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Not Old, Alone, Or Done For	By : onecelestialbeing Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 9343 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The captain reached for his pistol that he'd always kept within arm's reach without even looking up from the pillow when he felt Wendy's body thrashing about next to him. Hearing the young woman cry out, he cocked the firearm at the same time pushing himself up to look around the cabin.

The sun was on the cusp of rising and there was a blue glow in the cabin. Realizing that there was no one else in the room, Hook replaced his pistol in the secret niche under his bed. He turned over to look at Wendy who was still writhing slightly while crying out, her words unintelligible.

Thinking that the girl was in pain or having a bad dream, Hook was about to shake her awake until he heard her cry out his name once, then twice. There was an almost pained expression on her damp face, and then the captain realized that he could smell the musk of her arousal.

Putting two and two together, Hook realized that Wendy was in fact having a dream which entailed him, as she kept muttering "James" like a litany. Hook groaned in frustration, feeling himself growing achingly erect when he heard Wendy cry out his name in a most wanton manner.

Fisting the pillow with his good hand, Hook realized that Wendy had already gotten under his skin in more ways than one. He needed to claim her in every way that a man was able to do to a woman. He was sure that if it wasn't soon he would surely go mad.

To his immense relief the girl had suddenly grown quiet and now appeared to be sleeping deeply. Another minute of her moaning and to hell with bad form, little Wendy would have awoken to the captain pulling her delicate body against his, hitching that nightgown up around her thighs and plunging into her softness.

The essence of her arousal mingled with the floral oil she'd apparently rubbed on her skin after bathing still mingled in the air, and the captain found himself turning over facedown into his pillow, trying to rid his nostrils of the scent that did nothing to ease the aching in his loins.

Wendy stirred out of her sleep the next morning, stretching out languidly beneath the sheets. Yawning, she turned and was about to bury her face back into the pillow when she heard Hook's angry sounding voice, and then Smee apologizing for something.

Frowning slightly, she sat up in bed to see Smee leaving the cabin, and what looked like a boot flying through the air in his wake.

"What's wrong?" Wendy asked, looking at a disheveled looking captain whom sat in his favorite chair, clad in a ruffled black silk shirt and breeches.

"The man is downright deadly with a pistol or a knife, but give him a comb-"

Fighting the urge to laugh, she got out of the bed and walked over to the captain. His arms were folded across his chest, his visage most bitter. Wendy realized that the captain had just bathed, smelling traces of cologne and seeing his damp black curls hanging down his back.

Hook watched as Wendy walked over the clothes trunk across the room. Kneeling down in her nightgown, she rifled through the small piles until she found the vial of hair oil. She then pushed herself back up and froze in place, gasping when she felt an unmistakable dampness on her inner thighs.

Furtively casting a glance down at her white nightgown, there were no telltale spots of her menses. Thinking back, Wendy remembered that since coming to Neverland she'd hadn't received her monthly visitor. But what other explanation was there for the wetness between her legs?

"What is it child?" Hook asked gruffly, seeing the look of horror on Wendy's face.

"Nothing," she answered hurriedly, walking over to the captain.

Looking stern yet not saying anything, Hook watched as the girl then picked up what looked like her own feminine looking comb and walked behind him. He immediately began fussing until she chastised him to be still. She nearly keeled over with shock when he offered no further resistance.

Wendy then unstopped the little vial of oil and applied a few drops to the palm of her hand and gently massaged it into the captain's damp hair and scalp. Surprisingly the scowling man rested his head against the back of the chair and soon closed his eyes, obviously enjoying the sensation of Wendy's gentle fingers on his scalp.

Wendy grabbed small section of the damp curls, gently running the comb through the tangled ends before working her way up. Taking her time she carefully smoothed out all of the snarls and was soon able to run the comb freely through Hook's entire head.

"Sir?" she gently said, leaning over to peer into Hook's face. She couldn't believe it; he'd fallen asleep! The ferocious Captain James Hook, most feared pirate of the Seven Seas, soothed to sleep by having his hair combed.

Wendy wanted to laugh uproariously but knew that it would be improper. So doing the next best thing, she continued running her comb through the silky tresses, enjoying the slip and roll of it between her fingers. The oil lent his curls a nice sheen and the scent was appropriately masculine, chosen in the captain's favor in hopes of his enjoyment.

