A/N: Hey everyone! I'm sorry about the delay on this, I've had this chapter prepared for months and the next is half way through. I had some plot issues I had to work on, and then life came in and I got some personal and family issues I had to deal with. Very sorry, again. Thank you for the reviews and support, and have a good read!
- Kat
Chapter Seven – Bring us that Neverland
"Too well," he answered me, and I could see hint of something I couldn't identify, but something changed in his eyes. He leaned in to kiss me. His touch was light, and soft. I wanted more, I wanted to feel more of him. I pressed myself closer to him, and he put his hand on my neck as to support my head.
It all felt perfect, light and easy. Would it ever be as easy as it was now? I rather doubted it would. I felt like his flavor drunken me. With my eyes closed, all I could feel, all I wanted at the moment, was this; all that he was giving me.
It felt wrong to part our lips, even if the reason was a simple one like need for air. I opened mine, regretting my own boldness to do so. I could see how my pleasured smile made him glitter with playfulness, but something else had put a twinkle in his eyes. Peter turned his face away, suddenly. I sat up and hugged him, sighting.
It was like a fairytale, and for that moment we joined I had forgotten about everything. About his leaving again; but this time I was going, and I could conform myself with that.
I turned my head to face him, my arms still wrapped around his neck. I felt my blood rush to my cheeks, in embarrassment, either for my stepping up to the plate or for the one inch that separated my face form his.
"Sleep; we need sleep," I stuttered. If he kissed me again I believe my heart would explode. Peter chuckled, and laid next to me.
Oh, great. How was I going to sleep with him right there? I forced my eyes shut, and tried to make my body at ease. That only happened when I heard Peter's light and paused breathing, meaning he was a sleep. I sighed and attempted to clear my mind of everything, something that obviously didn't happened. I was startled when I felt and arm hold me around my waste. I jumped slightly in my position, and opened my eyes. Peter was still sleeping, but I felt his warm arm around me. Surprisingly, it relaxed me.
I closed my eyes off again, and drifted slowly to dreamland.
"Wendy…" Something was shaking me softly, and a calm voice called me, interrupting my dream. I was running; running like I never ran. What was I running to? Or from? More like from who. I was being chased, I felt, and I was scared to my bones.
"Wendy." I fluttered my eyes, until I could see what was around me. The room was still darkish, and Peter was leaning over me.
"Awake! I'm awake!" I answered quickly, sitting up. He smiled at me, and I felt something shiver inside me. "Is it time to go?"
"In fact, it is," he got up. "Do you need to grab anything?"
"No," I answered, getting up. "Mind if I take shoes this time? If I do remember correctly, Neverland didn't particularly have soft ground." He nodded with a smile, and I put on some flat shoes that I had around.
Tink flew in through the window, and I squealed some things at Peter and he nodded along. I was yet to fully understand fairy talk, but I managed to pick up a few things. It was about the trip.
"I assume you remember the way?" I asked.
Peter smiled. "Very well, I believe. Are you ready?"
I nodded and followed him to the window. Tinker Bell seemed to completely shower Peter with fairy dust, while she put a rather smaller quantity in his hand. And he did it like he did years ago, blowing it on to me. I felt exactly like I did before, engaged by the sparkling green eyes, that had a new glow to them. Yes, I realized how my mistake had hurt him. Leaving Neverland was something Peter Pan must never do, for Neverland is undoubtedly his home and Neverland is Peter Pan.
Peter took my hand and we stepped onto the boarder of the window.
"Now, don't forget, happy thoughts," he told me, as if I was a little child.
As a reflex, I smiled. The simple fact of him holding my hand already sent a million happy thoughts dashing through my mind. It was that easy. Peter seemed to be thinking rather good too, for he stepped into the air without hesitation and was floating just like he used to. Just like before.
He looked confidently at me, and I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and concentrating on the warmth that came from his hand. I took one step forwards; what could happen anyway? I fell, Peter would catch me. I could feel plain air under my feet, but I wasn't falling. My body wasn't cutting through the wind until it hit the ground. I was… flying. I smiled widely at the feeling. If you could fly, what could you not do? I arched my arms around and felt myself moving. Peter did not let go of my hand, and instead was conducting me up, up to the sky.
Dawn was about to break, and we must have reached our destiny by them. We were flying quickly, I could see nothing but the blue sky moving past us, until we reached what seemed a blinding flash of light, and I smiled at the familiarity of the scenery. Oh, ho w I'd like the conditions to be the same as before. How would I like for Michael and John to have stuck with me, but I have to admit, my company and behavior weren't neither welcoming nor happy. I missed my brothers, I missed our adventures. I missed my family, and for a moment, I wondered how Peter had spent his time while away from Neverland.
I felt Peter speed up.
"We need to hurry," he told me. I nodded, though I had no idea on how to go faster.
Well then, bring us that Neverland.
