Author: Hey...didn't expect me back so soon huh?. Well, I decided to get it over with early, cause the teachers will be piling tons of work on us...so, better get an early start!.
ok...thanks so much for your reveiws, again you guys are awsome!. So awsome, I guess you could say you inspired me to update early shrugs. Anyways, I have a warning: This one has nudety in it, so if your not the age limit, DON'T READ IT!. Save yourselves for burning and torture!. Well, I warned you!. Good luck to ya, and please remember to review!. That is all, thank you and enjoy!.
It was bright and early; the sun peaked through the branches that lined the walls, of the underground home. The sun spread across the room, making it seem brighter then what the darkness did to the muddy walls and floor. It snaked over the large bed, where our young couple rests peacefully among the warm furs piled there. So angelic. So warm in their embrace.
When all of the sudden a native horn blew through the quiet of the bright morning. Peter and Wendy suddenly jumped up, Wendy almost falling of the side of the bed if it weren't for Peter's arm tightening around her waist, catching her. Another loud blow of the horn was heard, and a yell of two people coming into the tree home.
They landed, ungracefully in a pile on the dirty floor, trying desperately to untangle themselves. Peter and Wendy watched in amusement as the two angrily batted and cursed at each other, until finally finding themselves upright. On, Peter noticed to be the young girl from yesterday, Petal Dancer.
The second was a much older Indian woman, with dark hair like night, and eyes that seemed to pierce through your soul, like a hawk. She was Night Sparrow.
"Good morning, your highnesses!" both girls said in unison and bowed to the two still on the bed, a bit frazzled. Wendy noticed, as the two girls bowed, that Night Sparrow had a bow and arrows to her back, Petal Dancer had just a long knife. She guessed they must have been sent from hunting.
"No need for the formal talk girls" Peter said suddenly, a small blush coming to his cheeks. "We're not the rulers yet!".
"Yes, but we will be crowned after your wedding. By the way, is only in two days!." Petal Dancer said excitedly. "Our chief told us to be calling you that from now on. We must respect our new rulers" Night Sparrow said, bowing to them once she finished. She seemed very much into this tradition. "Alright, well. What's for today?" Wendy asked, slowly stretching and getting to her feet as well.
"The chief has asked for your company for breakfast, then you must be trained some more. The wedding is in only two days!" Petal Dancer interjected again excitedly. Wendy smiled slightly at her excitement. "Alright then, I suppose I shall just meet you there then?" Wendy asked, turning to Peter and the girls in question. Both girls smiled, and nodded in agreement.
"Alright then, see you there!" Peter said, smiling to Wendy as she came to give him both his morning and goodbye kiss. It was long, and very heart filled, the two only breaking away once the cheery laughter of Petal Dancer met them. They parted, a small blush playing on their cheeks. With a small smile and a wave, Wendy disappeared up the landing with Night Sparrow leading and Petal Dancer followed.
Again with a small smile, Peter turned away from the landing and prepared himself for the day. First he had to wash up. Taking an old blanket, he headed out into the fresh air and sunshine of the surface. Peter yawned and stretched and continued on his way to a small clearing that held a large pond.
Smile brightening at the glistening water that greeted him, Peter through down the towel beside a nearby rock, along with his clothing and dived into the cool, refreshing water. Breaking the surface, Peter let out a gasp of air, being under the water for so long, and out of breath. Pushing the now wet hair out of his eyes, Peter swam his way back to where he had lain his towel and clothes. Reaching into the old blanket, he grabbed a useful bar of soap one of the elderly Indian woman had given to him before. Encouraging he use it wisely.
Ducking under the water once more, he popped up from the water, running the bar against his bronze skin, cleaning every part of his body from head to toes. Humming as he went, then diving under the water once more to relieve himself of the access soap, Peter lifted himself out of the water, using the edge as help. Once on his feet, he first stood to the sun, letting himself get naturally dry all over. Then grabbing the old blanket, he dried himself completely. Scooping up his bundle of clothes and swinging the blanket over his shoulder, Peter walked happily back to the tree home to finish preparing.
A few minutes later, the boys soon came sliding happily down into the shady tree home, having been playing a nearby pond, washing themselves like Peter just had. After disentangling themselves from their messy little heap, Tootles was first to stand on his feet. "Peter?. You here?" he called happily into the seemingly empty home. Not an answer was echoed back.
