Title: Asking to be Panned
Author: Squeezynz
Chapter: The First - Setting the tone of this piece
Rated: PG13 for all the nudge nudge, wink wink going on.
Humour - parody - taking the piss - whatever you want to call it. I was trawling the PP section of and so many of the fics I read, and no offense intended to the writers, but they all started with either the first line, or the first paragraph with Wendy sitting gazing up at the stars from her bedroom window - so, I decided to take my own poke at this particular cliche. Hopefully you will get a giggle out of this, its a romance (of course) with a healthy dose of smut thrown in to spice up the levity. I like to think of this as my Jabberwocky of Peter Pan.
Much amusement and adjectives abound, forsooth.
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Author's Note: Apologies for those waiting for the continuation of Whither by Moonlight, but my muse has gone bye-byes for the moment with that story. Instead I'm hoping that a foray into a different but similar genre will kick-start the creative juices again.
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Wendy sat by the window.
Well sitting was rather a poor description, she tended to drape, rather than just sit. She spent hours arranging the fall of her voluminous, but prettily decorated nighty, twitching each errant fold into the precise position, before turning her head and tilting it up to gaze once more out of the window, into the starry starry night, her skin shining alabaster white in the moonlight.
Of course the winter played havoc with her pose, her arms and legs shaking with the cold, her forehead creasing in a disfiguring frown as she worried about the fall of her hair and the overall look of the picture and whether her pretty nose was turning red.
She often worried so much she didn't notice when she nodded off, her head hitting the window sill with a dull thunk.
When she awoke, an hour or so later and dragged herself to bed, she grumped to herself about enchanting boys who persisted in being tardy and weather that refused to co-operate and provide a balmy evening for second-star-to-the-right gazing.
But despite the bruises on her head and her poor red nose, Wendy maintained her vigil for two whole years, convinced beyond reason that Peter couldn't possibly have forgotten about her, she had given him her hidden-kiss, for heaven's sake.
In those two fleeting years, Wendy grew, and grew, and continued to grow in all the right places, her body developing curves and dips, hollows and swells, until she forgot all about her formerly featureless torso and reveled in her now pleasingly plump proportions.
After a particularly lengthy and cold vigil, she fell asleep as usual, snoring slightly, her poor bruised head resting against the cold painted wood of the window ledge.
Outside her window, a figure hovered, his eyes on the girl so carelessly draped across the sill, his arms crossed over his chest as the cold night air made his exposed nipples as hard a buttons. Leaves, he had discovered, were a poor replacement for a good thick blanket, the London weather as far removed from Neverlands warm shores as it was possible.
Shivering, Peter floated closer, his teeth starting to chatter.
Wendy awoke with a start, her hand reaching up to rub at the sore spot in the center of her forehead, her eyes screwed shut as she grimaced, albeit very prettily. A sound made her open one eye, her mouth dropping open as she perceived the boy hovering just outside her window.
"Good gracious.......Peter!"
"Damn it's cold......let me in Wendy......."
Opening her other eye, Wendy proceeded to bat her eyelashes, not sure whether to be ecstatic that the wretch had finally returned or thoroughly cross with her less than gracious greeting from the horrid boy. "Oh.....I see, no hello, no nice to see you, just let me in?"
"Okay.....Hi, how are ya......now let me in!"
Pouting, Wendy flounced to her feet, heedless of her nightgown, now all creased and not at all prettily draped, and pushed the sash right up, giving Peter room to climb inside, his feet leaving grubby prints on the paint work. Scowling at the black footprints, Wendy heaved the window shut.
"Do you have a blanket or something.......I'm freezing my nuts off here."
Shutting her mouth with a snap, Wendy approached her bed and pulled the pink frilly comforter off, tossing it to Peter who caught it deftly and wrapped it around his shoulders.
Tapping her very clean foot on the carpet, her arms folded across her chest carefully (so as not to squash her nicely rounded and shapely bosom), Wendy surveyed Peter from behind her ludicrously long lashes.
"Well you took your time?"
"Huh!....yeah, well, I've been busy.......do you have anything to eat? I'm starving."
"Oh......well.....um.......no. I can get you something, if you like?"
"Sure......do you have any hot chocolate....and those little marshmallow thingies....and if you could put it in that special cup?"
"The Toby jug shaped like a pirate?"
Peter grinned at Wendy, his eyes glinting as he nodded vigorously.
"No.....sorry, no hot chocolate, no marshmallow's and no Toby jug."
"Oh.....bugger.....then can I have a cup of tea?"
"Nope."
"What can I have......?"
"You could have a thimble."
Wendy smiled at him, her lashes fluttering as she slowly wetted her lips, leaving them as plump and kissable as a peach.
Peter eyed her warily, the last thimble he'd had from Wendy had precipitated a whole host of strange events, not least Peter turning a bright pink and making him grow eight whole inches in the two years since he'd last seen her. His leaves were now quite uncomfortably tight. Where before they'd been down to his knees, they were now at mid thigh, the waistline well below his navel, leaving him with nothing more than the bare minimum of decent coverings. It was also damn silly to have his legs sticking out, so exposed and hairy, giving Tinkerbell a great deal to laugh about when she caught Peter trying to tug the leaves down a little further.
"No thank you.....I'll have the tea instead."
"Oh really.......well, if you don't want a thimble, what have you come for?"
"You, of course."
"Oh Peter," Wendy gushed, clasping her hands against her chest. "You do love me, after all."
Peter looked a little taken aback, eyeing Wendy's heaving bosom with interest, but not liking the strange fluttering of her eyelashes.
