Title: The Forever Dance
Author: Squeezynz
Chapter: Nine - Undiscovered country
Rated: PG13 - major fluff this chapter, some sex involved, but not at all graphic or descriptive in an offensive way (I hope - I'm trying to be good here - honest!!)
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"Where is she?" Peter voice cut through the shocked silence like the crack of a whip, his teeth biting off each word, his knife pressing into Paolo's throat, the point drawing blood.
Paolo lay stunned, staring up into the wild-eyed stranger, his hair plastered to his head, his eyes a fiery green.
"Peter.....get off me....!" Paolo struggled to release his arms which were effectively pinned by Peter's knees, his eyes darting to the two girls sitting huddled to the side.
Wendy was the first to recover, shaking Tiger Lily off and launching herself at Peter, knocking him to the side and off Paolo. Enraged, Peter lashed out, catching Wendy with his elbow against her cheek, her cry galvanising Paolo into action. While Peter scrambled to his feet, Paolo managed to get behind him and push his arms under Peter's armpits, lacing them behind Peter's neck, effectively immobilising him.
"Drop the knife......NOW!" Paolo roared, as Peter struggled to kick him. Wendy stared up at Peter with hurt eyes, her hand clutched to her cheek, tears of pain brimming over.
So intent of breaking Paolo's wrestling lock, Peter didn't see or hear the girl he'd just elbowed in the face.
"WHERE IS SHE?" He yelled, the knife dropping when Paolo applied pressure on his arms, pulling them further back.
Risking a head butt, Paolo put his mouth close to Peter's ear and whispered harshly. "In front of you!"
Almost instantly Peter stilled, his head coming up as Paolo relaxed his grip, his eyes finally seeing the Indian girl crouched on the floor.
"Wendy?"
Releasing him, Paolo stepped back, breathing hard. Tiger Lily grasped his arm, pulling him away from the others, dragging him out of the tent.
"But what about...?" Paolo protested, hanging back as Tiger Lily tugged again.
"They will be fine....come on, leave them to sort it out."
With a last look, Paolo reluctantly let the flap of the tepee drop and followed the Indian Princess across the soggy ground to another tent.
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Peter stared dumbfounded at his Wendy, her brown face streaked with tears, her honey-brown hair a glossy black. Neither had noticed the others leaving, too intent upon each other to care.
Peter crouched on the ground in front of her, his head on the side, his arm lifting as he extended his hand to finger the long braids, beaded and hung with feathers. Wendy watched him warily, her cheek throbbing from the blow from his elbow.
"You look.......different." Peter finally commented, sitting on his heels, a small smile lifting the corner of one side of his mouth.
Wendy pushed herself upright, her eyes downcast as she drew in a shuddering breath, smoothing her fringed dress as she sought to compose herself.
"You hit me Peter..." She pulled the braid from his fingers.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you......I thought...."
"What did you think Peter?.....Why did you attack Paolo like that? Where had you been all this time?"
Taken aback by her angry questions, Peter sat down suddenly, all the fight gone out of him.
Above his head he heard the tinkle of tiny bells. Forgotten in the ensuing struggle, TinkerBell had hidden in a water jug hanging on the hook attached to the centre pole. Now she fluttered out, zooming down to dance in front of Peter's face, ecstatic at seeing him again. Peter smiled wanly at her antics, holding out his hand for her to stand on.
"Hi Tink......nice to see you too...." He glanced at the silent girl watching the exchange. "Um....Tink....could you go outside....Wendy and I need to....talk."
For a second Peter thought Tink was going to refuse but she suddenly lifted off and flew up towards the smoke hole in the apex of the tent, disappearing in a puff of fairy dust.
With only the faint glow of the pot-fire and the flickering lamp, the tent was full of shadows and Peter couldn't see Wendy's face clearly as she had tilted her face away from him while he'd talked to his fairy.
Unsure where to begin, Peter chewed his lip. Then, unbidden, his mind threw up the last image he'd had of Wendy, clasped in Paolo's arms outside the cave. Jealousy rose again and he felt his fist clench against his thigh.
"You want to know what I'm thinking?" His sudden question made Wendy jump, her eyes flying to his. "I'll tell you what I think...I think your in love with that.......cabin boy!"
"You're so wrong...." Wendy cried out, her voice rising, "Paolo has been a good friend.....like a brother, not....like that. How could you think that Peter...after all we've been through?"
"I saw you outside the cave....you were hugging him....did you kiss him too?"
