Title: Necromancer
Author: Squeezynz
Chapter: Ten - Together, forever.
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Authors Note: Thank you to all who so enthusiastically review my chapters, each and every one is treasured and reread. I am glad that my efforts are entertaining. Enjoy, shameless fluff abounds.
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The reception on the beach was as overwhelming as it was heartfelt. Wendy found herself swamped by eager young bodies, the littlies, Pip and Pebble clutching her to them, unwilling to let go even as others pressed against her, squashing the youngsters. Bane didn't know who to hug first, her brown eyes swimming with tears of relief at seeing Peter alive and well, and Wendy with him, but it was poor wounded Briggs that was to receive her warmest welcome, her arms wrapping the surprised young man in a hug that made the pain in his arm almost disappear. Beaming he held Bane to him with his good arm, his mouth pulled into an impossibly wide grin as Bane pulled back and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Tepa was in the middle the a group of braves, his shoulders red from repeated slaps of welcome, his aches and bruises forgotten in the retelling of his part in the fight on the beach. Peter had Twig hanging on his every word as he tried to assure Topper that he had every faith in the boy being left to look after things while Peter was away, Twig insisting that Peter tell him what had happened on the ship that resulted in Peter shaking Hook's hand.
At one point, Peter and Wendy both glanced at each other at the same time, whatever they were saying fading away as they stared at each other, Peter grinning lazily before dropping a wink and turning back to Twig, Wendy laughing at his smug expression before turning back to answer a question from Pebble, Pip snuggled in her lap.
Through it all, Laughing Tree stood to one side, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the noisy reunion, his eyes glancing over the groups of children and youths, his gaze settling on the Jolly Roger sitting serenely in the bay. After awhile he unfolded his arms and clapped his hands, silencing everyone and drawing all eyes to him.
"It is late....we must return to the village....we will be having a great feast to celebrate Tepa's safe return.....you will join us?"
Although couched as a request, Peter knew better than to refuse such an invitation.
"We would be honoured."
Again the smaller children were carried on the brave's shoulders, laughing as they found themselves bounced up and down by the indulgent Indians. Topper and Twig were listening to Tepa tell his version of events, the young boys absorbed into the group as if braves themselves. Briggs, helped by Bane, was following, the girl's arm around the wounded boys waist, his draped over her shoulder, dark head resting on top of pale blond, all enmity at rest.
"I don't think we have to worry about those two...they seemed to have sorted themselves out nicely."
"She's a little young Peter......"
"So were you...if I remember...."
"We were young Peter.....now....."
"Now....now we have a banquet to attend, with more food than you can eat and Indian beer to make you silly!"
Putting his hand to his mouth Peter made whooping noises, all the time dancing around Wendy like an Indian, his hand snagging hers and pulling her into the dance as well, Wendy's laugh ringing out as she joined in his silly game.
As he twirled Wendy around he suddenly scooped her up in his arms, making her scream and wrap her arms around his neck, bringing her face close to his as they laughed together.
"Peter.....we've been left behind..." Wendy said breathlessly, nodding towards the trees.
"I know where the Indian village is.....I can fly us there in half the time it'll take them to walk."
"I see....so what are we going to do for the other half of the time?"
For an answer Peter lowered his head to hers and took her lips in a kiss that set her pulses racing. After a minute or two Wendy broke the embrace, her chest heaving as she fought to draw breath.
"Peter.....the ship!"
"I don't want to kiss the ship I want to kiss you..."
"No.....that's not what I meant....."
"I know what you meant..." With Wendy still held in his arms, Peter leapt into the air and flew them over the tops of the trees, away from the bay and away from prying eyes.
"Peter....where are you taking me....the Indian village is in the other direction!"
"I know....."
"Then where?"
"You'll see....."
Grinning, Peter swooped down low over the jungle, his keen eyes seeking and finding what he was looking for. Carefully he alighted on the ground and set Wendy on her feet.
"Oh Peter.....this is lovely."
She was standing knee deep in flowers, a riot of colour spread around her in a large circle bordered by a thicket that were also covered in large blooms, the air redolent with the scent of honeysuckle and jasmine. The flowers carpeted the ground and a short way under the trees so that it appeared that they were standing in a rainbow coloured pool, the surface only faintly moving with the passage of light breezes that wafted the scent around the glade, intoxicating the air.