"Eh!....er, I don't love you.......at least, I don't think I do.....I'm the Pan," He dropped the pink comforter and adopted his trademark stance, feet apart, arms akimbo, fists on hips, his chin tilted, smug smirk in place. Wendy's eager face slipped a little, her clasped hands dropping from her shapely bosom to rest by her sides.
"But if you don't want a thimble," Peter shook his head, "and you don't love me," again Peter shook his head. "Why did you come back at all?"
"Oh......well......I was bored."
For a moment, Wendy just stared at Peter, her lashes blinking once then twice in shock.
"You. Were. Bored?"
Finding his heroic stance a trifle awkward, Peter relaxed and bent to pick up the pink comforter again, tucking it around himself like a toga, looking down to see his black toes peeking out from the frilled edging.
"YOU-WERE-BORED!"
"I heard you the first time.....and you're only repeating what I've already said......and why are you repeating what I said?"
Wendy's face started to go from a prettily coloured creamy pink, to a gloriously outraged fiery red.
"Have you any idea how many nights I've sat by my window, staring at that dratted star, arranging myself just so, in the hopes of you returning from Neverland?"
"Er......no."
"Well......it was lots!"
"I don't remember asking you to wait," Peter sounded aggrieved, taking a step back from the angry girl working herself into a fit in front of him. "For that matter.....why didn't you come to Neverland?"
Scowling horribly, her prettily pouting lips compressed into a thin line, Wendy clenched her dainty fists and stepped right up to Peter until they stood toe to grubby toe. "How can I fly to Neverland if I don't have any fairy dust, Mister Smarty Pants?"
Finding Wendy literally in his face, Peter decided to use a diversionary tactic to save his skin. Pursing his lips, Peter gave Wendy a thimble, leaving a lovely smear of dirt on her cheek from his own, less than clean face.
Wendy froze, her eyes opening wide before throwing her arms around Peter and soundly kissing him, her prettily rounded bosom pressed to the hard wall of his chest as he staggered back a step, the pink comforter dropping to the floor as he held onto her waist to get his balance.
"Oh Peter....I knew you had to love me....." Wendy sighed, all anger and scowls gone, her face once more soft and welcoming.
Thinking to himself that if this was going to be her reaction every time he gave her a thimble, he'd wear his lips out before sunrise, Peter tried to unwind Wendy's arms from around his neck, only to feel them tighten as she wriggled against him, her mouth smiling widely.
"Look here Wendy.....I didn't come back here to.....er...give you a thimble, as pleasant as it is....I came back to see if you wanted to have another adventure,"
"Give me a thimble and I'll think about it," Wendy replied, her eyes all dreamy and soft.
"But...." Peter started to protest only to find himself once more thoroughly thimbled, his body starting to feel all tingly and tickly the more Wendy pressed herself to him. To his everlasting embarrassment, part of his body started to rise, his tightly fitted leaves a poor camouflage for his body's unfortunate reactions to having a Wendy pressed all over him. Breaking his lips from her embrace, Peter shoved Wendy hard, sending her flying to land on her back on the bed, her hair covering her face.
"Will you stop that?" Peter almost shouted, his hands grabbing for the pink comforter although his body was now toasty and warm and not entirely from just the bed cover.
Wendy wrestled with her long hair for a moment, annoyed that Peter didn't seem to want to kiss her for very long, but also ecstatic that he had kissed her at all. Finally flipping the last of her glossy, honey coloured locks over her shoulder, Wendy pushed herself off the bed and sat on the edge, careful to arrange her nighty appropriately prettily.
Seeing that she was not going to fly at him again, Peter relaxed slightly, the comforter slipping from his shoulders to hang down one arm. Taking a step, Peter started to pace, finding the pink frills clustered around his ankles, making it difficult to pace with authority. Wendy just watched, her eyes half closed, lost in some dream world as her fingers plucked at the folds of her nightgown.
"Wendy!" Peter's irritated voice snapped her from her revery, bringing her eyes back to his.
"Yes Peter....did you say something about an adventure?"
"Er.....yes, if you like.....but don't keep doing that.....thimbling thing....its caused enough trouble already,"
"Oh......what sort of trouble?" Wendy asked wide eyed, her mouth pouting into a moue of curiosity.
Peter gestured to himself impatiently, "I would think that was obvious......look at me......look at my leaves......nothing fits!" As soon as he said it, Peter regretted asking her to look at his leaves, the bulge of his body unfortunate reaction still evident. As Wendy's eyes wandered his lanky frame, frankly appreciative, Peter whisked the pink cover around his waist again, hiding his embarrassment. "And that's not all...since I......since we.....I've been chased all over the island by females!!"
"What?" Wendy stopped her perusal of Peter's new appearance and focused her attention on his words. Realising he now had her full attention, Peter hitched the pink frills a little higher.
"I never knew Tiger Lily could run so fast, or that the mermaids could leap out of the water so high." Peter continued, sounding most annoyed. "Tiger Lily almost caught me one time," Peter started to warm to his tale, his eyes gleaming and his face animated. "She ambushed me while I slept, leaping on me and pressing her face all over me," He flung out his arm, illustrating how he defended himself, "but I threw her off, rolling to the side and drew my knife." Peter slashed the air, the pink comforter falling to the floor as he danced about, his hand slicing the air. "We fought, slashing and hacking, her tomahawk against my dagger, it went on for hours!"
Wendy had folded her arms across her chest, her mouth once more in a grim line, jealousy gnawing at her stomach as she listened to Peter's elaborate telling of what would have been a minor skirmish between him and the Indian princess.