Next, Nibs tried. "Peter?" he too called, his voice echoed like Tootles just had, but still nothing. "Maybe he's already there?" Curly questioned the rest of the boys, the boys shrugging in response. "Maybe he went with Wendy?" Michael piped up finally. "Then, maybe we'll just meet them there!" John announced and meant to turn towards the landing and walk out when finally he appeared. "Turning your back on your former leader?. How disgraceful!. London must be clouding you brains!" Peter said, the boys all turning towards his voice. There, the boy stood. Dressed once more in his leaves, his vine strap that held his knife, now lined with colourful little blooms. His hair and skin shined beautifully, even in the dark home, the sunbeams gleaming off of him.
"Wow Peter, you look better then ever!" John exclaimed happily. Peter's sparkling eyes danced over all the now bright faces of the line of boys in front of him. "Well, I am to be the future king!" Peter almost seem to boast.
"Can't seem undignified in front of my future kingdom" Peter said again, his rosy smile brightening across his face. All the boys shared in a laugh before Peter finally calmed them, and hurriedly ushered them out.
They walked through the quiet forest, led by a proud and bright Peter, sunbeams dancing all over his body, making him shine with a aura none of them have ever seen their former leader have before. Finally, the light smoke from a early campfire marked their path and the hurried towards it. In moments, the pleasant little village came into view, cuddled among the spruce.
As they got closer, their stomachs began to growl as the luscious smell of food gathered around them. They entered the village, seeing a very large table with many people already seated at it, many of them already Indian.
As they finally stopped before the table, the group got more then one surprise. Tons of food gathered in groups around the table, the delicious smell fuming off of the plates from before now making the boys drool.
Peter took a quick glance around the table. Noticing Mr. And Mrs. Darling, and now the boys beside them. Some Indians villagers and surprising of all, Hook's former first mate Smee, and Peter's former second-in-command, and Wendy's aunt's adoptive son, Slightly. "Hello Pan!" Smee greeted with a smile. The aging man stood up and took Peter's hand without warning, shaking it aggressively. Peter nodded to him and smiled, while flexing out the muscles in his hand.
He turned and greeted Slightly. "Long time, No see" greeted Peter happily. The black haired boy suddenly jumped up and engulfed Peter is a tight hug. "What are you guys doing here?" Peter asked surprised, once Slightly let go of his waist with a little urging. "Well, we wouldn't want to miss your wedding to your Wendy lady!" Smee suddenly piped up with a smile.
"The chief told us to come, when we heard you two were finally getting wed, we willingly agreed!" Slightly suddenly took over. "With my mother, Aunt Millicent, suddenly disappearing, I had to move in with the Darlings. But they were here, so I came!" he finished with a grin.
"Come, sit Peter. Breakfast is about to be served!" Mrs. Darling greeted, patting an empty seat invitingly. With a smile and a nod, Peter willingly sat down, the whole table suddenly humming with chatter. When all of the sudden, the same native horn Peter and Wendy had been disturbed by earlier, rang high and long through the air. All lips shut, and eyes turned to see a girl with fiery red hair, fair skin, and beautiful brown eyes. They remembered her as Fire Rose.
"Breakfast is served. With the accompany of Miss Wendy Darling, soon to be the future wife of Peter Pan, and Queen of Neverland" Fire Rose angelic voice rang through the village with a hum. She stepped aside to reveal Wendy first. All expressions turned to surprise as they laid eyes upon her.
She was now in a strapless deerskin top, with one sleeve, and a deerskin skirt to match, on its ends dangled colourful, ceremonial beads. Her hairs hung in one long braid over one shoulder, a feather tied to its end. Around her eyes, was a pink band on pain, along with red streaks down her face like a warrior and a little symbol of a curved heart on her lower right cheek.
They all gasped. If they didn't know her before, they would have thought her a beautiful Indian warrior. Peter swallowed nervously, and blinked a couple of times to get him out of his daydreaming. Slowly, he got to his feet and smiled. "You look very beautiful my Wendy!" he said with a bigger smile as his sentence went on. All the others sent their greetings and Mrs. Darling patted a seat to her, like she did Peter. With a smile, she willingly accepted.
Then, the breakfast was issued out, and almost instantly, everyone dung in to their favourites. All the while, they laughed and ate merrily. Smee re telling tales of the sea, Slightly and the boys telling of their first trial and errors when they first arrived on Neverland. Wendy also re telling to her parents of the events she's had with Peter since she'd met him. Mr. Darling smiled.
