Wendy pursues an agenda which proves harder than she expected.
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Author's Note: It has been suggested that the rating on this story should be changed to an R.....that may happen, but at this stage, its all in the suggestion nudge nudge....rather than explicit wink wink
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Wendy hummed to herself as she emptied the contents of her carpet bag. Her hair had dried and now floated around her shoulders as she swirled through the fragrant rooms of the cottage. Outside the sun was sliding towards evening, the dusk chorus of birds a constant background melody. Peter had returned not long after she'd started to put the cottage to right, his arrival greeted with a healthy appetite, the fruit he'd collected on the way over deposited on the table and rapidly consumed.
Wendy had been pleased to see that Peter had discarded his uncomfortably tight leaves for a more relaxed sleeveless shirt and breeches, his nicely muscled arms providing Wendy with ample entertainment as they ate their meal together. After tossing the remains of cores and rinds out of a convenient window, Wendy had sent Peter off to see about catching something for their supper. Peter still wore his slightly bemused, silly grin from their time in the pool, which, while endearing, was starting to grate slightly on Wendy's rather frustrated nerves. She also wanted some time to tidy up the house ready for her grand seduction later on that evening. So she sent Peter away, with instructions for him to return at sunset, whereupon Wendy would be more than ready to advance her plans to jump the delectable boy.
Peeping out one of the windows, she noted the sky starting to turn a fetching shade of pink, a forerunner to the glorious sunset to come. The house was as tidy as she could make it, the bed in the back room as enticingly arrayed as she could manage with her wispy drapery and colourful petals, as well as strategically placed scented candles. Now all she needed to do was change into her nightwear and await her erstwhile lovers to return.
Draping herself temptingly across a rough-hewn chair, she flicked her gleaming hair to lay enticingly across one shoulder, softly curling against her breast. Licking her lips and pouting prettily she relaxed back against the chair and took a some calming breaths.
After a few minutes, she shifted, the hard edge of the chair digging uncomfortably into her backside. Rearranging the fall of her nightdress, Wendy fixed a faint smile on her plump lips and waited again.
She must have dozed because the next moment the sound of something being slapped on the table in front of her jerked her awake, her nose wrinkling at the strong smell of fish now permeating the room.
"I brought supper, just like you asked."
Wendy stared down at the half-a-dozen silvery fish staring goggle-eyed up at her from the table top, their mouths hanging open in mute protest at the prospect of being eaten.
"Ugh! What on earth do you expect me to do with these?"
Wiping his wet hands down the sides of his trousers, Peter flopped into the other chair, his smile slipping slightly at her obvious disgust.
"Gut, scale and cook 'em...of course."
Wendy pushed herself back from the table to avoid any of the sea water currently oozing out of the fish making contact with her clothes.
"Ewwww, no way.....I couldn't, I don't......gut them? But I thought..."
Peter stared at her perplexed as she floundered, wringing her hands and stepping away from the table. At this point he noted that Wendy was wearing the fetching number she'd had on when he'd first seen her at the bedroom window. He stared appreciatively at the curves and shadowed hollows revealed as Wendy moved another step back, twitching her skirts away from the table edge. Not only did his eyes note Wendy's new attire, other parts of his body were sitting up and taking notice as well, his formerly loose breeches suddenly proving as tight as his leaves.
"Um....that's a very nice dress you're wearing Wendy....is that the same one..."
"Yes...it is...and I'm not going to ruin it by getting fish guts all over it....so you can take that smelly lot outside and do whatever it is you do to fish to make it edible....."
Flicking his eyes down to the limp bodies on the table, Peter suddenly got a speculative gleam in his eye, his lips tugging into a grin as he reached forward and snagged one of the smaller fish by the tail and, holding it up, waggled it back and forth as he slowly rose to his feet.
"It's not difficult Wendy....they're only little fish....I'll show you how to pull all the innards out and scrape the scales off." He wriggled the fish a bit more forcefully, drips splashing onto the table top, making Wendy back away another step. "Of course, you won't want to get your dress all smelly." Peter grinned slyly. "Maybe you ought to take it off..."
Wendy had been watching the wet fish waving back and forth, her eyes riveted to the movement. Now she snapped her attention up to Peter's face, seeing the look in his eyes and feeling her heart give a lurch.
"You wouldn't dare Peter Pan...you keep that smelly fish away from me....I'll scream!"
Easing himself out of his seat, Peter swung the fish in an arc and brought it down to slap into his other hand with a smacking sound, splashes of water spraying out over him and the table. Wendy held her hands out in front of her as if to ward him off, her eyes darting from the fish to his face.
"Don't be horrid Peter....it's nasty and smelly and...and..I will scream if you bring that thing any closer!"