"Did you gut her, Peter?" Wendy asked archly, her eyebrows raised as Peter halted his over enthusiastic narrative, his arm raised for the killing blow. Lowering his arm, he grinned sheepishly at Wendy.
"Not exactly.....I flew away."
"Then what happened with the Mermaids?"
"Ah, well that was the other day.....I was fishing of Dead Man's rock, when one of them tried to pull me into the sea. Before I could get away, there were half a dozen, all tugging at my leaves, I was stripped bare before I could get away...." Peter sounded so indignant that Wendy smothered a smile, her eyes dancing as Peter crossed his arms over his chest protectively, trying to look unfazed by all the strange attention.
"And you don't know why they wanted to.....strip you bare?"
"No!.....I mean, I've grown a bit, I'll grant you....and I guess that means I'm growing up.....but what's with all you females that you have to grab a man's......you know.....all the time!"
"Did Tiger Lily?" Wendy asked, trying hard to keep a straight face while also wanting to scratch the Indian girls eyes out. Peter nodded, his mouth grim.
"And now you keep wanting to thimble me....I almost wish there were no blasted girls anywhere in Neverland!"
Choking down a laugh, Wendy batted her eyes once more and rose to her feet. Slowly she approached the skittish boy, her hands held behind her back, her pleasingly rounded hips swaying enticingly, Peter's eyes irresistibly drawn to the outline of her curves through the filmy nightdress.
"If I promise not to thimble you until you ask me to, and I promise not to grab your.....er....you know what's, can I come back to Neverland with you?"
"Oh....er.....alright. Do you want to bring your brother's again?"
Wendy leant forward slightly, her lips close to Peter's ear.
"Not this time......it'll just be you.....and me!"
Peter shivered as Wendy's warm breath bathed his ear, his hand coming up to rub at it as she walked away from him.
"I'll never understand why girls have to do that....it makes it itch!"
"So Peter.....when do you want to fly me back to Neverland?"
"Well....now I suppose," He eyed the filmy nightdress disparagingly. "Don't you have anything better to wear than that silly thing?"
"This came from the best modiste in Bloomsbury....its a peignoir, very chic."
"Very impractical if you ask me," He flicked a hand at the drapery as Wendy wafted past. The silky folds slid over the back of his hand, his fingers grabbing for the material, finding it elusive as Wendy circled him. "You really need something.....er...a bit more.....hardy."
"Don't you like my nightdress?" Wendy purred as she leant towards Peter, her perfectly rounded bosom drawing Peter's eyes as she preened in front of him, his leaves giving up the unequal task of trying to hide his burgeoning reaction.
"Very nice," Peter managed to strangle out, his voice an octave higher as he struggled to stuff himself one handed back into his unhelpful costume. Backing away from Wendy, Peter came up against the edge of a dressing table, the sharp corner digging into his hip and making him yelp. Wendy followed, backing him into the corner, her hair swirling around her shoulders as she swayed towards him.
"I wore it especially for you Peter." Having bailed up her prey, Wendy plucked the pink coverlet from her quarries nerveless fingers before pressing herself against him, her lips enticing him to ravage her, her body exciting him to the edge of insanity.
"I guess it doesn't really matter what you wear," He managed to squeak a second before Wendy closed the slight gap between them and fastened her lips on his, her hands roaming over the planes of his chest before wandering down to explore the edges of his shrinking costume. Just as Wendy fastened her greedy fingers on his raging libido, the sound of footsteps approaching the bedroom door intruded on the tender moment.
"Wendy....you still awake?"
The booming voice of her father made Wendy spring back from her erstwhile love as if he'd burst into flames. In point of fact Peter felt like he had caught on fire, but he ruthlessly squelched his desire in the face of being caught in flagrante delicto by Wendy's father.
"Oh god.....he can't catch you here.....under the bed, quickly!"
"What?"
"I said get under the bed, you idiot, are you deaf?"
"Why on earth would I want to hide there.......its too small and cramp!"
"You'll be small and cramped if my father catches you in here....now get under the bed!"
Grumbling to himself, Peter squeezed his lanky frame under the lacy frill and scooted under the bed just as the door started to open. Wendy plucked the pink comforter off the floor and flung it onto her covers, her bare foot kicking at the grubby appendage still sticking out from under her counterpane, a muffled yelp the only reply as she hurried pinned a smile to her face, clutching the edges of her peignoir together and prepared to greet her parent.
George Darling pushed the door open but didn't actually enter the bedroom, his nearsighted eyes peering into the room as he leant forward, his glasses glinting in the light from the low burning gaslight.
"Ah....dearest, not abed yet?"
"I was just about to get into bed when you called, Daddykins."
"Ah.....yes....your Mother sent me, thought she heard something."
"Heard something?"
"Ah....yes.....a bump."
"Oh...well, nothing here to cause a bump....just me...going to bed."
"Ah....yes....well then, goodnight Wendy dear....sleep well."
"I will....goodnight dearest Daddypooh."
With a faint smile, George Darling shut the door, his footsteps keeping Wendy in place until they faded into nothing. Satisfied her Father had truly gone, Wendy dropped to the floor and lifted the edge of her frilly bed edging, leaning forward to peer into the dusty underneath.
Peter was afforded a front-row view of Wendy's delectable cleavage, her perfectly rounded bosom almost spilling out of her neckline as she leant down. Peter felt his flagging manhood suddenly spring back into life, a groan forcing its way out as he blushed hotly.
"What's the matter Peter? Are you in pain?"