"A toast!" he suddenly announced. "To our happy couple!. May they have many wonderful years of marriage to come!" he continued, and with cheers around the table, they drank to the now blushing young couple. "It is only but two days away" Mrs. Darling piped up. "….and may it be a joyous occasion!" she smiled and raised her cup.
Two Days Later
The morning shone brighter then ever that morning, reflecting perfectly of Peter Pan's mood. They day consisted of breakfast and training, Wendy and Peter forbidden to see each other until the wedding at sunset. "Last training" the aging fairy queen had said. "…and then you'll be ready!. You'll be a wonderful leader, I have faith in you". Both Peter and Wendy were advised this, both giving a nervous smile.
It was now half hour until the wedding began, and everyone rushed to prepare for the grand ceremony. It would be performed in an open little clearing, the trees surrounding were hung with streamers and ribbons of silver and gold. The alter was a arch way of flowers and ribbons, the one performing the ceremony was the Indian chief himself.
The guests would stand, there were no available seats in the field, they would just kneel, as if in prayer for the young couple. Mr. Darling fidgeted with his tie, not sure whether he should let this be or have one last attempt of stopping this mistake. Mrs. Darling saw his nervousness. "Darling, it will be fine!" she said with a nervous smile, batting his hand away from his tie. Suddenly he heard a whisper call him. It was Silver Eagle, calling him up.
With a nervous smile to his wife, Mr. Darling followed.
In tents, behind the field where the wedding would be, Peter and Wendy were getting the finishing touches put on their wedding wear. Peter watched irritated, as the women and men around him, pulled tighter on this, and played with that, thinking of any other way to torture him Peter thought. "Ok, can we go now?" Peter asked irritated, as he finally noticed them move away from him in awe. In native tongue, a woman nodded and ushered him out, leaving him proudly at the alter, to wait for the wedding to begin.
In another tent, there was Wendy. She however, nervously plucked at her beautiful dress as the women fixed up what was left of her skirts. In native tongue, one of the batted her hand away angrily, seeing Wendy pluck and pull at the dress. Another women questioned her in native tongue. "No, no it's fine. I'm fine" Wendy answered with a nervous smile. Wendy gazed at her reflection once more, as she felt her veil being pinned into her hair and placed over her face, her bouquet also handed to her. Wendy lost herself in her beautiful reflection, hardly noticing that she was questioned again. "Yes" she answered simply, turning to the woman with a smile. "I'm ready" she said, turning once more to her reflection, before being ushered out by the two women.
The fairy King, Queen and Mr. Darling, met them outside. Mr. Darling smiled to his daughter, taking her image in awe. "You ready?" he asked, offering her his arm. With a nervous smile to the three, she wrapped her arm around his slowly, her grip tightening on her bouquet as she saw the fairy queen nod to the fairy orchestra at the front. Wendy was suddenly short of breath as the music began. Seeming to her, beautiful but haunting.
All eyes turned to the back as a couple of fairies glided down the walkway, fair dust gracefully falling behind them, their wake seeming to glow. Wendy remembered the fairy Queen mention, that fairies were suppose to go first in weddings, to light the way for the bride, make a golden path for her to her future life. Wendy swallowed nervously as the fairy king and queen flew forwards down the walkway. She and her father were next.
Mr. Darling turned to his daughter, shooting her a encouraging smile, and tightening his grip on her hand reassuringly. "Your doing the right thing!. Ready?" he whispered in her ear, and as an answer she breathed and stepped forward. All down the walkway, every time Mr. Darling felt Wendy suddenly tense, he'd reassure her with a smile and light squeeze of the hand. That helped her a lot.
Wendy's eyes suddenly fell upon Peter, standing proud, but nervous at the front. He wore what was similar to the fairy prince costume. But I fancier shirt, a little bit longer in sleeves, and pants that cut to almost his ankles. She also noticed him wearing a fancier version of moccasins the Indian's wore.
Peter was very pleased and awestruck as his gaze came upon Wendy. She wore a beautiful silk white gown. Strapless, but gold armbands that held transparent material that flowed down her arms like silk water. Her hair was of two braids, starting in front, and meeting in the back in a messy bun, the veil like silk water of fairy dust running down her face, only it made her face glow beautifully in the orange light of sunset. Her skirts flowed to the ground, the whole dress sparkled with fairy dust, making it shine beautifully. Finally, she reached Peter, both sending each other nervous but happy smiles. Mr. Darling seemed to hesitate for a few moments, but then willingly unwrapped Wendy's hand, and gently placed hers in Peter's. Wendy smiled to her father and stepped up to Peter's side. Handing her bouquet to the awaiting Petal Dancer, the chief smiled and the ceremony began.
