Author: Hey y'all!. I had time to update between homework...but I best get at it again...took too much of a break lol!. Anyways, thanks so much for your reviews, I greatly apprieate it!. There is again nudety in the beginning of this...so its advised for people under aged of this fic!. lol. anyways, enjoy! and please review!.
The sun once more seeped into the tree home, colouring the little house in the gorgeous morning light. It pooled over to the large bed, where we last left our newlyweds with their night of passion and pleasures. There they lay, all sprawled out on the pile of furs.
Taking a better look, Peter is now flat on his back, one arm bent upwards on the pillows, the other hanging off the side of the bed, like one of his legs. His head turned towards the wall, snoring softly. Wendy seems to be on top of him, one arm draped lazily over his stomach, legs on either side of him, her head used his body as a pillow. They both seem exhausted after their first night as newlyweds, however before you get any ideas, they have stopped in love making along time ago.
As the bright sunshine drifts lazily over Wendy's, the sleepy girl let out a groan and tried to hide her tired eyes, trying to resist awakening. However, once she brushed her fingers along warm skin, her eyes suddenly shot open and slowly she lifted her head. A blush ran across her face as she realized the night her and Peter had.
Rubbing a hand, tiredly over her eyes, she positioned her hands to better support herself, and slowly lifted herself up. Once she was on her knees, she slowly and carefully, climbed over the still sleeping Peter, and searched the room for something that would be a good cover. She found a robe, hung up on the wall, and decided that best. Hurriedly, she slipped it on a tide it, and then did she turn back to Peter.
Seeing him sprawled out like that, and that much of him, she let out a little giggle of both amusement and embarrassment, just staring until took lone blanket and draped it over him. Making sure it covered him properly, she kissed him on the forehead lightly and went slipped out into the next room.
Wendy took this time to properly view the home. It was pleasant, and quaint, but there would have be some modifications if they were to have a child. Another blush coloured her cheeks as her thoughts returned to last night and their love making. Shaking the thoughts and sleep from her head, Wendy marched into the kitchen to gather breakfast.
It seems that the Indians had already stocked them with whatever they needed, at least for a while. So, happily, Wendy started to crack eggs into a wooden bowl, adding pinches and spoonfuls of spices and herbs. Her mother once taught her when she was smaller. Pouring it gently into the already turned on pan, Wendy smiled, as the sound of crackling and sweet smells came to her, it was just like her mother used to make. As she busied herself around the kitchen, she hummed the little tune she remembered her mother singing as she made breakfast for the large family. Today, it would only be her and Peter. The rest of the family eating with the Indians, leaving the newlyweds to their new life.
Within a few minutes, the sweet smell clouded the room, and drifted into the room where Peter still lay dead asleep. However, once the sweet smell of Wendy's eggs tickled his nose, his eyes shot open and a smile spread across his lips. Now turning his head to the doorway of the room, Peter swift ears also caught the sweet lull of Wendy's humming. The smile on his lips grew as he slowly lifted himself up and made his way out to where Wendy worked in the kitchen.
A mischievous sparkle came to his blue eyes as he saw Wendy hadn't noticed his presence yet, too busy between the eggs and the brewed tea. Silently, he walked up to her and while her back was to him, he swiftly wrapped his arms around her, catching her off guard. A gasp, at first escaped her, but once she realized who it was, she giggled, resting her hand upon his on her stomach. "Hello my wife!. What a wonderful morning it is!" Peter purred into her ear, kissing her along her neck teasingly.
Wendy let out little playful giggles and turned herself around to wrap her arms around his neck. She was about to press her lips against his, when she noticed his lack of dress. Again, she let out a surprised gasp, and instantly meant to push away from him, but his arms still wrapped around her waist held tight. "Peter, you really need to learn to dress in the mornings!" Wendy blurted out hurriedly.
Peter's smile grew. "Why?. You're my wife now, and we're here all alone!" he purred once more into her ear. "Just you and me, alone!" his arms moved from the small of her back, and slowly brushed their way across her waist. "So, why do you have this on?. Come on Wendy" he started, his hands now teasingly trying to untie the belt of her rope, while he distracted her with kisses. "No need for this!. It would be so much fun!" he felt the belt loosen in his hands, Wendy none-resistant.
Finally, he got it undone, his hands slowly moving up the material, pushing it away from her body. He stopped as he suddenly teased a breast, Wendy let out a gasp as his cold hands brushed and played with it. Finally, he got to the base of her neck, and slowly started to slide the material from her shoulders slowly, it finally pooling at her feet.
"Peter, do you really want to do this now?" Wendy breathed against his lips, she trying her best to resist. He groaned his response, and she finally gave in.