"Scream away....I don't mind....." Peter replied, grinning widely as Wendy gaped at him. He didn't intend to do anything more than tease her, but the sight of her flushed face and heaving bosom was having a strange affect on him, his usual shyness around her taking a back seat to a rising desire to take control, to have fun and maybe get a little dirty again, enough to suggest another bath in the pool.
"Peter, if you get any of that smelly fish on this nightdress I'll..."
"You'll what...take it off? Well you'd better do something, because this fish is going to be getting a lot closer....a lot closer." He swung the fish around again and slapped it against his open hand, the sound making Wendy gasp as she recognized the wicked glint in his eye.
"You just would, wouldn't you!"
Peter only nodded and took another step forward. It was too much for Wendy, she spun on her heel and fled into the bedroom. Peter let out a whoop and gave chase, the fish now twirling above his head in a mad swirl of silver scales.
Wendy shrieked and hitched up her skirts, making a mad dash across the bed, petals scattering beneath her feet, to reach the large unglazed window on the other side of the room. As she clambered out, she looked over her shoulder to see Peter leap onto the bed, the fish still clutched in his fist. With a scream, Wendy jumped to the ground and took off, her hair and skirts streaming out behind her as she dashed through the swaying field of flowers.
Vaulting through the window, Peter kept up his pursuit, whooping and yelling, the fish still clutched in his fist but all but forgotten as he plunged into the glade of nodding blooms, his eyes firmly fixed on the sight of Wendy's long legs, skirts hitched up, bare to the thigh, her hair flying out behind her. Casting the fish away, he picked up his pace, dodging to match Wendy's erratic course, his feet eating up the distance until he was close enough to launch himself forward and tackle her to the ground in a flurry of limbs and nightgown. Peter had twisted in mid tackle and landed on his back, Wendy on top of him, both of them finding themselves breathless from the impact.
"You silly ass, let me go!" Wendy gasped, trying ineffectually to wrest Peter's arms from around her waist, her arms pinned to her sides with only her feet free to aid her escape.
She felt Peter shaking beneath her, his chest quaking against her back.
"Are you laughing?" Wendy squealed indignantly, tossing her head to get her hair out of her eyes. Suddenly Peter released his grip around her waist and Wendy was free. Rolling onto her side she lay there, panting from her run, her heart thundering. Peter lay on his back behind her, weakly laughing, also trying to catch his breath.
Suddenly remembering what had precipitated her headlong flight, Wendy scrabbled to push her hair out of her face. "Where's that damn fish?"
"Somewhere over there..." Peter waved his hand indicating off to the right. "Why....want to have a go at gutting it now?"
His laughter interspersed with gasps, Peter rolled onto his side, one long arm looping over Wendy's waist to pull her back against him. The sun was now behind the trees, golden light filtering through the leaves to bathe the glade in a soft glow. Above their heads the clouds were coloured in soft pinks and mauve, wafting across an apricot sky, the first stars starting to twinkle up high.
"You are perfectly horrid, Peter Pan. A gentleman wouldn't threaten a lady with a revolting fish let alone expect her to...to..gut it." Wendy tried to make her voice icy, but it only came out breathless and husky.
"You don't know how to gut a fish? I could show you....."
"I don't want to know how to gut a fish Peter....it's.....icky!"
"You like to eat fish, don't you?"
"Eat it yes....all the rest....ugh!"
Still laying in the sadly crushed flowers, the sun now fading, Wendy felt strangely at peace, her breathing slowing back to normal, her heart no longer pounding in her chest, Peter's warmth against her back. She felt him shift and his breath suddenly brushed hotly across her ear, sending a shiver down her back.
"This isn't getting our supper cooked...." Wendy said, feeling Peter's arm tighten around her waist.
"I'm not hungry anymore....wanna take another bath?"
Huffing to herself, Wendy contemplated how her plans had all been thrown to the four winds, her attempt to seduce Peter reduced to being chased with a smelly fish. Mind you, Wendy thought, the outcome was nearly the same. She was laying in a field of flowers with the object of her seduction nuzzling her neck, his arm tight around her waist. If he didn't have a faint aroma of fish about him, she'd almost be content to let his wandering hands carry on their quest if it wasn't for the fact she was starting to feel a little uncomfortable and still rather hungry.
With a sudden lurch, she pulled out of Peter's embrace and scrabbled to her feet, her hands attempting to straighten her nightdress and untangle her hair at the same time.
Peter looked up at her with an aggrieved expression, his grin fading to a frustrated pout. Taking pity on him, Wendy held out her hand to help him up.
"Let's get back to the house.....I'll get out of this and make a start on a fire..if you see to those fish?"
Peter regarded her closely for a minute before nodding his head, a grin appearing, his teeth gleaming in the fading light."Need a hand?"
