" Hook spoke smoothly; his voice was like velvet, perfect for mesmerizing one into submission.
"Yes, Captain Hook?" she now said softly, obedient to him so as not to raise suspicion.
"Come to my quarters with me, and we should dine for supper shortly." And he held the cherry wood door open for her. He held a look about his face quite proud of himself, and quite clueless to what was occurring inside of Wendy's head.
The young woman sauntered off past him, quite satisfied with herself for coming up with this. Rosetta meanwhile excitedly fluttered off to fully explore what she had only seen while carefully hidden behind windowpanes.
Hook, however, was not completely oblivious. Her submission was questionable to him, which had instantly put his guard up. The man walked in after this female being that had flown into his life, and his future plans. He would make sure that they were not altered by her swimming or flying back out of them.
The annoying insect that had attached itself to Wendy was now flitting about in a madly irritating way, a small red trail of glowing light engraving the air. Hook rolled his eyes at the being before deciding to make himself comfortable. He took off the lavish looking green velvet overcoat and draped it across the closest leather-bound chair. His hair brilliantly clashed against the white shirt he donned, and he wholeheartedly took pleasure in noticing that Wendy was now stealing glances towards him.
"Wendy, do sit, you look so lost in this room just pacing around." He approached her now and she visibly stiffened, hesitating without knowledge as to what she should do. Oh, how he enjoyed the mind games. "Dear, Wendy Darling," he began, now close enough that the young woman in front of him had no choice but to look at him now.
Wendy wasn't quite sure as to what was happening in her mind right now. The simplest function of walking now seemed to be too difficult for her brain to manage, as she now was rooted to the spot, looking at the man that had approached her. Hook was once again activating that roar of emotions inside of her chest. It interfered with her current plans, of course, but she still allowed herself a few moments to weaken and he had indeed captured her once more, an insect inside of a spider's web.
He came towards her so close that he placed a hand on the neckline of her dress, fingering the lace material.
"Wendy, Wendy, my Wendy…" He said, keeping her gaze brilliantly with those blue forget-me-nots. "Hardly a day has gone by, and yet, you seem to be growing up."
Well this of course offended Wendy to no end. She still could not move from her spot but she now looked away indignantly.
"I have not!"
He smirked at this reaction.
"Yes, I do believe you have. You walked inside a moment ago, gliding in gracefully as a woman would. You look at me not afraid like some cowering child, but mysteriously, and witty." He took her chin gently to face him. "And that hidden kiss, after all of these years, has shown itself once more."
Wendy blushed truly at this, thinking hard about what he had just said. Was she really growing up without actually, growing up?
"Well then, Captain Hook. I suppose you do have a point." She replied airily, now looking into his eyes and desperately trying to find a motive for this conversation.
"That I do, Wendy Darling." He released her chin, only to place his hand on her hip. She almost jerked from shock, which seemed to cause him even more pleasure.
Wendy had no clue how to react, for this had never happened before. Her brain was running at lightning speed while her body didn't seem to be working at all.
"Tell me, Wendy, your kiss with Peter, so many years ago, was it fulfilling?" he whispered, giving Pan's name a bitter bite.
"Well," she stopped, thinking a moment about the past experience. "It was satisfactory."
Now Hook's face was openly pleased, ever sly. "Just satisfactory? I would indeed think that the famous Peter Pan would kiss one more than just, satisfactory." And now he leaned in close, "Would you dare to see how the dreaded captain Hook compares?"
Their lips met in soft unison, Wendy couldn't believe the happiness she felt. Emotions finally seemed to burst in her as she relieved it through this touch. Hook complied with her wishes, deepening the kiss until it she wrapped her arms around his neck and he pulled her in with his one good arm. Their passionate embrace lasted moments longer before Wendy actually realized what was happening. Suddenly the flow of ecstasy stopped and her breath caught in her throat.
Pushing away she looked at the satisfied Hook wide-eyed.
"I…..I-"
And she fled the scene, Rosette now flying madly to reach her. Wendy ran into Hook's chambers and locked the latch.
Well, that's all for now. Sorry for the long time between my update, a lot was going on. I hope this chapter made up for it.