CHAPTER 14: A THIMBLE IS GOOD TO HAVE
My heart, I'll send to thee.
Wisps of color in the air;
Butterflies from me.
Peter laughed at Wendy as she stroked his dark blonde hair with worry; she had been nursing him for hours. They were both surprised, for the Lost Boys hadn't returned and it was already ten at night.
"Wendy, I'm fine." Peter laughed, sitting up. Wendy pouted, hating the idea of Peter getting hurt. She looked down at her hands and played with her fingers. Peter watched the moving fingers as his hand crept behind Wendy's face, over her eyes. Wendy jumped, as Peter blocked her sight.
"What are you doing?" Wendy laughed moving her arms around for something to grab onto. When her fair hand touched warm skin, she blushed, turning herself around to face Peter, and sat down. Her hand ran up his chest, up his neck, and rested on his dry lips. Wendy's finger felt warm air make its way around it, meaning Peter's breath. Peter took one hand off of Wendy's eyes, still covering over them with his left, and guided his hand to her lips, uncomfortably. After a while of feeling each other's mouth, they jumped back. Wendy looked up into his green eyes once more and laughed. Peter jumped up and extended his hand for Wendy's. Wendy looked confused at Peter's hand. "Do you trust me?" Peter asked in his enchanting voice. Wendy looked up at him, and nodded. "Yes." Peter's hand slightly moved its fingers, wanting the warmth of Wendy's hand in it. Wendy clasped Peter's hand, lacing their fingers. "Where are we going?"
Peter grinned mischievously, being the boy that he is, and flew out of the hole with her. The nearby fairies laughed at the two youths, knowing what Peter had in mind. All the fairies, that is, but Tinker Bell, who huffed as she saw Wendy's smiling face.
Peter led Wendy to the Fairy Forest, containing waterfalls and evergreen trees with golden needles. The four-foot clovers swayed in the nighttime breeze as Wendy and Peter ran through them, laughing. Peter did a cartwheel in the middle of his run, only for attention. Peter adored attention, and always received it: good or bad. Wendy laughed as he sprang back up, and held her hand in his once more.
"Peter, don't hurt yourself!" Wendy laughed. Suddenly, Peter froze. Wendy stopped as well, almost falling over from surprise. Peter's green eyes were fixed on something ahead, as he panted for breath. Wendy shook from the bitterness of fright, wondering if Peter was seeing a bad thing. Slowly, she moved her head to where Peter was looking and smiled, gasping of delight. Infront of the two, there was a clearing with a swarm of fairies, creating a light. There were cut down trees, showing the large waterfall with exotic plants and flowers around it. Enchanting music started to play, which reminded Wendy of a jewelry-box song.
Peter looked down at Wendy's hand still in his, and sighed, bringing their hands up to their faces. Wendy blushed, as did Peter. They both felt uncomfortable, and a bit bewildered. He could feel his heart beating at a fast pace, as Wendy's heart felt the same. They both looked at the waterfall, then back at each other. Then, a thought popped into both of their heads.
Immediately they ran to the waterfall. Peter and Wendy ran through it together, getting every outside inch of their body wet. And so they did this for a long period, playing and yelling. After awhile, Wendy sat down on the cut ivy and listened to the music. Peter crossed his arms and walked beside Wendy, plopping himself down next to her. They shivered in the brisk air, wishing they were dry.
"Wendy?" Peter asked anxiously. Wendy looked at him, sending him even more chills. He wouldn't dare look at her. His face turned red of embarrassment. "Have you ever thimbled a boy?" Peter's voice was shaky. Wendy raised an eyebrow. How could you possibly "thimble" a boy, when a "thimble" is a thing?
"What do you mean?" The curious girl asked. She rested on her right arm, facing Peter, while Peter did the same, except resting on his left arm.
"I was wondering...." Peter started. He looked up at the stars, noticing one wink at him. He smirked. "If I could give you a thimble." Wendy crossed her arms, squinting her eyes. He thinks now would be the proper time to give her a stupid thimble?
Wendy nodded, thinking this as no big deal.
Inside, Peter danced with joy. Outwardly, he tried not to give a pleasurable smile. Slowly, he pulled himself to Wendy and sat her up with him. Wendy tilted her head, and was as confused as ever. Peter closed his eyes and leaned in slowly, putting a hand on Wendy's cheek. Wendy felt a sensation in her stomach, as she closed her eyes as well, knowing what Peter's idea of a thimble was.
The moment their lips touched, a bombing sensation happened in their souls. Peter inched nearer Wendy and placed his arm around her waist. Wendy arched her back, as she slipped down to the ivy ground, still kissing Peter. When their lips parted, Wendy rested her head on Peter's shoulder as they studied the stars. Peter smiled largely, glad that Wendy wasn't able to see it. He felt like the whole world said his name with joy, and felt the earth shake beneath his body. He felt like standing on the edge of a cliff and falling, then flying back up again before he hit the ground! He felt like fireworks were bursting out of his body. Soon, he gave a loud, pleasurable yell. Wendy sat up, worried, and touched Peter with care.
"Peter, are you alright?" Wendy asked, extremely worried. "What's the matter?"
Peter blushed furiously. "That felt... that felt..." Peter gasped, happier than ever. Wendy asked for him to go on, still worried. Peter closed his eyes tightly, as he always did when having pleasure. "Good."
Wendy laughed. "I feel the same way." She was about to kiss him, when something fell from the sky. It was a falling star, which turned into purple smoke, then disappeared. Wendy jumped up with embarrassment. She forgot about all the secret-telling fairies watching them. "We should go. The boys could be worried."
Peter flew up. "Aye." Wendy smiled up at him as he took her hand again and flew back with Wendy to the Underground Home.
