First, little answers to the guest reviewers I can't send PM.
To Sunshine518: Thanks so much! And yes, I think Peter and Wendy have such an interesting dynamic per se, I just put on the page a little bit of my personal view on the characters and this came out. I'm really glad you liked my story, I hope this chapter will be up to the expectations!
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Guys, things get hot in this chapter. I'm not kidding. The rating of this fic is there for a reason!
Be aware of that, please. I don't want to accidentally upset anybody for reading somethingthey don't wanna read. So I'm warning you now, maturerated stuff here, okay? M rated!
Go away now if that's not your cup of tea, otherwise enjoy the reading.
He kisses her wildly. And she matches him perfectly.
That kiss is everything he has been missing.
It's like she's water and he's been thirsty since ever.
It's like she's a banquet and he'd been starving for days, months even. They both did actually.
It's like she is salvation.
There's a need inside of him, every time he's with her but now, now he feels like all the time he spent apart is crashing down on him and is pouring, exploding into that kiss.
He wants her.
Not just because he didn't have her for so long but just because he wants her.
And the way she's kissing him back, the thought she does wants him too makes his head completely dizzy.
Wendy knows Peter is urgent.
She knows he gets carried away easily.
He gets rough, fast, his hand pull and push and tear apart fabric, fingertips burning everything in his reach.
He even rushes things sometimes.
But he always (looks after) her, - his smirk edged- even if it's because he takes pride in making her squirm and twist under his fingers, his mouth.
He's always so… urgent when they are alone.
But now, now she seems to understand that urgency too. She feels it too. It almost scares her, but she doesn't stop to think about it. Her fingers become clumsy, fumble. She grabs the collar of his shirt, pull at the fabric carelessly. It felt so long since she last kissed him she almost feels awkward in her movements. Her hands find his belt, she unbuckles it and lets it slip on the ground with a thump. She pulls his shirt past shoulders, impatient.
She just wants him bare. She wants to run her nails across his chest. She wants to kiss a path down his stomach. She want to sink her teeth into his shoulder. She wants him to be hers the way he told her he was. You have me. All of me.
She feels his hands moving from her face. One slips around her waist, pressing her closer against him, another runs up.
She feels the pad of his fingertips on her breast, brushing her hardened nipples through her nightgown and she moans into his mouth, her arms tighten around his neck.
Peter feels like bursting up.
He needs her. Now.
For a second he thinks about pushing her up against the wall and taking right there.
But then all he can do is gasp loud, at the feeling of her hands on his bare skin. She took off his undershirt too. She bites down at the point between his shoulder and neck. Teeth, tongue, and lips on his flesh, and he has to shut his eyes close. Her hand slide down, down. He feels it right against his erection, caressing him through the fabric of his trousers. He lets out a raw, growled sound.
He almost thinks of grabbing her wrist to keep her away from his lower belly because he's aching.
But then, her mouth is on his again and his hand closes over her breast, cupping it firmly, and he's just wondering how he's gonna last through it.
She is pushing him, then. In what direction, he can't tell.
He fumbles on his steps until his legs hit the bed. He sits down and he pulls her in his lap, never stop kissing her.
He removes her dress with a such a rush it get entangled into her hair.
When he finally can put his hands on her bare chest, she moans and shivers. Peter's mouth is hot and wet, open, presses against her pale neck, and suck on her skin. She tangles her hands on his hair, holding him tight.
He doesn't even take off his trousers, almost like he forgot it. Wendy's fingers push at the fabric around his hips, with little accomplishment. She has to stands up to let him get rid of his trousers himself. She kisses him again, pressing herself against his chest, with the need to be inside his arms. She pulls at his arm, trying to lie down on the bed and get him on top of her, because she knows that's what he likes best, she knows his preferences. But Peter doesn't move. One of his hand cups her cheek and he just kisses her again. He wraps an arm around her waist, then he pulls her back into his lap, making her straddle him instead.
