Embracing Darkness

Wendy shrugged off her inhibitions, and climbed into the bed wearing nothing more than the gauzy nightgown that had been included in the pile of dresses she had been given. The precious silk draped gracefully over her curves but did little to conceal the creamy skin beneath. She closed her eyes, and lay in anticipation for Hook to finish his meal, and join her. Although she gave every appearance of being asleep, the muscles in her body were tense in waiting. She forced her breathing to slow, and prayed that it would be over soon.

When it had seemed like an eternity had passed, the lantern was turned off, and she felt the bed sink as he sat on the bed. She felt the coolness of the night air on her legs as he lifted the blanket to climb under, and willed herself not to move. When he had lain down next to her, she rolled over and pretended to unknowingly shift in her sleep. She arched her back, to place the front of her body in contact with the side of his arm, curling around him. She stifled a smile when she felt him jerk slightly at the sudden contact. He flipped over to face her, but she continued to pretend to be asleep. He whispered her name, and she mentally congratulated herself on her ability to maintain a neutral expression. She nearly jumped when she felt Hook's fingers begin to lightly brush her shoulder. He traced along her arm, then back up to her shoulder, where he slid the strap of her nightgown off. His feather light fingers then traveled from her collarbone to the front of her throat. Wendy began to seriously doubt her resolve to pretend when his hand then moved towards her cleavage. He skimmed along the top of each breast, and she thought for sure he would call her ruse if he felt her heart pounding in her chest. To her sheer relief, his trespassing fingers moved back up her chest and up her neck. They stopped briefly at her lips before he removed them. She nearly sighed at the sudden lack of contact, and realized to her surprise that she had been greatly enjoying, was even aroused by those magical touches. No matter though, her response to Hook's actions had shown her that she wasn't completely out of control in this situation; Hook had done exactly what she wanted, without so much as a word on her part. Her only struggle now in this plan that would hopefully lead to her freedom was controlling her own desires.