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Straight on Til Morning	By : LuluPopalot Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 5319 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Laura woke to a knocking on the cabin door. Yawning and grumbling, she shuffled to the door, thankful she had fallen asleep fully clothed last night.

‘What?’ she asked, wincing against the bright sunshine that assault her eyes.

Mr. Smee looked at her apologetically. ‘The cap’n sent me to tells ya that he will be joinin’ ye shortly for breakfast,’ he said.

‘Okay,’ she said. ‘I’ll be ready in a sec.’ After closing the door, she stretched her arms high, giving off a high pitched moan as she released and let her arms fall to her sides. Most of her hair had fallen out of the pony tail as she slept, and she pulled the elastic out, finishing the job. She walked to the mirror as she shook her hair out. Groaning, she took in her sleepy eyes, wild hair, and sleep marked face. She forced her hair back into its holder and tucked her shirt in as she went to her chair at the table.

She prayed Hook wasn’t a morning person.

Her prayer was answered.

Hook came into the room without knocking. He flung his hat and coat across the bed before sprawling into his chair across from her. Looking at the empty table before him, he took a deep breath.

‘Smee!’

Laura winced. ‘What, did he move to Timbuktu?’ she muttered under her breath.

Hook turned his glare across the table to her, and the fierceness there worked to wake her up the way Starbucks never had.

‘And good morning to you, Miss Laura,’ he said, his icy voice smooth. ‘I trust that you slept well.’

Taking in the dark circles under his eyes, and his slightly rumpled appearance, she guessed that he had not. She felt guilty, then irritated that he was mad at her when he was the one that insisted that she take his bed.

‘I did, thank you,’ she said, sincere but distant.

Hook continued to glare menacingly at her while Smee entered and set the table with a breakfast that was similar to the previous meal. Instead of wine, Smee left a bottle of what she assumed to be rum, and two small glasses. Deciding she wasn’t yet pirate enough to do shots first thing in the morning, she filled her plate with fruit.

Hook, on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with food, and went straight for the bottle, filling one of the glasses and downing it in one gulp.

She nibbled, uninterested in the fruit on her plate, while he downed several more shots between cold glares. Finally, when she had jumped after he had slammed the glass to the table particularly hard, he broke the silence.

‘You will begin your duties today,’ he said, matching her earlier aloof tone.

‘Great,’ she said, popping a piece of apple in her mouth.

‘First, however, you will begin your training with Mr. Church,’ he said, pouring another glassful.

‘Great,’ she repeated, but the excitement she felt at learning how to sword fight made it difficult to sound disinterested.

‘Mr. Smee has gathered some garments for you,’ Hook said, finishing his drink and standing. ‘If you have finished, I will send him in.’

‘I’m done,’ she said, standing as well.

‘I will expect you on deck in a few minutes then,’ he said, bowing slightly, and leaving.

‘Men,’ she muttered, but smiled at Smee as he entered with a bundle of clothing.

‘Good mornin’ Miss,’ he said, laying the clothes on the bed.

‘Good morning, Mr. Smee,’ she said. ‘Thanks for the clothes.’

Smee flushed as he moved to the table and began gathering dishes. ‘Twas no trouble, missy,’ he said, and Laura could tell he was trying to hide being embarrassed. He must be embarrassed because he undressed me, she thought.

Smiling, she patted him on the arm, smiling a little wider when he jumped at her touch.
‘I really appreciate all you’ve done for me,’ she said, trying to let him know she didn’t feel uncomfortable around him.

‘Well, I just hopes they fits ye,’ he said, scurrying to put the table between them.

‘I’m sure they’ll be fine,’ she said kindly.

By this time, Smee had gathered the breakfast dishes and was near the door, he hesitated for a moment, and then turned back to her.

‘I’m afraid ye’r other garments were made into rags,’ he said, ‘but I did save one of yer things for ye.’

‘Oh,’ she said, confused. Her ‘thank you’ had not left her lips by the time he was out the door.

Puzzled by Smee’s behavior, she picked the shirt off of the stack of clothing, and laughed as she finally saw the cause of his embarrassment.