It was another ten minutes when Hook finally stirred, although without opening his eyes.

"Ms. Darling?" he asked, his voice still relaxed.

"Yes, Captain?" Wendy answered.

"Do you think of me as some sort of oversized porcelain doll?"

Blushing yet amused by the question, Wendy never stopped with her ministrations. "Well you do have a fine head of hair," she offered. "It's almost criminal the way you neglect it, so I thought I'd take matters into my own hands."

"Have you ever tried combing your hair with one hand?" Hook snapped opening his eyes.

Wendy stopped mid-stroke, flushing at his response. "I'm, I didn't mean-"she stammered.

"Nuances," Hook interrupted standing up. "Well let's see what sort of job you've done."

Walking over to his head, he dug in a drawer and withdrew a looking glass. Holding it up, he looked into it critically. "What did you put in it?" he asked, catching a whiff of the oil she'd used on the now perfectly formed curls.

"A hair oil…that I bought for you when I found the perfume," Wendy said nervously twisting the comb round in her hands.

Grunting in what Wendy took to mean approval; Hook set the looking glass down upon his desk. "Damn, and I've put Smee out already," he then stated, obviously verbalizing an unfinished thought.

"May I be of any assistance?" Wendy offered.

"Well…" his voice trailed off as if thinking of declining. "Fetch me that waistcoat," Hook then said gesturing to the outfit that he had Smee lay out.

Wendy walked over to pick up the heavy black brocade with gold embroidery. Bringing it over to the captain, she stood behind him and held maneuver his arms through the holes. Coming to his front, she nervously did up the small gold buttons, feeling terribly self conscious as she felt the captain's gaze burning into her flesh.

She looked up questionably when she was done, seeing two intense blue eyes staring down at her. "Would you be so kind as to help with my boots?" he asked smoothly.

Blushing at the exceedingly polite manner in which she was asked Wendy found the right boot underneath the captain's desk, and the left near the door where he'd thrown it behind Smee. Kneeling down before Hook who was sitting back in his chair, Wendy tugged the soft leather up his slim, muscular legs, yanking until they fell below his knee.

"Would you like your coat?" Wendy then asked, standing up.

"If you would be very kind," Hook replied.

Bringing over the captain's coordinating black and gold frock coat, she helped him into it. Hook then walked over to his desk and picking up his curved metal appendage, screwed it into place. He then placed his weapon sash over his head, sliding his ornate gold handled sword into the holster.

"Thank you, dear Wendy," the captain then told her, one hand on the knob of the cabin door. "I must bid you adieu for a few hours, but Smee and Paulie are lurking around should you require anything."

"Who's Paulie?" Wendy asked to no avail as the door had already slammed close.

Huffing in slight annoyance, Wendy walked back over to the bed and flopped down. Laying down flat on her stomach, she buried her face in the sheets and let out a small cry of frustration. Suddenly remembering something else, Wendy then flipped over onto her back. Pulling her nightgown up slightly, she slid one hand down between her thighs curious to examine the strange dampness.

The stickiness on her thighs nearly gone by now, Wendy probed higher until she brushed against the nether lips, copious amounts of slippery fluid coating her fingertips. Yanking her hand up to examine it, she saw that it was sticky and clear.

Nervous as to why it was suddenly there, Wendy slid her wet hand between her legs, curiously feeling around until she brushed against a spot that was more sensitive than others. Nearly yelping at the contact and the strong sensations it sent throughout her body, Wendy froze as she fought to remember something.

She'd had a dream…one that seemed so realistic. But why was she unable to remember what happened?

Then when a gasp, Wendy realized she'd dreamt about Hook. Sadly all she could remember was him kissing her, a kiss deeper than the chaste one he'd given her at his piano bench, but why did she feel a sudden flutter of nerves? It was as if an itch had taken over her entire body, one that she couldn't pinpoint an exact place for, and so deep that she unable to scratch it.

This was certainly a new feeling, one that Wendy was wholly unused to and it unnerved her slightly. She wanted to ask someone if there was something wrong with her, but who? She could only imagine what would happen if she asked Hook; he'd most likely laugh at her and tell her she was just like a girl, always simpering and whining about one thing or another.

It still didn't negate the fact that her chest grew warm and her face flushed at the mere thought of the pirate captain.

