Okay, you could say I'm on a roll now...however, won't be updating every single day or this fic will be COMPLETE gaspsigh before you and I know it. Wouldn't that be sad.
MoooOOoooo...now on with the thank-you speech (notice my fascination with cows anyone? MaaamEeemOoo).
In order of erm, time:
Zorrina- Welcome to the review board does alien-raised-hand-separated-fingers welcome. Updates coming as soon as possible! Actually, I'm updating too frequently for my liking cuz then the cliffhangers won't work as effectively. Gahaha…
Rita3- hugs and I'm glad that my fic cheered you up a little, typed from my lil computer all the way on the other side of the world. Technology rocks don't it.
XxDarkGoddessxX- What can I say? Tills bell at counter "OY!! Regular customer here! Try not to chase her away will ya???" And lookie at this chappie. Hope you'll be happy with the fluff gives a face-splitting grin.
Cattt- Meowww...I dunno what a boodle is but it sounds yummy. Raises my own kitten Kiko (yeah got the idea from Neopets 0o) and raises her paw to wave at screen "Say hi to Cattt, Kiko,...say hi". Kiko just gives lazy eye & a jaw-breaking yawn Oh well.
Let's begin…
"Wendy, you have to help me! Look at me!" Peter exclaimed waving his arms about and gesturing at himself. If it were not such a serious matter, Wendy would have laughed.
Instead, she frowned. "You silly ass," she replied using Tinkerbell's words, "I can't help you with that. No one can". But this, of course, was not what Peter wanted to hear. "You're growing up, is all," Wendy said again. And THIS was DEFINITELY not what Peter wanted to hear.
Peter clutched his face with his hands and paced the floor like one gone mad. "No no no...I can't be growing up. How can I, Peter Pan, be growing up?" Peter said, and he felt as if he could never crow again.
At Wendy's insistence, Michael had left the room but of course, he was really still there, placing his ear at Wendy's door and peeping through the keyhole. He still couldn't catch much though. Bollocks, Michael thought.
Then suddenly, something occurred to Peter. "It must be the thimble you gave me. I know it is. It all started with the thimble". He knew that this sickness of his had something to do with Wendy, for he had felt the most ill whenever he thought about her. Even now, while he looked at her, he felt as if his heart would burst. And it had all begun when she had given him her thimble--that funny thing when she had pressed her lips against his. His lips suddenly tingled with the memory and his heart ached again.
"Make it go away..." Peter groaned. He was miserable.
"Well, I never", I thought as I looked at Peter. A thimble--a kiss was supposed to be a wonderful thing. I couldn't understand why it was giving Peter so much distress. He was brooding, crouching on my bedpost like some gigantic bird. He looked so ridiculous and utterly miserable that I didn't know whether to laugh or feel sorry for him. I felt not a little guilty too, if what he had said was true.
Then suddenly his face lit up. I could see he had had an idea. I was right.
"Wendy! If your thimble could've done this to me, maybe if you do it again, it will stop!" he was saying, happy as a lark, and with so much hope in his eyes.
I was not particularly convinced. "Um...are you sure Peter? I mean, what if--". It only gets worse? I wanted to say but kept it to myself. Let Peter have his glimmer of hope, the silly boy.
"It has to work!" he said, suddenly cheerful again. He flew off the bedpost with gusto to land in front of me. "Well?"
I couldn't believe the nerve of him. Did he think th--kisses were like candy to be given away anytime I liked?? There's so much he still had to learn.
I couldn't understand why Wendy was glaring at me so. Did I say something wrong? Then I remembered the words I had used to put out her anger in the past.
"Wendy," I said, in a voice that no woman has ever yet been able to resist, "Wendy, one girl is more use than twenty boys."
Wendy wrinkled her nose. She knew she had been beaten. It was all I could do not to crow right there and then.
"Well alright," she said grudgingly. "One thimble, but don't think you can--you know, ask me for them like that anytime you want". Girls. Don't think I could ever figure them out.
Wendy took a deep breath and shook herself like a boxer about to enter a fight. Blowing out a breath, she turned to face Peter and said, nodding to herself, "Alright I'm ready". She inclined her face toward him and closed her eyes.
Peter, full of gusto before, suddenly became quite aware of what they were about to do. Wendy was standing before him with her chin tilted up towards him and her eyes closed expectantly, and for a moment, he wasn't quite sure of what to do.
Then slowly, hesitatingly, with his eyes still open, he lowered his face towards hers and bent in to place his lips upon hers.
If anything, Peter's heart only ached more and this time, it started to beat like he had been flying a marathon. Peter gasped in wonder. But he did not break the kiss. And oddly, he did not want to. Warm little tingles like fairy wings prickled him all over. Closing his eyes, he tilted his head and kissed Wendy deeper.
Wendy was surprised. Pleasantly surprised. She kissed Peter back. And all of a sudden, they could not stop.
Peter's arms were hanging loosely by his sides. Feeling slightly boldened, Wendy moved in closer towards him and pulled his arms around her, deepening the kiss. Peter tightened his arms around the small waist hidden underneath the cotton fabric of her nightgown, tracing the small curves of her body with his fingers. He was like a child making a new discovery and somewhere at the back of his mind, he was filled with the utmost wonder.
If Peter were not holding her up, Wendy would have sunk right to the floor then. She knew that they had to stop, and a nagging voice at the back of her head told her that Michael was probably right outside the door, ready to barge in at any moment but all she could feel was lips, skin, hands, warmth…
Suddenly, a small groan escaped the back of Peter's throat.
Blushing furiously, Wendy broke the kiss and pushed herself out of Peter's arms. She was breathing hard and her cheeks were flushed.
Peter looked at Wendy as if he had never seen her before. He was also breathing heavily. He swallowed hard. His legs felt weak. And his arms suddenly felt empty.
"What was that?" he croaked.
Wendy screamed as her hair was yanked back hard.
Outside, Michael realized that things had become very quiet all of a sudden. He was just about to barge into the room when he felt his hair being pulled back by tiny hands.
"OW!!" he exclaimed before catching a trail of golden fairy dust disappear through the keyhole.
"Tink!!" Peter scolded. Tink was now darting about, using offensive language.
Wendy realized how familiar this scene was.