"I did not!...I was just comforting him." She explained. Rising to her knees, her hands braced on her thighs.
"Do you want to kiss him?"
"Peter.....I only have one hidden kiss.......and you have that. I can't give it away again, even if I wanted to....which I don't."
Mollified, Peter felt some of the tension leach out of his body. Then he remembered the scene in the tent, of Wendy again in Paolo's arms.
"What about just now?.....you were in his arms when I came in!"
Exasperated, Wendy pushed herself to her feet, her eyes flashing in the dimness, her lips pulled into a tight line of anger.
"Oh you are impossible........it was the thunder storm, that's all....I was scared and worried, and he and Tiger Lily had only just arrived. He was just hugging me, they both were if you bothered to notice!" Incensed, she made to leave the tent, but Peter was too quick, jumping in front of her, his hands on her shoulders to stop her.
"I'm sorry.....it's just....it looked like..."
"Well not everything it as it seems, Peter...." Her voice suddenly softened, her shoulders relaxing under his hands. "I was so worried about you....I didn't know where you were, or whether you were hurt again.....and the weather....it wouldn't stop raining."
Dropping his hands from her shoulders, Peter gazed down into her stormy blue eyes, his own once more the colour of the sea, turbulent and secretive. "I tried to fly away from Neverland, as far as I could go.....away from.....you and him."
"Oh Peter...."
"I only got as far as Land's End."
"What did you do then?"
"Nothing...I just sat and....thought about you."
"Peter....there was never anything between Paolo and me....nothing."
"Then you still love me?"
Smiling at his egotistical logic, Wendy raised her hand and laid it against his cheek, stroking her thumb across his skin.
"Yes Peter.....I still love you."
Moving inexorably closer, Peter raised his own hand to gently smooth his fingers over the swelling on her cheekbone, his eyes moving over her face, as if relearning its features.
"Wendy?"
"Yes Peter.."
"Don't leave me again....."
"But...." Wendy barely formed the word, her lips parted, when Peter dipped his head and kissed her, his lips warm against hers, her mouth opening like a flower to the sun. It was like slipping in and out of heaven, their bodies straining to get closer, Peter's arms around her back, hers around his neck as the kiss deepened and their tongues joined the fray, duelling and caressing, seeking and finding all their hidden secrets. It was if a fire that had been smouldering for too long, suddenly burst into life, the flames heating their bodies until they gasped into each others mouths with the sensations consuming them.
Peter groaned, his body aflame, his hands moulding Wendy against him as he drank from her lips like a man drying of thirst.
"I want.....I want....." He tried to articulate his need, smothering Wendy's face with impassioned kisses, while she clutched him to her, her eyes still closed, awash in sensation.
"What do you want Peter ?"
Opening her heavy lidded eyes, Wendy gazed up into the blaze that was his. She was amazed that they were still standing, her legs feeling like jelly as she pressed herself against his hardness.
Licking his lips, Peter spoke, his voice a whispered growl. "I want more.....much more...."
Wendy had a blinding flashback to when she'd tried to explain to Peter that there was so much more to life than just pretend, that they would find out what more was, when they grew up. If her body's reactions were anything to go by, she was about to cross over the threshold and find out just what that was.
"Peter.....go and tie-up the door."
For a second he stared blankly at her, then a wicked smile painted his lips and he slowly released her, backing away until he came up against the wall of the tent. Only then did he break eye contact with her, turning his back and crouching down to close the ties that secured the tent flap from anyone opening it from the outside.
While Peter worked on the doorway, Wendy carried the bundle of furs that she'd used as a cushion across to the sleeping pallets, pushing them together before spreading the furs over the top. With trembling fingers she started to undo her long braids. She had barely started when Peter took the braid from her hand and started to work the hair loose himself, her startled gaze meeting his warm one, her lips curving into a smile that echoed his. While she knelt on the furs, Peter unwound the two braids, the hair laying across her shoulders in glossy waves as he finger combed it out. Peter's own hair had dried out somewhat, Wendy reaching up to ruffle the irrepressible curls starting to lift as it dried. As she leant forward to give herself greater access, Peter encircled her waist with his arms, pulling her towards him and overbalancing them both so they tumbled sideways onto the bed, laughing as they ended up nose-to-nose, Wendy's hair covering them both.
"Wendy?"
"Yes Peter...."
"I've never....I mean....we've never.....um....do you know what we're supposed to do?"
