Author's Note: Pure, unadulterated fluff and nonsense. Hopefully still amusing, with naughty stuff thrown in for good measure and a little light relief.
Oh, and thank you to all who reviewed the first chapter. Apologies for the long drought, I got kidnapped by another fandom. Now on with the fun.
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"Ewwwwwwww!"
Wrinkling her pretty nose, Wendy clutched at the hanging vines as she perched precariously on one of the rickety beds. Peter looked up incuriously before returning to his meal of fruit and some unidentifiable bird carcass.
"What's the matter now?"
"Don't talk with your mouth full...and I saw a mouse run into that corner."
Peter only shrugged and stuffed another strip of meat into his mouth. Since they'd arrived at his old hideout, Wendy had done nothing but squeal and wrinkle her nose at the dusty furniture and dirty floor, fastidiously picking her way through the discarded bones and fruit rinds scattered everywhere.
"For heavens sake Peter....don't you ever clean up?"
"Don't have a mother."
"Well that is patently obvious." Wendy retorted, gingerly returning her bare feet to the dirt floor, her eyes fixed on the corner where the offending rodent had retreated. "Why don't you clean it up yourself?"
"Need a mother.....now I have one." Peter grinned cheekily up at Wendy before returning to his food.
"Well if you think......oh you are hopeless....you don't even have a broom!"
Brushing off a corner of one of the wooden chairs she sat down and surveyed the long table at which Peter sat. Her fond hopes of playing house with Peter was rapidly turning into a less than desirable prospect. The old tree appeared to be falling down around his admittedly adorable ears, large holes in the walls where the bark had rotted and long hanging roots starting to create a thick curtain which brushed their heads, making Wendy shiver with dread, thinking them spider webs.
"Well I can't live here........it's really too revolting."
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Peter paused to look around the room, trying to see it through her eyes. Shrugging he dismissed her appraisal. "I've lived in worse."
"Maybe you have Peter Pan....but I haven't....I insist you find somewhere else for us to live."
Folding her arms across her chest, she lifted her delicately rounded chin and adopted a martyred air. Peter sighed gustily and threw the fruit he'd started to peel onto his plate.
He briefly considered just taking Wendy home, but the idea was as quickly discarded as considered. Sighing again he rose to his feet, tugging ineffectually at his foreshortened leaves as he did so.
"Come one then.......I'll show you what's available and you choose."
"Splendid." Jumping up, Wendy bounced and clapped her hands, causing Peter's eyes to nearly pop out of his head as parts of Wendy's anatomy rearranged themselves under her shirt causing him to feel a tightness in his chest and a ringing in his ears. Covering his eyes, he stumbled away from the table towards the sloping access to the outside.
"Peter...why do you keep covering your eyes?" Wendy's voice wafted coyly from behind him as he stubbed his toe on a discarded bowl.
"All the better not to see you with......ouch!"
Dropping his hand, he hopped on one grubby foot, rubbing the other as it smarted. Wendy watched his antics for a moment before approaching him, her hips swinging.
"Let me see Peter....." Reaching out a hand, she laid it on his bare back, Peter reacting by yelping even louder as if stung and falling over with a crash into a stack of discarded water calabash. Wendy giggled as he floundered, eventually clambering to his feet, blushing with embarrassment.
"Don't laugh at me!" He scowled fiercely at her, his expression causing her further mirth until the chamber rang with her peals of laughter, Wendy clutching her middle, tears springing helplessly to her eyes.
Scowling horribly, Peter stamped his foot, raising a small cloud of dust, his body vibrating with impotent anger. "Shut up!"
Calming herself, Wendy hiccuped and wiped her eyes, blinking furiously to clear the tears still clouding her vision. Peter stared hard at her.
"Why do you keep doing that....is there something stuck in your eye?"
"What do you mean?"
"That flapping thing you do with your eyelashes....its distracting."
Sticking out her tongue, Wendy flounced past Peter and made her way out of the old tree. Satisfied that he'd won the upper hand, Peter followed, finding the rear view of Wendy almost as attractive as the front.