They walked slowly back to the cottage, Peter's fingers finding hers before they had taken a few steps, Wendy returning his light squeeze with one of her own, studiously ignoring his naughty suggestion.
An hour later a fire burned brightly among the stones, two fish impaled on sticks leaning over the heat, the flesh dripping juice into the flames.
Wendy was licking her fingers after devouring a bowl of the tender meat, Peter still eating his, his face liberally smeared with fish juices. Their eyes met and the world narrowed down to just the two of them, then something popped in the fire and they both jerked back to the present, Wendy lowering her gaze, her long lashes fluttering, to the flames while Peter wiped his mouth and chin with the back of his hand. Beyond the reach of the firelight, the trees sighed in the faint breeze, the sound of insect faintly thrumming among the leaves while the bright stars sparkled overhead.
Wiping his fingers on his trousers, Peter reached for the remaining fish, dragging the lightly charred remains off the sticks and into two large banana leaves before deftly wrapping them up and putting them to one side. The two stakes were then consigned to the flames, the fish oil spitting and sending sparks high in the air.
"They'll do for breakfast, doncha think?"
"They'll be fine for breakfast Peter. Pass them here, I'll take them inside."
Dusting herself off, Wendy sighed as she got to her feet, turning from the fire after Peter handed her the wrapped fish. Her grand plans to seduce the boy were rapidly fading as weariness from the long day caused an unladylike yawn to nearly split her face. Behind her Peter poked at the fire but didn't add any more fuel, his face glowing from the heat, his hair glinting with reflected gold. With a final jab he rose to his feet and cast a glance up at the heavens, watching a shooting star riding the velvet blue until it disappeared behind the bulk of the looming volcano off to the west.
Inside the cottage he could see Wendy's shadow thrown by the candle lantern hanging in the front room. He felt unaccountably awkward, his emotions swinging from a burning desire to explore more fully what had happened in the pool, to an overwhelming desire to run for the hills and not look back.
As he dithered the decision was taken out of his hands when Wendy called to him.
"Oh Peter....are you coming inside?"
Swallowing hard, Peter squared his shoulders before purposefully marching the short distance to the doorway, his pulse quickening.
Inside Wendy had shelved the fish in the makeshift larder before preparing herself for bed. Her nightgown was lying crumpled in the corner of the bedroom where she'd flung it earlier on, to change into her more prosaic attire. Now she only had a more sensible lawn nighty to disport herself in. Ruefully she reflected that despite the less romantic style of the one, it would most probably outlast the other. She quickly divested herself of her trousers and shirt, twitching them with a curl of disgust to land on the heap growing in the corner. Tomorrow she'd have to wash the lot, either that or find another source of clothes. The cotton nighty was a little snug, being a year old at least, but it felt cool against her skin and she stretched, her fingers reaching for the rafters while her toes curled against the rough floor. She heard Peter enter the cottage, his scuffing feet barely audible. Relaxing her arms, she poked her head around the corner of the doorway and called again.
"I'm going to bed now Peter.....um....." Before she could finish Peter's head jerked up and a frown marred his forehead.
"Where am I going to sleep?"
"Where would you like to sleep?" Wendy asked coyly, coming to stand in the doorway, her arms behind her back, pushing her cotton covered bosom to the fore. Peter's eyes were instantly riveted to the sight, his tongue snaking out to wet his suddenly dry lips.
"Could I....er...um...maybe..." His voice squeaked again, "with...you?"
"Do you snore?"
The frown was back. "Snore...I don't...think so...I don't know...do you?!"
"Of course not, a lady never snores." Wendy retorted blithely. "Well if you keep me awake with your snoring, you'll find yourself sleeping on the floor." Turning her back on him, Wendy sashayed over to the bed and pulled the fur covers back. They had all had a fair beating, to remove the dust, grit and dead bugs that had accumulated, that afternoon and Wendy was pleased to feel how soft and warm they were. Peter had followed her into the room, his eyes darting everywhere but at Wendy, his hands suddenly finding themselves fidgeting with the vines on the walls, the thread hanging off his shirt button.
Wendy sat with her knees pulled up under the fur cover, her softly curling hair draped over her shoulders like a cape.
"Put the light out when you're ready Peter.....goodnight."
Falling back onto the pillows, Wendy turned on her side and appeared to fall instantly asleep.
"Oh...er....goodnight Wendy."
Feeling a little disappointed, Peter padded into the main room and blew out the lantern, leaving only the candles by the bed to illuminate his way back. Wendy appeared to be sound asleep, her back turned to him. Having nothing to change into, Peter took off his shirt and trousers as quietly as possible, ready to leap back into them if Wendy so much as twitched. Getting no reaction, he cautiously approached the bed, carefully pulling back the covers and sitting gingerly on the edge. Leaning over he snuffed the remaining candles, plunging the room into darkness. As his eyes became accustomed, starlight shone through the open window, gilding the room with silvery highlights.