After freshening up and putting back on the green gown as the other garments hadn't been delivered yet, Wendy sat in the cabin feeling rather bored when Mr. Smee knocked at the door.

"Here ya are, Miss Wendy," he said bearing another load of parcels.

"Oh, the rest of my dresses! Thank you," Wendy said rather forlornly as she stacked her packages on top of the trunk.

"Why the long face, love?" the elderly man asked kindly.

"I guess I feel a bit…stifled in here," she admitted.

"Did the Cap'n tell you to stay put in 'is cabin?" the bosun asked.

"No," Wendy said. "But I didn't think it proper to go outside where the rest of the men are," she continued, thinking back to when she did so when she was a twelve year old child. She was a young woman now, aware of the differences.

"I'll tell ya what," Smee said conspiratorially. "You sit outside with me for a bit, yeah? 'Tis only me and Paulie and that blasted bird, the rest of the men 'ave gone off drinking and-"

Whoring was the next word on his lips but he didn't think it proper to say so to a young lady.

"Do you think it would be okay?" Wendy asked doubtfully.

"Sure thing," Mr. Smee replied. "Are ya hungry?"

Nodding thoughtfully, Wendy got up and followed behind the bosun as he held the cabin door open for her.

"Mr. Smee, may I ask you a question" Wendy said as they walked to the galley. Mr. Smee had protested, stating that she would get her pretty gown dirty from walking into the bowels of the ship but Wendy insisted that she didn't mind.

"Aye Miss Wendy."

"Who is Paulie? I remember Cookson and Bill Jukes, but not a Paulie," she said.

"Ah, the lad. He's a mute that one, can 'ear ya but won't speak. Wish he could trade places with that blasted bird," Smee answered thoughtfully. "Sure ye haven't seen 'im? He's nearly tall as the stern with a bald 'ead."

"Oh! You don't mean that vicious looking one…well he looks more vicious than the rest," Wendy countered.

"Aye, I understand. Well that he is but he wouldn't hurt ye. He's a different one, a bit soft in the head as it were but harmless. Doesn't spend his time drinking and gambling with the rest but if provoked he'll kill someone with bare hands. Why I remember-"

"That's okay, Mr. Smee thank you," Wendy interrupted politely wishing to be spared the gruesome story she was sure she was about to hear.

"Beggin' your pardon Miss Wendy," the bosun apologized. "Now what would ya like, an orange? A nice apple perhaps?" he asked, taking survey of the contents in the galley.

"May I have both?" she asked shyly, hoping she didn't appear to be a glutton.

"Sure thing miss, take as much as ya like," Mr. Smee cheerfully answered, plying her hands with as much fruit as she was able to carry.

After biting into the apple and swallowing, Wendy followed the bosun back to the upper deck of the ship.

"May I ask you something else?" she said after awhile.

"Certainly," Mr. Smee replied.

"Is the captain mad at me?"

"Now why do you think that, me dear?" he asked kindly.

"Well…" Wendy flustered, trying to explain herself. "Usually he behaves quite affably towards me, then the next minute he ignores me, as if I'm not even there," she said, a hint of sadness in her voice.

Sighing as they reached the deck, Mr. Smee pulled a stool next to the railing for Wendy to sit down. Finding another one for himself, he sat down next to her.

"He's not mad at ya," the bosun reassured, seeing the dejected look on the young woman's face.

"How do you know?" Wendy asked innocently.

"Believe me miss, if the Cap'n was mad at ya, do ya think you'd still be on 'is ship?"

Seeing the doubtful look still on Wendy's face, Mr. Smee continued. "'Tis true our Cap'n might not be accustomed to being around such a refined young lady as yourself, and is rough around the edges in such matters as it were. But believe me when I say that he made it clear no harm was to come to ya whether you be on this vessel or elsewhere. Does that sound like the words of a man who don't care?"

"Well…no…" Wendy's voice trailed off.

"Now don't you be worrying yourself miss," Mr. Smee assured. "Ah, and here comes Mr. Paulie!" he greeted.

Looking up Wendy said the same bald-headed man that showed her to the head a few nights ago. "Paulie, you remember Miss Wendy eh? Red-Handed Jill, our little storyteller!" Mr. Smee interjected happily. "Say Miss Wendy, would you mind?" he then asked rather bashfully.