Outside the dappled floor of the forest was cool and green, birds tweeting noisily in the trees. Wendy stood for a moment with her hands clasped together under her chin, her eyes closed, drinking in the soothing sounds of the forest. Behind her Peter emerged and promptly burped, the sound reverberating around the glade, the birds shocked into silence.
Sighing, Wendy lowered her hands and turned to regard him.
Peter was also staring up at the trees, one hand idly scratching at his belly as he stretched his other arm above his head. Wendy watched with interest, Peter seeming to have forgotten her in his quest for manly comfort. Placing her hands on her hips, she waited, and waited, and waited. Finally Peter finished his routine of scratching and turned his head, seeing Wendy as if for the first time.
"What?"
"Oh....finished are we? Can we go now?"
Grumbling to himself, Peter rolled his eyes and held out his hand. Wendy wound her fingers between his and they flew into the air, the old tree quickly swallowed up by the jungle canopy.
After only a short flight, Peter landed them on the shores of a pond, sunlight glittering off the surface like shards of glass. Wendy looked about with interest, noting the flowers carpeting the ground and the butterflies feasting on their nectar.
"Oh Peter....this is lovely.....why didn't you bring me here first?"
"Because I was starving of course......there's no food here....at least, not yet...."
"Here?"
"You wanted somewhere else to live.....this is it."
Helplessly, Wendy stared around at the flowers and pond, seeing nothing but vegetation and water. "What am I supposed to see?...There's nothing here!"
Grabbing her hand, Peter tugged her over towards a stand of what Wendy took to be young saplings. As they got nearer she noticed several odd things, her azure blue eyes opening wider as she perceived a house hidden among the branches. Dropping her hand, Peter took the dagger from his belt and cut several vines growing across the front of the odd dwelling. With them gone, it was like a curtain had been pulled and the house was suddenly revealed. Wendy squealed, clapping her hands again as Peter stepped back to allow her to get closer. She saw a door and pulled on the rope handle. It swung open and she walked inside, finding herself inside a charming little cottage, the walls and roof threaded through with more vines that sprouted sweetly scented flowers in a rainbow of colours, each more brilliant than the last.
Peter had followed her in, a smug expression on his face.
"Oh yes!" Wendy gushed."....now this is so much nicer....don't you think?"
Flipping her hair behind her shoulder, Wendy swung round to face Peter, her lips stretched in a wide smile, a glow lighting her eyes. Peter only shrugged nonchalantly, as if producing habitable cottages out of thin air was what he did everyday.
"Do you like it? If you don't, there is this cave.........." He broke off when Wendy launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting her plump lips on his for a thorough thimbling. Coming up for air Peter found himself scant inches from Wendy, her curves molding to him in a way that left him all hot and bothered, a flush creeping up his neck as his body responded in its embarrassing way again. His hard pressed leaves were straining to contain his reaction to having an armful of softly rounded Wendy and he feared that he'd burst right out of his leaves if he didn't find someway to combat the effect she had on him.
Wendy wasn't entirely oblivious to the conflict raging within her less-than-eager lover, her forget-me-not blue eyes narrowing as she watched his emotions chase themselves across his features. She correctly deducted that Peter both wanted and desired her, but was afraid to give into his urges, despite his body's very willing response. With a quick peck to his soon-to-be-manly chin, she released the poor boy and turned around, giving Peter a chance to calm his hectic pulse, his hands running nervously through his already tousled hair while he blew out a breath to still his hammering heart. Wendy peeked at him over her shoulder, glad to see that he hadn't run away.
"Why don't you go and see if there is something to eat out there Peter....as you said, there's nothing here, and I need to take care of a couple of...er....personal things." She waved her hand airily as she inspected the room they were in. "If you could bring me my bag, is there somewhere to sleep in here?"
Clearing his throat, Peter indicated the door leading into a back room. "I'll....er....be back....er....soon..." Without waiting for a reply, he took off at a run out of the hut and shot into the air, the cool rush of wind helping to shed some of the heat pulsing through his body.
