Title: Dreaming
Summary: [Heart, Peter / Alice] She was slowly starting to wake from the dream.
Rating: PG-13
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Peter watched as Alice grimaced in her sleep, her skin flushed with sweat and her breathing labored, and had to physically restrain himself from reaching out to comfort her. His hands fisted in the bedsheets.
It was too soon. Much too soon. She shouldn't be starting to feel the pull from her world this soon.
He hadn't had enough time to make her fall in love with him yet.
The girl gave a tiny whimper and Peter's remaining composure shattered.
"Alice!" He scooped her up into his arms, shaking her gently. A hint of desperation creeping into his voice as he called her. "Alice. Please Alice. Wake up! You're having a nightmare."
"Ah..." She gasped, mumbling incoherently at the treatment, eyelashes fluttering. Then blinked slowly up at him. "Peter?"
"Oh, thank goodness." Ears sagging in relief, he tightened his arms around her in a fierce hug, peppering her face with kisses as she squirmed instinctively in protest. "I was so worried. Thank goodness you're awake."
"Awake?" She gave him an adorably confused sleepy look, far more candid than anything she would show him during the light of day. "But, this is still a dream isn't it?"
Swallowing back a yawn, Alice ran her fingers lightly through his snow white hair. Her eyes trailed up pointedly towards his rabbit ears.
"It's all right like this though, isn't it?" Keeping his arms locked around her, he nuzzled the crook of her neck and reveled in each and every one of her sleepy touches. "All you have to do is keep dreaming."
"But..." She frowned, still a touch too tired to form a proper rebuttal.
"Nothing else matters." Peter insisted, more firmly this time. Taking the opportunity to coax her into a kiss while she was less likely to hit him for it, Peter eased Alice back down into the mattress. His hands closed about her wrists. "So long as you stay in this world with me everything will be perfect."