Swallowing, Peter eased himself into the bed, his long legs sliding over the fur, a tingling sensation rippling through his nerves. Letting go a breath he hadn't known he was holding, he lay on his back and stared up at the ceiling, the furs pulled to his chest.
After several minutes of listening to Wendy's supposedly steady breathing, Peter started to relax, his fingers unclenching from their death grip on the bed cover, his toes uncurling as his legs relaxed. A breathy sigh from beside him made him tense up again, but as nothing else happened he carefully turned on his side to face Wendy's back.
His voice barely above a whisper, Peter addressed the dark silhouette beside him. "Wendy....are you asleep?"
In the darkness, Wendy couldn't stop the grin from painting her face. As she remained silent, she felt a tentative hand touch her shoulder, the fingers sliding over the thin cotton of her nightdress before giving her a little shake. "Wendy....I know you're playing possum..."
Sighing gustily, Wendy rolled over and resettled herself, now facing Peter. "What's the matter.....aren't you tired?"
"I was....I'm just...what happened in the pool?"
Wendy could almost feel the heat of his blush despite the distance between them.
"Don't you know?"
"Um....I know what happened, but is that what you were talking about when you said there was so much more to growing up?"
"Well, it's certainly a large part of it....haven't you felt different? Sort of curious to know why all the girls you know want to kiss you and touch you?"
"I guess...sometimes I feel....I don't know...that there's something I want...really, really badly."
"Has what happened in the pool happened before?"
Again, Peter's blush was almost incandescent. "Maybe...."
"Would you like it to happen again?"
Peter's reply was almost inaudible. "Yes."
Biting her lip to stop a giggle breaking free, Wendy reached out a hand and gently stroked Peter's cheek, feeling the heat from his blush hidden from her by the dark.
Emboldened by her touch, Peter leant forward and pressed his lips to hers. It was a butterfly kiss, their lips barely touching, their breaths mingling as they explored at their leisure, the dark heightening their other senses as they lay lip to lip.
Outside the love-nest, two figures silently crept up on the unsuspecting lovers. A faint glow from one illuminated the face of the other. Both reached the open window and sat with their backs to the wall.
"Are you sure they're in there Tinkerbell?"
A faint sound of bells greeted the Indian Princess's whispered question. Keeping her glow to a minimum, Tinkerbell peers over the edge of the sill, her glow turning red as she watched the two shapes in the bed meld into one. Tiger Lily joined her fairy accomplis and gasped as the starlight showed her the two necking in the bed. Pulling her dagger she held it briefly between the tips of her fingers before filling her lungs and letting fly a war whoop that could have shattered glass. At the same time she twisted and loosed the dagger so that it flew over the bed, narrowly missing Peter's head as he shot upright and burying itself deep in the wall, the blade thrumming with the vibration. Wendy screamed when a red lightning ball shot into the room and whacked her head, strands of her soft hair ripped out by an enraged ball of energy. Before either could react the attack was over and the red ball zipped out of the window in hot pursuit of the figure legging it into the trees.
Peter had leapt out of bed and promptly tangled himself in the bed cover, dragging it down with him as he met the floor with his face, knocking him out cold. Wendy screamed again and tried to stop the cover sliding off the bed, compounding the problem. Scuttling out of the bed and racing to the other room, Wendy shakily lit the lantern, her hair wild about her face, her scalp still smarting from whatever evil sprite had pulled her hair.
"Peter...what...who....Peter?"
Walking back into the bedroom, the lantern held high, Wendy nearly tripped over Peter's insensible body, the covers wound around his legs like a snake.
Kneeling down, Wendy placed the lantern by his head and gently shook his shoulder. Getting no response, she shook him again, but his head only lolled against the floor, dead to the world.
Getting to her feet she cautiously approached the window and peered out. The glade was silent once more, the trees dark and full of secrets. Shivering, Wendy turned away and her eyes fell on the knife stuck firmly in the wall above the bed. Gulping, she clambered onto the bed and tried to pull it free but it was stuck good.
Sitting back on her heels she surveyed the disaster of a bed, a tear welling in her eye as she sniffed.
She thought briefly of heaving Peter back onto the bed but he looked quite comfortably where he was and she didn't feel disposed to work up a sweat at this time of night. Still sniffing, she checked on him once more, making sure he was still breathing before crawling back onto the disheveled bed and curling herself into a ball, her face buried in the pillows.
Feeling very sorry for herself and just a little bit frightened, Wendy shut her eyes and dozed off, waking every few seconds to check the room before dozing off again. Eventually sleep won out and she relaxed, the candle lantern spluttering out just as the first hint of dawn crept above over the tree tops.
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Ah, the path of true lust....er love never runs smooth. smirk