He never said it, but he loved holding her like that. Feeling her little weight on him, made him feel like the ground was a place nice to stay. Like he didn't need to fly away for once.
Of course he liked to get her underneath him, her soft body modeling molding into his so wonderfully. feeling her writhing and moaning softly,
He liked her turn her around, get her on her knees. He liked her any way.
But having her in his arms like that was just something.
She is melted against him, he's holding her so close, he wants nothing else but pushing her down on him and take her.
On the back of his mind, he still manages to think that if she is not ready he might hurt her and for the first time he really doesn't want that. He felt like she barely let him touch her enough.
They found themselves so entangled with each other suddenly, too busy to get rid of their clothes as soon as they could. Too eager to hold her and kiss her and touch every part of her he could reach, and when he felt her hands on him and he was so gone. He brushes his knuckles between her legs, just to make sure she is ready. He finds her wet and tender flesh. The thought she wants this, him just as much he does always drives him insane.
I'm yours. I'm completely yours.
He recalls her words and wants to believe her. He knows she doesn't lie. Not if she's not forced into it. And she's not the type to lie about things like that. She's not him. She's honest and she pride herself in it.
He wants her to be his.
And he doesn't mind if he's hers.
Because for the first time ever he thinks he wants to be hers too.
She places her hands on his shoulders, while his fingers grabs her hips and pull her even closer. Her knees touch the matters behind him. He places a kiss behind her ear, then against her jaw. She lets out a breath, a moans, and she looks down at his eyes, dark and beautiful.
When he thinks he can't wait anymore, she sinks down on him and he muffles his groan, raw and breathy, into her collarbone.
She moves slowly at first, looking for something, for a rhythm she's not sure of. They hardly did it like that. They rarely been in that position before. But when he follows her, thrusting up inside of her, it's easier than both of them remembered.
He leans back into the mattress, head thrown into the pillow. He just watches, eyes blurring, as she slowly moves on top of him.
His hands tighten on her hips but only to guide her gently, following the rhythm she wants.
His hips push up into her every time she grinds down.
Soon he's panting, but so is she. And it makes him feel better.
The sound escaping from her mouth are so sweet, her lips red and parted and her small breasts bouncing in front of him, everything about her was carrying him away.
He wants to make her cry out his name first. He wants to hear her. He wants to make her come first.
She grinds down again and his hips thrusts up, harshly and fast, now.
She leans her head down to his mouth, to kiss him, her fingers leave a wonderfully soft caress along his jawline. "I'm yours. You have me, Peter. You have me" he hears her whisper against his lips, like a dream. But he knows it's not.
His hips jerks up suddenly. Her fingernails dig across his shoulder, she close her arms around him, clinging to him.
Wendy cries out just a moment before Peter shuts his eyes tightly, his palms on her back, his head fallen back, and he comes too, inside of her.
Everything is quite afterwards.
The sheets tangled around their legs, both of their breathing and heartbeat placid.
Peter is completely relaxed on his back, Wendy rests her head on his bare chest, one of her palm flat just below his heart. He has an hand in her hair, her curls slipping between them, and she can feel his fingertips against her scalp, stroking her imperceptibly.
"You have me. All of me." She murmurs against his skin, holding him tight. Using the same words he did that night felt right.
It might be silly now, but hearing them out loud from her voice make her blush.
She hides her face against his shoulder.
"How could you doubt that? Gosh, sometimes I think you had me since that night I took the hand of your shadow."
Peter suddenly stiffens up, his hand tenses. Wendy looks up but his eyes drive away.
Oh, that night.
The first time she came in Neverland.
The memory of it was still something Peter couldn't really accept fully.
They say that after a long time memory makes everything sweeter and hazy. You keep the good ones and forget the rest. But time didn't matter in Neverland, and Peter used to forget everything all together soon after it happened. But that night, that night was still something frozen in between.
He remembered seeing white. Her dress was so white. None of the boys he met wore something like that, so he knew it must have been something else. But what? A girl? A bird? The Wendy-bird.