"It's beautiful.......so beautiful."
"I was thinking......we could spend the night here....rather than in the tree...."
"Oh yes.....but....."
"But....."
Wendy turned and faced Peter, her hands outspread. "I so want to get out of these clothes," she grimaced, "and I must look a fright, and I'm hungry and I smell......"
Peter laughed out loud, clutching his middle as he roared with laughter, Wendy frowning at him as he fell on the ground still laughing, her eyes sparking dangerously. With her hands on her hips she waited for him to regain control over his mirth before standing over him as he lay in the crushed flowers.
"You may laugh, mister, but you're not exactly fresh as a daisy yourself.....so quit acting like a boy and lets get going to the Indian village."
Still grinning, Peter reached out for Wendy's help to get up, his fingers closing around her hand as she made to pull back. Instead he yanked her forward and she fell on top of him, rolling onto her back and crushing more flowers that sent their perfume into the air in heady waves. Peter rolled over her and braced himself on his hands, staring down into her angry face with eyes that twinkled wickedly.
"You are such a girl sometimes Wendy......" as he bent down to kiss her, a loud growl sounded from her midsection, Wendy's lips quivering into a smile as her stomach loudly protested its lack of food.
"See....I told you I was hungry."
With a resigned sigh, Peter rolled to the side and Wendy sat up, grinning down at him as he huffed.
"Come on.....we can come back here tonight...after the feast."
Resigned to the inevitably, Peter flew them over the jungle to the village, the sound of drums greeting them as they got closer. As soon as they landed a crowd surrounded them, Peter borne off by the braves and Wendy kidnapped by the women. When they next saw each other they were both pleasantly surprised at the transformations wrought by a bath and clean clothes.
Peter, surrounded by a small group of young men, rounded a tent and stopped dead, his eyes drawn to a small crowd of young women just emerging from another tent, their piping voices like birds as they fussed around someone at their centre. As the women started to drift towards the large bonfire burning merrily in the middle of the village, the figure of the person at their centre emerged, her face alight with laughter as she shooed the last of the girls away, her hands smoothing down the dress over her waist and hips. As if sensing his presence, Wendy lifted her head and her eyes met Peter's.
The men around Peter melted away leaving the two alone between the tepees. Peter walked slowly towards her, his eyes alight with the glow of flames from the bonfire, his lips curved into a warm smile as he approached.
Wendy felt herself blush under his intense scrutiny, her hands unconsciously twitching the soft deer-skin dress as she licked her lips nervously.
"You look beautiful....like a princess." Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, before standing back a step, his eyes still roving over her face and body.
Wendy, breathing a little hectically, returned the favour, her blue eyes drinking in his neatly brushed hair, scrubbed face and lean frame encased in a richly beaded sleeveless shirt left to hang out over tight deer-skin fringed leggings, his waist spanned by a beaded belt that sat low on his hips. Soft moccasins encased his feet and beaded amulets circled his upper arms. In the light from the bonfire he looked like he was carved from gold, his blond burls sparking with highlight, his eyes like twin stars as he gazed down at her.
Peter was also appreciating Wendy's new look, from her crown of soft, toffee coloured hair which hung down her back in thick waves over the short-sleeved dress, to her feet encased in moccasins like his, only more heavily decorated. The dress had a rounded neckline edged with beading like the sleeves, the fabric hugging her curves down to her knees, a belt cinching her slender waist. The pale, almost white deer-skin giving her an ethereal look, her blue eyes enormous, reflecting the flames leaping not far away. Her hair was pulled off her face at the sides by beaded plaits, the end tied off with feathers and around her neck hung a chain with a small pendant. Peter was momentarily distracted by the pulse beating rapidly in her throat then his eyes saw what was hanging on the chain and he gasped.
"My kiss...you're wearing my kiss!"
"It's not the original one.....that's back in London.....but they found another one, just like it."
"Except its not damaged by an arrow this time."
"No.....its not damaged."
"You look very handsome tonight Peter." Wendy said softly, dipping into a curtsy, her eyes never leaving his.
"And you look beautiful Wendy." Said Peter, bowing at the waist as he'd done when he'd first met her so many years ago in the nursery.