A rush of tenderness washed over Wendy, making her eyes prick and her throat tighten as she gently stroked Peter's face, tracing the outline of his brows before softly tracing his lips.
"I've never done this either, but I know...well, I've been told...oh dear, um....I mean...."
Delighted at her flustered attempt to explain, Peter leant forward and kissed her, distracting her completely from what she'd been saying. When he pulled away at last, he grinned at her, his eyes dancing.
"Well if you haven't and I haven't....then I guess we'll have to find out for ourselves....."
So began their voyage of discovery. They explored each other with questing hands and loving mouths, unfettered by the trappings of rules or restrictions, each quiver and gasp noted and mapped as they shed their clothes and their inhibitions. Peter delighting in every new discovery, Wendy drowning in a pool of sensual awareness, her body an instrument that Peter played on with his lips and hands, her nerves stretched tight as she echoed all his move, her own hands roaming the unfamiliar territory of his body, revelling in the feel of his muscles jerking and trembling under her fingers, her mouth tracing lines of fire over his skin as he gasped his pleasure.
At the end their coming together was a fiery culminations of their lovemaking, their bodies melding together as one, each giving and taking in equal measure, Wendy's limbs entwined around Peter as he moved over and in her, his straining body painted gold in the lamplight as he gave in to his bodies demands, their cries of completion muted as they shuddered and trembled in the aftermath of their shared passion.
Wendy welcomed the weight and heat of Peter's body covering hers, her fingers stroking his hair and head as he panted into her shoulder. Sweat glistened on his back as she ran her hands in lazy circles over the muscles, her head turning to kiss his ear as he nuzzled her neck.
Still lodged firmly inside her, Peter moved slightly to the side, not wanting to break their connection. Wendy rolled with him, her legs wrapped around his hips as his head hit the furs, his eyes still closed, a smile stretching his lips wide.
Carefully Wendy pushed him fully onto his back, keeping him sheathed in her body, her legs now straddling him, her hands either side of his head as she stared lovingly down at him.
Opening his eyes, Peter drank in the sight of his Wendy above him, her dark hair cloaking her shoulders and pert breasts, her eyes glowing as blue as the sky. Shifting slightly, he jerked his hips, pushing himself further into her, making her gasp and giggle.
"Wasn't once enough for you?" She teased, grinding down on him and making him moan.
"If I'd known it was going to be this......amazing....I'd have asked you to do it sooner."
"We couldn't have Peter......I wasn't......I needed to grow, and so did you before we could do this...."
Peter smiled smugly and jerked upwards again, totally enthralled with the newness of what they'd done.
"Is this what you meant when you said there was so much more to growing up?"
"I didn't know about this when I said that Peter...I was only a child....but I suppose this is what I meant, afterall."
Bending down, Wendy pressed warm kisses over his chest and neck, working her way up to his mouth as he let his hands roam over her back and down her body.
"Wendy?"
"Yes Peter...."
"I want to do it again...."
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In the tent across the way, Paolo kept glancing out of the open flap to the tent where Peter and Wendy were housed. Tiger Lily saw the direction of his gaze and smiled to herself. Getting to her feet, she pulled on Paolo's hand to draw him out of the tepee.
"Do you think they're alright in there?" Paolo asked worriedly, as Tiger Lily walked him past the tent and along the path to the stream.
"I think they will be fine....in fact, better than fine......"
"How do you know?" Paolo asked, perplexed by her assured answer.
"Look up, Paolo.....I promise you.....everything will be just perfect."
Looking up, Paolo suddenly realised that the clouds that had been everpresent for the past two days were gone, the air fresh and warm, sunlight streaming down, making the ground steam in the heat. As he watched, a broad rainbow suddenly appeared, arching from one side of the sky to the other, the colours brighter than he'd ever seen before.
Stumbling over something, he drew his gaze back to the girl holding his hand, her dark eyes dancing as she grinned up at the sky.
"As I said," Tiger lily repeated, smiling into his eyes. "Everything will be just fine......"
Letting go of his hand, Tiger Lily suddenly darted away, her slim legs carrying her into a grove of trees, her braids flying.
Suddenly feeling more alive than ever before, Paolo let out a whoop and gave chase, running after Tiger Lily through the trees and beyond as the sun bathed Neverland in its warmth and golden light.
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(see....just what you ordered....major fluffiness to keep you happy....and myself highly entertained......you have no idea how hard it is to write non-explicit naughtiness...) Onwards, me brave buccaneers.....adventure awaits.!!
