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OK, so, before I put the chapter I've got to say a few things.
SUMMARY: PETER HAS COME BACK FOR WENDY UNDER A DIFFERENT NAME. WILL THINGS SPARK UP, OR WILL THE "CINDER" DIE DOWN?
RATING: STILL PG.... FOR NOW...
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY.... EXCEPT FOR MR. AND MRS. LE FLEUR.
CHI- DON'T WORRY, I'M UPDATING...NOW...
PETERPANFAN- ;) (Lol)
SROSE9- THANKS FOR THE REVIEW, AND DON'T WORRY, THIS CHAPTER'S A LOT LONGER.
PETER'S GIRL- THANK YOU FOR THE GREAT REVIEW, AND I'M GLAD YOU LIKE THE PLOT. BUT, JUST ONE THING: YOU MAY BE PETER'S GIRL, BUT I AM JEREMY'S GIRL...LOL
EMILY- THANK YOU FOR REVIEWING, AND DON'T WORRY, HERE'S THE NEXT CHAPTER!!!
CHAPTER 2
"Wendy, why don't you join us for dinner?" broke Mrs. Le Fleur's unfamiliar French slur.
"Oh, erm, yes," I mumbled, still entranced by seeing Peter- I mean, Pierre- after a year.
The four adults chatted merrily, when suddenly, I remembered that my window was opened. "Oh, Mum, my window is opened, excuse me," And I dashed off toward the bedroom. As they got to the bottom of the stairs, I heard Peter's deep voice say,
"Mrs. Darling, may I please use the rest area?" Pretty soon, I heard him walking back upstairs.
I had already closed my window, and was walking toward the nursery door, when Peter dashed in, and shut the door behind him. "So, what do you think?"
"Peter, you look marvelous!" I exclaimed.
"I'm growing up-"he came up to me, so we were inches apart. "- for you. I want to be with you, and- I- I think that I love you!" Right away he started twiddling his thumbs, not knowing how I would react, apparently. "I changed my home, and Tink found me a nice family. We are moving in next door, so I can to your window every day." Almost instinctively, we both brought our arms to each other and shared an intimate hug with my arms around his neck, and his around my waist, giving me chills right down to the marrow of my bones.
"Peter! Wendy, your food is getting cold!" Peter and I looked at each other and dashed downstairs.
After a blessing and a quick, and for Peter and I, silent meal, I went upstairs to my bedroom after excusing myself. I sat in my room on my bed, just thinking.
A few minutes later,. Mother came into my room. Mum, Dad, and the two elder Le Fleurs were going for a walk. Pierre would be up in a minute.
Ten minutes later, Peter still was not here, and I was a bit antsy- you will never know what he can do alone within ten minutes.
Suddenly, I heard a noise on the window. Peter was floating by it, waving rapidly, clad in vines and leaves. I was absolutely shocked, especially since he had become even more muscular since I had seen him last, and dashed over to the window, throwing it open.
"Peter! How did you- what-"
"I thought you would like to see me in a bit familiar form," he said softly. He was not smiling though.
"Peter, what-"I faded out quickly. He was right in front of me; hardly room for a hair was between us.
We were silent for a minute or two, just staring into each other's eyes, and then he slowly, hesitantly, brought his hand to my cheek and softly caressed it. "Wendy- I have something that I- I need to give back to you."
At first, I thought he was giving me my thimble. Then-
"Your brother forgot this," he said, letting a top hat that I had not noticed before, fall off of his head and into his hands. I let down my shoulders, and I realized that I'd had them hunched up; basically my whole body had been tense. I softly reached forward and snatched the hat, and let my arm fall right down precariously. "I thought that, since he wasn't here, I would give it to you, for now."
We were staring into each other's eyes again. He cautiously brought his hands to my hair, and started sifting it through his hands. He suddenly stopped. His big hands were holding me from the nape of my neck to the front of my chin. Then, ever so slowly, he leaned down to my face, then-
We heard laughter from outside, and the sound of footsteps on the pavement. I jumped, and Peter let go of me. He dashed to my door, and then stopped, like he had forgotten something. Just as quickly, he flew over to me, metaphorically, brushed his lips across my cheek, and raced to the door across the hall. I went downstairs to open the door for my parents, lightly touching my cheek.