Extending his arm, he waited for Wendy to slip her hand into the crook of his elbow before they turned to walk towards the sounds of merriment, the feast well under way beneath the pink streaked sky.
The banquet was a noisy affair, with everyone eager to hear the story of the defeat of the Necromancer, the beer flowing freely, even the youngsters having a taste. Many toasts were made, Wendy only sipping the pungent brew, Peter also keeping his intake to a minimum, their eyes meeting frequently, their hands brushing and touching each other as they passed plates and offered food, Wendy feeding Peter slices of meat while he popped berries between her lips, both of them laughing and giggling like children, caught up in their own private moments.
When the food was gone, the dancing began, the Indians bringing out drums and pipes and rattles. Pip and Pebble were fighting sleep, their eyes drooping as the Indians leapt and cavorted in front of the fire, their shadows leaping over the audiences, each trying to out do the other in agility and prowess, the drums and music accompanied by clapping and whooping as the braves jumped and twirled. Peter got pulled up to perform and whooped with the best of them, his golden form leaping and twisting, his teeth gleaming as he grinned and yelled, each brave selecting an Indian maiden to perform for, Peter having eyes only for Wendy, showing off for her delight alone.
At the end of the braves dance, the women rose and started their own performance, Wendy pulled into the circle, following their hands movements and feet, her body swaying and dipping as they circled the fire, her hands painting pictures in the air as she copied the other women, her face alive with laughter and love as she faced where Peter was sitting, dancing for him as the audience sang along with the pipes and women, the swaying bodies like flowers bending in the wind.
At the end of the dance Peter rose and lifted her up from where she knelt on the ground, other braves doing the same for the other dancers.
As their eyes met, a silent accord was reached and they both turned to leave the circle of firelight, threading their way through the onlookers, never once looking back as they walked through the village. Out of sight, Peter lifted them into the night and he flew them back to the flower strewn glade, the colours now muted in the moonlight, the scent even stronger as the night flowers perfumed the air.
Setting them down gently, Peter stood with his hands resting on Wendy's hips, her arms looped loosely around his neck.
"This has been a magical night Peter.....I don't want it to end."
"I doesn't have to.....this isn't the end...it's only the beginning."
Slowly he bent his head and captured her lips with his, drawing her into his arms as her fingers burrowed through his hair, her mouth hungrily meeting his as they duelled, tongues and lips clashing as passion overwhelmed them, leaving them gasping and trembling. They sank to the flower covered ground, hands roaming over limbs, the kiss turning wild as fingers sought to reacquaint themselves with warm flesh. Briefly they broke apart to divest themselves of their clothes, the moonlight acting as a silver cloak, painting their skin with shadows and highlights before passion brought them back together, heat on heat, hands and mouths blazing trails all over their bodies.
As Wendy gasped his name Peter entered her, their bodies fusing, entwined, melded together. His mouth plundered hers, his body bringing her to a quivering peak, her back arching to press her closer to him, their cries filling the silence of the night. With thundering hearts, they found their release, bodies shuddering as they rode the wave of completion, their skin sheened with sweat under the brilliant star-spangled sky.
Minutes later, Peter raised his head from her neck, his body still sheathed in her heat with her legs wrapped around him, holding him to her, her hands drawing lazy circles on his back and shoulders. Wendy's eyes were closed but her mouth was curved into a small smile, a sound suspiciously like a purr coming from her throat. With still trembling fingers, Peter brushed the hair from her face, her eyes slowly opening, gazing up at him like twin sapphires.
"Oh Peter....." Wendy sighed, a bubble of laughter escaping as Peter grinned smugly above her. His fair head was surrounded by stars, from her perspective, his face in shadow, only the gleam of his eyes clearly visible.
"What think you of your heaven now.....will you like it?" He asked, dipping his head to kiss her swollen lips.
"I think I will love it....if this is a taste of how our nights will be spent....I think I will love it very well."
"I will build you a house.....just for us....somewhere new..."
"I don't need a house Peter.....all of Neverland is our house...every glade our bed, all I really want is you....."
"You have me.....and I have you, my Wendy......"
"Peter?"
"Hmmm?"
"You once said, to die would be an awfully big adventure."
"I did.....and I was right, wasn't I...."
"Yes Peter.....you were. Oh the cleverness of you......"
