Wendy's feet touched the floor of the deck lightly, and Hooks followed soon after. His eyes were hungry, holding desire, and yet it wasn't the vulgar desire he had showed to women before, he wanted her forever, he wanted all of her, he wanted her to want him just as badly as he wanted her.
They looked at each other for a few moments; Wendy's blush rising to her cheeks, Hook's eyes glistening. Slowly she turned around and headed for the cabin, Hook close behind. Halfway there he took her by the waist and pulled her close, her back to his chest.
"You drive me mad," he whispered kissing below her ear.
"We're almost there," she whispered pulling away.
"Can't… hold on…much longer," he said in mock desperation.
"Don't be so dramatic," she said with a small laugh but kissed his hand like he had done to hers so many times before.
"Then don't tease me," he whispered, bringing her own hand to his lips, but instead kissed her palm.
Chills went down her spine, and she loved the feeling. She continued to walk towards the cabin; trying to get there before Hook did anything more than kiss her hand. His hand went to her waist as she opened the cabin door, and soon his arms were wrapped around her middle, guiding her inside.
"Wendy," he nearly groaned into her ear as he lifted her up in his arms.
"What are you doing?" she giggled, and covered her mouth with her hand, she had always thought giggling was foolishly girly.
He kissed her softly and then laid her down on the bed, and then went back and closed the door.
"I don't want to share you with anyone else," he said as the door clicked shut.
When Hook woke up in the morning, Wendy was still asleep. He brushed her hair with his hand and smiled. Suddenly the smile vanished, and cold fear gripped him. He had made himself vulnerable to her. She might expect things from him; she would assume he would devote his attention to her. He began to make up more excuses, the plan, the bloody plan! His crew, what would they think? She would distract him, she would need him!
His breathing became shallow, his arms became stiff. As if sensing the change, Wendy started to shift away from him, but the fear only gripped him tighter and he brought her back in his arms. He couldn't let her go either, as much as it scared him when she was here, it terrified him to see her leave. That's when he knew he was defeated. Wendy Moira Angela Darling, a young woman whom he had watched grow up, had taken over his thoughts, and his soul.
He wasn't sure if he could handle it.
When Wendy woke up she didn't do so gracefully, to her horror. She lifted her hand and without realizing it, smacked Hook in the face.
"Oh no!" she cried out as he lifted his own hand to his nose in pain, "I'm so sorry!"
"It's fine," he assured her, giving an amused laugh, "Honestly, it's fine."
She held the blanket to her with one hand and reaching out with her free hand to push his away, "I am so sorry," she said again, "I didn't mean to hurt you."
"You didn't hit me hard enough to cause real pain," he said eying the blanket, but she hadn't noticed.
"I could you know," she said offended.