The vows of eternal love were exchanged and a promise of always being together, sickness and health, for all of life was questioned to both, and agreed. The Fairy king and queen issued each the other's wedding band, reciting over what they had written for each other on the wonderful day.
Tears of joy sprang as the bands were then slipped on the other's fingers.
The chief called for another prayer, and a prayer from the witnesses for the happy couple.
"I am now honoured to present, the newly wedded Peter and Wendy Pan!" the chief happily announced to the viewers kneeling in the field before them. Tears of joy already spent, quivering, happy smiles came from the boys, also trying to contain their excitement until the couple had finally kissed. Mr. And Mrs, Darling already starting to bawl, Mrs. Darling patting her husband's hand lovingly and reassuringly.
"You may now kiss the bride!" the chief continued happily, stepping back to watch the newlyweds. Turning to each other, Peter happily grabbed the silky material, hiding his beautiful wife's face from him. Lifting it up over her face, Peter was not surprised to see some of her carefully applied make up now slightly smudged where it lay. With a grateful smile, he captured her rose coloured lips, just as the sun was disappearing behind the horizon of the ocean, leaving the sky a pinkish orange.
Now cheers of joy and congrats were shot to the darkened sky, the boys jumping to their feet with whoops of joy, Mr. And Mrs. Darling with tears of joy sprawled down their faces, and the Indians also in congrats. All met now the happy couple in a gathering at the alter, hugs and kisses and hand shakes where issued. The horn from before was suddenly blown again, all was quiet. "Now let us feast, to the union of the happy newlyweds!" the chief announced and cheers once more were shouted.
It was now a few hours later. Many campfires burning, rushing clouds of smoke to the starry sky in celebration. Surrounding them was a series of oak tables, pushed together cleverly to create one huge circle of tables surrounding three ceremonial fires. The encampment was buzzing with excited chatter and the harmonious chewing of the glorious food the Indians had prepared.
Peter and Wendy at its beginning, then the parents to the left, the group of boys starting from the right, starting with John. Many happy faces as all ate and drank to the newlyweds, also happily chattering away. "You'll love Neverland Wendy!" Michael chirped. "Yes, you have nothing to worry about with Peter here!" Curly added. "Yes, what a wonderful place to start a family of your own!" John concluded, taking another bite of a chicken leg.
Wendy frowned at this, and started to answer, but the Chief appeared in front of them, following the beat of the drum. "Honoured guests of Pan and Pan Lady!" the chief bellowed into the crowd, searching each face to see that they were listening. "We have just witnessed the marriage of Pan and his lady, and we are very honoured to celebrate with them by this wonderful feast!" the chief said, raising his cup to the couple, cheers followed.
"…but that is not all that we have to celebrate!. There is one more thing that Pan and his lady need, before this night ends!" The chief bellowed again into the crowd. Leaving his audience to chat away confusingly and excitedly, the fairy king and queen approached the chief at the front. "We are also proud to announce, that Pan and Wendy will forth evermore, become the new rulers of Neverland!" the chief finished. Another round of excited cheers hummed through the village.
"Come Pan and Wendy" the chief called to them to join him. Peter smiled to Wendy and took her hand encouragingly, slowly lifting them to their feet. Once in front, the king and queen appeared with shining crowns for each of them. First, the king took the largest crown, and placed it gently onto Peter's head. It was heavily encrusted with many large jewels the fairies valued greatly, a pointed top and it seemed to sit itself happily on Peter's head.
Next was Wendy. The fairy queen took the smaller one, and placed it gently on Wendy's head. This one may have been smaller, but was encrusted with just as much jewels as Peter's. These were smaller cut diamond and jewellery the fairies valued. It seemed to fit Wendy perfectly. Both crowns sparkled brightly in the fire light, as the couple smiled nervously to the clapping crowd, the chief, fairy king and fairy queen smiled proudly. "We are pleased to present to you, your new King and Queen!" shouted the chief excitedly, showing off the two nervous newlyweds as much as possible before they dashed off to their seats.