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The End.
Author: Squeezynz
Chapter: Ten - Together, forever.
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Authors Note: Thank you to all who so enthusiastically review my chapters, each and every one is treasured and reread. I am glad that my efforts are entertaining. Enjoy, shameless fluff abounds.
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The reception on the beach was as overwhelming as it was heartfelt. Wendy found herself swamped by eager young bodies, the littlies, Pip and Pebble clutching her to them, unwilling to let go even as others pressed against her, squashing the youngsters. Bane didn't know who to hug first, her brown eyes swimming with tears of relief at seeing Peter alive and well, and Wendy with him, but it was poor wounded Briggs that was to receive her warmest welcome, her arms wrapping the surprised young man in a hug that made the pain in his arm almost disappear. Beaming he held Bane to him with his good arm, his mouth pulled into an impossibly wide grin as Bane pulled back and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Tepa was in the middle the a group of braves, his shoulders red from repeated slaps of welcome, his aches and bruises forgotten in the retelling of his part in the fight on the beach. Peter had Twig hanging on his every word as he tried to assure Topper that he had every faith in the boy being left to look after things while Peter was away, Twig insisting that Peter tell him what had happened on the ship that resulted in Peter shaking Hook's hand.
At one point, Peter and Wendy both glanced at each other at the same time, whatever they were saying fading away as they stared at each other, Peter grinning lazily before dropping a wink and turning back to Twig, Wendy laughing at his smug expression before turning back to answer a question from Pebble, Pip snuggled in her lap.
Through it all, Laughing Tree stood to one side, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the noisy reunion, his eyes glancing over the groups of children and youths, his gaze settling on the Jolly Roger sitting serenely in the bay. After awhile he unfolded his arms and clapped his hands, silencing everyone and drawing all eyes to him.
"It is late....we must return to the village....we will be having a great feast to celebrate Tepa's safe return.....you will join us?"
Although couched as a request, Peter knew better than to refuse such an invitation.
"We would be honoured."
Again the smaller children were carried on the brave's shoulders, laughing as they found themselves bounced up and down by the indulgent Indians. Topper and Twig were listening to Tepa tell his version of events, the young boys absorbed into the group as if braves themselves. Briggs, helped by Bane, was following, the girl's arm around the wounded boys waist, his draped over her shoulder, dark head resting on top of pale blond, all enmity at rest.
"I don't think we have to worry about those two...they seemed to have sorted themselves out nicely."
"She's a little young Peter......"
"So were you...if I remember...."
"We were young Peter.....now....."
"Now....now we have a banquet to attend, with more food than you can eat and Indian beer to make you silly!"
Putting his hand to his mouth Peter made whooping noises, all the time dancing around Wendy like an Indian, his hand snagging hers and pulling her into the dance as well, Wendy's laugh ringing out as she joined in his silly game.
As he twirled Wendy around he suddenly scooped her up in his arms, making her scream and wrap her arms around his neck, bringing her face close to his as they laughed together.
"Peter.....we've been left behind..." Wendy said breathlessly, nodding towards the trees.
"I know where the Indian village is.....I can fly us there in half the time it'll take them to walk."
"I see....so what are we going to do for the other half of the time?"
For an answer Peter lowered his head to hers and took her lips in a kiss that set her pulses racing. After a minute or two Wendy broke the embrace, her chest heaving as she fought to draw breath.
"Peter.....the ship!"
"I don't want to kiss the ship I want to kiss you..."
"No.....that's not what I meant....."
"I know what you meant..." With Wendy still held in his arms, Peter leapt into the air and flew them over the tops of the trees, away from the bay and away from prying eyes.
"Peter....where are you taking me....the Indian village is in the other direction!"
"I know....."
"Then where?"
"You'll see....."
Grinning, Peter swooped down low over the jungle, his keen eyes seeking and finding what he was looking for. Carefully he alighted on the ground and set Wendy on her feet.
"Oh Peter.....this is lovely."
She was standing knee deep in flowers, a riot of colour spread around her in a large circle bordered by a thicket that were also covered in large blooms, the air redolent with the scent of honeysuckle and jasmine. The flowers carpeted the ground and a short way under the trees so that it appeared that they were standing in a rainbow coloured pool, the surface only faintly moving with the passage of light breezes that wafted the scent around the glade, intoxicating the air.