Her lacy black bra lay folded on top of a pair of breeches. She almost laughed herself into tears picturing Smee handling her undergarment as if it were a snake.

She changed quickly, mindful of where she was. The brown breeches fit snug but not uncomfortably against her, ending a few inches below her knee. The shirt did not lace down the front, for which she was grateful, but still insisted on hanging off one shoulder. Smee had not left shoes, but did leave a tricornered leather hat, which fit nicely.

Happy to be in clothes that fit somewhat, Laura ventured outside. It was her first time on deck since she had arrived, and she stood a moment, letting her eyes adjust and taking it all in. The sun made the deck shine like chocolate, and the sails billowed above her in the salty sea breeze. The crew members that were about seemed to resolutely ignoring her.

Not seeing the captain, she found a set of stairs and climbed to the helm. Damn, she thought, seeing the captain at the wheel. The sun shown off of his ebony curls as they were caught by the breeze, making the color dance blue-black. His hat threw his face in a shadow, but she could see his eyes shining like chips of ice.

He is dashing, she thought just his eyes locked with hers. Saying something she couldn’t hear to a man nearby, Hook left the wheel and came to her. Having not made it all the way up the steps, she was eye level with his hook as it shone in the sunlight. She suppressed a shiver and made her way quickly to the top, arriving just as he did. He had apparently been planning to descend, causing them to bump into each other. Laura shrieked slightly, and almost fell backward as she tried to put distance between them. She grabbed his right arm, just as his left hand caught her upper arm. She quickly released him when she remembered a hook lie at the end of the arm she was clutching. A flash of some emotion that Laura refused to acknowledge passed across his face, before he released her, and continued down the stairs.

‘Miss Laura,’ he said, airily. ‘So good of you to join us.’

‘My pleasure,’ she replied sweetly. Ass, she thought.

“Mr. Church,’ he called out, motioning for the man to come forward. A man not quite as tall as the captain came around the mast. Quiet, intelligent brown eyes peered out from beneath the light brown hair that hung lank around his face.

‘Aye, sir,’ he said, his voice soft.

‘Mr. Church,’ the captain continued loud enough for the whole ship to hear. ‘Miss Laura will be staying on with us for a while. And being a female,’ he turned and smirked down at her as she glared back, ‘she has not been taught the art of combat. You will instruct her, in a way that you seem fit, on sword play. Do you believe that you are up to this challenge?’ he said looking snidely down his nose at the younger man.

‘Aye, sir,’ Church repeated.

‘Most excellent,’ Hook said, turning away from them both. ‘Mr. Smee, fetch two swords for the teacher and the student.’

Smee was there almost instantly with two swords. He handed Laura the lighter one with a worried smile.

‘Be careful, dear,’ he said quietly.

‘Thanks,’ she whispered back. Suddenly, she thought this was a very bad idea.

Church regarded her for a while.

‘You have never fought?’ he asked at last with a lilting accent that made Laura think of Antonio Banderas.

‘Not with swords,’ she replied, wiping her sweating hands on her shirt.

‘Hand to hand?’ he asked.

She shrugged. ‘I got into a cat fight with some bitch at a bar once.’

‘Did you win?’

Laura smiled. ‘Hell yeah.’

‘Good,’ he replied. ‘Diego!’

Another man appeared at Church’s side, shorting and darker, with cruel black eyes.

‘I thought you were going to teach me,’ she said, feeling a little nervous with the new man’s appearance.

‘I am,’ Church said, handing his sword to Diego. ‘I will first observe your natural talents as you fight Diego. I will then build on your strengths.’

‘Really?’ she asked, eyeing the dark man with apprehension.

‘Yes,’ he said and stepped back. He grabbed Diego’s arm and forced him to face him. ‘Go slow,’ he said.

‘Aye,’ Diego said, a little too eagerly for Laura.

‘Begin,’ Church said.

At first, Diego was slow with his attacks. But as Laura deflected them all easily, he began to pick up the pace. Still, she managed to deflect them all until his blade slashed at her shoulder.

