A/N: School's out! School's out! And most of my vacations are over. Updation will come sooner from now on! Promise!

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Chapter 2: Breathe

Peter's mischievous look told me something was about to happen. Silly as it seemed, I was a little nervous. I tried to concentrate on unpacking, but that only lasted a moment. Funnily enough, I came upon a... less than modest nightgown. Why was that near the top? My memory recalled putting it on the bottom so Aunt Millicent wouldn't come across it, or mother, for that mater. My fingertips became slick with nervous sweat. I would never be able to tell anyone why, either.

Peter popped up from behind me, very abruptly, and I yelped in surprise. He grinned cockily and helped me unpack the remainder of my things, not all of them, because we'd be moving back to the Home in a week or so. I made small talk, but Peter responded with fewly worded answers.

"Where's Nana?"

"With the fairies."

"Why not the Indians?"

"Have you ever had an encounter with one of their dogs?"

"Oh." More silence that wanted to be filled. Not awkward. Just empty. But all the while, Peter was grinning his head off, or suppressing a grin. It was almost infuriating.

"Why are you grinning like that?" Calmly, he replied,

"Reasons."

"Like?"

"Reasons," he answered matter-of-factly. I growled in frustration. Peter glanced at me with a raised eyebrow. Then he smoothly walked toward our stores for the week, and began assembling a dinner. I grabbed a couple of candles, but Peter was still grinning!

"What are you thinking about?" He surveyed the table seriously.

"Do you prefer raspberries or strawberries?"

"Raspberries," I fumed. My insides were pretending they could fly, and Peter spoke of strawberries! We continued putting a charming meal on the table, and he started a fire in the stone hearth. The smoke would come out of a large mushroom outside. He was still grinning. At his food. As if the greenery on his plate couldn't delight him more. We finished eating. He was still grinning. I could not take it!

"WHY THE BLOODY DAGGERS ARE YOU SMIRKING LIKE THAT?" I shouted. Peter looked at me with sarcastic surprise.

"You don't know?"

"NO!"

"Why, it's right after our wedding!"

"I KNOW THAT!"

"We're married."

"I KNOW THAT!"

"We can do anything we like," Peter said huskily.

"I KNOW TH-" Now I knew why he was grinning. By the time I had finished thinking all that, Peter was about a centimeter in front of me and closing. Fast.

In an instant, his hands were on my waist, Peters breath was warm and heavy on my neck. I reacted quickly, entwining my fingers in his hair, holding myself as close to him as I possibly could. His lips caressed my skin. It was more than I could stand. Peter's hands found the bindings of my gown easily. The strap over his shoulder holding the dagger was soon on the ground. He brushed the base of my neck with his lips. All hands were busy. The shoulders of my dress slipped off, and Peters hands pushed them down entirely. I kicked it out of the way when it hit the floor. Peter did have cloth underneath his leaves, in the form of short-pants. The thin shift separating my skin from Peter's suddenly was unbearably hot. His hand grazed my thigh nonetheless. Swiftly his fingers ran up to my breast, lingering and moving to the bare small of my back. Even though I had felt Peter's touch so many times, this felt so intimate. I felt a desire for him as never before.

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My heart was flying, faster and faster. I was sure Wendy could hear it, much less feel it against her breast. Her hair came undone, and tumbled down around her shoulders. My fingers ran trough it, silky and warm. It increased the heat. I caught up Wendy's leg, which she wrapped around my waist. I lifted her, and Wendy wrapped the other around me. Her body became pinned between me and the wall. Each kiss was inflamed with passion. Each point of contact only increased the desire. A fiery trail of kisses burned upon my neck. Wendy slipped off the wall around the corner, falling on the bed, pulling me with her. Before I could react, I came down hard on top of her. She said nothing, but rolled on to my torso and caressed my chest tantalizingly. I moaned,

"Wendy, Wendy, you don't now what you're doing to me..." She smiled against my lips without remorse. But she was exhausted, and so was I. We could only sleep.

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I woke up to the room bathed in moonlight from the window. Wendy was snuggled into my chest, sleeping and smiling softly. I smiled, she was so gorgeous. I pulled her closer and ran my fingers gently over her shoulder. Her lips pressed themselves against the hollow at the base of my neck, then her sparkling azure eyes opened and looked up at me. She stroked my bare back, sending tingles up my spine. My stomach growled loudly.

"Uh... he, he," I laughed awkwardly, "Want to eat?" Wendy laughed and consented. Interestingly, this was a one-room tree. No doors. So Wendy got into her clothes for the day, or night in this case. My eyes followed her every movement. As Wendy pulled out "breakfast" food, I watched her.

"Are you going to get up or not?" she asked. I jolted myself and rose up. After readying myself and splashing water on my face and through my hair, I joined her at the table.

"Would you like to go out tonight?" I asked. Wendy glanced out the window. "Why are you even looking at the weather? You know I'm in an excellent mood."

"When you're married to a star, you never know. One moment he can be happy and placid, and the next, fiery and passionate." I smiled guiltily. We finished and left the hollowed tree. The moon shone through the thick leaves as we walked the path. The beach was white in the starlight. Wendy gasped.

"Peter, look!" I knew what I would see, but I looked anyway and smiled slowly.

The aurora, the northern lights, lit up the sky. I couldn't help it, it reflected what I was feeling. But my eyes feel upon an even more beautiful sight with curls and a honey-flavored mouth. Before I could stop myself, I caught her lips up in mine. Then I scooped her in my arms and spun her around. Wendy laughed as I put her sown.

"Care to dance?" I asked, extending my hand.

"I'd be delighted." Wendy curtseyed and took my hand. Right on cue, music began to play from the trees. The fairies had been very accommodating with their musicians. The stars were bright, the moon shone, the sands sparkled, the aurora danced colorfully. But I had eyes only for the most beautiful creature to breathe.