"It's beautiful.......so beautiful."
"I was thinking......we could spend the night here....rather than in the tree...."
"Oh yes.....but....."
"But....."
Wendy turned and faced Peter, her hands outspread. "I so want to get out of these clothes," she grimaced, "and I must look a fright, and I'm hungry and I smell......"
Peter laughed out loud, clutching his middle as he roared with laughter, Wendy frowning at him as he fell on the ground still laughing, her eyes sparking dangerously. With her hands on her hips she waited for him to regain control over his mirth before standing over him as he lay in the crushed flowers.
"You may laugh, mister, but you're not exactly fresh as a daisy yourself.....so quit acting like a boy and lets get going to the Indian village."
Still grinning, Peter reached out for Wendy's help to get up, his fingers closing around her hand as she made to pull back. Instead he yanked her forward and she fell on top of him, rolling onto her back and crushing more flowers that sent their perfume into the air in heady waves. Peter rolled over her and braced himself on his hands, staring down into her angry face with eyes that twinkled wickedly.
"You are such a girl sometimes Wendy......" as he bent down to kiss her, a loud growl sounded from her midsection, Wendy's lips quivering into a smile as her stomach loudly protested its lack of food.
"See....I told you I was hungry."
With a resigned sigh, Peter rolled to the side and Wendy sat up, grinning down at him as he huffed.
"Come on.....we can come back here tonight...after the feast."
Resigned to the inevitably, Peter flew them over the jungle to the village, the sound of drums greeting them as they got closer. As soon as they landed a crowd surrounded them, Peter borne off by the braves and Wendy kidnapped by the women. When they next saw each other they were both pleasantly surprised at the transformations wrought by a bath and clean clothes.
Peter, surrounded by a small group of young men, rounded a tent and stopped dead, his eyes drawn to a small crowd of young women just emerging from another tent, their piping voices like birds as they fussed around someone at their centre. As the women started to drift towards the large bonfire burning merrily in the middle of the village, the figure of the person at their centre emerged, her face alight with laughter as she shooed the last of the girls away, her hands smoothing down the dress over her waist and hips. As if sensing his presence, Wendy lifted her head and her eyes met Peter's.
The men around Peter melted away leaving the two alone between the tepees. Peter walked slowly towards her, his eyes alight with the glow of flames from the bonfire, his lips curved into a warm smile as he approached.
Wendy felt herself blush under his intense scrutiny, her hands unconsciously twitching the soft deer-skin dress as she licked her lips nervously.
"You look beautiful....like a princess." Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, before standing back a step, his eyes still roving over her face and body.
Wendy, breathing a little hectically, returned the favour, her blue eyes drinking in his neatly brushed hair, scrubbed face and lean frame encased in a richly beaded sleeveless shirt left to hang out over tight deer-skin fringed leggings, his waist spanned by a beaded belt that sat low on his hips. Soft moccasins encased his feet and beaded amulets circled his upper arms. In the light from the bonfire he looked like he was carved from gold, his blond burls sparking with highlight, his eyes like twin stars as he gazed down at her.
Peter was also appreciating Wendy's new look, from her crown of soft, toffee coloured hair which hung down her back in thick waves over the short-sleeved dress, to her feet encased in moccasins like his, only more heavily decorated. The dress had a rounded neckline edged with beading like the sleeves, the fabric hugging her curves down to her knees, a belt cinching her slender waist. The pale, almost white deer-skin giving her an ethereal look, her blue eyes enormous, reflecting the flames leaping not far away. Her hair was pulled off her face at the sides by beaded plaits, the end tied off with feathers and around her neck hung a chain with a small pendant. Peter was momentarily distracted by the pulse beating rapidly in her throat then his eyes saw what was hanging on the chain and he gasped.
"My kiss...you're wearing my kiss!"
"It's not the original one.....that's back in London.....but they found another one, just like it."
"Except its not damaged by an arrow this time."
"No.....its not damaged."
"You look very handsome tonight Peter." Wendy said softly, dipping into a curtsy, her eyes never leaving his.
"And you look beautiful Wendy." Said Peter, bowing at the waist as he'd done when he'd first met her so many years ago in the nursery.