Wisps of color in the air;
Butterflies from me.
Peter laughed at Wendy as she stroked his dark blonde hair with worry; she had been nursing him for hours. They were both surprised, for the Lost Boys hadn't returned and it was already ten at night.
"Wendy, I'm fine." Peter laughed, sitting up. Wendy pouted, hating the idea of Peter getting hurt. She looked down at her hands and played with her fingers. Peter watched the moving fingers as his hand crept behind Wendy's face, over her eyes. Wendy jumped, as Peter blocked her sight.
"What are you doing?" Wendy laughed moving her arms around for something to grab onto. When her fair hand touched warm skin, she blushed, turning herself around to face Peter, and sat down. Her hand ran up his chest, up his neck, and rested on his dry lips. Wendy's finger felt warm air make its way around it, meaning Peter's breath. Peter took one hand off of Wendy's eyes, still covering over them with his left, and guided his hand to her lips, uncomfortably. After a while of feeling each other's mouth, they jumped back. Wendy looked up into his green eyes once more and laughed. Peter jumped up and extended his hand for Wendy's. Wendy looked confused at Peter's hand. "Do you trust me?" Peter asked in his enchanting voice. Wendy looked up at him, and nodded. "Yes." Peter's hand slightly moved its fingers, wanting the warmth of Wendy's hand in it. Wendy clasped Peter's hand, lacing their fingers. "Where are we going?"
Peter grinned mischievously, being the boy that he is, and flew out of the hole with her. The nearby fairies laughed at the two youths, knowing what Peter had in mind. All the fairies, that is, but Tinker Bell, who huffed as she saw Wendy's smiling face.
Peter led Wendy to the Fairy Forest, containing waterfalls and evergreen trees with golden needles. The four-foot clovers swayed in the nighttime breeze as Wendy and Peter ran through them, laughing. Peter did a cartwheel in the middle of his run, only for attention. Peter adored attention, and always received it: good or bad. Wendy laughed as he sprang back up, and held her hand in his once more.
"Peter, don't hurt yourself!" Wendy laughed. Suddenly, Peter froze. Wendy stopped as well, almost falling over from surprise. Peter's green eyes were fixed on something ahead, as he panted for breath. Wendy shook from the bitterness of fright, wondering if Peter was seeing a bad thing. Slowly, she moved her head to where Peter was looking and smiled, gasping of delight. Infront of the two, there was a clearing with a swarm of fairies, creating a light. There were cut down trees, showing the large waterfall with exotic plants and flowers around it. Enchanting music started to play, which reminded Wendy of a jewelry-box song.
Peter looked down at Wendy's hand still in his, and sighed, bringing their hands up to their faces. Wendy blushed, as did Peter. They both felt uncomfortable, and a bit bewildered. He could feel his heart beating at a fast pace, as Wendy's heart felt the same. They both looked at the waterfall, then back at each other. Then, a thought popped into both of their heads.
Immediately they ran to the waterfall. Peter and Wendy ran through it together, getting every outside inch of their body wet. And so they did this for a long period, playing and yelling. After awhile, Wendy sat down on the cut ivy and listened to the music. Peter crossed his arms and walked beside Wendy, plopping himself down next to her. They shivered in the brisk air, wishing they were dry.
"Wendy?" Peter asked anxiously. Wendy looked at him, sending him even more chills. He wouldn't dare look at her. His face turned red of embarrassment. "Have you ever thimbled a boy?" Peter's voice was shaky. Wendy raised an eyebrow. How could you possibly "thimble" a boy, when a "thimble" is a thing?
"What do you mean?" The curious girl asked. She rested on her right arm, facing Peter, while Peter did the same, except resting on his left arm.
"I was wondering...." Peter started. He looked up at the stars, noticing one wink at him. He smirked. "If I could give you a thimble." Wendy crossed her arms, squinting her eyes. He thinks now would be the proper time to give her a stupid thimble?
Wendy nodded, thinking this as no big deal.
Inside, Peter danced with joy. Outwardly, he tried not to give a pleasurable smile. Slowly, he pulled himself to Wendy and sat her up with him. Wendy tilted her head, and was as confused as ever. Peter closed his eyes and leaned in slowly, putting a hand on Wendy's cheek. Wendy felt a sensation in her stomach, as she closed her eyes as well, knowing what Peter's idea of a thimble was.
The moment their lips touched, a bombing sensation happened in their souls. Peter inched nearer Wendy and placed his arm around her waist. Wendy arched her back, as she slipped down to the ivy ground, still kissing Peter. When their lips parted, Wendy rested her head on Peter's shoulder as they studied the stars. Peter smiled largely, glad that Wendy wasn't able to see it. He felt like the whole world said his name with joy, and felt the earth shake beneath his body. He felt like standing on the edge of a cliff and falling, then flying back up again before he hit the ground! He felt like fireworks were bursting out of his body. Soon, he gave a loud, pleasurable yell. Wendy sat up, worried, and touched Peter with care.
"Peter, are you alright?" Wendy asked, extremely worried. "What's the matter?"
Peter blushed furiously. "That felt... that felt..." Peter gasped, happier than ever. Wendy asked for him to go on, still worried. Peter closed his eyes tightly, as he always did when having pleasure. "Good."
Wendy laughed. "I feel the same way." She was about to kiss him, when something fell from the sky. It was a falling star, which turned into purple smoke, then disappeared. Wendy jumped up with embarrassment. She forgot about all the secret-telling fairies watching them. "We should go. The boys could be worried."
Peter flew up. "Aye." Wendy smiled up at him as he took her hand again and flew back with Wendy to the Underground Home.