Wendy stood in the middle of the room tapping one perfectly manicured fingernail against her pearly white teeth. Obviously it was going to take all her feminine wiles to overcome Peter's skittish reaction to her unmistakable signals. "Ah well, I've always loved a challenge."
Humming, she decided to inspect her new home, delighting in the flowers that perfumed the air, butterflies bobbing from bloom to bloom, the birds serenading her with song as she plotted the seduction of Peter Pan.
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When Peter returned to his old tree, he found a rather irate fairy buzzing angrily about his head, her hands pulling and tweaking his hair and ears, her tinkling voice berating him as he gathered together bits and pieces, stuffing them into Wendy's valise.
"For heaven's sake Tink.....quit yelling...I'm not deaf!"
Tink let go a long tirade, until Peter dropped the bag and clapped his hands over his ears.
"I'm not demented either.....what do you have against Wendy anyway?"
Tink turned a bright red, her wings positively crackling as she flitted about his head, sparks flying from her mouth as she hovered near the end of his nose, her tiny hands on her hips.
"Aw, quit it Tink.....she's here now, and calling her all the names under the sun won't change that. You really are not very polite are you."
Infuriated, Tink kicked his nose, making Peter yelp and clap a hand over his face as Tink darted to the top of his head and yanked a handful of hair.
"Ow...that hurt....what's got into you? I'm not a silly ass...you knew I was going to get her....you could have come too..." Peter ducked from a fairy dive bomb as Tinkerbell shot over his head, her wings creating a downdraft that ruffled his hair. In fairy dust, Tink drew a pair of long ears and a tail on Peter before she brayed like a donkey next to his ear making him flinch.
Peter scowled at his infuriated friend, batting the fairy dust away and gathering up the items at his feet, his fingers gripping the valise as he prepared to leave his old hideout.
"You can swear all you want....Wendy is here now...and I think...I think she's going to stay this time."
As if he'd said the hated words, I don't believe in fairies, Tinkerbell froze, suspended in the air like a miniature sunburst, her tiny face slack with shock. Peter cast her a worried glance before tightening his grip on the bag and marching towards the way out. Coming out of her state of shock, Tink flew after him, her voice still berating him as they left the tree and Peter lifted into the air, Tink flying beside him.
"She's really not that bad, Tink....once you get to know her..." Peter said dreamily, his body reminding him how it felt to hold Wendy in his arms. Tink saw his eyes glaze over and flew over to his ear and gave it a savage tweak. Peter yelped and dropped several feet, his free hand coming up to rub the offended ear, casting Tink an aggrieved look.
"I don't think you should come with me Tink....not until you learn to be more polite...."
Veering off, Peter put on a burst of speed that left Tinkerbell far behind, the fairy slowing her flight until she stopped altogether, watching Peter disappear over the tree tops, her tiny body filled with rage at the thought of that great ugly, lumping girl having anything to do with her Pan. It was enough to make the tiny fairy want to do something really, really wicked.
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Wendy was singing to herself as she splashed about in the pond, the water around her covered in a fine froth, the scent of her favourite perfume rising with each burst of a soapy bubble. She hadn't been entirely fibbing when she'd sent Peter away with the excuse of things to do. She'd been dying to answer the call of nature and afterwards wanted to wash off the dirt of the underground hideout. The pool had beckoned and she congratulated herself on slipping the bar of soap into her trouser pocket. Now she lathered up her arms and across her shoulders, paying particular attention to her creamy skin, as alabaster white as the rest of her, a nice contrast with her rosepetal lips and forget-me-not eyes. Her hair floated around her, darker than its usual honey-gold tinged with sunlight, its curls temporarily straightened.
"We have to drink from that!"
Peter's voice made Wendy jump, her hands automatically coming up to cross over her chest and rest on her shoulders. Twisting around, she saw Peter crouching next to the rock that she'd put her shirt and trousers on, his hand dipping into the water to scoop up a handful of soapy bubbles, his nose twitching.