"Oh, hello, Wendy, did you and Pierre have fun?" asked Father, after I opened the door. I nodded with a half-smile. "And, where is he?"
My eyes widened. "Well- erm, erm, he- well-"
"I'm right here," said Peter, now in his Pierre suit, walking surprisingly gracefully for a man who had spent, up until a few months ago, his whole life being a boy.
"I will go and make coffee," said Mum. The three men went into the sitting room, leaving Mrs. Le Fleur and I alone. "Mrs. Le Fleur, how old is Pierre?"
"Well, he tried to tell us he was thirteen, but we found out that he is fifteen, and he turns sixteen on Christmas this year," then, suddenly, she was wearing a sly smile. "You know, I think that he is trying to court you," I inwardly laughed. "Whenever you are not looking, he just stares and stares at you. How old are you?"
"I'll be fourteen in about a month," I said, thinking about how weird it would be making everyone think that Peter is courting me as Pierre.
"That's not bad. My husband and I are eight years apart. Unfortunately, we- er, "lost" our first child, and after that, we could not have any more. You know, our little boy would be about Pierre's age right now," she finished sadly.
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"Oh, Mum, you are always trying to set me up with one boy or another!"
"I know, Wendy dear, but- well I was married by fifteen, and you are nearly fourteen, and Pierre seems like a nice man."
If only she knew, I thought.
"Well, I am off to bed. Good night, Wendy!" she said, getting off my bed, and walking to her bedroom.
I walked over to my bureau, pulled out a thin, silk, nightgown, my new white one, took off my dress, and happily relieved myself from my worst enemy: my corset. I threw on my gown, and walked over to my canopy bed to find a great surprise.
There, underneath the top of the canopy, so that you could not see him unless you were lying on the bed, was Peter, floating. I quickly surpressed a squeal. He was, once again, in vines and leaves.
Slowly, he floated down, hovering a few inches above me. "Peter, what are you doing here?" I whispered breathlessly, little flutters going through my stomach, chills creeping painfully, yet pleasurably, up my spine.
"I missed you!"
"Peter, we have only been apart a few hours!"
Peter made a pouty face. "Can't you move in with me?"
"Oh, Peter," I sighed. "I cannot, it would not be proper!"
"Well, then0 come with me, to Neverland!"
At this point, I was extremely tempted. He looked so sad, that I could not help it!
"Well, only for a few hours, and no more than that, or someone might find out!"
"Oh, alright!" sighed Peter, rolling his eyes. "Let's go!" he said, his expression changing from reluctant to excited in a nanosecond.
"Now?!" I asked, shocked. He nodded rapidly, and he floated down to the floor beside my bed, this time flat on the ground. He threw down my covers instantly, then swiftly grabbed me up, one arm under my knees, the other under my arms, then he dashed over to the window, and before I knew what was happening, we were flying through the warm air, and suddenly, I saw Tinkerbell flying beside us, and I quickly through my arms around Peter's neck. The air outside was chilly, and the wind rushing past us made it even cooler, but I felt warm.
I was so warm and comfortable that I almost fell asleep, but then I suddenly heard something.
"What?" I asked.
"You had better hold on tight," came his deep, husky whisper.
I did what he told me, and suddenly we were rushing across the planets and stars. I squealed with delight, and Peter looked down into my eyes, and raised his eyebrows playfully, and squeezed my legs lightly, making me giggle.
*CHANGE P.O.V.*
Wendy's giggle made me want to scream and shout with excitement, but I knew I would end up dropping her.
Suddenly, I had a great idea.
"Wendy?" I asked, sounding as casual as I could.
"Yes, Peter?" she said, looking up dreamily at me.
"Be careful!" I yelled, dropping her a foot, and then quickly catching her.
"Peter, don't!" she shrieked, lightly hitting my shoulder.
I laughed. "Was that supposed to hurt?"
She looked sort of frustrated. "Oh, I do not know!"
I laughed, and then dropped and caught her again.
"Peter! If you do that one more time, I will-
And I dropped her, only this time, I didn't catch her...
*CHANGE P.O.V.*
I screamed, but only for a few seconds, because I had landed on a cloud. Literally.
It is funny, because landing on a cloud, most would think, would be painful, as you would fall through that cloud and then through another would, and would eventually land on solid ground. Neverland clouds, however, are different.