"An honour it will be to have you rule the Island, Pan, Wendy!" the chief said, nodding happily to them both, both nodding back. "…and now, enjoy song and dance, as the celebration continues!" the chief said finally, getting back to his seat to watch the dancers and musicians that now took their place.
Throughout the rest of the night, many once more shook the couple's hands in congrats, the boys manly congratulating Peter in the way they used to, Mrs. Darling continually kissing their faces proudly. Mr. Darling, at first looked stern, but shook Peter's hand gratefully, which suddenly turned into a hug. "You take care of her Peter" Mr. Darling whispered into Peter's ear. "…and welcome to the family" a smile spread across both their faces.
Now, after many hours of dancing and celebration, the party was now ending, well past midnight. The group of Darling's, Slightly, Smee and the Indians now bid good night and one last congrats as the couple parted back to the tree home. "Oh, what a wonderful night!" Wendy cooed, as Peter held her tightly as the walked through the forest, the stars guiding them.
Finally, when they came to the home, and slipped inside, they got a big surprise. Beautifully lit candles of various fragrances filled the home with a loving glow. Rose petals of red, pink and yellow peppered the floor around them, and seemingly led to the large fur bed at one corner of the home. Wendy turned to Peter with a mischievous smile. "Did you do all this?" she asked curiously.
Peter suddenly seemed hurt, like he'd done something to displease her. "No, I had noting to do with this!" Peter said defensively, but also teasingly. The smile never left her lips, only grew wider. "Well, doesn't matter" she said, pulling him in closer by his collar. "Your mine for tonight Peter Pan" she teased in a low voice. Peter mimicked her mood. "…and I got a little way of celebrating myself!" she continued, as she pulled him along to the fur bed.
Arriving in the room where the bed lay, Wendy let go of Peter, and backed away to the bed. Feeling she had arrived at the edge, Wendy began to slowly untie the ribbons that held her wedding dress to her body. Once they were loosened, she slowly slipped the silky material off of her body, letting the candle light bathe her whole body. She then slowly got onto the bed, and made herself comfortable.
"Join me?" she questioned, yet demanded to Peter. He was happy to oblige. Peter marched closer to the bed, while also unbuttoning his dress shirt and pants and got onto the bed with her. Pushing her on her back, Peter suddenly sealed her lips with his in a passionate kiss. He broke away after a moment, a questioning look in his eyes. "Are you sure?" he asked. Wendy gave him a smile. "I'm a married woman now" she stated simply. "I can do whatever I want!" and with that, she leaned up and sealed their lips again.
For many heated moments, the two engaged in passionate kisses, before they both wanted more. Peter suddenly broke away from her hungry lips, and started to make his way across her body, starting with her neck. Placing sweet kisses here and there, Peter smiled when he felt her shiver with pleasure, that is until he reached her stomach.
Peter decided to turn it up a bit, and teased her by tickling her navel with his tongue, distracting her from his busy hands running along her legs and lower areas. After he had finished his frenzy of kisses and nipping at her skin, Peter finally looked up into her face again. She seemed out of breath, her eyes darkened. "You know what comes next?" he asked, and she nodded, urging him to continue. "I'm ready for whatever happens!" she breaths bravely.
Peter swallowed, taking a deep breath, he positioned himself paralleled to hers, and felt his lower body tighten as he lowered himself to her. Their heated regions connected, sending a slight fire through their bodies, but he didn't stop. Pushing his hardness further into her, the fire starting to sizzle through their veins. Her sudden cries seemed of pain, but once his ears adjusted, he knew they were of pleasure. A smile came to his lips as he continued.
Her cries ever more higher, and their bodies building up to the heated passion they felt for each other. Peter finally found the barrier and after sucking in a final breath, he pushed and wiggled his way against her, until finally feeling a breakage and he relaxed against her. However, the act was not over, for he felt himself hardening inside of her. Peter felt sweated and out of breathe, but a sudden touch on his shoulders gave him confidence.
Wendy had placed her hands on his shoulders for reassurance, still out of breath, she gave him a smile. With this he finally released and felt himself weaken against her. Both gave a sigh of relief and the cries of passion were still heard, echoed from the tree home that night. For a very long time.
Author: All of you asking for romance...hope you got it!. OK, now that you read it, and if your not burned or your mind is clean and you don'r find it disgusting, please reveiw me. Always looking forward to it!. The faster you review, the better Imake it for you, andfaster I update!.Remember that, and thanks again!.