The first thing she notices was how hard his chest was. The muscles dressed with bits of dark hair and scarred slashes pressed against her, beckoning her to make some sort of reaction.

What was it that this man wanted her to do? Is he expecting her to just tumble into a loving embrace? Or perhaps she was only mocking her, showing her what a life would be like back at home, in the arms of a loved one.

Wendy had often viewed things both thoughtfully and foolishly, loving a good fairytale adventure, and a dashing romance. So when confronted with something such as this, the best decision she could make would be one that would give her more of a thrill.

She relaxed and snuggled into his grip.

Hook was deffinitely not expecting this. His eyes momentarily widened before jumping back into his plans. This was becoming suspiciously easy.

He leaned back and looked into the openly innocent eyes of Wendy. They were content, but held such an undertone of unsureness. Her lack of confidence eased his mind from any thoughts of becoming double-crossed at his own plan. Hook briefly enjoyed the feeling of the young woman's body through the light linens of her gowns. She may only be eighteen, but she held the plumped curves of a lady. Curves he anticipated roaming and exploring, making the light hairs on her smooth skin rise. All in due time. These things had to be dont in a certain order, or else everything will fail because of hasty actions.

"Good morning Wendy, Darling."

"This was quite an unexpected way to wake up."

"Yes well, I supposed that I would have to make do with you taking up space in my bed."

"Oh," She faltered before beginning to back away. "Well I suppose if you would like me to leave I can just-"

But when she moved in the slightest, Hook snaked his arm into a tight grasp around her lower waist. She stiffened at his forceful grip.

"If you were such a burden to me I would have no problem with throwing you overboard. I have no intensions of doing so, for now." His grin was that of a cheshire cat.

Wendy gulped at the thought of being thrown overboard. Her last experience had made her heaviily frightened of any prospects of baing submerged in Lagoon waters. Staying with a crew of villanous pirates was deffinitely more appealing to her than that of being drown in a terrible demise by those dreadful creatures.

Captain Hook was starting to make her stay better, as it was anyways.

However, only a moment after Wendy settled down into a comfortable position against Hook, he removed himself from the bed.

"Well, I must be up and about." He replied nonchalantly to her pout. She sighed in aggitation and slumped against the lush pillowings of the large bed. Hook smirked and busied himself with dressing while Wendy's fairy floated in.

The small, fiery fairy fluttered to Wendy's shoulder and began braiding the tiniest of weavings into her hair. Wendy giggled at how the small flutter of wings against her neck tickled her.

Hook observed the closeness between his Wendy and the fairy. Dispicable creature. Why the girl had grown such a fond attachment to such a barbaric imp of a beast, he had no clue.

Then again, Hook demised, her attachment with the...thing, could become useful to him. Perhaps test the limits of their closeness, or use her little creature in any sort of threatening ultimatum, should push come to shove.

Attatching his hook onto the harness, he returned his gaze to Wendy to see her engaged in a conversation with her beast. Hook rolled his eyes towards the ceiling before heading towards the bedroom exit.

Rosetta listened to the thoughts of Wendy and this other human, Hook. The man held such a power over her, and he seemed to know it. Hook was dangerous.

Wendy watched the Captian leave the room, her thoughts vibrating of him as if his very being was mesmorizing. Once he was out of sight, however, her thoughts became more of her own. She wondered at his sudden change of heart, something to make her suspicious. His voice, thick with charm, still wouldnt forgo the fact that his eyes held a threat within them, one which made her very weary.

Hook could be honest, but honestly, what are the chances of that? Even Rosetta agreed with her. There was no way that she would leap into his arms without any second thought, but it was very tempting to.

Perhaps she shouldnt worry as much. Maybe Hook had some sort of a heart. After all, if anything that he had said last night was true, he had done her a favor. Wendy should be out to thank him for sparing her the delimas of a London woman.

It was all so confusing. She was still so tired as well.

"Rosetta, I do believe I am going back to sleep." She yawned.

The fairy lept up and tugged the curtains back onto Wendy in a very motherly fashion. She settled herself on the headboard above Wendy to relax and wait out her charge's nap.

"When I wake up," She began to mumble, her eyes closed in drowsines. "I will start my training. Im going to do some work in swordsmanship. I haven't dueled since I was here with..." but at the though of Peter she washed over with solomn thoughts of how he would react. for it was only a matter of time before she and him met again.

Only a matter of time. A matter of time before all things unfolded. She drifted asleep with such a muddled head.