‘What the fuck,’ she cried, putting her hand to her shoulder and gasping as it came away with blood. It wasn’t too deep, but it hurt like hell.

‘You better not have given me fucking tetanus,” she snarled. Diego just laughed. Fury filled her as she went at him with her blade. He caught her wrist and turned to pull her forward, her arm going under his. Releasing his hold, he turned back quickly, catching her lip with his elbow.

Laura fell back, losing her hat, but somehow managing to hold on to her sword. Panting, she touched her busted lip as Diego bowed.

‘My apologies, miss,’ he said, smirking up at her. ‘Twas but an accident.’

Smiling coldly back at him, she returned the bow. ‘Hey, shit happens.’

‘Enough,’ Church said sharply.

Diego chuckled, and then charged her. Laura continued to hold off blows, despite her aching arm. But soon she found herself, backed up against a railing, their blades crossed between their faces.

‘I’ll teach you a thing or two once the captain’s done with ye,’ Diego sneered into her face.

‘Oh yeah?’ she said, and swiftly brought her knee up between his legs. Diego’s eyes bulged out as he doubled over and fell to the floor. A collective gasp went up from the crew.

She turned to the men, her eyes on fire. ‘Okay. Who else wants some?’

Laughter burst from the helm, and all heads turned towards the captain’s guffaws.

‘Excellent,’ he said, clapping as he walked down the stairs. ‘Most excellent.’

‘I believe that will do it for the first lesson,’ Church said behind her, taking the sword from her hand.

‘Ya think?’ she said dryly. She was shaky from the adrenaline rush, and still really pissed.

‘Ye are truly a pirate, milady,’ Hook said, stepping over Diego’s writhing form and arriving before them.

‘Thanks,’ she muttered, looking away from his glittering eyes. Damn adrenaline, she thought.

‘I believe the lady should come with me to calm herself,’ he said, taking her gently by the elbow and leading her towards his cabin. ‘And Mr. Church,’ he tossed over his shoulder. ‘I’ll want to speak with you later.’

Laura didn’t hear Church’s reply, if there was one, as Hook escorted her into the cabin and closed the door.

Crossing his arms, he leaned back against the door and regarded her. ‘That was a dirty trick you pulled,’ he said.

Laura whirled on him, releasing her residual anger on him. ‘Did you know that bastard was going to attack me?’ she asked.

Hook shrugged. ‘I thought something similar might happen,’ he said noncommittally.

“Well thanks for the warning!’ she said, crossing her arms. Doing so reminded her painfully of the cut on her shoulder. ‘Shit!’ she hissed, inspecting the damage.

Hook stepped forward and waved her hands away. He frowned. ‘It’s not deep, but it should be cleaned,’ he said.

‘With what?’ she asked, doubting the quality of a pirate ship’s first aid kit.

‘Please sit, and remove your shirt,’ Hook said, gesturing to her dinner chair as he walked by her.

‘I think not,’ she said haughtily.

Hook fixed her with a cold look. ‘Would you like the wound cleaned?’ he asked.

‘Yes,’ she said, her stance wavering.

‘Then do as you’re told,’ he said turning his back to her as he pulled things from a nearby cabinet.

In a huff, Laura hurriedly removed her shirt, holding it in front of her chest, and sat down. Hook returned to the table with some cotton and a bottle of rum.

‘Mind if I have a drink of that?’ she asked, nodding to the bottle.

‘It’s for the wound,’ Hook said, removing his coat and hat. ‘But a drink would probably be in order.’

‘Thanks,’ she said as he placed a glass in front of her and filled it. Taking a deep breath, she knocked the shot back and started coughing. She let her head fall back as the warmth spread through her belly.

‘I guess I should have told you that I have anger management problems occasionally,’ she said, eyeing Hook as he doused some of the cotton with the rum. ‘And this is really going to hurt, isn’t it?’

‘I’m afraid so,’ Hook said. She nodded and closed her eyes. He looked at her for a moment before putting the alcohol soaked cotton to her shoulder.