He remember feeling so many things then. All mixed, not really hazy but not really clear into his mind either. He felt joy at first. That was familiar. But then, a hurt. A hurt so deep in his heart, he thought something like that couldn't really exist. Not in Neverland, not in his realm. He couldn't feel it. He hadn't felt like that in hundreds years. He hadn't felt like that since he still was in the land without magic. And when she left him the first time, he felt like he still was no one else but that boy with no magic and with no home.
Peter shakes his head, still refusing to look at her.
"You had me that night." he tells her, voice low and deep. The words hit her. She turns her head up, props herself up on her elbows to look at him. She blinks, confused and a little shaken. Peter does meet her eyes for a moment but soon he looks away.
Holding the sheet close to her chest, Wendy pulls away from him. But only to sit up next to him, so she could look at his face without stretching her neck.
He sits up too, resting his back against the headboard of the bed.
"I ordered the shadow to look for a boy for a very long time. I only had a picture of him" he tells her. His voice is steady but his eyes aren't. Not completely. "I knew he was form the land without magic. And I knew a boy had been in your house for weeks and I thought it might be the one so I sent my shadow there."
Wendy frowns. She remembered the hope of her and her brothers to see the shadow at their window.
It was such a wonder to see it. It could travel between words, it was so magical and mesmerizing, just like him.
"You were looking for Bae? All along?" she asks, confused.
She didn't get it. When she came back the second time to save her adoptive brother, Pan told her he let him leave. That he was gone, back to his land, safe and sound. Did he lie about that too?
"Oh, don't look so disappointed, Wendy-bird. If you wanna play hero so bad, I can always throw one of my boys into the Echo Caves so you can rush to save him. I bet Tootles would even volunteers." He had grinned his devil-like smirk at the mere prospect. "He can't wait for an adventure."
"No, but I didn't know it then." He didn't know he was Bae's son the boy he was after. "For a while, I just kept bringing all the children whom believed in Neverland, hoping to find the one I needed." He pauses and she waits for him to continue. "It turned out that in your house, there were not just one but three boys and you came. My shadow brought me you."
"Because I took his hand. I wanted to see Neverland, I dreamnt of it, I… believed…"
Peter shakes his head lightly. "Yeah, but it couldn't be just that."
"Bu you said..."
"I never took girls." he breaks her off. He was never after girls. "It doesn't work like that. It's my shadow. He responds to the things I command. He takes orders only from me and I wanted a boy."
Suddenly, Wendy's eyes get cloudy.
She knew that part.
She knew it very well. She remembered the way he deceived her. He showed her around he island, showed her the things she wanted to see. Fairies, mermaids and all sort of mystical creatures. Then, he made her feel so wrong. So unwelcome, so out of place. Neverland was no place for girls. And among his boys, lost and feral, just like him, and so completely unwilling to be moved by any feelings, she never felt more different in the worst way possible.
"What are you saying, then?" She almost thought crosses her mind about telling him that maybe he wasn't not as in control of his shadow as he thought he was. Just to see if she'd get a laugh out of him.
He takes a breath. What he was trying, what he wanted to say felt so grave now.
Because after all this time, only now he'd realized he had wanted her since the first time.
"That for some reason, my shadow wanted you." The green in his eyes is so clear is almost too much for her, he watches her trying to avoid his gaze, she lowers her eyes. "I wanted you", he's pleased when she lifts them up to him at the words. He likes to be able to look at her face, he likes the light in her eyes and the way she blushes. "and I didn't even know it." he finishes.
He didn't even realized it.
Because he wasn't going to admit it or accept it. He would have never given up all of his kingdom, all of himself without a fight. To a girl nonetheless.
"I heard your stories," he tells, and this time Wendy's head shoot up."the ones you were telling to your brothers before going to bed." he pauses, lips curling up in the ghost of a smile. "Well, my shadow heard them. I just heard them in my dreams at night, I heard... your voice. You were always telling the one about the sorcerer's..."