Once you land on one, every single pain in your body, from a headache to a twisted muscle, to a pain somewhere you did not even realize that had have, disappear. Every pleasant feeling you have experienced is happening: a cool fan on a hot day, a warm blanket and coffee on a stressful evening, a breath of fresh air after being underwater, getting a massage, etc.
What most people do not know is that clouds are not made like that for a good reason, Peter told me that Hook once met a witch who he talked into cursing the clouds to make you so comfortable and vulnerable, that Hook could get you to agree to become a pirate, and once you become a pirate, of course, there is no turning back. I knew quickly to stand up, even though it was slightly torturous.
"Peter! Golly, I am not letting YOU hold ME anymore!" I said, once he had landed beside me, and was reaching out to pick me up again. But, of course, he gave me a pouty look that actually made me so swoony that my knees buckled, and he caught me under my arms lightly. I looked up into his eyes dazedly, and he swept me up once again.
*CHANGE P.O.V.*
It was amazing how light she was for her age. She felt as light as a feather. Of course, I AM pretty muscular.
"Peter," Wendy's entrancing voice met my ears. "Are you sure you can carry me? I mean, I am-
"You're perfect," I said, making her blush deep red.
Within a few seconds, we were already on the ground of the forest outside of the hidden house. I sat down on the ground and lay Wendy next do me, so I could get a good look at her before we looked around the land.
*CHANGE P.O.V.*
I was not sure what I was supposed to do after he had lain me down on the ground, but he was not going anywhere, so I stayed. All he was doing was staring at me, and I was staring back. Suddenly, he was reaching down to me, and I was not sure what he was doing. I felt his warm hand touch the skin of my arm, giving me chills, and he, I realized, was pulling the thin strap of my short gown up.
I sighed, and sat up.
"Well- what do you want to do?" I asked.
"Let's go see our old home!" he said excitedly.
"Okay," I said half-heartedly. Peter grabbed my hand, and we ran down into our old underground house, and I could not help but feel happy and excited.
"Oh, look," said Peter, with shining eyes. "Here's the hammock where the twins slept, and here are Nibs and Tootles' sleeping bags, and Slightly, and Curly, and Michael, and John's bunks, and here's the lady's quarter's." He finished and we went past a hanging blanket into my little room. Then, we walked into Peter's den, and right when I got in, I saw a thimble on the ground.
I immediately went and snatched it up to see if it was the one I had given him. It was, because the one I had given him had a tiny red stain on it, from when I had accidentally broken the skin with a pin when I was sewing.
"Peter, it is the thimble that I had given-"I immediately stopped talking, His eyes were huge, and he looked over at me innocently. "I meant, the kiss that I had given you." I said softly. You see, Peter had the impression that a thimble was called a kiss, and a kiss was called a thimble.
Peter looked immensely relieved. Then, he abruptly grabbed my hand and we were running out of the house, this time toward the mermaid lagoon. I was extremely surprised to go there and see not only hideous mermaids, but mermen, chasing and grabbing at the mermaids playfully, smiling their demonical smiles.
Suddenly, I felt a poke on my right shoulder, but I looked, and no one was there, and I quickly looked to my left, and Peter was there smirking. I gave him a sly questioning look, and I walked backward one step. He smiled, raised his eyebrows at me, and walked forward one step. I went back two, he went up two, and we did this until we got to eight steps, then he jumped up and said, "Ha!" He gave me an excited glare, and I ran!
I ran forever, it seemed, looking back at him chasing me, every so often. Finally, after running about ten minutes, I looked back, and saw that he was not there. I listened, after I had stopped and caught my breath, and I did not hear anything. Then, in a short span, I looked up, saw Peter coming toward me, and I was on the ground.
After regaining comprehension of what had happened, I opened my eyes. I had fallen right on my back, and with my arms above my head, but still flat on the ground. He was above me, with his hands holding himself up, his legs on the outside on either side of mine. I was nervous. I had never had a boy on top of me before, and for good reason. (Obviously.)
We were not moving, just looking into each other's eyes. He slowly moistened his top lip with his tongue. Suddenly, it seemed as if he had popped out of a trance, and had come to his senses. He rolled off to the side and put my arms back down. "Come on, Wendy. Let's go look around."
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Okay, this time I want at least six reviews, and then I'll post the next chapter.