Once more, Peter's arms felt around her skin, teasing it, and loving the feel of it, free from any restraints, his fingers free to roam around. Wendy felt his arms clasp around her waist, and she knew she was trapped. His sweet kisses like poison, she then felt him push her body closer to his seductively, a sign that he wanted to go back to the way they were before, on the bed.
Letting out a little hum in response, one of her hands slipped off of his shoulder, lingering on the silk feeling of his skin, before snaking around to the back and slowly turning off the stove that still cooked the crackling eggs, warning them that they were ready.
Once they heard the pop of the fire turning off, Peter began to slowly pull Wendy back, a secure arm around her waist, kisses being planted everywhere, as they slinked their way back to the room, dropping like stone onto the warm furs. Hurriedly, climbing their way back into positions, the kisses becoming more passionate and frenzied. Hands buried in each other's hair, frantically brushing their fingers through the strands. Wendy let out a long groan as she felt Peter burry himself once more into her, wiggling around until he felt himself fit, then continuing his frenzied actions, bringing them both to climax.
It was coming to late afternoon, when Wendy's eyes flicked open once more. She slowly raised her clouded head, and groaned as she found herself almost in the same position as she did when she first woke up. This time, Peter still inside her, his arms wrapped loosely around her waist. Her head again on his stomach, her legs spread out, entwined with his. With a yawn, Wendy started lightly slapping Peter's skin, calling to him softly. Not even a stir. She called a little louder, she got a response, but not the one she was hoping for.
"Your highnesses?" a bell like voice rang through the tree home just then. Wendy started to feel her face once more grow hot. What if the fairy came in and found them like this?. That would be terrible!. Hurriedly, Wendy tried to push herself up, but remembered Peter. With a groan of frustration, she tried a different tactic. She lifted herself up, and started to wiggle herself out, in a painful sort of way.
The fairy's voice chimed again, this time louder, giving warning that it was close. Using that as inspiration, Wendy gave one last push and found herself in a pile on the floor. At least she was out, but still naked. Wendy then rushed to her feet, frantic for something else to cover herself, the robe, she remembered in a heap in the kitchen.
The fairy searched around the home, curiously looking for the couple, and taking in the quality of the tree home. Finally, it spotted what looked like a room. It flew over to it, and was about to peak inside, when Wendy suddenly appeared at the door. Taking off guard, the fairy took a moment to catch its breath and look Wendy over.
She stood flustered and out of breath before the fairy, her wedding dress draped lazily around her body, one hand held the dress tightly to her chest, the other hidden behind her back, holding onto the back to keep the dress around herself. With a knowing smile, the fairy looked behind Wendy, towards the bed, where Peter lay. A blanket thrown lazily on his body, still fast asleep.
"Had a good night I see!" the fairy said, a eyebrow raised, and a playful smirk towards Wendy. "Wha-what?. Um….yes I-I suppose!" Wendy started a bit flustered. "What-what would make you…." She started, her hands hurriedly trying to tie to ribbons on the back of her dress. "…you say that Hmm?" she questioned uneasily. The fairy let out a giggle. " It seems strange that Peter Pan is still fast asleep, you not even properly dressed, at three thirty in the afternoon. Hmm?" the fairy questioned back.
Wendy bit her lip, lowered her gaze to the floor, knowing they were defeated. "Um…I-I suppose so…um yes!" Wendy said hurriedly, and frustrated. The fairy's smile grew. "Well, we all knew it had to happen sometime!" the fairy commented, turning its back to the girl. Wendy returned her gaze back to the fairy. "What?" she said a bit angered.
"Well, if you two are to be our new rulers, we are also going to expect an heir don't you think?. The circle of life must go on, even in Neverland!" the fairy smirked. Wendy's face once more coloured. "You've all been expecting this?." Wendy blurted. "So it was you fairies who decorated the tree home last night!".
"Yes, us and the Indians!. We expected you to have a night like that, what better time then the night of the wedding!" the fairy retorted. " Isn't that what happens in your world?" the fairy questioned knowingly, finding out from Wendy's mother. Wendy's face grew darker, and she bit her lip once more. "What did you come here for?" she bitterly spat, pushing the dress further up against her.
"The fairy king and queen are ready to depart. They wish final words with you, and then the Island is all yours. Along with your family, they are leaving as well" said the fairy. Wendy's mouth hung open in surprise. "They're leaving, all ready?" she asked frightened. The fairy was shocked.
"They were only allowed to stay for the wedding, not to stay here forever!"the fairy spat.