"Mind what?" Wendy asked, playing with the remaining orange in her lap.

"Telling us a story!" the bosun said. Looking from Mr. Smee and up to Paulie, whom still had that dark look in his face yet, was nodding emphatically, Wendy agreed.

Wendy found it rather strange to be telling fairytales to two grown men, but both seemed to enjoy it immensely. Paulie had sat his hulking frame right on the wooden floor, his legs crossed as he hung onto every word that came from Wendy's mouth.

Three stories later, Mr. Smee excused himself saying that he had to make the rounds on the ship, and told Paulie he could stay where he was with Miss Wendy.

Wendy was now on her fifth story; Paulie listening intently as he slowly chewed on the orange that she'd given him. Despite the fact that he couldn't talk, Paulie was a most attentive audience and Wendy found that she didn't mind his company.

Two hours later Paulie was still in the same place at Wendy's feet until Smee came and shooed him away.

"I don't mind, really," Wendy told the bosun.

"It's alright love; he has chores to tend to anyway. And the crew'll be coming back lookin' for their dinner," Mr. Smee replied, extending his hand to help Wendy up from her stool.

"Well…thank you for taking the air with me," Wendy said.

"It's alright miss. Anytime ya feel yourself needin' a bit of air just give a yell, okay?"

Nodding her head in agreement, Wendy pushed open the door to the cabin. She knew that Captain Hook hadn't returned to the ship; she would have seen him from the deck. Still it didn't stop the slight pang of disappointment of returning to his empty room.

Wendy spent the rest of her afternoon reading until Smee brought in her dinner. The absentee captain was still nowhere to be found and Wendy ate alone. Mr. Smee asked if she wanted to come back out on the deck but declined as some of the men were still lingering around.

Trying her hardest to not pout, Wendy reclined on the chaise with another book in a futile attempt to distract herself. The room was quiet, almost too quiet. In the distance Wendy could hear some of the crew singing, most likely feeling jubilant after another round of drinking.

Yawning slightly, Wendy set her book open face down on her legs. She was bored yet was losing a battle trying to fight sleep. Deciding to close her eyes for a few minutes, Wendy slouched down further on the chaise and buried her head in the cushions.

A few minutes turned into three hours. Wendy turned onto her side causing the book to slide down off her lap and onto the floor with a loud thump, instantly startling her out of sleep. Sitting up, she looked around to see that she was still alone.

Wondering if the captain was outside on the deck with the crew, Wendy eased the cabin door open and tiptoed to the edge of the upper deck. Frowning when she realized it was clear, she strained her ear to listen out for his voice elsewhere on the ship, but heard nothing.

Wendy felt prickly anxiety wash over her. Stepping back into the cabin she was about to shut the door when she noticed a faint light on the steps. Thinking it was Hook she rushed back out only to see Paulie standing on the middle of the staircase.

"Paulie, do you know where the captain is?" she asked, feeling quite desperate by now. Wendy was nearly shocked when he gave a slight nod of the head. "Is he on the ship?" she pressed. When Paulie didn't nod his head in either direction she continued. "Is he out there?" Wendy asked, pointing out past the docks and into the small town. Paulie gave a small nod again.

Sighing with relief, Wendy began to make her way back inside of the cabin. "Can you wait here, please?" she asked. Holding up the lantern, Paulie stood in place on the steps without moving. After rushing to throw her newly gifted cloak over her dress, Wendy was about to step back out when she grabbed one of the oranges that Smee had brought along with her dinner from the captain's desk. Placing it in her pocket to give to Paulie she stepped back out into the night air.

"Can you take me to the captain?" she asked quietly.

Paulie stared back at Wendy, only for the young woman to look pleadingly back at him. "Please?" Wendy begged. "I promise I won't get you into trouble, and if we see the captain walking our way we'll both run, okay?

Wendy knew that she sounded childish at the moment, and she was totally unclear as to what her motive was to beg someone to escort her off the ship in the middle of the night. But as capricious as Hook's moods were, he was usually predictable and returned back to the cabin even it was slightly late. Wendy hadn't seen him all day and despite knowing that he was more than capable of handling himself in any situation, maternal instincts made her worry.

Paulie remained silent but acquiesced, turning on his heel and walking down the steps. Wendy softly walked behind him as they made their way off the ship and through the docks. Finally making the short journey into town, Wendy pulled the hook of the cloak over her head just in case they did see Hook on the way.