"...apprentice." Wendy finishes for him, staring at him with something in between wonder and genuine surprise in her eyes.
"Yeah, that one. I liked that one." he smiles, his eyes soft.
She liked it too.
She remembered when, long time ago now, Peter gave her fairy-tales books to tell the Lost Boys stories. One night, he had stepped in her room and he had magically made appear a pile of books on her bed. When she saw a copy of The Sorcerer'sApprentice at the top, her mouth parted, stupefied. Before she could even think to ask him anything, he was already gone.
Then, she checked out the other books titles and saw all the fairy-tales she liked to read at home. She always thought it had to be a coincidence. A very funny coincidence. But sometimes she couldn't stop thinking of the reason why he gave her exactly all her favourite fairy-tales book.
That was the reason. He knew.
Suddenly, that made her cheeks warm up. Peter keeps talking.
"But for some reason in my dreams I couldn't see your face. I could never see... you." He's still watching her and she feels her heart beats faster. "I don't know if it was because you believed in me more than others… but I don't think it was just that. I…" This time he drops his eyes, almost defeated. "I don't know."
After all, could he really explain it, love? Could anybody really explain the pull toward just that one person, and the certainty no other could make you feel the same?
Could he really explain the pull he felt towards her, like she was a part of himself, of part of his soul? His soulmate.
He might know how to make pixie dust work better than anybody else but he wasn't a fairy.
He was no expert in the matter. (Nor that he ever wished to be.)
He wasn't a fairy. The thought was so ridiculous...
But he did make him think of Tinkerbell.
She would laugh out loud at him now. The first time Tink told him what exactly her job was, finding people's true love, Pan felt like he didn't know if he wanted to barf or simply satisfy that desire to slit her throat with his dagger for just mentioning something like that in his island.
But Tinkerbell had always got more fire than what she showed with her graceful appereance.
Oh, don't worry. If they ever asked me to find your soulmate Pan, I'd quit and jump off faster than that poor unfortunate soul.
Well, aren't we all lucky you're not a fairy anymore, Green?
He called her that just to spite her. And he didn't stop there. Oh, no. Because he wouldn't showed mercy on anybody.
You're just as useless now as I bet you were when you still got your wings.
He might have given the fallen fairy a place to stay when she dropped out of nowhere in Neverland but she must know that she wasn't welcome. And with her any other who dared to speak of love in his realm.
No, Peter wasn't a fairy.
He never dealt with love before Wendy.
He never felt it, he never understood it. And he still didn't now.
Now, he just knew.
Before recruiting his boys as the Piper, Peter knew many boys dreamnt of Neverland.
They visited in their dreams and Peter saw them, met them. It was like they were there with him, they could stay just as long as they didn't wake up.
But Wendy never really visit him like that.
She dreamnt of Neverland too. Every night since the shadow talked to her about it.
Everything was magical and wonderful in her dreams and she couldn't wait to go and visit and live her adventure.
She saw the sea, turquoise, shimmering with gold and silver, she saw green, wild trees and dark sky at night and clear blue in day but she didn't saw him. She never saw him.
Maybe they were not meant to meet like that.
Maybe they were meant to meet in person. And not in a dream. Somehow, that felt so much more important, held so much more meaning.
Her eyes wander on his face, there's still some confusion troubling in Peter's eyes, and Wendy can't stop herself from asking, "Do you regret it?"
"What?"
"Meeting me"
"Why do you ask?" he almost sounds alarmed.
She just looks down, "Oh, I don't know," she smiles and it's a little bittersweet. "Maybe because when you believed you couldn't get to my heart the first thing you thought about was to rip it out of my chest?"
"Wendy…" he starts.
"No" she shakes her head, stopping him. "I… I know who you are." she says, looking at him in the eye. "I might not have known it that night but I do now. And I learned how to… handle it." At least she thought so. She said horrible words to him the night before, in their fight and she still feels guilty. I know what you are. She thought he was a monster because she saw it. And it hadn't been a dream. It had been as real as it could be.