"No....now move out the way,"
Wendy held up the frill while Peter hauled himself out, panting slightly as he unwound his long limbs from under the bed. His hair was sticking up, looking attractively messy, his face still hot from his flush as he knelt in front of Wendy who had dropped the frill and sat on her heels staring at him.
"What?"
"Oh nothing....just that you are quite the most impossibly handsome boy I have ever seen...."
"You think so?"
"Oh yes....I've met hundreds of boys..." She paused, seeing Peter's face screw up into a scowl of jealousy. "But none could hold a candle to you Peter...." She smiled slightly as Peter swapped the scowl for a smug smile, soaking up her flattery. Climbing to her feet, Wendy stood for a moment, well aware that with Peter still sitting on the carpet, his eyes were level with her enticing nether regions, inadequately covered by the thin layers of her negligee. With a flip of her hair she turned away and sauntered over to her chest-of-drawers, humming to herself. Peter remained kneeling on the carpet, his gaze fixed as he experienced a pleasant buzz, his nose still twitching from the pleasant aroma of warm Wendy.
"What would you suggest Peter? My mulberry walking dress? My emerald riding habit? Or what about my peacock blue day dress?"
"Huh?"
Straightening up from where she'd been bending over a drawer, displaying her perfectly rounded derriere to the room, Wendy twirled to face Peter, smiling to see him still kneeling on the carpet, his expression slightly out-of-focus.
"Peter, get up silly."
Shaking his head, Peter leapt to his feet and adopted his stance, feet braced and hands on hip. After a second he dropped his hands, feeling a little silly, and decided to fold them across his chest instead.
"I said, what do you think would be suitable for Neverland?"
"I don't know....something......you can climb a tree in."
"Oh...I'm not sure I have anything like that...."
"Then I'll have to leave you behind....goodbye...." Before he had a chance to turn to the window, Wendy had flown across the room in a flurry of silken skirts and flattened herself with her back to the window glass, her arms spread out to prevent him leaving.
"Oh no you don't.....I've waited quite long enough for you to come back, I'm not about to let a little thing like clothes stop me going back to Neverland.....wait right here."
She waited until Peter shrugged and turned away from the window, walking negligently over to her bed and plumping himself down on it.
"Just hurry up will you....we haven't got all night."
With a grin Wendy hurried out of her room, careful to check the corridor before silently jogging to her brother's room and slipping inside. John was away, staying with a school friend, so Wendy didn't hesitate to riffle through her brothers clothes, choosing a few items before padding back to her room triumphantly.
Peter was where she'd left him, idly tossing his dagger into the air and catching it after each flip, his legs crossed under him as he sat on her bed.
"I just have to get changed....won't be a tick."
Diving behind the ornate screen in the corner, Wendy dumped the clothes on the floor and started to divest herself of her nightdress. She threw it over the top edge of the screen, peeping through the gap to see Peter staring back at her, his eyes fixed on the filmy negligee so carelessly draped above her.
"Wendy?"
"Yes Peter?"
"You could bring that......er....dress thing with you, if you want."
"But I thought you said...."
"Yeah....well, you'll have to have something to sleep in....."
Grinning to herself, Wendy twitched the filmy negligee back over the screen before hurriedly buttoning up the shirt she'd filched from John's drawer. It reached to just above her knees and she was tempted to walk out to show Peter, but she resisted, instead pulling the brown trousers up her slim legs and buttoning the fly before pulling the belt around her waist and cinching it tightly over the shirt to both hold up the trousers and keep the shirt from ballooning out. Finally she rolled up the shirt sleeves and trouser legs before gathering up her nightdress and stepping out from behind the screen.
"Will this do, do you think?"
She twirled, the boyish trousers outlining her legs and bottom, the shirt straining against her breasts which bounced slightly as she turned. Peter watched the display dry mouthed. Somehow she had managed to create an outfit that was even more provocative than the previous one. As Wendy walked towards him over the carpet, she primped the collar of the shirt, undoing the top three buttons to make a tantalizing v-neck that hinted at a cleavage.
"Peter?"
Swallowing hard, Peter climbed off the bed and edged his way around her, his eyes unable to tear themselves away from her body until he clapped a hand over them, his other hand reaching blindly for the window.
"We need to go......now......" He rasped, his fingers finding the window and scrabbling to pull it up and open.
"Its a lot easier if you open your eyes...." Wendy purred, reaching past him to release the catch, her body brushing his so that he jumped back as if stung by a spark of static.
"I'm not sure this is such a great idea....maybe I should go back....er....without...."
"Oh I don't think so Peter......" Bundling up her nightdress, Wendy stuffed it into a small valise, along with a few other essentials before closing the bag and hooking it over her arm. "Now....you did remember to bring some fairy dust didn't you?"
"Er...what? Oh...yes..." Pulling out a pouch from what remained of his leaves, Peter took out a pinch of brightly coloured dust and sprinkled it over Wendy's head. The gold glitter rained down and Wendy smiled, feeling the lightness fill her, her toes leaving the carpet as she squealed delightedly. Peter also grinned smugly, following her up until they were both floating just below her ceiling.
"Ready Wendy?"
"Oh yes Peter.....take me away to Neverland.....please."
Threading his fingers through hers, Peter drew them back down to the floor and they climbed out of the window and stood on the ledge. The sky above them was ablaze with stars, the wind chill as they prepared to leave on another adventure. With a jump they flew into the air, Wendy's hair streaming over her shoulders as they ascended over the sooty chimneys and roofs of London, their bodies becoming a sparkly streak of light as they escaped the confines of the earth and traveled the magical route to the second star on the right.