Author: Squeezynz
Chapter: Nine - Undiscovered country
Rated: PG13 - major fluff this chapter, some sex involved, but not at all graphic or descriptive in an offensive way (I hope - I'm trying to be good here - honest!!)
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"Where is she?" Peter voice cut through the shocked silence like the crack of a whip, his teeth biting off each word, his knife pressing into Paolo's throat, the point drawing blood.
Paolo lay stunned, staring up into the wild-eyed stranger, his hair plastered to his head, his eyes a fiery green.
"Peter.....get off me....!" Paolo struggled to release his arms which were effectively pinned by Peter's knees, his eyes darting to the two girls sitting huddled to the side.
Wendy was the first to recover, shaking Tiger Lily off and launching herself at Peter, knocking him to the side and off Paolo. Enraged, Peter lashed out, catching Wendy with his elbow against her cheek, her cry galvanising Paolo into action. While Peter scrambled to his feet, Paolo managed to get behind him and push his arms under Peter's armpits, lacing them behind Peter's neck, effectively immobilising him.
"Drop the knife......NOW!" Paolo roared, as Peter struggled to kick him. Wendy stared up at Peter with hurt eyes, her hand clutched to her cheek, tears of pain brimming over.
So intent of breaking Paolo's wrestling lock, Peter didn't see or hear the girl he'd just elbowed in the face.
"WHERE IS SHE?" He yelled, the knife dropping when Paolo applied pressure on his arms, pulling them further back.
Risking a head butt, Paolo put his mouth close to Peter's ear and whispered harshly. "In front of you!"
Almost instantly Peter stilled, his head coming up as Paolo relaxed his grip, his eyes finally seeing the Indian girl crouched on the floor.
"Wendy?"
Releasing him, Paolo stepped back, breathing hard. Tiger Lily grasped his arm, pulling him away from the others, dragging him out of the tent.
"But what about...?" Paolo protested, hanging back as Tiger Lily tugged again.
"They will be fine....come on, leave them to sort it out."
With a last look, Paolo reluctantly let the flap of the tepee drop and followed the Indian Princess across the soggy ground to another tent.
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Peter stared dumbfounded at his Wendy, her brown face streaked with tears, her honey-brown hair a glossy black. Neither had noticed the others leaving, too intent upon each other to care.
Peter crouched on the ground in front of her, his head on the side, his arm lifting as he extended his hand to finger the long braids, beaded and hung with feathers. Wendy watched him warily, her cheek throbbing from the blow from his elbow.
"You look.......different." Peter finally commented, sitting on his heels, a small smile lifting the corner of one side of his mouth.
Wendy pushed herself upright, her eyes downcast as she drew in a shuddering breath, smoothing her fringed dress as she sought to compose herself.
"You hit me Peter..." She pulled the braid from his fingers.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you......I thought...."
"What did you think Peter?.....Why did you attack Paolo like that? Where had you been all this time?"
Taken aback by her angry questions, Peter sat down suddenly, all the fight gone out of him.
Above his head he heard the tinkle of tiny bells. Forgotten in the ensuing struggle, TinkerBell had hidden in a water jug hanging on the hook attached to the centre pole. Now she fluttered out, zooming down to dance in front of Peter's face, ecstatic at seeing him again. Peter smiled wanly at her antics, holding out his hand for her to stand on.
"Hi Tink......nice to see you too...." He glanced at the silent girl watching the exchange. "Um....Tink....could you go outside....Wendy and I need to....talk."
For a second Peter thought Tink was going to refuse but she suddenly lifted off and flew up towards the smoke hole in the apex of the tent, disappearing in a puff of fairy dust.
With only the faint glow of the pot-fire and the flickering lamp, the tent was full of shadows and Peter couldn't see Wendy's face clearly as she had tilted her face away from him while he'd talked to his fairy.
Unsure where to begin, Peter chewed his lip. Then, unbidden, his mind threw up the last image he'd had of Wendy, clasped in Paolo's arms outside the cave. Jealousy rose again and he felt his fist clench against his thigh.
"You want to know what I'm thinking?" His sudden question made Wendy jump, her eyes flying to his. "I'll tell you what I think...I think your in love with that.......cabin boy!"
"You're so wrong...." Wendy cried out, her voice rising, "Paolo has been a good friend.....like a brother, not....like that. How could you think that Peter...after all we've been through?"
"I saw you outside the cave....you were hugging him....did you kiss him too?"