"It's just that… to think that you might really want to..." to crush her heart. He dreamnt of it. And she saw it. Even if she wasn't supposed to, she still couldn't forget how much it troubled her.
"I don't" he says quickly, wishing there was a way to reassure her for good. To make her believe.
"But you did think about it in the past" she points.
He looks at her, her shoulders still flinching slightly, and he curls his fingers into fists, to repress the urge to touch her. What could he say to that? It was the truth.
She takes a breath, her eyes, all of her face get quiet. "It's fine if you do, you know" she tells him, " if you do regret meeting me"
She just wanted to know.
She watches him. He's half in shadow, half in light, the line of his eyebrows hard, and the white sheets wrapped around his hips. She saw him bare many times now, she knows he's pale, his skin is almost as white as her own, but with that yellowish light on him now he looked so… different, delicate, even.
She watches him and waits for his answer.
She wanted to know if he ever dwell on the possibilities like she did.
Because she did. Times and times again.
She did wonder... what if she never took the hand of his shadow?
Maybe he would have carried on with his immortal life without her and she would have lived a different life too, with no Peter Pan in it. With absolutely no trace of his existence in it.
She knows she chose what she wanted for her life now. She chose him. It's been an entire century since the last time she begged him to let her go.
But she did wonder.
But she did wonder what it might have been like if that night she listened to Bae and just close the window.
Peter opens his mouth, he feels like it was too hard to breath already.
How could he regret it?
He wanted to do regret it so badly.
He wanted to regret the first step she walked on Neverland's soil.
And he had.
He had wanted her gone then, far away from him and she had been. Because his wish was a command in Neverland. He made her leave and pretended it was exactly what he wanted. Her arrival had been nothing but a mistake after all. All of her had been nothing but a mistake. He pretended to believe that and he did. The sooner she'd be gone the sooner he would forget all about her even coming there at all and things would have go back to normal. But they hadn't.
It had only been misery, while she was away.
A misery as endless as the nights and days in the very kingdom he created.
So how could he regret it?
Everything would have been so much easier if she never came... But how? How could he regret it after everything?
He wasn't that strong. But maybe she was. She always looked as fragile as she was strong. She's always had a power he never grasped, never got.
"Because you do, don't you?" he almost sneers at her. He can't bite back the rough, harsh note in his voice even if he wanted after all they just shared, even after he had her like that again in her (their?) bed, he still was so uncertain of what she felt towards him.
Wendy winces and that faint look in her eyes still makes him doubt everything.
You have me too. I'm yours. I'm completely yours.
Even the words she said to him that night and just moments before.
I don't have you. Because you don't wanna stay here. Because that's not what you want. Because you don't want me. He can't stop his mind from thinking that. I'm not what you want.
And he can't stop the hurt.
And the only way I can keep you is against your own will.
And in all the time she spent there, some days, some of their days had passed so quietly, with no fights and no cries and no tears.
With just the sunlight in her eyes and her smile, her beautiful smile and he almost fooled himself she might have said yes. If he asked her to stay in Neverland with him, she might have said yes.
But he never asked. He never asked. Because he always thought that he didn't need to.
He was the king. He was the one who made the decisions. And only his word counted there.
She was a prisoner, leverage against her brothers until they finished his bidding. And if things had changed, changed so completely he never felt the need to let her believe otherwise.
Until now.
She might agree to stay in Neverland now? Deep down, he felt like she'll never really be okay with it. Keeping her against her will felt wrong now but still, he couldn't imagine living in Neverland alone without her. He knew it was because of what he felt for her now. That knowledge now made him want her happy no matter what, with or yes, even without him. But he'd been selfish for so long and stopping just wasn't in his bones. And if being selfish about that was painful now, he still couldn't imagine her away from him forever.
Peter wants to tell her something, but he doesn't know what.
He remains silent, waiting for her to speak first.
Wendy blinks. She looks at him for a long time, struggles to find the right words to say.
Did she regret meeting him?
