Hellooo :) And here is another new chapter for the series :)

I'm thinking of re-writing my really short one shot about Red Riding Hood into a series as some of the readers have suggested.

But I'm kind of out of ideas for that series! Don't want it to be too cliched! So if you don't mind, please read and review that story, give me some advice on how you think it should go?

Maybe a beta volunteering would help :)

Read and Review this chap, and happy reading as usual.

Love, Eh.


"You thought I wasn't going to come, didn't you?" Hook asked, helping Ariel on the bed. He had carried her all the way from the Villa to their ship. Ariel had been a little too shocked to walk combined with her hurting feet.

Ariel shot him a silent glare and avoided to look at him. Of course I thought you weren't going to come. No one would come save the identity traitor, not even my sisters. Why would you? I could have handled him myself anyway. She didn't say anything though. Her notebook was on the table, a little too far away.

To be honest, Hook was feeling rather guilty for having to let her endure all that. When he had thought of robbing the Villa at the edge of the shore he knew he needed bait. According to a few days of their close stalking, the owner's weakness was revealed to be, women.

Being the smart sailor that he is, Smee had suggested they pay a prostitute to do her job, while they go rob the house. This plan had failed miserably, after the women had met Hook and decided they would devote their lives to Hook's handsome face and well-toned body rather than let the fat greasy ass of a man ever touch their skin.

They needed someone who was all right with letting the fat man touch her, and wouldn't want more from the Captain. When Ariel's name came to the plan, Hook almost threw the sailor off the ship.

No one touches my pet, He had growled. Possessiveness of ownership was a really powerful motive for murder, apparently.

But being Captain of the ship meant having to think more of the crew, and less of personal benefits. Hook had to give in eventually, and when he explained the plan to Ariel, it almost hurt him to see that she was indifferent.

She simply scribbled down, is that all I need to do? And said she would do it.

Soon Hook had convinced himself that she was indifferent because it wasn't a big deal. She knew her place well, as a lowly pet, anything her master desired was her order. And he wondered why he hadn't taken her again since the first night.

"Here," Hook offered, shaking out of his flashback. Not wanting her to be pissed, he dug out a necklace from his sack. Motioning Ariel to catch it, he threw it to her, in a perfect angle. The necklace was very antique looking. The necklace itself was coated with silver – with a big green emerald as the pendant, and it sparkled like Ariel's eyes. As if there was some powerful curse casted on it, Ariel just couldn't tear her eyes off them. It was so beautiful.

For me? She raised her eyes and looked towards Hook questioningly.

"What? Yeah, for you." Hook scratched the back of his head. "Apology accepted?" He asked, explaining the reason for giving her such an expensive gift. God knows he was going to give it to her anyway. The moment he saw the necklace in the basement of the Villa, he completely went nuts. He immediately thought of her, and her green eyes, and without a word snatched it into his sack. Smee was commenting on how it would make a good fortune, but Hook dismissed him, saying such a beauty doesn't deserve to be sold to the black market.

Ariel nodded. The emerald was almost like a reflection of her eyes; she knew they both resembled the ocean. It had made her feel much lonelier than before. She wished she would let go already, her sisters had left her to sulk in the waves, they wouldn't come back anymore. This necklace didn't just serve as a piece of jewelry to her, it symbolized Hook's return for her… He came back for her, and even gave her a gift. Gazing at Hook, Ariel mouthed to him, thank you.

"It's nothing," Hook replied, turning his back to her. He didn't want her to see his face now, even though he knew his olive skin would hide the blushing, he was still embarrassed. Never would he think some girl mouthing to him thank you would actually turn him on. His hand moved to scratch his head again, as the pillow hit his back.

"What – " Ariel narrowed her eyes as he finally turned around. She pointed to her neck, where the necklace Hook gave was resting peacefully. The big green emerald really complimented her eyes, Hook was glad he had given it to her. She crooked her head, and mouthed again, slowly, hoping he'd catch her words.

Pretty?

Hook groaned. Why did she have to do this? All she needed was to point to the desk and he would have thrown the notebook at her, and she wouldn't need to use the mouthing thing. The way her bright red lips moved almost pained him to watch. The bright rose petals opening and closing; gentle like the breeze was blowing past her. He was pretty sure they would be as soft as they looked. He wanted to kiss them so badly, and push her back on the bed and…

"Pretty," he managed, through his clenching teeth before stomping out of the room.


In case some of you were wondering why he didn't have his way with her like he could have - it's because he cared about her now :)

Read and review. :)