Wendy took to silence for a moment. "Alright, tell them I'll be there in a few minutes!" Wendy said softly, the fairy nodded. "Yes your highness" the fairy bowed and started to leave before it spun around again. "Oh!. And they ask you to wear your crown, for respect" the fairy continued, eyeing behind Wendy. "…along with our charming king!. Tell him that?" the fairy asked, eyeing Wendy queerly. Wendy also looked behind her, and then nodded to the fairy.
Once it flew out, Wendy stood there in silence for a moment, before rushing towards Peter and beginning to prepare. In a few minutes, Peter and Wendy landed just a few steps away from the family, huddled together in the Indian village. Along with some of the fairies, wishing their departing, old rulers good luck.
"Oh mother!" Wendy ran towards her mother the second her tiny feet touched the ground. She engulfed her mother in a tight hug, her father and brothers also joining in on a family group hug. "It will be alright Wendy, I'm sure you'll make Neverland proud" Mrs. Darling whispered into her daughter's ear, smoothing her silky, kept hair. "Like you made us proud"
Wendy lifted her gaze to her parents, the smiles on their lips grew as they saw Wendy's shiny eyes, matching her jewelled crown. They kissed Wendy's brow in turn, and broke away to let their children hug their sister goodbye. Peter watched this with a smile, tears pricked his eyes, knowing how much Wendy was going to miss her family for a while.
Finally, after a long and tearful hug from her brothers, the fairy king and queen requested Peter and Wendy forward. The queen landed softly on Wendy's palm, as Peter came to her side, the king landing on his palm.
"This is where our time as rulers has ended. Our lives are fulfilled, and now soon coming to an end" the queen spoke softly. Mr. Darling found his eyes watering, feeling a new respect for the tiny creatures.
"….and as our part ends, yours begins and a new life for you both shines bright. We want you to be happy, and we're sure that you will make Neverland just as safe and peaceful as we once did" the king butted in. "However, you need to be careful. There is always some kind of danger lurking around here, but I'm sure together, you will work through it" the queen commented once more.
"We wish you the best, and good luck!. All of Neverland will be here to help you, take their guidance in care, along with each other. Be true to yourselves, and listen to your hearts. Together, you can make this place a wonderful and peaceful Island" said the king and queen. With a smile from Peter and Wendy, they both went away so that the Darling parents could have their farewells.
Mrs. Darling hugged and kissed them both in turn, Mr. Darling shook Peter's hand and gave him a manly hug, and kissed his daughter. "You take care of each other, and we wish you the best" Mr. Darling advised. "Come visit us whenever you can!. Also send word at least twice a month" Mrs. Darling said, pulling away and joining the rest of the family. With tears in their eyes, the Darling's waved their final goodbye to Peter and Wendy.
Peter wrapped an arm around Wendy as she started to cry, watching the fairies cover them with dust, and slowly float off into the clouds. Once they almost lost sight of them, Wendy suddenly through herself into Peter's chest, letting her tears now run freely. "It's alright Wendy, we'll see them again I promise!" Peter whispered into his wife's ear, running his fingers through her hair to sooth her.
They stood there for a few moments, before finally turning away, to join the rest of the Indians, whom with they had a bit to eat. The rest of the day, the couple parted to finally start their royal duties, finally meeting up at the tree home at dusk. "How are you feeling now Wendy?" Peter asked softly, coming to wrap his arms around her waist, kissing her lightly on the head.
Wendy stood quietly at the stove, until swiftly turning and burying her face into his chest. "I'll be fine Peter" She finally answered. With a sniff she continued. "As long as I have you!" she said, and looked up into his face and smiled. Peter also gave her a smile, and kissed her lips hungrily, before letting her get back to cooking their supper.
That night, the rested in their bed, in each other's arms, letting their minds run freely until they lulled each other to sleep. All was quiet in Neverland that night, all was peaceful and bright. Wendy and Peter were shaping up to be pretty good rulers. Neverland had chosen well.
A few months later
The days went on as usual. The morning greetings of kisses and teasing, breakfast almost casually burnt. The couple spent the day separated to their duties as rulers and as a married couple. Peter patrolling the Island, leading hunting parties or meetings with the creatures.
Wendy spent her day doing duties around the house, and helping with chores around the Island, sometimes spending the whole day with the Indian women. At dusk, Peter usually brought home the game from the afternoon's hunt, or Wendy some of the afternoon's catch, the women having put up traps around the forest, their jobs to go check them.
They ate and talked, and teased. Sometimes joining the fairies, or Indians for a meal, or them coming to the house. The nights sometimes consisted of heavy love making, or just simple, playful kisses and giggles, until they felt their eyes grow heavy and snuggled into each other's arms. As the days went by, Wendy seemed to be getting quite used to it, even enjoying it. A smile crossed her lips at this before she fell to sleep.