OK, so, before I put the chapter I've got to say a few things.
SUMMARY: PETER HAS COME BACK FOR WENDY UNDER A DIFFERENT NAME. WILL THINGS SPARK UP, OR WILL THE "CINDER" DIE DOWN?
RATING: STILL PG.... FOR NOW...
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY.... EXCEPT FOR MR. AND MRS. LE FLEUR.
CHI- DON'T WORRY, I'M UPDATING...NOW...
PETERPANFAN- ;) (Lol)
SROSE9- THANKS FOR THE REVIEW, AND DON'T WORRY, THIS CHAPTER'S A LOT LONGER.
PETER'S GIRL- THANK YOU FOR THE GREAT REVIEW, AND I'M GLAD YOU LIKE THE PLOT. BUT, JUST ONE THING: YOU MAY BE PETER'S GIRL, BUT I AM JEREMY'S GIRL...LOL
EMILY- THANK YOU FOR REVIEWING, AND DON'T WORRY, HERE'S THE NEXT CHAPTER!!!
CHAPTER 2
"Wendy, why don't you join us for dinner?" broke Mrs. Le Fleur's unfamiliar French slur.
"Oh, erm, yes," I mumbled, still entranced by seeing Peter- I mean, Pierre- after a year.
The four adults chatted merrily, when suddenly, I remembered that my window was opened. "Oh, Mum, my window is opened, excuse me," And I dashed off toward the bedroom. As they got to the bottom of the stairs, I heard Peter's deep voice say,
"Mrs. Darling, may I please use the rest area?" Pretty soon, I heard him walking back upstairs.
I had already closed my window, and was walking toward the nursery door, when Peter dashed in, and shut the door behind him. "So, what do you think?"
"Peter, you look marvelous!" I exclaimed.
"I'm growing up-"he came up to me, so we were inches apart. "- for you. I want to be with you, and- I- I think that I love you!" Right away he started twiddling his thumbs, not knowing how I would react, apparently. "I changed my home, and Tink found me a nice family. We are moving in next door, so I can to your window every day." Almost instinctively, we both brought our arms to each other and shared an intimate hug with my arms around his neck, and his around my waist, giving me chills right down to the marrow of my bones.
"Peter! Wendy, your food is getting cold!" Peter and I looked at each other and dashed downstairs.
After a blessing and a quick, and for Peter and I, silent meal, I went upstairs to my bedroom after excusing myself. I sat in my room on my bed, just thinking.
A few minutes later,. Mother came into my room. Mum, Dad, and the two elder Le Fleurs were going for a walk. Pierre would be up in a minute.
Ten minutes later, Peter still was not here, and I was a bit antsy- you will never know what he can do alone within ten minutes.
Suddenly, I heard a noise on the window. Peter was floating by it, waving rapidly, clad in vines and leaves. I was absolutely shocked, especially since he had become even more muscular since I had seen him last, and dashed over to the window, throwing it open.
"Peter! How did you- what-"
"I thought you would like to see me in a bit familiar form," he said softly. He was not smiling though.
"Peter, what-"I faded out quickly. He was right in front of me; hardly room for a hair was between us.
We were silent for a minute or two, just staring into each other's eyes, and then he slowly, hesitantly, brought his hand to my cheek and softly caressed it. "Wendy- I have something that I- I need to give back to you."
At first, I thought he was giving me my thimble. Then-
"Your brother forgot this," he said, letting a top hat that I had not noticed before, fall off of his head and into his hands. I let down my shoulders, and I realized that I'd had them hunched up; basically my whole body had been tense. I softly reached forward and snatched the hat, and let my arm fall right down precariously. "I thought that, since he wasn't here, I would give it to you, for now."
We were staring into each other's eyes again. He cautiously brought his hands to my hair, and started sifting it through his hands. He suddenly stopped. His big hands were holding me from the nape of my neck to the front of my chin. Then, ever so slowly, he leaned down to my face, then-
We heard laughter from outside, and the sound of footsteps on the pavement. I jumped, and Peter let go of me. He dashed to my door, and then stopped, like he had forgotten something. Just as quickly, he flew over to me, metaphorically, brushed his lips across my cheek, and raced to the door across the hall. I went downstairs to open the door for my parents, lightly touching my cheek.