Laura exhaled through clenched teeth as the pain seared through her arm. ‘I think this hurts worse than the cut,’ she had wryly.

‘If often does,’ he replied, dabbing the wound gently as fresh blood welled to the surface. He watched her jaw clench and unclench a moment, before lowering the cotton and moving close to blow the wet skin.

Laura gasped at the new sensation, her eyes flying open to stare ahead. In her periphery, she could see the captain’s dark head inches away from her shoulder. Hearing her breath hitch, Hook stopped blowing and turned to study her profile.

‘Is that better?’ he asked, softly.

Laura fought against the urge to turn to meet his gaze, knowing that she would be lost if she did. Keeping her eyes forward, she nodded. ‘Yes, thank you,’ she said, hating the whisper that came out.

Moving back slightly, he raised his hook to her face, and turned her head towards him. But when she looked at him, his eyes were not fixed hers, but on her busted lower lip. He seemed to be fixated as he raised the cotton again and placed it gently on her lip. Her intake of breath brought the whiff of rum from the cotton, and sea from the man before her.

‘I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you were moments ago,’ he murmured. Removing the cotton, he replaced it with his thumb, gently caressing her swollen bottom lip. ‘Fierce and wild.’

Laura thought she would die from the pleasure of his words and that bit of contact. She let her eyes slip shut for a moment to enjoy it better. She opened them again when the movement stopped, and found herself within the depths of his sea-blue eyes.

God, she wanted this. She longed to give in, to him and to herself. But as his lips moved towards hers, she found herself putting a hand against his chest to stop him.

‘We can’t,’ she said raggedly, moving slightly away from him even though she found herself unable to drop her hand from his chest.

Hook looked surprised, but not dissuaded. ‘I hate to contradict a lady, but I believe we indeed can.’ But he didn’t move any closer.

Laura shook her head, ‘No. Interoffice romances never work out.’

Hook pulled back slightly and gave her a puzzled look. ‘Pardon?’

‘We’ll be working together, practically living together,’ she said, using his distance to get out of the chair and put some distance between them. ‘It would be way too complicated.’

‘On the contrary,’ he said, rising and coming towards her, a predatory gleam in his eyes. ‘I find the situation to be quite simple.’

‘For now,’ she said, turning and moving away from him, offering Hook a pleasing view of her bare back. “But then you’ll get bored and turn me over to the crew and…’

‘What?’ Hook asked, incredulous at her last statement.

‘You’re a pirate, so I would never expect some kind of actual relationship,’ she said, keeping her back to him. ‘But I think my chances are better if I remain just a crew member.’

‘Who put that thought in your head?’ Hook asked, grabbing her arm and turning her to face him and causing that arm to slip and show him the top of her black undergarment.

‘Well my new best friend Diego tossed it out there,’ she said, jerking her arm back from him. ‘But I hardly think it’s out of the question.’

Hook narrowed his eyes at her. ‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ he scoffed.

‘Yes, I’m sure it’s unheard of for a pirate captain to tire of a woman and then let his men have their fun,’ she said, green eyes blazing up at him.

‘If I was going to do something in such bad form,’ he hissed, moving closer to tower above her, ‘do you not think that I would have had my own fun by now?’

‘Maybe this is how you have fun,’ she hissed at him, stepping closer so that they were almost touching. ‘Seduce some chick, make her think you're nice, and then toss her out on her ass.’ She shook her head. ‘I’ll be a crewmate, but I will not be your whore.’

Hook regarded her hotly for a moment, before ice slid over his features.

‘So you want to be just another member of the crew, then?’ he asked, his silky tone sending chills up her spine that she suppressed.

‘Yes.’

‘Then you can GET THE HELL OUT OF MY CABIN!’ he shouted in her face, causing her to flinch.

‘FINE!’ she shouted back. She tugged her shirt back on, fully aware that he had full view of her lace encased breasts, and stomped out, slamming the door behind her.

**Hate to leave you with a cliffhanger...actually, no, I love it! But I'll be away for the weekend. Promise an update on Monday. Remember to review!

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