A/N: Hullo faithful readers! Yes, I know. Another one. But these two are just so precious and adorable and they are so easy to write about…
I couldn't resist.
Disclaimer: Obviously a lot has changed since my last fic, and now I do own all the rights for Peter Pan! It was one of the first things Barrie did after he awoke from the dead.
Wendy sighed, annoyed. She was at yet another dinner party, and she was so very, very bored. People were revolving slowly around her, dancing to the music provided by her very own brothers, who all turned out to be excellent musicians. She got up, deciding that no one would miss her if she left, when someone walked over to her.
"May I have this dance?"
She looked up at the man proffering his hand to her. Grey green eyes, and curly, ash blond hair.
"It would be my pleasure" she replied.
He led her onto the dance floor, where they circled each other slowly.
"What is your name?" Wendy asked finally, tired of the silence.
"What is your name?" he asked slyly. Wendy blinked.
"Wendy Moira Angela Darling"
"Peter. Pankhurst"
Wendy raised an eyebrow.
"Where do you live?"
"Two streets down, turn right, and then strait on until you hit the 'morning'"
He paused at her half questioning half amused expression.
"The 'morning'? Have you not heard of it? It's the local name for the Morning Star theatre"
"Oh no, I have heard of it. But, you described your address very strangely. Is that what they put on the letters?"
"I'm afraid I don't get many letters"
"Surely your mother gets letters"
"I no longer live with my mother"
Wendy laughed, drawing closer to Peter.
"No wonder you were crying" she whispered.
Peter grinned.
"Hullo Wendy"
"Hullo Peter"
A/N: FLUFF! I do enjoy fluff. I also enjoy Peter/Wendy, and that scenario where they repeat their very first conversation with each other. So. You haven't seen the last of me.