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Peter stared at her for a while until a knock was heard from the bedroom door.
"Psssttt!!!...Tink!" Peter whispered. TinkerBell was still warming herself by the candle. But obeyed her master's command at once and flew up to the ceiling with him.
Wendy looked up at Peter but then came to her senses at the last minute and put her head back onto her pillow. Mr. Darling walked into her room. He was dresses in his best suit. He was off to work as usual. He walked steadily towards his children, first was Michael. He lent down and covered his son with the blankets and kissed his forehead before going to each child to inspect them. He then saw Nana still curled up on the rug. Her eyes open from his footsteps.
"Come on Nana. You need to go outside." He said grabbing Nana by the collar and leading her out of the door. He turned and smiled.
"See you tonight my children." He whispered. Then turned and was out of site.
Peter listened to the words that Mr. Darling said.
'I guess they really do care for them now. I'm glad.' Peter thought.
"Peter?" Wendy's voice came again.
Peter flew back down to her. TinkerBell went back to her candle that was burning low.
"Peter what do you want?" Wendy asked, her voice shaking.
"Wendy. I care for you and everyone else here. But I need company back in Neverland."
"So you're going to take the Lost Boys and that's that?" Wendy looked down at her hands again. But again Peter's fingers lifted her chin.
"No, actually...I was wondering if you'd like to come to Neverland again...with the Lost Boys?...just for a visit," Peter asked, hope filling his eyes.
"What?...Neverland? I'm not sure." Wendy said surprised.
"It'll be fun...like last time."
Peter's hand didn't move from her chin. He was determined to have her look at him.
"But last time...I nearly died Peter...it's too dangerous."
"Well...that is an adventure?" Peter smiled.
"Yes, but still."
"Okay, how 'bout you just come with me? That would mean that you'd be with me all the time...I'll protect you." Peter suggested.
"Oh, well...maybe."
"Wendy." Peter asked.
"Pet-," Wendy didn't get a chance to talk. Peter had moved closer to her and his lips were pressed up against hers. Passion was flowing through both of their bodies. Peter couldn't stop himself from kissing her soft lips. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. Then Wendy did something...
"Wendy?!" Peter asked breathless after breaking the kiss suddenly.
"What's the matter?" Wendy asked. Her cheeks all red and her lips parted slightly.
"You...was that your tongue?" Peter asked rather shyly.
"Oh! Sorry...I didn't mean to...I must have carried off." Wendy covered her burning face in her hands.
"Oh...well. Is that supposed to happen?"
Wendy looked up into his eyes once more.
"Y-yes...it's called a French kiss...it's a more deeper kiss than the normal closed lips thing."
"Oh...teach me?"
Wendy looked up surprised. She hadn't been expecting this.
"You liked it?"
"Ummm...yeah."
"Well...I'm not sure how I could teach you it but...if we kiss again and you just follow me I think you'll get it."
Peter nodded and moved in again. Their lips touched once more and the kiss turned deeper again. Wendy parted her lips and moved her tongue into Peter's mouth. He responded. Their kiss intensified and Peter fell into Wendy. His hands cupping her face. His body was pressed up hard against her. Wendy could feel Peter's lower region poke into her.
'Wait! We can't do it here!' Wendy thought suddenly.
"Peter?" Wendy said breaking the kiss.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Peter asked rather annoyed at her for breaking the most intimate kiss he'd ever had with her.
"We can't go any further...not here," Wendy said looking into his blue eyes.
"Oh, yeah...Okay," he moved off her and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Peter?"
"Yeah?" he looked over to her.
"Let's go to Neverland." She smiled.
Peter smiled and grabbed her hand.
"Do you want to get dressed first?" he asked her looking at her white nightgown.
"Has it stopped me before?" she asked cheekily.
"Do you remember what I told you?" Peter asked.
"Yes...think of a happy thought...right?"
"Right, Tink?"
TinkerBell was lying on the table next to the candle that was burning low.
"She must have fallen asleep...I should have known...I wasn't getting beat up for kissing you." Wendy smiled.
Peter crept over to TinkerBell and nudged her with the tip of his finger.
TinkerBell's eyes shot open. As if she was alarmed that she wasn't keeping an eye on Wendy. Her face grew red as she got mad.
"Now, Tink...no need for that," Peter said. Then he shook her and gold specks fell into his hand.
Tink flew off ahead of them angry.
"Are you ready?" he asked her stepping forward.
"What about your Lost Boys?" Wendy asked looking around at the sleeping children.
"Maybe next time." He smiled. He opened his palm and blew the pixie dust on her.
"Now think happy thoughts." Peter reminded her as he floated out of the window.
"Ok...uh, happy thought?...Christmas that's coming up!" Wendy closed her eyes and all of a sudden her feet lifted off the floor of the bedroom and she floated outside to where Peter waited for her.
"You can open your eyes now." Peter chuckled.
Wendy opened her eyes but didn't look down. She saw Peter staring back at her.
"You okay?" he asked rather kindly.
"Yeah...I'm fine." She smiled.
"Ok, hang onto my hand and we'll be in Neverland in no time." He stretched his arm out to her. Wendy took his hand and with a burst of energy Peter sped his way to the right star. It grew brighter as they neared it.
To be Continued...