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Okay......whatcha think....worth continuing? teehee
Humour - parody - taking the piss - whatever you want to call it. I was trawling the PP section of and so many of the fics I read, and no offense intended to the writers, but they all started with either the first line, or the first paragraph with Wendy sitting gazing up at the stars from her bedroom window - so, I decided to take my own poke at this particular cliche. Hopefully you will get a giggle out of this, its a romance (of course) with a healthy dose of smut thrown in to spice up the levity. I like to think of this as my Jabberwocky of Peter Pan.
Much amusement and adjectives abound, forsooth.
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Author's Note: Apologies for those waiting for the continuation of Whither by Moonlight, but my muse has gone bye-byes for the moment with that story. Instead I'm hoping that a foray into a different but similar genre will kick-start the creative juices again.
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Wendy sat by the window.
Well sitting was rather a poor description, she tended to drape, rather than just sit. She spent hours arranging the fall of her voluminous, but prettily decorated nighty, twitching each errant fold into the precise position, before turning her head and tilting it up to gaze once more out of the window, into the starry starry night, her skin shining alabaster white in the moonlight.
Of course the winter played havoc with her pose, her arms and legs shaking with the cold, her forehead creasing in a disfiguring frown as she worried about the fall of her hair and the overall look of the picture and whether her pretty nose was turning red.
She often worried so much she didn't notice when she nodded off, her head hitting the window sill with a dull thunk.
When she awoke, an hour or so later and dragged herself to bed, she grumped to herself about enchanting boys who persisted in being tardy and weather that refused to co-operate and provide a balmy evening for second-star-to-the-right gazing.
But despite the bruises on her head and her poor red nose, Wendy maintained her vigil for two whole years, convinced beyond reason that Peter couldn't possibly have forgotten about her, she had given him her hidden-kiss, for heaven's sake.
In those two fleeting years, Wendy grew, and grew, and continued to grow in all the right places, her body developing curves and dips, hollows and swells, until she forgot all about her formerly featureless torso and reveled in her now pleasingly plump proportions.
After a particularly lengthy and cold vigil, she fell asleep as usual, snoring slightly, her poor bruised head resting against the cold painted wood of the window ledge.
Outside her window, a figure hovered, his eyes on the girl so carelessly draped across the sill, his arms crossed over his chest as the cold night air made his exposed nipples as hard a buttons. Leaves, he had discovered, were a poor replacement for a good thick blanket, the London weather as far removed from Neverlands warm shores as it was possible.
Shivering, Peter floated closer, his teeth starting to chatter.
Wendy awoke with a start, her hand reaching up to rub at the sore spot in the center of her forehead, her eyes screwed shut as she grimaced, albeit very prettily. A sound made her open one eye, her mouth dropping open as she perceived the boy hovering just outside her window.
"Good gracious.......Peter!"
"Damn it's cold......let me in Wendy......."
Opening her other eye, Wendy proceeded to bat her eyelashes, not sure whether to be ecstatic that the wretch had finally returned or thoroughly cross with her less than gracious greeting from the horrid boy. "Oh.....I see, no hello, no nice to see you, just let me in?"
"Okay.....Hi, how are ya......now let me in!"
Pouting, Wendy flounced to her feet, heedless of her nightgown, now all creased and not at all prettily draped, and pushed the sash right up, giving Peter room to climb inside, his feet leaving grubby prints on the paint work. Scowling at the black footprints, Wendy heaved the window shut.
"Do you have a blanket or something.......I'm freezing my nuts off here."
Shutting her mouth with a snap, Wendy approached her bed and pulled the pink frilly comforter off, tossing it to Peter who caught it deftly and wrapped it around his shoulders.
Tapping her very clean foot on the carpet, her arms folded across her chest carefully (so as not to squash her nicely rounded and shapely bosom), Wendy surveyed Peter from behind her ludicrously long lashes.
"Well you took your time?"
"Huh!....yeah, well, I've been busy.......do you have anything to eat? I'm starving."
"Oh......well.....um.......no. I can get you something, if you like?"
"Sure......do you have any hot chocolate....and those little marshmallow thingies....and if you could put it in that special cup?"
"The Toby jug shaped like a pirate?"
Peter grinned at Wendy, his eyes glinting as he nodded vigorously.
"No.....sorry, no hot chocolate, no marshmallow's and no Toby jug."
"Oh.....bugger.....then can I have a cup of tea?"
"Nope."
"What can I have......?"
"You could have a thimble."
Wendy smiled at him, her lashes fluttering as she slowly wetted her lips, leaving them as plump and kissable as a peach.
Peter eyed her warily, the last thimble he'd had from Wendy had precipitated a whole host of strange events, not least Peter turning a bright pink and making him grow eight whole inches in the two years since he'd last seen her. His leaves were now quite uncomfortably tight. Where before they'd been down to his knees, they were now at mid thigh, the waistline well below his navel, leaving him with nothing more than the bare minimum of decent coverings. It was also damn silly to have his legs sticking out, so exposed and hairy, giving Tinkerbell a great deal to laugh about when she caught Peter trying to tug the leaves down a little further.
"No thank you.....I'll have the tea instead."
"Oh really.......well, if you don't want a thimble, what have you come for?"
"You, of course."
"Oh Peter," Wendy gushed, clasping her hands against her chest. "You do love me, after all."
Peter looked a little taken aback, eyeing Wendy's heaving bosom with interest, but not liking the strange fluttering of her eyelashes.