"You've made the water all mucky....what is this stuff?"
Keeping herself submerged up to her shoulders, Wendy made her way towards the shore, froth clinging to the ends of her hair, catching the sunlight with rainbow hues.
"The water is lovely Peter....and you could benefit from a few of these soap bubbles yourself."
"What are you saying....that I smell?"
Wendy smiled at Peter's indignant tone. She actually rather liked Peter's smell, a combination of sea air, wet earth and something uniquely Neverland, but she wasn't about to waste an opportunity to get the boy wet.
"When did you last take a bath Peter? I'm sure it must have been simply ages ago, its not as if the water will hurt you...."
"I didn't say it would..." Peter sniffed the bubbles, recognizing the scent. "I went for a swim....er...a couple of days ago..."
"Oh well, if that's what you call a bath, no wonder...."
"What do you mean?"
"Soap and water?.....Getting clean?"
"Don't need soap.....don't need to be clean..."
"No, well......I guess you won't mind living in that dirty old underground mess then....I can't have dirty people living in my beautiful house, can I?"
Peter watched as Wendy turned her back on him, swimming back across the pool to where she'd left her soap. On one hand he was pleased that she thought the house he'd presented her with was beautiful, but on the other he wasn't at all sure about this bathing business. Cautiously he lifted one arm and tilted his head to sniff himself, his nose wrinkling when he detected the unmistakably manly odour of several days sweat. His feet looked a bit black and grubby too, as did his hands, and as for his fingernails!!
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to get a bit clean. I suppose you'll want me to take my leaves off and wash those as well?"
Keeping her head turned away from him, Wendy airily waved her hand. "Well it would be a shame to put dirty leaves back on when you go to all the trouble of getting clean...don't you think?" She rubbed the bar of soap up and down her arm leisurely, resuming her tuneful humming. Peter kept one eye on Wendy while he divested himself of his increasingly tight leaves, almost relieved to leave them in a heap on the ground and slip into the tepid water of the pool. Sinking below the water, he swam a little way before surfacing, shaking his head to get rid of the excess water before reaching up to smooth it back from his face. Wendy had studiously ignored him, her hair now lathered up and piled haphazardly on the top of her head, the soap keeping it in place. Peter laughed out loud and swam over to poke at the pile of hair and soap-suds.
Keeping her back to him, Wendy held the bar of soap on her upturned palm and waited for him to take it. Peter went to grab the soap which promptly slipped through his fingers and sailed through the air. He dived to catch it only to have it shoot out of his fumbling fingers and slither into the water, heading for the deep. Horrified, he dived under the water and managed to grasp the slippery bar, spluttering to the surface holding it above his head triumphantly.
"It works better when you put it on your skin..." Wendy drawled, looking at Peter over her shoulder.
"It's slippery..."
"It's soap....feel free, I have half a dozen more in my bag."
Careful not to let it slip out of his fingers, Peter cautiously rubbed at the soap, getting familiar with the texture and the knack of holding it without losing it. Gaining confidence he slithered it up his arm, amazed to see the expanse of shiny, clean skin that appeared behind each sweep of silky bubbles.
"Hey....this is fun!"
"Isn't it..." Wendy purred, leaving the bemused Pan to explore the delights of bathing while she attended to her hair, rinsing it thoroughly and draping it elegantly over one shoulder.
The pond surface quickly became thick with soap bubbles, the water murky with the residue as Peter lathered himself all over, lifting his feet out of the water to soap them, amazed when his skin changed colour from black to pink and gold.
Wendy kept her distance, not wanting to frighten Peter off too soon, her plans to make bathing a regular pastime dependant on Peter enjoying his first experience with the ritual. While he thrashed and splashed, she swam a little ways off, keeping her back to him most of the time, as if uninterested in his antics, always keeping half an eye on him to enjoy the view of lanky limbs and acres of tanned skin that appeared and disappeared as Peter bathed.