The captain didn't care of the men walked off the Jolly Roger at night, so long as they were back the next day in time to perform their duties. But Paulie would have had a hard time explaining, doubly so as he didn't speak, as to why he was escorting Wendy through town at night and would surely receive a lashing if caught.

Silently making their way past many of the shops that were already closed, Wendy made sure to walk closer to Paulie. The only places open now were the taverns and brothels, the second of which Wendy was ignorant to. She did notice an obviously inebriated man walking around, shouting angrily to no one in particular. Wendy could hear her Aunt Millicent saying, "the devil shows his horns at night" and suddenly she understood what the phrase meant.

Noticing that Paulie had stopped walking, they both stood in front of what looked like another tavern. "What is it?" Wendy asked, not understanding why they'd stopped.

Paulie stared back silently at Wendy. Confusion on her face, she then peered into the window of the dimly lit tavern. Searching through the throngs of people a large, ornate black hat suddenly caught her eye. 'The captain has a hat just like that,' she thought to herself, noting it's wearer was a slim woman with hair coloring similar to her own, yet her dress was cut lower in front than Wendy would dare to even dream about wearing.

The woman was spinning around and laughing, her ample bosom straining against the tight fabric. She might have been attractive had her face not been so heavily painted. Wendy was about to turn away from the window when she noticed the woman sit down on someone's knee, obviously a man as she bent her head down towards his face, the hat and her messy hair covering his features.

When the woman finally sat back up still perched on the man's knee Wendy felt as if her feet were frozen in place. Sitting beneath the woman was none other than her captain, clad in his black silk shirt and waistcoat. His ringed left hand was snaked around the woman's waist, almost comfortably as if it was used to being there, the right with his double cigar holder attached to the hook.

The two were sitting at a table with a few of the men from his ship, a sprinkle of more heavily made of women dallying nearby. Only this woman who was wearing the captain's hat whilst slivering all over him, Hook smiling and seemingly enjoying her attentions. The woman then lowered her head to bury it in Hook's neck and Wendy stamped away from the window, deciding that she'd seen enough.

Unaware that she was practically running back in the direction of the docks, Paulie had to jog along to catch up with her. Wendy's chest burned as hot tears poured down her cheeks. Biting down on her bottom lip, she pulled the cloak further down to conceal her face not wanting Paulie to see her crying.

The walk back to the ship was much shorter this time. After Wendy managed to thank Paulie for escorting her, she pulled the orange from her cloak pocket and handed it to him. Had she not been so distraught she would have noticed that the silent and usually emotionally void man gave her a shy smile before clutching onto the fruit and walking away.

Wendy made it all of three steps inside of the cabin before slumping down to the floor, leaning against the wall and sobbing furiously into her cloak. She felt like her heart had been broken when she saw the curvy woman draped over Captain Hook, and what was worse he'd reciprocated her affections!

Wendy thought back to the night where she'd cried on his chest, to which Hook wrapped his arms around her whispering consoling words. She thought back to her first kiss-her first real kiss as a young woman that he'd given her and everything else that she'd feigned memory loss to and sobbed even harder.

The next minute the captain had given Wendy the brush off, nearly treating her with disdain and she still couldn't understand why. But she'd seen it with her own eyes; Hook clearly didn't mind another woman near him while he clutched onto her form. Wendy felt ashamed for crying but found that she was unable to stop. Her chest still heaving, Wendy felt a knot in her stomach and thought that she was going to lose the remnants of her dinner.

'I made a mistake coming back here,' she thought, forcing herself to calm down. 'I am such a fool.' Wendy hated to admit it, but maybe Aunt Millicent had been right. Common sense pushing to her forethought, she hastily abandoned that idea. Gavin Benett had been an ass, and would still be an ass whether he married her or some other young unsuspecting soul.

Still sitting on the floor, her blue velvet cloak in a heap surrounding her body, Wendy found herself staring into a low burning candle set across from her. Her lashes were still damp with tears, blurring her vision every so often. Slowly Wendy's breathing returned to normal and worn out from crying, she fell asleep without moving from her place.

What the young woman didn't realize was that someone else had heard her crying. Paulie had gotten a few feet away from the cabin when he'd heard a low keening wail, a cry so fierce it was able to be heard through the thick wooden door.