"Oh, hello, Wendy, did you and Pierre have fun?" asked Father, after I opened the door. I nodded with a half-smile. "And, where is he?"
My eyes widened. "Well- erm, erm, he- well-"
"I'm right here," said Peter, now in his Pierre suit, walking surprisingly gracefully for a man who had spent, up until a few months ago, his whole life being a boy.
"I will go and make coffee," said Mum. The three men went into the sitting room, leaving Mrs. Le Fleur and I alone. "Mrs. Le Fleur, how old is Pierre?"
"Well, he tried to tell us he was thirteen, but we found out that he is fifteen, and he turns sixteen on Christmas this year," then, suddenly, she was wearing a sly smile. "You know, I think that he is trying to court you," I inwardly laughed. "Whenever you are not looking, he just stares and stares at you. How old are you?"
"I'll be fourteen in about a month," I said, thinking about how weird it would be making everyone think that Peter is courting me as Pierre.
"That's not bad. My husband and I are eight years apart. Unfortunately, we- er, "lost" our first child, and after that, we could not have any more. You know, our little boy would be about Pierre's age right now," she finished sadly.
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"Oh, Mum, you are always trying to set me up with one boy or another!"
"I know, Wendy dear, but- well I was married by fifteen, and you are nearly fourteen, and Pierre seems like a nice man."
If only she knew, I thought.
"Well, I am off to bed. Good night, Wendy!" she said, getting off my bed, and walking to her bedroom.
I walked over to my bureau, pulled out a thin, silk, nightgown, my new white one, took off my dress, and happily relieved myself from my worst enemy: my corset. I threw on my gown, and walked over to my canopy bed to find a great surprise.
There, underneath the top of the canopy, so that you could not see him unless you were lying on the bed, was Peter, floating. I quickly surpressed a squeal. He was, once again, in vines and leaves.
Slowly, he floated down, hovering a few inches above me. "Peter, what are you doing here?" I whispered breathlessly, little flutters going through my stomach, chills creeping painfully, yet pleasurably, up my spine.
"I missed you!"
"Peter, we have only been apart a few hours!"
Peter made a pouty face. "Can't you move in with me?"
"Oh, Peter," I sighed. "I cannot, it would not be proper!"
"Well, then0 come with me, to Neverland!"
At this point, I was extremely tempted. He looked so sad, that I could not help it!
"Well, only for a few hours, and no more than that, or someone might find out!"
"Oh, alright!" sighed Peter, rolling his eyes. "Let's go!" he said, his expression changing from reluctant to excited in a nanosecond.
"Now?!" I asked, shocked. He nodded rapidly, and he floated down to the floor beside my bed, this time flat on the ground. He threw down my covers instantly, then swiftly grabbed me up, one arm under my knees, the other under my arms, then he dashed over to the window, and before I knew what was happening, we were flying through the warm air, and suddenly, I saw Tinkerbell flying beside us, and I quickly through my arms around Peter's neck. The air outside was chilly, and the wind rushing past us made it even cooler, but I felt warm.
I was so warm and comfortable that I almost fell asleep, but then I suddenly heard something.
"What?" I asked.
"You had better hold on tight," came his deep, husky whisper.
I did what he told me, and suddenly we were rushing across the planets and stars. I squealed with delight, and Peter looked down into my eyes, and raised his eyebrows playfully, and squeezed my legs lightly, making me giggle.
*CHANGE P.O.V.*
Wendy's giggle made me want to scream and shout with excitement, but I knew I would end up dropping her.
Suddenly, I had a great idea.
"Wendy?" I asked, sounding as casual as I could.
"Yes, Peter?" she said, looking up dreamily at me.
"Be careful!" I yelled, dropping her a foot, and then quickly catching her.
"Peter, don't!" she shrieked, lightly hitting my shoulder.
I laughed. "Was that supposed to hurt?"
She looked sort of frustrated. "Oh, I do not know!"
I laughed, and then dropped and caught her again.
"Peter! If you do that one more time, I will-
And I dropped her, only this time, I didn't catch her...
*CHANGE P.O.V.*
I screamed, but only for a few seconds, because I had landed on a cloud. Literally.
It is funny, because landing on a cloud, most would think, would be painful, as you would fall through that cloud and then through another would, and would eventually land on solid ground. Neverland clouds, however, are different.