"Eh!....er, I don't love you.......at least, I don't think I do.....I'm the Pan," He dropped the pink comforter and adopted his trademark stance, feet apart, arms akimbo, fists on hips, his chin tilted, smug smirk in place. Wendy's eager face slipped a little, her clasped hands dropping from her shapely bosom to rest by her sides.
"But if you don't want a thimble," Peter shook his head, "and you don't love me," again Peter shook his head. "Why did you come back at all?"
"Oh......well......I was bored."
For a moment, Wendy just stared at Peter, her lashes blinking once then twice in shock.
"You. Were. Bored?"
Finding his heroic stance a trifle awkward, Peter relaxed and bent to pick up the pink comforter again, tucking it around himself like a toga, looking down to see his black toes peeking out from the frilled edging.
"YOU-WERE-BORED!"
"I heard you the first time.....and you're only repeating what I've already said......and why are you repeating what I said?"
Wendy's face started to go from a prettily coloured creamy pink, to a gloriously outraged fiery red.
"Have you any idea how many nights I've sat by my window, staring at that dratted star, arranging myself just so, in the hopes of you returning from Neverland?"
"Er......no."
"Well......it was lots!"
"I don't remember asking you to wait," Peter sounded aggrieved, taking a step back from the angry girl working herself into a fit in front of him. "For that matter.....why didn't you come to Neverland?"
Scowling horribly, her prettily pouting lips compressed into a thin line, Wendy clenched her dainty fists and stepped right up to Peter until they stood toe to grubby toe. "How can I fly to Neverland if I don't have any fairy dust, Mister Smarty Pants?"
Finding Wendy literally in his face, Peter decided to use a diversionary tactic to save his skin. Pursing his lips, Peter gave Wendy a thimble, leaving a lovely smear of dirt on her cheek from his own, less than clean face.
Wendy froze, her eyes opening wide before throwing her arms around Peter and soundly kissing him, her prettily rounded bosom pressed to the hard wall of his chest as he staggered back a step, the pink comforter dropping to the floor as he held onto her waist to get his balance.
"Oh Peter....I knew you had to love me....." Wendy sighed, all anger and scowls gone, her face once more soft and welcoming.
Thinking to himself that if this was going to be her reaction every time he gave her a thimble, he'd wear his lips out before sunrise, Peter tried to unwind Wendy's arms from around his neck, only to feel them tighten as she wriggled against him, her mouth smiling widely.
"Look here Wendy.....I didn't come back here to.....er...give you a thimble, as pleasant as it is....I came back to see if you wanted to have another adventure,"
"Give me a thimble and I'll think about it," Wendy replied, her eyes all dreamy and soft.
"But...." Peter started to protest only to find himself once more thoroughly thimbled, his body starting to feel all tingly and tickly the more Wendy pressed herself to him. To his everlasting embarrassment, part of his body started to rise, his tightly fitted leaves a poor camouflage for his body's unfortunate reactions to having a Wendy pressed all over him. Breaking his lips from her embrace, Peter shoved Wendy hard, sending her flying to land on her back on the bed, her hair covering her face.
"Will you stop that?" Peter almost shouted, his hands grabbing for the pink comforter although his body was now toasty and warm and not entirely from just the bed cover.
Wendy wrestled with her long hair for a moment, annoyed that Peter didn't seem to want to kiss her for very long, but also ecstatic that he had kissed her at all. Finally flipping the last of her glossy, honey coloured locks over her shoulder, Wendy pushed herself off the bed and sat on the edge, careful to arrange her nighty appropriately prettily.
Seeing that she was not going to fly at him again, Peter relaxed slightly, the comforter slipping from his shoulders to hang down one arm. Taking a step, Peter started to pace, finding the pink frills clustered around his ankles, making it difficult to pace with authority. Wendy just watched, her eyes half closed, lost in some dream world as her fingers plucked at the folds of her nightgown.
"Wendy!" Peter's irritated voice snapped her from her revery, bringing her eyes back to his.
"Yes Peter....did you say something about an adventure?"
"Er.....yes, if you like.....but don't keep doing that.....thimbling thing....its caused enough trouble already,"
"Oh......what sort of trouble?" Wendy asked wide eyed, her mouth pouting into a moue of curiosity.
Peter gestured to himself impatiently, "I would think that was obvious......look at me......look at my leaves......nothing fits!" As soon as he said it, Peter regretted asking her to look at his leaves, the bulge of his body unfortunate reaction still evident. As Wendy's eyes wandered his lanky frame, frankly appreciative, Peter whisked the pink cover around his waist again, hiding his embarrassment. "And that's not all...since I......since we.....I've been chased all over the island by females!!"
"What?" Wendy stopped her perusal of Peter's new appearance and focused her attention on his words. Realising he now had her full attention, Peter hitched the pink frills a little higher.
"I never knew Tiger Lily could run so fast, or that the mermaids could leap out of the water so high." Peter continued, sounding most annoyed. "Tiger Lily almost caught me one time," Peter started to warm to his tale, his eyes gleaming and his face animated. "She ambushed me while I slept, leaping on me and pressing her face all over me," He flung out his arm, illustrating how he defended himself, "but I threw her off, rolling to the side and drew my knife." Peter slashed the air, the pink comforter falling to the floor as he danced about, his hand slicing the air. "We fought, slashing and hacking, her tomahawk against my dagger, it went on for hours!"
Wendy had folded her arms across her chest, her mouth once more in a grim line, jealousy gnawing at her stomach as she listened to Peter's elaborate telling of what would have been a minor skirmish between him and the Indian princess.