Peter stared at her for a while until a knock was heard from the bedroom door.
"Psssttt!!!...Tink!" Peter whispered. TinkerBell was still warming herself by the candle. But obeyed her master's command at once and flew up to the ceiling with him.
Wendy looked up at Peter but then came to her senses at the last minute and put her head back onto her pillow. Mr. Darling walked into her room. He was dresses in his best suit. He was off to work as usual. He walked steadily towards his children, first was Michael. He lent down and covered his son with the blankets and kissed his forehead before going to each child to inspect them. He then saw Nana still curled up on the rug. Her eyes open from his footsteps.
"Come on Nana. You need to go outside." He said grabbing Nana by the collar and leading her out of the door. He turned and smiled.
"See you tonight my children." He whispered. Then turned and was out of site.
Peter listened to the words that Mr. Darling said.
'I guess they really do care for them now. I'm glad.' Peter thought.
"Peter?" Wendy's voice came again.
Peter flew back down to her. TinkerBell went back to her candle that was burning low.
"Peter what do you want?" Wendy asked, her voice shaking.
"Wendy. I care for you and everyone else here. But I need company back in Neverland."
"So you're going to take the Lost Boys and that's that?" Wendy looked down at her hands again. But again Peter's fingers lifted her chin.
"No, actually...I was wondering if you'd like to come to Neverland again...with the Lost Boys?...just for a visit," Peter asked, hope filling his eyes.
"What?...Neverland? I'm not sure." Wendy said surprised.
"It'll be fun...like last time."
Peter's hand didn't move from her chin. He was determined to have her look at him.
"But last time...I nearly died Peter...it's too dangerous."
"Well...that is an adventure?" Peter smiled.
"Yes, but still."
"Okay, how 'bout you just come with me? That would mean that you'd be with me all the time...I'll protect you." Peter suggested.
"Oh, well...maybe."
"Wendy." Peter asked.
"Pet-," Wendy didn't get a chance to talk. Peter had moved closer to her and his lips were pressed up against hers. Passion was flowing through both of their bodies. Peter couldn't stop himself from kissing her soft lips. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. Then Wendy did something...
"Wendy?!" Peter asked breathless after breaking the kiss suddenly.
"What's the matter?" Wendy asked. Her cheeks all red and her lips parted slightly.
"You...was that your tongue?" Peter asked rather shyly.
"Oh! Sorry...I didn't mean to...I must have carried off." Wendy covered her burning face in her hands.
"Oh...well. Is that supposed to happen?"
Wendy looked up into his eyes once more.
"Y-yes...it's called a French kiss...it's a more deeper kiss than the normal closed lips thing."
"Oh...teach me?"
Wendy looked up surprised. She hadn't been expecting this.
"You liked it?"
"Ummm...yeah."
"Well...I'm not sure how I could teach you it but...if we kiss again and you just follow me I think you'll get it."
Peter nodded and moved in again. Their lips touched once more and the kiss turned deeper again. Wendy parted her lips and moved her tongue into Peter's mouth. He responded. Their kiss intensified and Peter fell into Wendy. His hands cupping her face. His body was pressed up hard against her. Wendy could feel Peter's lower region poke into her.
'Wait! We can't do it here!' Wendy thought suddenly.
"Peter?" Wendy said breaking the kiss.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Peter asked rather annoyed at her for breaking the most intimate kiss he'd ever had with her.
"We can't go any further...not here," Wendy said looking into his blue eyes.
"Oh, yeah...Okay," he moved off her and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Peter?"
"Yeah?" he looked over to her.
"Let's go to Neverland." She smiled.
Peter smiled and grabbed her hand.
"Do you want to get dressed first?" he asked her looking at her white nightgown.
"Has it stopped me before?" she asked cheekily.
"Do you remember what I told you?" Peter asked.
"Yes...think of a happy thought...right?"
"Right, Tink?"
TinkerBell was lying on the table next to the candle that was burning low.
"She must have fallen asleep...I should have known...I wasn't getting beat up for kissing you." Wendy smiled.
Peter crept over to TinkerBell and nudged her with the tip of his finger.
TinkerBell's eyes shot open. As if she was alarmed that she wasn't keeping an eye on Wendy. Her face grew red as she got mad.
"Now, Tink...no need for that," Peter said. Then he shook her and gold specks fell into his hand.
Tink flew off ahead of them angry.
"Are you ready?" he asked her stepping forward.
"What about your Lost Boys?" Wendy asked looking around at the sleeping children.
"Maybe next time." He smiled. He opened his palm and blew the pixie dust on her.
"Now think happy thoughts." Peter reminded her as he floated out of the window.
"Ok...uh, happy thought?...Christmas that's coming up!" Wendy closed her eyes and all of a sudden her feet lifted off the floor of the bedroom and she floated outside to where Peter waited for her.
"You can open your eyes now." Peter chuckled.
Wendy opened her eyes but didn't look down. She saw Peter staring back at her.
"You okay?" he asked rather kindly.
"Yeah...I'm fine." She smiled.
"Ok, hang onto my hand and we'll be in Neverland in no time." He stretched his arm out to her. Wendy took his hand and with a burst of energy Peter sped his way to the right star. It grew brighter as they neared it.
To be Continued...