Then, she just chooses for the truth.
"Sometimes" she tells him, finally.
His heart sinks at hearing that.
It's not the wrenching, heart-shattering feeling, compressing his chest, that he experienced before, away from her, all alone. But it makes his heart ache nevertheless.
No, it's different. This is more like a prickle. A scratch, a quick cut that does bleed but it's not unbearable. Because deep down, when he allows to be honest with himself, he thought about it and he thought the exact same thing. He might not picture himself away from her, but...
What if he never met her at all? What if his shadow took one of her brothers or just another boy that night?
If they never met, none of that would have happened.
He would get what he always thought he wanted. His power and his immortality. His childhood.
And he would have never fallen in love at all.
He lowers his head and his gaze. He just can't look at her now.
Wendy speaks again. "But others, others I couldn't imagine living my life without you in it" Her fingers touch the side of his jaw, under his chin to find his eyes. She wants to look at him. And she wants him to look back at her. "I don't think I could ever go on and live my life without you."
She doesn't think she could ever live any life without him in it.
She stares at him intently. She watches as his features changes through many different emotions, surprise, shock even, then something warm, like affection, like... love?
Even if they were so rare, the moments when she was with him, when she really was with him, when it was just them, when he held her, when he kissed her like he did when he told her he was hers, she thought that no one has made her happier, no has hurt her more, but no one has made her happier either.
She never felt more free than when she was with him. And if someone asked her, they tell it was complete craziness because he was the one who locked her in a real cage made of sticks. But still, she knew that Neverland was exactly what she wanted, he was what she wanted and she couldn't denied it anymore. No matter the hurt and the pain she had felt, she still feels to that day sometimes.
She smiles, small and gentle.
Peter lets out a sight. He reaches out to caress her cheek softly and Wendy takes his fingers with her own, holding them against her skin.
"You do have me. And you don't need to take anything, because... my heart it's already yours. It's always been. Please, just…." her voice gets weak, broken. She closes her eyes, feeling the tears still wetting the corners of her eyes. "Please, just don't push me away like that again, okay?"
She said she could take him but she couldn't take another heartbreak.
He doesn't promise her but he brushes his lips against hers and kisses her and somehow it felt like so much more.
They sleep. Almost all night.
They're both very tired and finally they find some time to just sleep. Put at rest all that happened between them in the past weeks, even in the past hours. Even if that had been good things. Very good things.
They sleep until dawn.
A white light is creeping out from the window, reaching the floor and the edge of bed.
Wendy turns on the mattress, her eyelashes flutter open slowly.
Peter is sitting on his side of the bed, back turned on her. He's fully dressed, his torso wrapped up in his green tunic. He bends over to reach for his boots.
"Peter?" She calls him, voice uncertain and sleepy, her eyes still trying to focus his figure."Are you… are you leaving?"
He doesn't turn completely to her, he just turns his head to the side.
He doesn't answer.
He has no idea what he should do actually.
He slept for awhile but he's not a sleeper. He woke up eventually. He lied there, nervous and restless and unable to close his eyes again, unable to do anything. He watched her sleep, until he couldn't take it anymore.
He never really slept there with her apart from one night. That night he broke down and stole her necklace.
He's always run away.
He's always run away as fast as he could, sometimes even before Wendy fell asleep.
He just didn't want to read anything in her eyes, or hear any words from her lips.
Go away.
Go away, I don't wanna talk to you. I don't wanna even see you.
So he was out of the room before she had time to say anything and he had time to think, really think about what he wanted.
He knew what he wanted. Stay, stay, stay. He wanted to stay. He's always wanted to stay with her afterwords, wake up with her. But what if she still didn't?
What if she still doesn't want him there? He doesn't want to be the ungallant, horrid boy she called him so many times before.
She told him a lot of things that night. A lot of sweet things and being the receiver of all that made him his heart warm and light. He knows she's sweet, and tender and caring. She's all that but he's not. He is not. He's not. He could growl out, yell confessions that had made his chest stone-heavy for days, but only to get rid of the burden, only to set himself free. He's like that.