"Did you gut her, Peter?" Wendy asked archly, her eyebrows raised as Peter halted his over enthusiastic narrative, his arm raised for the killing blow. Lowering his arm, he grinned sheepishly at Wendy.
"Not exactly.....I flew away."
"Then what happened with the Mermaids?"
"Ah, well that was the other day.....I was fishing of Dead Man's rock, when one of them tried to pull me into the sea. Before I could get away, there were half a dozen, all tugging at my leaves, I was stripped bare before I could get away...." Peter sounded so indignant that Wendy smothered a smile, her eyes dancing as Peter crossed his arms over his chest protectively, trying to look unfazed by all the strange attention.
"And you don't know why they wanted to.....strip you bare?"
"No!.....I mean, I've grown a bit, I'll grant you....and I guess that means I'm growing up.....but what's with all you females that you have to grab a man's......you know.....all the time!"
"Did Tiger Lily?" Wendy asked, trying hard to keep a straight face while also wanting to scratch the Indian girls eyes out. Peter nodded, his mouth grim.
"And now you keep wanting to thimble me....I almost wish there were no blasted girls anywhere in Neverland!"
Choking down a laugh, Wendy batted her eyes once more and rose to her feet. Slowly she approached the skittish boy, her hands held behind her back, her pleasingly rounded hips swaying enticingly, Peter's eyes irresistibly drawn to the outline of her curves through the filmy nightdress.
"If I promise not to thimble you until you ask me to, and I promise not to grab your.....er....you know what's, can I come back to Neverland with you?"
"Oh....er.....alright. Do you want to bring your brother's again?"
Wendy leant forward slightly, her lips close to Peter's ear.
"Not this time......it'll just be you.....and me!"
Peter shivered as Wendy's warm breath bathed his ear, his hand coming up to rub at it as she walked away from him.
"I'll never understand why girls have to do that....it makes it itch!"
"So Peter.....when do you want to fly me back to Neverland?"
"Well....now I suppose," He eyed the filmy nightdress disparagingly. "Don't you have anything better to wear than that silly thing?"
"This came from the best modiste in Bloomsbury....its a peignoir, very chic."
"Very impractical if you ask me," He flicked a hand at the drapery as Wendy wafted past. The silky folds slid over the back of his hand, his fingers grabbing for the material, finding it elusive as Wendy circled him. "You really need something.....er...a bit more.....hardy."
"Don't you like my nightdress?" Wendy purred as she leant towards Peter, her perfectly rounded bosom drawing Peter's eyes as she preened in front of him, his leaves giving up the unequal task of trying to hide his burgeoning reaction.
"Very nice," Peter managed to strangle out, his voice an octave higher as he struggled to stuff himself one handed back into his unhelpful costume. Backing away from Wendy, Peter came up against the edge of a dressing table, the sharp corner digging into his hip and making him yelp. Wendy followed, backing him into the corner, her hair swirling around her shoulders as she swayed towards him.
"I wore it especially for you Peter." Having bailed up her prey, Wendy plucked the pink coverlet from her quarries nerveless fingers before pressing herself against him, her lips enticing him to ravage her, her body exciting him to the edge of insanity.
"I guess it doesn't really matter what you wear," He managed to squeak a second before Wendy closed the slight gap between them and fastened her lips on his, her hands roaming over the planes of his chest before wandering down to explore the edges of his shrinking costume. Just as Wendy fastened her greedy fingers on his raging libido, the sound of footsteps approaching the bedroom door intruded on the tender moment.
"Wendy....you still awake?"
The booming voice of her father made Wendy spring back from her erstwhile love as if he'd burst into flames. In point of fact Peter felt like he had caught on fire, but he ruthlessly squelched his desire in the face of being caught in flagrante delicto by Wendy's father.
"Oh god.....he can't catch you here.....under the bed, quickly!"
"What?"
"I said get under the bed, you idiot, are you deaf?"
"Why on earth would I want to hide there.......its too small and cramp!"
"You'll be small and cramped if my father catches you in here....now get under the bed!"
Grumbling to himself, Peter squeezed his lanky frame under the lacy frill and scooted under the bed just as the door started to open. Wendy plucked the pink comforter off the floor and flung it onto her covers, her bare foot kicking at the grubby appendage still sticking out from under her counterpane, a muffled yelp the only reply as she hurried pinned a smile to her face, clutching the edges of her peignoir together and prepared to greet her parent.
George Darling pushed the door open but didn't actually enter the bedroom, his nearsighted eyes peering into the room as he leant forward, his glasses glinting in the light from the low burning gaslight.
"Ah....dearest, not abed yet?"
"I was just about to get into bed when you called, Daddykins."
"Ah.....yes....your Mother sent me, thought she heard something."
"Heard something?"
"Ah....yes.....a bump."
"Oh...well, nothing here to cause a bump....just me...going to bed."
"Ah....yes....well then, goodnight Wendy dear....sleep well."
"I will....goodnight dearest Daddypooh."
With a faint smile, George Darling shut the door, his footsteps keeping Wendy in place until they faded into nothing. Satisfied her Father had truly gone, Wendy dropped to the floor and lifted the edge of her frilly bed edging, leaning forward to peer into the dusty underneath.
Peter was afforded a front-row view of Wendy's delectable cleavage, her perfectly rounded bosom almost spilling out of her neckline as she leant down. Peter felt his flagging manhood suddenly spring back into life, a groan forcing its way out as he blushed hotly.
"What's the matter Peter? Are you in pain?"