In the trees around the glade she heard the chatter of birds and monkeys, the small primates swinging nimbly from branch to branch, calling to each other as they traversed the forest. Wendy trod water and watched the small troop descend to the ground, wading through the carpet of flowers, plucking them and stuffing the bright blooms into their mouths as quickly as they could pick them. Wendy laughed, drawing their attention, the whole troop freezing for a few seconds before resuming their feast of flowers. Peter ignored the animals, his head, face and shoulders liberally coated in a white, frothy foam. He was sitting in the water near the edge of the pond, the soap now much reduced in size, laying on a large rock. As Peter scrubbed at his face, his eyes screwed shut, Wendy silently swam over, her eyes traveling the length of his torso to where the water lapped around his waistline. Peter was grinning, his fingers threading through his hair, making it stick up in all directions like a porcupine, his eyes still tightly closed against the sting of the soap.
"Hey Wendy, look!! I'm a hedgehog!"
Wendy grinned at him and scooped a handful of water up and over his head. "You look all spiky!"
Hearing Wendy's voice so close, Peter scooted forward into the water and ducked under, the soap forming a wide ring where he disappeared. Within seconds he surfaced again, the soap gone from his face, his hair once more flat against his head, but now shiny and clean. He blinked rapidly as Wendy swam closer, only her head visible.
"Um....er...I don't think you should come any closer."
"Oh? Why not?" Wendy asked, pausing in her approach as a blush stole up Peter's chest and coloured his face crimson.
"Be-ca-ause I'm...er...you're not....um....we're not wearing any clothes." Peter squeaked, his heart starting to pound.
"But the water is all soapy....you can't see anything anyway...can you?"
"Er....no....I guess not."
"So it doesn't matter if we're not wearing any clothes, does it?"
Swallowing hard, Peter nodded slightly, his eyes riveted on the water lapping at Wendy's milky shoulders, the rest of her hidden from view below the surface.
Wendy came closer and circled him, her eyes sweeping over him, Peter's head twisting to keep her in sight, his breath hitching.
"Can I touch you Peter? You look quite different now all that dirt is gone...quite handsome in fact."
"I do?....I mean, I am?"
"Oh yes.....you're skin looks so....nice. Do I look nice, Peter?"
Swallowing again, Peter nodded his head, blushing still.
Wendy had been slowly moving forward, while Peter had been back peddling until they now floated in the deepest part of the pond, Wendy standing on tip-toes, while Peter stood flat-footed, his eyes staring warily at her as she placed her hands on his shoulders, smoothing her fingers over his dips and hollows, her nails trailing over his skin.
She could feel how tense he was, her fingers lightly brushing upwards, stroking his neck, Peter's eyes flicking between keeping track of her hand and concentrating on her face, now scant inches from his own.
"You could touch me too, Peter....if you want to?"
As if in a dream, Peter raised his hand and gingerly touched Wendy's shoulder, his eyes following his fingers as they brushed along her collar bone, exploring the feel of her softness, enthralled at the texture of her skin. He felt heat starting to pool in his stomach, faint tremors snaking down his nerves as Wendy smoothed her hand behind his neck, burrowing her digits into the hair curling against his nape.
Completely mesmerized by his hand wandering over Wendy's upper arms and shoulders, Peter almost jumped when he felt something warm and soft press against his chest seconds before Wendy pressed herself fully against the length of him, her body still hidden by the milky water.
Unwilling to let her hesitant lover back away, Wendy tightened her arms around his neck, her lips curving into a smug smile as Peter's eyes slammed shut and his mouth opened in a sharp gasp, his body reacting to the feel of warm, wet Wendy pressed against him.
Purring to herself, Wendy wriggled herself against him more firmly, eliciting a groan as Peter's eyes flew open, his arms slowly encircling her shoulders, keeping her against him. Smiling at his bemused expression, Wendy squirmed some more, loving the feel of the water swirling around them, the heat from Peter's body washing over her, his hard planes fitting her soft curves perfectly. She lifted herself slightly, another throaty groan from Peter her reward as she rubbed against him, Wendy placed her lips against his ear.
