He wrapped an arm around her waist when he noticed her sleeping. He'd wake
her when they go to Neverland. The trip was oh so dull anyway. Tinkerbell
jingled and he smiled.
"Yes, the Lost Boys will like her. She's much more adventurous than Wendy was." He said. Bells chimed. "You even like her." They chimed as if shocked. "Don't start. If it were Wendy who beat me in the race you'd be furious." Bells rang with agreement.
"She's like a fairy." He said. He turned his head to look at Moria. "She's like a pixie who lost her way to the Neverland." He said. Tink jingled as she nodded.
"I hope she stays longer than Wendy did." He said looking straight ahead. "The Lost Boys need a good mother. I fear they are tiring of my stories. They are quite dull to be honest." He said. Tink nodded. Then Peter was silent.
His mind wandering about like it often did when he thought of Wendy. He never quite knew why she'd left to grow up. Yet it hadn't really bothered him till the feeling had arrived.
The feeling. He felt it still. It was tingling in the arm that was around Moria's waist. It felt like fire yet a good fire. Felt like his skin was melting and hers was melding with it.
Tinkerbell had drifted off into a light stage of sleep. He was alone with his thoughts which on a normal day would of bore him and he'd have awoken both the fairy and his new Wendy. But something was different. Something inside him had shifted something had begun to change. He knew not what but he wasn't afraid. He was soothed by the change.
His thoughts faded. They were near Neverland.
He could hear the birds; he could smell the blooming blossoms. He woke Tinkerbell.
"Go prepare the Lost Boys." He said. "I want them all at the home when I get there." She jingled and flew off ahead.
Gently he turned onto his back pulling Moria around with him. She rested lightly on his chest. He smiled and flipped over suddenly. Moria fell onto his back. He wrapped her arms around his neck and in her sleep she held tight. He rose higher until he was in the clouds.
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Moria woke up and stretched. She was surrounded by white puffy soft clouds. She smiled.
"Didn't want to wake you till we got here." She looked over and Peter smiled at her. He was lying on his side propped up on his elbow.
"I thought I was dreaming." She said. Peter shook his head.
"It's all real." He said. She smiled.
Peter laid down on his stomach. Moria flipped over and looked down over the island. It was beautiful. The sun shined on every inch of it. Trees covered a great portion of the land and if there weren't trees there was a lake or Indian encampment. The waters surrounding the island were clear and blue as the sky. She smiled.
"Come on." He said standing up. She smiled as he held out his hand. She took it and he helped her to her feet. He entwined his fingers with hers and smiled. She returned the smile as she blushed. Then she followed him off the cloud and into the air.
They almost glided down to the shore but Peter shifted their direction so that they landed in the thick of the forest to the west of the island.
Squeezing her hand tight he turned and smiled at her. Walking forward slightly she fell down a hole.
"Yes, the Lost Boys will like her. She's much more adventurous than Wendy was." He said. Bells chimed. "You even like her." They chimed as if shocked. "Don't start. If it were Wendy who beat me in the race you'd be furious." Bells rang with agreement.
"She's like a fairy." He said. He turned his head to look at Moria. "She's like a pixie who lost her way to the Neverland." He said. Tink jingled as she nodded.
"I hope she stays longer than Wendy did." He said looking straight ahead. "The Lost Boys need a good mother. I fear they are tiring of my stories. They are quite dull to be honest." He said. Tink nodded. Then Peter was silent.
His mind wandering about like it often did when he thought of Wendy. He never quite knew why she'd left to grow up. Yet it hadn't really bothered him till the feeling had arrived.
The feeling. He felt it still. It was tingling in the arm that was around Moria's waist. It felt like fire yet a good fire. Felt like his skin was melting and hers was melding with it.
Tinkerbell had drifted off into a light stage of sleep. He was alone with his thoughts which on a normal day would of bore him and he'd have awoken both the fairy and his new Wendy. But something was different. Something inside him had shifted something had begun to change. He knew not what but he wasn't afraid. He was soothed by the change.
His thoughts faded. They were near Neverland.
He could hear the birds; he could smell the blooming blossoms. He woke Tinkerbell.
"Go prepare the Lost Boys." He said. "I want them all at the home when I get there." She jingled and flew off ahead.
Gently he turned onto his back pulling Moria around with him. She rested lightly on his chest. He smiled and flipped over suddenly. Moria fell onto his back. He wrapped her arms around his neck and in her sleep she held tight. He rose higher until he was in the clouds.
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Moria woke up and stretched. She was surrounded by white puffy soft clouds. She smiled.
"Didn't want to wake you till we got here." She looked over and Peter smiled at her. He was lying on his side propped up on his elbow.
"I thought I was dreaming." She said. Peter shook his head.
"It's all real." He said. She smiled.
Peter laid down on his stomach. Moria flipped over and looked down over the island. It was beautiful. The sun shined on every inch of it. Trees covered a great portion of the land and if there weren't trees there was a lake or Indian encampment. The waters surrounding the island were clear and blue as the sky. She smiled.
"Come on." He said standing up. She smiled as he held out his hand. She took it and he helped her to her feet. He entwined his fingers with hers and smiled. She returned the smile as she blushed. Then she followed him off the cloud and into the air.
They almost glided down to the shore but Peter shifted their direction so that they landed in the thick of the forest to the west of the island.
Squeezing her hand tight he turned and smiled at her. Walking forward slightly she fell down a hole.