Paulie might not have been able to speak but he was far from dimwitted. He knew where the captain was and what he was doing, and it was the last place an innocent girl like Wendy needed to see. But Paulie found it hard to deny Wendy's request especially when she looked up at him, sadness lingering in her grey blue eyes.

Besides Smee she'd been the only one to actually talk to him like he was a person; the rest of the crew either shouted at him or ignored him completely. Wendy was akin to a little sister that he'd never had, what with her story telling and sharing her fruit with him.

He'd stayed outside of the cabin listening to her cry steadily for five minutes. After awhile everything had gotten silent and it worried him. Paulie knew there would be hell to pay had the captain seen him walking uninvited into his cabin, but he had to make sure Wendy was alright. Moving his lantern about he found her curled up into a ball on the floor, fast asleep with streaks of tears still on her face. Setting the lantern down, Paulie picked up Wendy's feather light body up and placed her on the chaise. He then hastily retrieved his lantern and ducked out of the cabin before anyone could see him.

Wendy was startled out of her sleep when she heard a sudden movement in the room. She opened her eyes and waited for them to adjust to the dark, realizing that she was looking at a very much inebriated Captain Hook across from her whom seemed to have trouble standing up.

Jumping up from the chaise, briefly wondering how she'd gotten there for a second, Wendy walked over to the unsteady man and after removing his hat guided him over to his desk.

"There she is lads! There's my sweet girl," he said in a louder tone than he usually used.

Despite the fact that his very presence angered her to no end, Wendy still made an attempt to help the captain whom up until now she'd never seen so drunk. "Where have you been love?" he asked, blearily looking down at Wendy.

"Here, right where you left me," she bristled, easily pushing him down into his favorite chair. "I don't need to ask where you've been." Still wearing her cloak, Wendy knelt down before Hook and began to pull off his leather boots. Languidly slouching back in the chair, he looked down unsteadily at Wendy.

"Be a darling would you, and light a few more candles. It's terribly dark in here," he said.

Looking up at the captain as if he'd gone mad, Wendy got up anyway and lit the candelabra on the desk. Feeling his gaze burning into her skin, Wendy turned around to see that Hook's eyes were bloodshot, faint traces of lipstick on both his cheeks and neck.

Feeling her anger beginning to well again, Wendy turned on her heel to walk away when she felt a strong hand clasp over her wrist. Despite being drunk past the point of reason, the captain's reflexes were still intact.

"Let go of me," Wendy said, hostility in her voice.

"Come sit with me, dear girl. I've missed you," Hook said breathily, yanking Wendy to sit down on his lap. Wendy sighed heavily as he wrapped both arms tightly around her waist, burying his nose into the crook of her neck. "You smell so delicious," he murmured. "So clean and sweet, unlike-"

"Unlike the other woman that you had sitting on the same knee you have me on?" Wendy interrupted quietly. Seething with anger, she tried to get up from Hook's lap only for him to yank back around her middle, keeping her firmly in place.

"My sweet, little innocent Wendy. She meant nothing to me, I promise you. Now give us a kiss?"

Hissing in outrage, Wendy wrenched out of his arms and jumped to her feet. "How dare you?" she all but screamed. "You don't even have the decency to deny that fact that you had that woman clambering all over you!"

"I've never lied to you Ms. Darling. Why would I start now?" Hook asked as he grinned crookedly at the angry young woman standing before him.

"That is not true and you know it!" she cried.

"Another nuance," he continued. Seeing the dark look on her face, he heaved himself to his feet. "Touché. Alright my dear, I mean at this present time, I've not lied to you. Now about that kiss."

Snaking his left arm around Wendy's waist, Hook pulled her body against his only for the young woman to push back against his chest. Cringing at she smelt the whiskey on his breath mingling with the cheap musk that the heavily painted woman must have worn, kissing Hook was the furthest thing from Wendy's mind.

"No!" she yelped, feeling the captain attempt to press his lips against hers. "You have another woman's lipstick all over your face and you expect me to kiss you, unhand me!"

Oblivious to Wendy's words or her struggling, Hook walked forward taking the young woman with him and roughly used his left arm to hoist her up and sit her on the edge of the desk. Protesting to no avail, Wendy's small hand pressed against Hook's shoulder as he kept advancing on her. "Stop!" she cried, her words stifled by kisses that grew rougher by the minute.