What if he cannot be anything else, anything at all for her? What if she still wants him gone after all?
He doesn't know why he can't feel at peace even when they are fine, when things are fine between them.
Because deep down he knows the truth.
He's still unsure. Surely, he got a weight off his chest, but he didn't tell her all. He didn't tell her what he really feels. He didn't tell her he loved her. And his heart cannot feel really light if he doesn't tell her. Things cannot be really fine if she doesn't know. But that, that seems such a struggle even now.
What if he'll never tell her? What if he's not able to? What if she wants that he never could? What if she doesn't love him back?
His breath traps somewhere in his lungs at the thought.
She didn't tell him either, after all.
My heart is already yours.
He recalls what she said, but what could that really mean?
She didn't say the words either. And for a moment Peter felt himself burning with that selfish need to hear them from her instead. When he couldn't seem to slip them off his mouth to save his life.
Maybe that was his punishment.
To crave honesty now, when all he ever did in his endless life was lying and pretending.
Wendy sits up, her curls wild and bushy from sleep, she rubs her eyes with the back of her hands. "Where are you going? Is it morning yet?"
Peter feels his shoulders suddenly go rigid. "No" he says.
"Then... stay, will you?"
He frowns deeply. "You… want me to?" he asks, his is voice husky and astonished like what she was saying was so… unthinkable.
"Yes." She tells him quietly, like it was the most obvious thing she could think of. When he doesn't move, doesn't do anything. She looks at him, confused. "You… you don't want to?" Then she lowers her head, her eyes drop down, not able to look at him anymore, afraid of what he could tell her, afraid he would confess something she just can't hear.
Perhaps she read him wrong. Perhaps he still doesn't want to stay. Even now that she told him he had her heart. He hadn't say it back after all. Perhaps he didn't regret meeting her. Perhaps he did regret it all. And what he told the night before -you have me, all of me- had been just a slip of tongue, something he said in the heat of their argument. And what they did, all of that, it still meant nothing to him. It was just a night like another. She breaths in quickly, her lips trembling. All of her fears gather in her chest at once, she feels the tears pricking her eyes, a knot on her throat.
Peter turns completely towards her. "I do" he assures her.
Wendy looks up, blinks. "Then stay." She prays, all gentle and soft, but with a a broken edge of hope. "Stay with me." She reaches out for his hand, instinctively. He presses his thumb over her palm, caressing it.
He looks at her, with his throat clenched and his eyes wet.
She was asking him. She was asking him. She did want him to stay.
Maybe Peter has craved to hear those words from her as much he craved her heart.
He lies down on the bed on his back.
Wendy lies on her side, when he turns his head to look at her, she's so close.
Slowly, she slides even closer and rest her head against his shoulder.
He moves his arm and wraps it around the small her back, lightly, pulling her against him. She curls against his side and when she closes her, she feels the sleep coming back again.
He watches her. He noticed the way some of her blonde hair spill on the green of his shirt.
He likes it, he thinks, just before he holds her tighter and he feels his eyelashes getting heavy too.
They sleep.
Little note: the book Wendy used to read is called The Sorcerer's Apprentice and it appears in the deleted scenes of OUAT season 2, episode 22. In case you'd ever want to check it out, I didn't make it up.
I don't know if anybody was wondering about the timeline of this story, it's AU so its doesn't matter that much, but to be clear all the events are set during the the second time Wendy came to Neverland.
It's still AU but I wanted to tied up different things in this chapter, some of them connected with canon, (I guess you could spot some references to the OUAT Neverland arc). I'm not sure how well that turned out, but this is it for now.
Thanks so much for reading, thanks so, so much for all the reviews, follows and favourites everyone!
What do you think? Are Peter and Wendy gonna enjoy their piece of happiness? Or is this just the calm before the storm? Who knows… (I probably do, actually. :P)
You're gonna find out in the next chapter, if you want to.