One morning, Wendy seemed to get a very usual surprise. Wendy's eyes suddenly flew open, as she felt an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.
At first, she just thought it hunger, but ignoring it only made her stomach rattle and groan in complaint. Had she eaten something rotten or bad?. Peter and the Indians could never do that?. But her thought where interrupted as she felt a hot and sickening feeling suddenly rise into her throat.
Clamping a hand tightly to her lips, Wendy hurriedly wriggled out of Peter's embrace, and literally flew off to the bathroom. Peter was then awakened by the sound of Wendy throwing up in the bathroom. Concerned for her, Peter dressed quickly and went in to find her. She sat on the ground, her face pail and her breath heavy. "Are you alright Wendy?" Peter asked, kneeling beside his wife in concern. Her only response was resting herself against him tiredly.
The day however, went on as normal, except for breakfast which Wendy's uneasy stomach would not allow to settle. Wendy was fine by later on, she ate little lunch, which the Indians looked on curiously. Again at dinner she did not eat much, and went to sleep with a half empty stomach. Again, the next day, Wendy awoke to the same uneasy feeling.
"Wendy, maybe we should take you see the Medicine woman" Peter said, as he watched Wendy throw up some more. "Maybe she can tell us what's the matter with you?". Wendy sat there like before, pail and out of breath, thinking over Peter's option. "I might know what it is" Wendy started. "But I want to make sure" she shot a weak smile to Peter, as he walked up to her and helped her to her feet.
All along the path to the Indian village, Wendy kept up her sickening stomach, and when they finally arrived, the girl collapsed to her knees and struggled for breath. "What is wrong with her?" asked the chief who had greeted them. "That's what we're here for, where is Feather?" asked Peter seriously. "This way" a voice suddenly interrupted them. With a nod, Peter took Wendy into his arms and followed the woman into her tent.
Wendy was then laid down and made comfortable. They were asked many questions and then there was silence. "Hmmm?. What about your time of the month Wendy?. Did you have that yet?" Feather suddenly asked, Peter looked up at the woman in confusion. "Um…" Wendy's face beginning to colour a bit. "I-I was suppose to have it three days ago" Wendy began. "But it never came". Feather nodded. "So, your throwing up every morning and you've missed your "time of the month", I see" Feather said, a small smile coming to her lips. "What's wrong with her?" asked Peter impatiently. "Nothing to fear, Pan and Wendy" she started with a smile. "This is good news to come for you, we've all expected this day!" she continued, confusing the young couple. "What, what is it?" Peter began to raise his voice.
Feather continued to smile. "Congratulations Pan and Wendy…." She began again. "You are to have your first child!. We are very proud!" Feather continued, now beaming. Wendy and Peter were shocked. "A baby?. We're going to have a baby?" Peter shouted. Wendy groaned, knowing that Peter would probably hate this. "Can you believe it, we're going to have our first child Wendy!" Peter's voice now booming with pride.
"You-your excited?" Wendy asked confused. Peter shook his head happily. "Why would I be mad!. This is the greatest news ever!" Peter said, hugging Wendy happily before shooting out of the tent to tell all the rest of the Island. "Wendy is with child!. We're having our first born!" Peter shouted as he flew across the Island. Beaming faces greeted him.
Once he returned back to the tent, Wendy looked as if she would drift to sleep. "When is it to be born?" asked Peter excitedly, but quiet so that he doesn't disturb Wendy. "She's about two months along" said Feather happily. "Your child will be born in another ten months!". Peter's face somewhat feel. "Ten months?" he said surprised. "I can wait, I'll help you through this Wendy" Peter whispered to his wife.
"She needs her rest Peter" Feather hushed him. "She can go back home tomorrow afternoon, she needs to be cared for, and her baby" said Feather.
They agreed Peter could stay there the night, by Wendy's side. The happy couple rested peacefully, happy now about the news of their soon to be first born.
After checking on the sleeping couple, Feather joined the chief at the middle of the village. He seemed to be staring up at the moon curiously. "You feel it too, don't you?" Feather asked silently. The chief didn't answer. "Chief Great Bear?" Feather asked concerned that the chief wasn't moving, or answering. "A great danger is coming" he answered. "But not for a while. We still must protect Mother, and child." He finished.
"Do you think Pan will be able to defeat this?" asked Feather sadly. "No, not alone. Pan is powerless" said the chief. Feather turned to him surprised and sadly. "What will we do then Chief Great Bear?" asked Feather sadly. "Only Pan fix this." He answered. "…..but need to go back to where all began!" the chief said sternly. Feather nodded her head in agreement. "Revenge is upon us". There, the two stayed. Watching the darkness cloud over Neverland for a while. It has been going on for a while. Something bad is to come. Revenge is too be sought.