"I did not!...I was just comforting him." She explained. Rising to her knees, her hands braced on her thighs.
"Do you want to kiss him?"
"Peter.....I only have one hidden kiss.......and you have that. I can't give it away again, even if I wanted to....which I don't."
Mollified, Peter felt some of the tension leach out of his body. Then he remembered the scene in the tent, of Wendy again in Paolo's arms.
"What about just now?.....you were in his arms when I came in!"
Exasperated, Wendy pushed herself to her feet, her eyes flashing in the dimness, her lips pulled into a tight line of anger.
"Oh you are impossible........it was the thunder storm, that's all....I was scared and worried, and he and Tiger Lily had only just arrived. He was just hugging me, they both were if you bothered to notice!" Incensed, she made to leave the tent, but Peter was too quick, jumping in front of her, his hands on her shoulders to stop her.
"I'm sorry.....it's just....it looked like..."
"Well not everything it as it seems, Peter...." Her voice suddenly softened, her shoulders relaxing under his hands. "I was so worried about you....I didn't know where you were, or whether you were hurt again.....and the weather....it wouldn't stop raining."
Dropping his hands from her shoulders, Peter gazed down into her stormy blue eyes, his own once more the colour of the sea, turbulent and secretive. "I tried to fly away from Neverland, as far as I could go.....away from.....you and him."
"Oh Peter...."
"I only got as far as Land's End."
"What did you do then?"
"Nothing...I just sat and....thought about you."
"Peter....there was never anything between Paolo and me....nothing."
"Then you still love me?"
Smiling at his egotistical logic, Wendy raised her hand and laid it against his cheek, stroking her thumb across his skin.
"Yes Peter.....I still love you."
Moving inexorably closer, Peter raised his own hand to gently smooth his fingers over the swelling on her cheekbone, his eyes moving over her face, as if relearning its features.
"Wendy?"
"Yes Peter.."
"Don't leave me again....."
"But...." Wendy barely formed the word, her lips parted, when Peter dipped his head and kissed her, his lips warm against hers, her mouth opening like a flower to the sun. It was like slipping in and out of heaven, their bodies straining to get closer, Peter's arms around her back, hers around his neck as the kiss deepened and their tongues joined the fray, duelling and caressing, seeking and finding all their hidden secrets. It was if a fire that had been smouldering for too long, suddenly burst into life, the flames heating their bodies until they gasped into each others mouths with the sensations consuming them.
Peter groaned, his body aflame, his hands moulding Wendy against him as he drank from her lips like a man drying of thirst.
"I want.....I want....." He tried to articulate his need, smothering Wendy's face with impassioned kisses, while she clutched him to her, her eyes still closed, awash in sensation.
"What do you want Peter ?"
Opening her heavy lidded eyes, Wendy gazed up into the blaze that was his. She was amazed that they were still standing, her legs feeling like jelly as she pressed herself against his hardness.
Licking his lips, Peter spoke, his voice a whispered growl. "I want more.....much more...."
Wendy had a blinding flashback to when she'd tried to explain to Peter that there was so much more to life than just pretend, that they would find out what more was, when they grew up. If her body's reactions were anything to go by, she was about to cross over the threshold and find out just what that was.
"Peter.....go and tie-up the door."
For a second he stared blankly at her, then a wicked smile painted his lips and he slowly released her, backing away until he came up against the wall of the tent. Only then did he break eye contact with her, turning his back and crouching down to close the ties that secured the tent flap from anyone opening it from the outside.
While Peter worked on the doorway, Wendy carried the bundle of furs that she'd used as a cushion across to the sleeping pallets, pushing them together before spreading the furs over the top. With trembling fingers she started to undo her long braids. She had barely started when Peter took the braid from her hand and started to work the hair loose himself, her startled gaze meeting his warm one, her lips curving into a smile that echoed his. While she knelt on the furs, Peter unwound the two braids, the hair laying across her shoulders in glossy waves as he finger combed it out. Peter's own hair had dried out somewhat, Wendy reaching up to ruffle the irrepressible curls starting to lift as it dried. As she leant forward to give herself greater access, Peter encircled her waist with his arms, pulling her towards him and overbalancing them both so they tumbled sideways onto the bed, laughing as they ended up nose-to-nose, Wendy's hair covering them both.
"Wendy?"
"Yes Peter...."
"I've never....I mean....we've never.....um....do you know what we're supposed to do?"