Extending his arm, he waited for Wendy to slip her hand into the crook of his elbow before they turned to walk towards the sounds of merriment, the feast well under way beneath the pink streaked sky.
The banquet was a noisy affair, with everyone eager to hear the story of the defeat of the Necromancer, the beer flowing freely, even the youngsters having a taste. Many toasts were made, Wendy only sipping the pungent brew, Peter also keeping his intake to a minimum, their eyes meeting frequently, their hands brushing and touching each other as they passed plates and offered food, Wendy feeding Peter slices of meat while he popped berries between her lips, both of them laughing and giggling like children, caught up in their own private moments.
When the food was gone, the dancing began, the Indians bringing out drums and pipes and rattles. Pip and Pebble were fighting sleep, their eyes drooping as the Indians leapt and cavorted in front of the fire, their shadows leaping over the audiences, each trying to out do the other in agility and prowess, the drums and music accompanied by clapping and whooping as the braves jumped and twirled. Peter got pulled up to perform and whooped with the best of them, his golden form leaping and twisting, his teeth gleaming as he grinned and yelled, each brave selecting an Indian maiden to perform for, Peter having eyes only for Wendy, showing off for her delight alone.
At the end of the braves dance, the women rose and started their own performance, Wendy pulled into the circle, following their hands movements and feet, her body swaying and dipping as they circled the fire, her hands painting pictures in the air as she copied the other women, her face alive with laughter and love as she faced where Peter was sitting, dancing for him as the audience sang along with the pipes and women, the swaying bodies like flowers bending in the wind.
At the end of the dance Peter rose and lifted her up from where she knelt on the ground, other braves doing the same for the other dancers.
As their eyes met, a silent accord was reached and they both turned to leave the circle of firelight, threading their way through the onlookers, never once looking back as they walked through the village. Out of sight, Peter lifted them into the night and he flew them back to the flower strewn glade, the colours now muted in the moonlight, the scent even stronger as the night flowers perfumed the air.
Setting them down gently, Peter stood with his hands resting on Wendy's hips, her arms looped loosely around his neck.
"This has been a magical night Peter.....I don't want it to end."
"I doesn't have to.....this isn't the end...it's only the beginning."
Slowly he bent his head and captured her lips with his, drawing her into his arms as her fingers burrowed through his hair, her mouth hungrily meeting his as they duelled, tongues and lips clashing as passion overwhelmed them, leaving them gasping and trembling. They sank to the flower covered ground, hands roaming over limbs, the kiss turning wild as fingers sought to reacquaint themselves with warm flesh. Briefly they broke apart to divest themselves of their clothes, the moonlight acting as a silver cloak, painting their skin with shadows and highlights before passion brought them back together, heat on heat, hands and mouths blazing trails all over their bodies.
As Wendy gasped his name Peter entered her, their bodies fusing, entwined, melded together. His mouth plundered hers, his body bringing her to a quivering peak, her back arching to press her closer to him, their cries filling the silence of the night. With thundering hearts, they found their release, bodies shuddering as they rode the wave of completion, their skin sheened with sweat under the brilliant star-spangled sky.
Minutes later, Peter raised his head from her neck, his body still sheathed in her heat with her legs wrapped around him, holding him to her, her hands drawing lazy circles on his back and shoulders. Wendy's eyes were closed but her mouth was curved into a small smile, a sound suspiciously like a purr coming from her throat. With still trembling fingers, Peter brushed the hair from her face, her eyes slowly opening, gazing up at him like twin sapphires.
"Oh Peter....." Wendy sighed, a bubble of laughter escaping as Peter grinned smugly above her. His fair head was surrounded by stars, from her perspective, his face in shadow, only the gleam of his eyes clearly visible.
"What think you of your heaven now.....will you like it?" He asked, dipping his head to kiss her swollen lips.
"I think I will love it....if this is a taste of how our nights will be spent....I think I will love it very well."
"I will build you a house.....just for us....somewhere new..."
"I don't need a house Peter.....all of Neverland is our house...every glade our bed, all I really want is you....."
"You have me.....and I have you, my Wendy......"
"Peter?"
"Hmmm?"
"You once said, to die would be an awfully big adventure."
"I did.....and I was right, wasn't I...."
"Yes Peter.....you were. Oh the cleverness of you......"
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The End.