"No....now move out the way,"
Wendy held up the frill while Peter hauled himself out, panting slightly as he unwound his long limbs from under the bed. His hair was sticking up, looking attractively messy, his face still hot from his flush as he knelt in front of Wendy who had dropped the frill and sat on her heels staring at him.
"What?"
"Oh nothing....just that you are quite the most impossibly handsome boy I have ever seen...."
"You think so?"
"Oh yes....I've met hundreds of boys..." She paused, seeing Peter's face screw up into a scowl of jealousy. "But none could hold a candle to you Peter...." She smiled slightly as Peter swapped the scowl for a smug smile, soaking up her flattery. Climbing to her feet, Wendy stood for a moment, well aware that with Peter still sitting on the carpet, his eyes were level with her enticing nether regions, inadequately covered by the thin layers of her negligee. With a flip of her hair she turned away and sauntered over to her chest-of-drawers, humming to herself. Peter remained kneeling on the carpet, his gaze fixed as he experienced a pleasant buzz, his nose still twitching from the pleasant aroma of warm Wendy.
"What would you suggest Peter? My mulberry walking dress? My emerald riding habit? Or what about my peacock blue day dress?"
"Huh?"
Straightening up from where she'd been bending over a drawer, displaying her perfectly rounded derriere to the room, Wendy twirled to face Peter, smiling to see him still kneeling on the carpet, his expression slightly out-of-focus.
"Peter, get up silly."
Shaking his head, Peter leapt to his feet and adopted his stance, feet braced and hands on hip. After a second he dropped his hands, feeling a little silly, and decided to fold them across his chest instead.
"I said, what do you think would be suitable for Neverland?"
"I don't know....something......you can climb a tree in."
"Oh...I'm not sure I have anything like that...."
"Then I'll have to leave you behind....goodbye...." Before he had a chance to turn to the window, Wendy had flown across the room in a flurry of silken skirts and flattened herself with her back to the window glass, her arms spread out to prevent him leaving.
"Oh no you don't.....I've waited quite long enough for you to come back, I'm not about to let a little thing like clothes stop me going back to Neverland.....wait right here."
She waited until Peter shrugged and turned away from the window, walking negligently over to her bed and plumping himself down on it.
"Just hurry up will you....we haven't got all night."
With a grin Wendy hurried out of her room, careful to check the corridor before silently jogging to her brother's room and slipping inside. John was away, staying with a school friend, so Wendy didn't hesitate to riffle through her brothers clothes, choosing a few items before padding back to her room triumphantly.
Peter was where she'd left him, idly tossing his dagger into the air and catching it after each flip, his legs crossed under him as he sat on her bed.
"I just have to get changed....won't be a tick."
Diving behind the ornate screen in the corner, Wendy dumped the clothes on the floor and started to divest herself of her nightdress. She threw it over the top edge of the screen, peeping through the gap to see Peter staring back at her, his eyes fixed on the filmy negligee so carelessly draped above her.
"Wendy?"
"Yes Peter?"
"You could bring that......er....dress thing with you, if you want."
"But I thought you said...."
"Yeah....well, you'll have to have something to sleep in....."
Grinning to herself, Wendy twitched the filmy negligee back over the screen before hurriedly buttoning up the shirt she'd filched from John's drawer. It reached to just above her knees and she was tempted to walk out to show Peter, but she resisted, instead pulling the brown trousers up her slim legs and buttoning the fly before pulling the belt around her waist and cinching it tightly over the shirt to both hold up the trousers and keep the shirt from ballooning out. Finally she rolled up the shirt sleeves and trouser legs before gathering up her nightdress and stepping out from behind the screen.
"Will this do, do you think?"
She twirled, the boyish trousers outlining her legs and bottom, the shirt straining against her breasts which bounced slightly as she turned. Peter watched the display dry mouthed. Somehow she had managed to create an outfit that was even more provocative than the previous one. As Wendy walked towards him over the carpet, she primped the collar of the shirt, undoing the top three buttons to make a tantalizing v-neck that hinted at a cleavage.
"Peter?"
Swallowing hard, Peter climbed off the bed and edged his way around her, his eyes unable to tear themselves away from her body until he clapped a hand over them, his other hand reaching blindly for the window.
"We need to go......now......" He rasped, his fingers finding the window and scrabbling to pull it up and open.
"Its a lot easier if you open your eyes...." Wendy purred, reaching past him to release the catch, her body brushing his so that he jumped back as if stung by a spark of static.
"I'm not sure this is such a great idea....maybe I should go back....er....without...."
"Oh I don't think so Peter......" Bundling up her nightdress, Wendy stuffed it into a small valise, along with a few other essentials before closing the bag and hooking it over her arm. "Now....you did remember to bring some fairy dust didn't you?"
"Er...what? Oh...yes..." Pulling out a pouch from what remained of his leaves, Peter took out a pinch of brightly coloured dust and sprinkled it over Wendy's head. The gold glitter rained down and Wendy smiled, feeling the lightness fill her, her toes leaving the carpet as she squealed delightedly. Peter also grinned smugly, following her up until they were both floating just below her ceiling.
"Ready Wendy?"
"Oh yes Peter.....take me away to Neverland.....please."
Threading his fingers through hers, Peter drew them back down to the floor and they climbed out of the window and stood on the ledge. The sky above them was ablaze with stars, the wind chill as they prepared to leave on another adventure. With a jump they flew into the air, Wendy's hair streaming over her shoulders as they ascended over the sooty chimneys and roofs of London, their bodies becoming a sparkly streak of light as they escaped the confines of the earth and traveled the magical route to the second star on the right.
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Okay......whatcha think....worth continuing? teehee