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A man of indomitable courage, it was said of him that the only thing he shied at was the sight of his own blood, which was thick and of an unusual colour.
Bloody hell, if only I didn’t hate clocks so damn much.
The Captain clearly has daddy baggage to unpack.
“I can assure you, Captain, if I wanted you dead, I would just eat you. Every tasty little bite.”
“One: behave.” “The bloody hell do you—” “Two: don’t drink the wine. No matter what.” “Why not?” “And three: don’t ever say thank you.” “Oh please. Being polite is good form.”
He winks at me, swats me on the ass, and steps inside. I really am going to murder him. I mean it this time. More than any of the other times before.
He rolls his eyes at me. Bloody hell he has the fucking best eye roll. So sexy and rolly.
“You lose your inhibitions,” he answers. “Is that not what all alcohol does?” “You don’t get drunk, Captain.” He leans in closer so he can whisper in my ear. “You just get bold.”
“Blow jobs are a power dichotomy,” he says and sits up straighter, dusting the shell from his hands. “Most people think that being on your knees and getting railed in the face is a position of submission. But a man is never more vulnerable than he is when his cock is in someone’s mouth. Especially a mouth with sharp teeth.”
“Please accept my apologies.” I reach across the table and pat her hand. “I plan on fucking him tonight so I must decline.”
“You are a fucking menace, do you know that?” “Of course I do. I’m very good at it.” “You think you’re good at everything.” “Nonsense. I’m very bad at knitting.”
“You’re sexy when you’re angry.” “Shut up. Stop flirting with me.”
I sigh. “What are we doing, Captain?” I repeat. “We are having fun. Nothing more. Nothing less.” When I see the hurt on his face, I nearly take it back. But I can’t really have pirate captains falling for me, now can I? Especially one as handsome as Captain Hook.
“Will this night never end?” “If you’re lucky, it won’t.”
“If you know how to properly knee a man in the balls, you will never be without a weapon.”
You must escape this maddening place, I’d tell him. Before it kills you.
Maybe Wendy is secretly a dark fae (she’s not). Maybe she has designs to kill the king and marry the prince (she’ll marry that shit over my dead body). Maybe she’s a fairy godmother come to punish a wicked court (wouldn’t that be hilarious).
He likes to pretend he loves nothing, but I think he’s lying.