Hook's beard and mustache was an irritation as it pressed into her delicate skin, his arm tightly wound about her waist as his fingers dug painfully into her flesh. "Wendy," the man groaned into her ear, pulling her body against his. Feeling the panic rising within her, Wendy tried getting the captain away from her with arms and legs to no avail. Pinning her tightly against the desk, Hook was now between her legs, her arms mashed between their chests, causing Wendy to become completely immobilized.

"Captain, stop!" she cried, tears sliding down her cheeks again.

Through his alcohol induced haze, Hook didn't realize that beneath him instead of a woman clamoring to be kissed lay a terrified looking girl, her face shining with tears and body trembling in fear.

He'd wanted to kill that whore for tricking him. After handling the never ending list of tasks that had to be done, Hook had spent hours at the tavern drinking with some of the crew men. Some had already passed out but the captain always had an affinity for liquor and thus could drink many under a table. However on his night he'd gone overboard, trying to numb the lust for Wendy that had consumed him.

A pretty wench had walked by, her hair the same rich brown kissed with honey that Wendy had. Seeing the woman from behind, through his whiskey goggles he'd in fact thought it to be Wendy and had called out her name. The whore had turned around and seeing the drunk, well dressed and obviously wealthy pirate captain, sauntered over to his table.

"I'll be whoever you want me to be, dearie," she'd naughtily whispered in his ear before settling down on his knee. Catching the eyes of the other women that had been working the room with her, they both sat down at the table. They attempted to gain the attention of the men sitting down and when that failed, turned their charms onto the captain. Hook, on that other hand was too far gone to notice the other women, and was too preoccupied with the one on his knee.

When she'd gone to press her lips against his, the captain had jumped slightly as if knocked into sobriety. Smelling the cloying musk the woman had dabbed on her neck and between her breasts, Hook opened his eyes and realized that it was not his Wendy on his knee, but a cheap whore with a heavily painted face.

Looking up with disgust, the captain realized that the wench proudly bore his favorite black and gold hat. He snatched it off her head and, most likely yanking at some hair pins as she cried out and grabbed at her hair.

"My senses haven't totally eluded me madam," he drawled placing his hat back upon his own head and reaching for the frock coat draped over his chair. "No one touches the hat."

Right then he'd gotten up from the table and left the tavern, slowly ambling his way back to his ship. After entering his cabin, the sweet scent of Wendy kissed his nostrils. If at all possible he would bury himself in her very essence.

As if on cue she'd woken up from her place on his chaise and walked over to him. The next thing Hook knew he'd lost control and had Wendy pinned beneath him on his desk.

"Captain!" Wendy cried, still struggling beneath the dazed man.

His pleasures were fast mounting and Wendy felt something rigid pressing against her core, Hook's fingers clumsily pulling at the fabric of her dress.

It was that moment that Wendy remembered the dream from the other night, the one that eluded her. She remembered being lifted onto the desk and nothing but pleasure after that, but this was far from her dream.

Hook really did have her pinned beneath him and it seemed had no intentions of letting her go. Wendy's innocent mind was unable to contrive what specifically he intended to carry out. Her body trembled like a leaf from head to toe, the fear worse than when he'd had her standing blind folded at the tip of the plank.

As far as Wendy was concerned, Captain Hook hadn't changed and was a liar. He promised that he'd never take a woman against her will, yet she cried and writhed and begged for him to let go of her and his grip on her body never once slackened.

"Captain!" she cried, feeling cool air swirling against her bare legs as Hook managed to get her dress and cloak halfway up past her knee. "Captain!" she cried again, pushing against his chest while turning her head trying to avoid more of his rough kisses. "JAMES!"

The captain suddenly froze at hearing his birth name being spoken. As if being snapped out of his reverie, Hook let go of Wendy causing her to fall back weakly onto the desk. Standing silently before her, he watched as Wendy fought to catch her breath, her chest still heaving slightly. When she finally sat up, the candlelight illuminated the wetness on her face, a look of pure hatred in her eyes.

Realizing what he'd nearly done, the captain began apologizing profusely to the young woman. He was silenced with a sharp slap to the face, as a still crying Wendy jumped down from the desk and fled from the cabin.
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