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Chapter 4

An hour or so passed in gentle silence as the two sat opposite each other. The room had grown dark with moonlight sifting through the open curtains and Jane was beginning to tire, the excitement of the day making her eyes heavy. Had she had it her way she would have simply looked at Peter until sleep came of it's own accord, but she could only too well imagine her mother's reaction to finding her asleep on the carpet.

So, with a sigh, she got to her feet and walked over to the window. She had to stand on tiptoes to close them and the small gesture made Peter smile: proof that childhood had not gone from her yet. Jane looked back at him over her shoulder and poked the tip of her tongue out at him.

"What are you looking at?" She whispered cheekily and Peter laughed softly.

"You." He replied and she smiled. "Where will you sleep?"

Peter ran a hand through his hair and shrugged.

"I have not slept for a while. It doesn't matter." He told her, and indeed Jane could see the bags that sleepless nights had drawn under his captivating eyes.

"You must sleep, Peter. Sleep is the time for the mind to sort itself out and start again in the morning." She repeated the advice that her mother had given her ever since she'd come back from Neverland. For a long time she had not been able to sleep but had stared at the window relentlessly, the image carved into her very soul for she could see it even when her eyes were shut.

Peter shrugged again.

"It is not by choice. To sleep in Neverland is foolish now; it is not safe."

Jane's eyes widened at the casual reminder of just how different things were now, pity rushed over her – he did look so tired.

Peter's reflexes betrayed him and he gave an involuntary start when Jane reached out a hand but she simply placed it on his cheek and ran her thumb gently down his jaw.

"You are safe now." She whispered.

Peter's brow furrowed and Jane moved her hand to his forehead, smoothing out the creases as she would for her linen.

"Don't be sad." She pleaded and he smiled, taking her hand.

"You're exhausted Jane, please sleep."

"Only if you do." She answered stubbornly and he laughed, rolling his eyes.

"Fine." He said, tapping her on the nose.

Jane crossed to her bed and unfolded her nightgown, smothering a yawn with her hand, meanwhile Peter dropped to his knees and began to pick up Jane's letters and diary entries and stack them carefully.

Jane turned away and began to undo the buttons that ran down the back of her simple, blue dress.

Peter reached for a piece of paper near Jane's feet (the last piece), he couldn't believe how many there were! As he managed to grab the paper a pool of dark blue material fell next to his wrist; Jane's dress. His breath seemed to catch in his throat as his gaze travelled up to see her with her back to him, pulling her nightgown over her head. Just as quickly as they had been exposed her cream coloured thighs were tucked out of sight and Peter gathered himself, whisking the paper back to join the rest of the pile. He had loved her before but never like this...was it another change in him, he wondered?

He stood and turned around to see her looking at him.

"Thank you, Peter." She said earnestly as he crossed to the drawer and put her pain safely away.

"Now will you sleep?" Was all he said.

"Gladly." She yawned, almost tumbling onto her bed and curling up like a cat, after a while she sat up and looked at him. "Come on then!" She said laughingly, holding the covers out for him.

When he did not move she tilted her head innocently. "What's wrong?"

"I -I'll sleep on the chair." Peter replied, averting his eyes and stumbling over his words. Jane watched in wonder as a blush stained his cheeks.

"Peter? We've slept like this before!" She pointed out, they had curled up many times and gone to sleep like that back in Neverland but something had changed now.

Peter shuffled his feet, somehow he couldn't bring himself to look at her again although he so desperately wanted to.

"There isn't room enough, go to sleep Jane!" He tried to speak lightly – what was this feeling that made his throat tight and dry? Why couldn't he look at her without his cheeks warming?

"Um, okay." Jane whispered, she too could sense the change now. Something in the way he looked at her.

He sat in the chair at the foot of her bed, still unable to meet her eyes, and Jane nestled her head into her pillow, her long hair splaying out behind her.

"Goodnight, Peter." She said quietly and he bid her goodnight as well.

Jane closed her eyes and for a moment all was silent but she had a question she needed to ask.

"Peter, you will still be here when I wake up won't you?" She asked uncertainly and he finally looked at her.

"Yes." He said simply and Jane smiled, closed her eyes and found that sleep comes easily when you have the promise of someone you love.