A rush of tenderness washed over Wendy, making her eyes prick and her throat tighten as she gently stroked Peter's face, tracing the outline of his brows before softly tracing his lips.
"I've never done this either, but I know...well, I've been told...oh dear, um....I mean...."
Delighted at her flustered attempt to explain, Peter leant forward and kissed her, distracting her completely from what she'd been saying. When he pulled away at last, he grinned at her, his eyes dancing.
"Well if you haven't and I haven't....then I guess we'll have to find out for ourselves....."
So began their voyage of discovery. They explored each other with questing hands and loving mouths, unfettered by the trappings of rules or restrictions, each quiver and gasp noted and mapped as they shed their clothes and their inhibitions. Peter delighting in every new discovery, Wendy drowning in a pool of sensual awareness, her body an instrument that Peter played on with his lips and hands, her nerves stretched tight as she echoed all his move, her own hands roaming the unfamiliar territory of his body, revelling in the feel of his muscles jerking and trembling under her fingers, her mouth tracing lines of fire over his skin as he gasped his pleasure.
At the end their coming together was a fiery culminations of their lovemaking, their bodies melding together as one, each giving and taking in equal measure, Wendy's limbs entwined around Peter as he moved over and in her, his straining body painted gold in the lamplight as he gave in to his bodies demands, their cries of completion muted as they shuddered and trembled in the aftermath of their shared passion.
Wendy welcomed the weight and heat of Peter's body covering hers, her fingers stroking his hair and head as he panted into her shoulder. Sweat glistened on his back as she ran her hands in lazy circles over the muscles, her head turning to kiss his ear as he nuzzled her neck.
Still lodged firmly inside her, Peter moved slightly to the side, not wanting to break their connection. Wendy rolled with him, her legs wrapped around his hips as his head hit the furs, his eyes still closed, a smile stretching his lips wide.
Carefully Wendy pushed him fully onto his back, keeping him sheathed in her body, her legs now straddling him, her hands either side of his head as she stared lovingly down at him.
Opening his eyes, Peter drank in the sight of his Wendy above him, her dark hair cloaking her shoulders and pert breasts, her eyes glowing as blue as the sky. Shifting slightly, he jerked his hips, pushing himself further into her, making her gasp and giggle.
"Wasn't once enough for you?" She teased, grinding down on him and making him moan.
"If I'd known it was going to be this......amazing....I'd have asked you to do it sooner."
"We couldn't have Peter......I wasn't......I needed to grow, and so did you before we could do this...."
Peter smiled smugly and jerked upwards again, totally enthralled with the newness of what they'd done.
"Is this what you meant when you said there was so much more to growing up?"
"I didn't know about this when I said that Peter...I was only a child....but I suppose this is what I meant, afterall."
Bending down, Wendy pressed warm kisses over his chest and neck, working her way up to his mouth as he let his hands roam over her back and down her body.
"Wendy?"
"Yes Peter...."
"I want to do it again...."
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In the tent across the way, Paolo kept glancing out of the open flap to the tent where Peter and Wendy were housed. Tiger Lily saw the direction of his gaze and smiled to herself. Getting to her feet, she pulled on Paolo's hand to draw him out of the tepee.
"Do you think they're alright in there?" Paolo asked worriedly, as Tiger Lily walked him past the tent and along the path to the stream.
"I think they will be fine....in fact, better than fine......"
"How do you know?" Paolo asked, perplexed by her assured answer.
"Look up, Paolo.....I promise you.....everything will be just perfect."
Looking up, Paolo suddenly realised that the clouds that had been everpresent for the past two days were gone, the air fresh and warm, sunlight streaming down, making the ground steam in the heat. As he watched, a broad rainbow suddenly appeared, arching from one side of the sky to the other, the colours brighter than he'd ever seen before.
Stumbling over something, he drew his gaze back to the girl holding his hand, her dark eyes dancing as she grinned up at the sky.
"As I said," Tiger lily repeated, smiling into his eyes. "Everything will be just fine......"
Letting go of his hand, Tiger Lily suddenly darted away, her slim legs carrying her into a grove of trees, her braids flying.
Suddenly feeling more alive than ever before, Paolo let out a whoop and gave chase, running after Tiger Lily through the trees and beyond as the sun bathed Neverland in its warmth and golden light.
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(see....just what you ordered....major fluffiness to keep you happy....and myself highly entertained......you have no idea how hard it is to write non-explicit naughtiness...) Onwards, me brave buccaneers.....adventure awaits.!!