Ok so this chapter is a little longer. There is more description of thimbles and such but still WELL within the rating on this story. Do not fret it will get juicer I promise.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Peter Pan story or its characters. Although I wouldn't mind owning that Jeremy Sumpter, he's really grown up. WOW!
After her cry Wendy did feel a little better. Her mother had stayed by her side and let her release all the pent up emotion. Mary had tried to be sympathetic but at the same time knew there was no easy resolution for her love struck daughter.
"Wendy lie down and rest." Her mother whispered. "I shall bring you some dinner later."
Wendy obliged and went to her bed. Her nose red and wet she tried to take a deep breath only to shake with the remains of her sobs. Her mother had seemed so understanding and Wendy appreciated having her near. She thought of her mother's comforting words as she slowly drifted off to sleep. Wendy fell in and out of dreams, most of them having to do with Peter. Some quite pleasant, others not so much. When she dreamt of their fight in which she told him that she thought Captain Hook was a man of feeling she awoke with a start. She knew even when she said it that it wasn't true. It was only meant to hurt Peter and that it did. She saw the tears in his eyes as she walked past him to her brothers.
It was then that she noticed a draft. London had warmed slightly since they had retuned but was still quite chilly and Wendy shivered as she raised her head to find her window open. This window was similar in shape to the nursery window but was not as big or as ornate. She looked out to the night sky seeing the very bright star she recognized as Peter's. She walked slowly toward the window thinking her mother must've opened it earlier. She fought back the tears as she slowly closed the window saying to herself. "Why haven't you come back Peter."
It was then she noticed the dark form off to her left hiding in the shadows.
"But Wendy I have" Peter's voice drifted out of the shadows, he didn't want to startle her.
Wendy wanted to jump out of her skin. Her eyes focused on his. They always seemed bright even in the dark. She wanted to run over and throw her arms around him. Fearing she would just scare him off she slowly crossed the room.
"Hello Peter" she said surprised at how calm and nonchalant her voice sounded. "How have you been?"
Peter just stared back for a moment not sure what to do. He remembered seeing her parents throwing their arms around her and her brothers when she got home and Peter wanted nothing more than to do that himself. She seemed so calm though. She didn't seem to have missed him nearly as badly as he had missed her. Maybe she had been crying for another reason. He felt a pain in his chest he recalled feeling once before, when Wendy told him she was leaving. If this was what she meant by feeling love he didn't like it at all.
Noticing the silence had drug on longer than it should Peter answered with a shrug "Fine I guess." If she didn't care, than neither did he.
"That's good." Wendy replied. Something seemed off about him Peter seemed distant. Almost as if he regretted coming back.
"How have you been?" Peter asked, trying to sound like it didn't matter one way or another.
Wendy's head dropped. So he didn't really care. Maybe he had already forgotten her kiss…her thimble. He probably just came back for the stories about him. She looked up ready to snap at him. Thinks he's so charming how could he not notice that she had been crying. How could he think she'd forget so soon.
"I suppose I'm fine as well. Just taking my lessons with my Aunt. You know I need to prepare so I can find a good husband." Regretting it as soon as she said it Wendy looked away not wanting Peter to see the pain in her eyes.
Peter stepped back a bit he couldn't believe it, Hook was right.
"What is this I see…..there is another in your place." Hooks voice grated through his memory "he is called husband."
Peter had no idea it would happen so fast. He knew Wendy hadn't found this person, this husband yet but she was willing to look? Why couldn't Peter be Wendy's husband? He didn't know what it meant but if it meant Wendy would always be his he didn't care.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come back" Peter whispered. "You obviously don't have time to tell stories or have adventures anymore." Peter turned to go needing to leave before Wendy saw him crying. Wendy saw him make for the window and knew in her heart if she let him go now she would never see him again. "Peter don't go". Wendy cried out as she rushed for the window.
"Why should I stay?" a bit of true curiosity and hope creeping into his voice. Wendy stepped in between Peter and the window and had stopped right in front of him. She moved about as close to him as they had been when they danced. She figured he shouldn't be the only who gets to ignore personal boundaries. She had picked up on the change in his voice and slowly put her hand to his cheek. Unlike in the forest he didn't pull away. His skin felt so warm and Wendy stepped just the littlest bit closer. She could start to feel the warmth from his body and wished he would take her in his arms. As if he read her thoughts Peter reached ever so slowly for Wendy and pulled her toward him. Peter couldn't remember ever hugging anyone so he was terrified that he was doing it wrong. He pulled her so close that a hair couldn't fit between them. When he felt Wendy rest her head on his shoulder and sigh his worries about wrong or right slipped away. He breathed in the scent of her hair and felt all his fear disappear. He just wanted to stay like this forever. His arms wrapped so tightly around Wendy she couldn't move if she wanted to. She felt so safe. His warmth was seeping through the folds of her dress in turn heating her skin and increasing her desire to never move from this spot.
After what felt like an eternity Peter pulled his head back ever so slightly and whispered "Wendy?"
Wendy looked up and locked eyes with Peter. His blue green eyes were so beautiful and deep she felt she could drown in their depths. Peter was already drowning in Wendy's crystal blue eyes, so clear and pure. In that instance he knew he never wanted to be away from Wendy again. Peter licked his lips and saw Wendy's eyes flick to that small movement for just a split second. He leaned his head down and softly pressed his lips to hers. Giving her back the thimble she had shared with him. Slowly Peter started to move his lips tentatively over Wendy's. This was already so much more intense than on the Jolly Roger. Wendy responded by moving her lips with Peter's sending a shiver down both of them to their toes. They pulled apart their moist lips parted, breathing heavy, staring into each other's eyes.
Wendy asked in a husky voice Peter almost didn't recognize. "Are you going to explode again?"
All Peter could do was shake his head. After a moment Peter asked "Was that okay for a thimble?"
Wendy giggled and buried her head in Peters shoulder. He thought he'd done something wrong why would she laugh? Wendy looked in his eyes seeing the concern she explained how kisses were really thimbles and vice versa. Peter blushed when he realized that Wendy had wanted to kiss him that first night they spoke. When the thought occurred to him that he felt the very same way the very first time he came to the nursery, when he floated above Wendy sleeping in her bed, the blush deepened.
Wendy stepped back and took Peter's hand leading him to her bed. They sat facing each other cross legged talking about anything and everything. Wendy started to yawn knowing it must be well past midnight. She lay down on her left side and Peter lay next to her facing her. Their noses only a few inches apart. Peter knew he should leave and let Wendy sleep but she insisted he stay. Their conversation wandered easily from one topic to another. Peter had an insatiable curiosity about all sorts of topics. Wendy even found herself talking about things she had learned from her Science and English books. Soon Peter noticed the morning sun starting to filter through the still open window. Wendy had just shut her eyes and started to drift off. Gently Peter brushed an errant strand of hair from Wendy's face. Ever so slowly he slipped off the bed and flew out the window. Spring was fast approaching in London so it wasn't too long before he found a beautiful pink rose bud that reminded him of his Wendy. Carefully picking it as to not ruin the pretty bloom Peter carried it back to Wendy's room and laid it on the pillow next to her face.
Trying not to wake her Peter leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead and whispered an answer to a question "I have felt love Wendy. I feel it for you."
With that Peter flew out the window and off to Neverland.
So did you like it? Was it awful? Please let me know! R&R! :) I need to know which way you want the story to go. I have written 11 chapters but I'm not sure I like the direction it took. So please let me know which way you all would like to see this go. The next chapter really starts down a specific direction. I will post it as soon as I have some responses. :)