"Do you like this Peter?"
Unable to articulate the sensations coursing through his brain and body, Peter could only manage a grunt and a faint nod as his arms tightened around her his eyes sliding shut as she writhed again.
"I'll take that as a yes." Wendy whispered.
Peter felt on fire, his every nerve ending throbbing with sensation. He had enjoyed it when Wendy thimbled him, he'd found it very pleasant to hold Wendy in his arms with all their clothes on, but nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of warm, wet, naked Wendy pressed against him, her hot breath brushing his ear, her heart beating against his, her skin sliding over his in the water. He felt as if he'd spontaneously combust if she kept on moving the way she was.
Once more, Wendy moved against him, her soft flesh pressing against his hardness, the delicious friction causing a spike of almost unbearable heat to flood his groin, his body convulsing as he shuddered uncontrollably, the delicious tightness melting away as he panted against Wendy's neck.
"Oh my goodness!" Wendy's eyes opened wide as she felt the heat emanating from Peter, his body jerking against her causing ripples in the water, his muscles relaxing from the tautness before, his head heavy against her shoulder as he panted shallowly. "Oh my...goodness!!"
After a few moments, Peter raised his head and smiled goofily, lips stretched wide, eyes dilated and dreamy, his body completely relaxed.
"Wow....that was fun. Does that happen every time you take a bath?"
Wendy giggled, snorting inelegantly as Peter regarded her with his silly grin plastered across his face. "No...I think I can honestly say that has never happened before when I've taken a bath. Was it nice?"
Peter nodded happily, floating bonelessly, his arms tightening around her as she made to let go. "Can we do that again?"
Shoving a little harder, Wendy disentangled herself from Peter and swam away from him, her expression wry. Peter, freed from her support, sank beneath the water for a few seconds before surfacing, his grin still in place, a twinkle in his eye.
"I'm sure we can do that again....but not now. I'm turning into a prune and I'm hungry." Turning her back on her adorably confused lover, Wendy swam to the edge of the pool and paused before climbing out. "Turn your back Peter....please."
Pouting, Peter slowly turned away, confused at the mixed signals he was having a hard time interpreting. He felt that he'd just shared something wonderful and intimate with Wendy, but now she didn't want him to see her body, and Peter really, really wanted to see what had been pressed to enticingly against him such a short time before.
"Don't you turn around now....." Wendy admonished, the sound of splashing and dripping water tempting Peter to peek, his head turning slightly before Wendy spoke again. "Don't you dare Peter Pan, or what just happened won't be happening again...ever!"
Grinning, Peter faced away, his body pleasantly languid. He wasn't about to jeopardize the chance of whatever it was that they just did, happening again.
Wendy wrestled her way into her clothes, her damp skin sticking to the cotton of her trousers. She smiled to herself, congratulating herself on introducing Peter to some the pleasures to be had between a boy and a girl. That it had been entirely one sided didn't bother her unduly. She had only whetted his appetite. The next time he'd be more than willing to do whatever she wanted, anything her little heart desired if only to repeat the intensity of his experience in the forest pool. Humming to herself, Wendy tripped through the flowers, her squeaky clean, wet hair swinging against her back, her thoughts all on the night to come.
Behind her, Peter swam slowly to the side of the pool, his body still singing. He rested his elbows on the rock and contemplated what had just happened. If just the feel of her against him could do that, what would seeing all of her and feeling her be like? Catching sight of his discarded leaves, he scowled at the prospect of tugging them on over his heated skin. He needed something else to wear.
Uncaring of his naked state, he hoisted himself out of the pool and stood for a few seconds, shaking his head like a dog to shed excess water before leaping into the air and zipping away over the tree tops. There were clothes in one of the chests in the old tree, he was sure to find something to fit. Feeling a bubble of energy rise up within him, Peter twirled and twisted in the air, a shout of pure joy escaping his lips as he sped towards his old hideout.
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(Phew...okay, promise not to be so tardy with the next chapter.Thanks again for all the encouraging feedback.)