Once you land on one, every single pain in your body, from a headache to a twisted muscle, to a pain somewhere you did not even realize that had have, disappear. Every pleasant feeling you have experienced is happening: a cool fan on a hot day, a warm blanket and coffee on a stressful evening, a breath of fresh air after being underwater, getting a massage, etc.
What most people do not know is that clouds are not made like that for a good reason, Peter told me that Hook once met a witch who he talked into cursing the clouds to make you so comfortable and vulnerable, that Hook could get you to agree to become a pirate, and once you become a pirate, of course, there is no turning back. I knew quickly to stand up, even though it was slightly torturous.
"Peter! Golly, I am not letting YOU hold ME anymore!" I said, once he had landed beside me, and was reaching out to pick me up again. But, of course, he gave me a pouty look that actually made me so swoony that my knees buckled, and he caught me under my arms lightly. I looked up into his eyes dazedly, and he swept me up once again.
*CHANGE P.O.V.*
It was amazing how light she was for her age. She felt as light as a feather. Of course, I AM pretty muscular.
"Peter," Wendy's entrancing voice met my ears. "Are you sure you can carry me? I mean, I am-
"You're perfect," I said, making her blush deep red.
Within a few seconds, we were already on the ground of the forest outside of the hidden house. I sat down on the ground and lay Wendy next do me, so I could get a good look at her before we looked around the land.
*CHANGE P.O.V.*
I was not sure what I was supposed to do after he had lain me down on the ground, but he was not going anywhere, so I stayed. All he was doing was staring at me, and I was staring back. Suddenly, he was reaching down to me, and I was not sure what he was doing. I felt his warm hand touch the skin of my arm, giving me chills, and he, I realized, was pulling the thin strap of my short gown up.
I sighed, and sat up.
"Well- what do you want to do?" I asked.
"Let's go see our old home!" he said excitedly.
"Okay," I said half-heartedly. Peter grabbed my hand, and we ran down into our old underground house, and I could not help but feel happy and excited.
"Oh, look," said Peter, with shining eyes. "Here's the hammock where the twins slept, and here are Nibs and Tootles' sleeping bags, and Slightly, and Curly, and Michael, and John's bunks, and here's the lady's quarter's." He finished and we went past a hanging blanket into my little room. Then, we walked into Peter's den, and right when I got in, I saw a thimble on the ground.
I immediately went and snatched it up to see if it was the one I had given him. It was, because the one I had given him had a tiny red stain on it, from when I had accidentally broken the skin with a pin when I was sewing.
"Peter, it is the thimble that I had given-"I immediately stopped talking, His eyes were huge, and he looked over at me innocently. "I meant, the kiss that I had given you." I said softly. You see, Peter had the impression that a thimble was called a kiss, and a kiss was called a thimble.
Peter looked immensely relieved. Then, he abruptly grabbed my hand and we were running out of the house, this time toward the mermaid lagoon. I was extremely surprised to go there and see not only hideous mermaids, but mermen, chasing and grabbing at the mermaids playfully, smiling their demonical smiles.
Suddenly, I felt a poke on my right shoulder, but I looked, and no one was there, and I quickly looked to my left, and Peter was there smirking. I gave him a sly questioning look, and I walked backward one step. He smiled, raised his eyebrows at me, and walked forward one step. I went back two, he went up two, and we did this until we got to eight steps, then he jumped up and said, "Ha!" He gave me an excited glare, and I ran!
I ran forever, it seemed, looking back at him chasing me, every so often. Finally, after running about ten minutes, I looked back, and saw that he was not there. I listened, after I had stopped and caught my breath, and I did not hear anything. Then, in a short span, I looked up, saw Peter coming toward me, and I was on the ground.
After regaining comprehension of what had happened, I opened my eyes. I had fallen right on my back, and with my arms above my head, but still flat on the ground. He was above me, with his hands holding himself up, his legs on the outside on either side of mine. I was nervous. I had never had a boy on top of me before, and for good reason. (Obviously.)
We were not moving, just looking into each other's eyes. He slowly moistened his top lip with his tongue. Suddenly, it seemed as if he had popped out of a trance, and had come to his senses. He rolled off to the side and put my arms back down. "Come on, Wendy. Let's go look around."
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Okay, this time I want at least six reviews, and then I'll post the next chapter.