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Wendy was quick to leave work on time. She needed a few moments alone before she met with Hook to clear her mind. Maybe nothing would happen. Perhaps, he would simply show her his ship and maybe he might flirt with her some more. The idea wasn't revolting.
Hook was a handsome man. There was something about him that pulled her to him. Then, there were those eyes. Those crystalline blue eyes...bright like tropical seas. They called to her and made her heart beat faster when she gazed into them. They enticed her to feel something...anything...if just for a moment.
She felt the void when she'd look away...the need to turn her gaze right back again and this could not be ignored. She knew him somehow and it was driving her crazy!
The docks - (later that night)
Killian stood on the deck of his grand ship, waiting for the beautiful deputy to arrive. He was nervous and he didn't quite understand why, but sure as anything, his stomach seemed to be turning somersaults...rather robustly.
He stared off towards town and swallowed hard once he saw Wendy's horseless carraige...what Emma had told him was known as a car in this land.
He made his way down the gangplank and towards the docks, meeting her halfway.
"Good evening, lass." Killian called out to her as they walked up to one another.
"You picked a beautiful night for this." She replied with a little smile.
"Aye, indeed I did...the night is nothing, however, compared to your beauty, love." He smiled.
"Flattery will get you everywhere, Captain." She smirked, their eyes meeting tentatively.
The night air was cool but it did nothing to calm the heat the rose to both their cheeks as their eyes met. Blue looking at blue once more and Killian couldn't deny the hammering of his heart in his chest. The anxiousness to see her like a boy waiting to open gifts on Christmas morning. It was inexplicable...and peculiar...and frightening to the pirate.
"Will it, now?" He said softly.
"Why don't, um, why don't we just stick to the tour?" She said quietly, clearing her throat as she looked away quickly.
"Too right. Come on then, love." Killian replied gently, extending his arm to her which she grabbed, letting him lead her to the Jolly Roger.
To an outsider; if they had seen the two walking along the dock, it would seem as if two lovers were having a nighttime stroll. Their pace casual and relaxed and their closeness comfortable as she clung to his bicep with both arms.
"Where is it?" Wendy finally piped up when Hook stopped.
"Ah, there seems to be the matter of a cloaking spell on my lovely vessel. Fear not, I know just where she resides." Killian winked over at her, stepping in front of them, Wendy letting his arm go as he did and missing the closeness immediately. It had been awfully warm beside him as they walked and now she was encircled by a cool sea breeze instead.
She watched in awe as he seemingly stepped onto nothing, but whatever it was, most certainly operated as a gangplank.
Curious.
"I'm supposed to follow you?" She laughed, backing away slightly.
"That's the idea, love." He smirked, extending his hand to her. She bit her lip and stepped forward, grasping his hand gently and letting him lead her along until finally she was on the deck of what suddenly appeared to be a very grand ship.
The Jolly Roger.
"Wait...this was here the whole time?" She asked, looking around in amazement.
"Aye, lass. Our little rendezvous shall be quite private, so feel free to let your hair down. No one will know." He smirked.
"What makes you think I don't 'let my hair down'?" She asked, suddenly offended and letting go of his hand.
"That." He laughed, taking in her reaction as she all but pouted and stomped her foot on the deck.
"Being serious isn't so bad...it's what grown ups do. You should try it." She quipped.
"Alas, my life has been far too serious for my liking. Moments like these are few and far between." He replied easily, walking towards the helm of the ship and assuming she would follow, which she did.
"And what kind of moment is this?" She wondered out loud as another breeze rolled past, her hair swirling lightly around her.
"A lovely night with a beautiful woman on the most remarkable ship known in any land...it's definitely a welcomed change to my daily routine which is far more somber." He replied as he bent down and picked up what looked to be two bottles of...wine?
"Did Captain Hook go to a liquor store and buy wine...just for tonight? Hell, he probably stole it from someone..." Wendy thought to herself with a smirk, the effort endearing none the less.
"I, uh, didn't know which you prefered...so I got both." He said, his tone unsure for the first time since they had met. She smiled as she considered the bottles and stepped closer. A bottle of red and a bottle of white, both very expensive.
He watched intently as she looked at the bottles in his hand and pointed to the bottle of white.
"Me too." He smiled boyishly as he set the other bottle down on the deck.
"Do you have a corkscrew?" She asked.
"Pardon me, a what?" He laughed, raising an eyebrow.
"To open it..." She grinned as it suddenly dawned on him, his face going serious.
"Oh..." He said quietly as he considered the bottle and wondered how the hell to get it open when Wendy stuck out her hand and motioned to his hook.
"Gimme." She demanded, her tone light.
"My hook? Whatever for?" He asked, moving his hook away defensively. Wendy rolled her eyes and stared at him until he relented, taking the hook off with a click and slowly handing it to her. He then watched in wonder as she basically stabbed the cork that rested in the neck of the bottle, twisted and pulled hard, the cork coming out of the bottle in no time.
"There. Simple." She winked, handing him back his hook with the cork still impaled on it and smiling.
"Oh, I like you, lass." He grinned as he set the bottle down and retrieved two glasses.
The night was off to a rather positive start.
After an in depth tour of the Jolly Roger, the two sat on the deck and talked about things that were easy. The ship, Storybrooke and how did Wendy like it so far. But, what Killian wanted to do all night was simply ask who she was and why it was that she had so effortlessly claimed his attention like an earmarked page in his favorite book. How had she managed to possibly bewitch him in such a short period of time?
"You're cold." He stated, noticing her shiver.
"Oh, yea...I guess I should be heading home..." She replied gently, uncrossing her legs and making to get up when Killian stripped himself of his jacket and placed it over her shoulders.
"There." He smiled sheepishly, wanting her to stay as long as she could.
"You really are a gentleman, aren't you?" She grinned as she looked over at him. He nodded once.
"Aye, I may be a pirate now...but I wasn't always." He answered easily, his eyes glancing out towards the sea in front of them. The moon reflecting off the inky water and illuminating the deck just enough.
"Tell me about that?" She asked softly, wanting to know everything if only he would open up for just a moment.
"I'm over 300 years old, love...the details of my childhood have been lost for many a year." He replied sadly.
Truth was, he simply couldn't remember it.
And neither could she.
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Did you guys like their little "date"? I thought the cork thing would be kind of cute haha