Title: Asking To Be Panned
Author: squeezynz
Chapter: The Fifth - Surprise!
Rating: I don't know, you tell me!
Wendy plays dress-up, Peter gets to be heroic and Hook plots....something, but can't quite pull is off.
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Peter sat cross legged on a tree stump, happily munching on a piece of fruit while he waited for Wendy to appear. He was still glowing from the very thorough thimbling Wendy had bestowed on him for bringing one of the chests from his former hideout, its contents now covering every available surface inside the house.
As he sat in the sun, waiting for he knew-not-what, he thought about the nights events, his brow creasing in a scowl as he considered what revenge he'd take on his naughty fairy friend and her accomplis, the princess Tiger Lily. Tossing the rind of fruit over his shoulder, Peter drew his pan pipes out of his shirt and put them to his lips. He blew a sweet tune, his eyes closing as the melody grew, wafting over the flowers and winding through the branches of the trees around him.
He sat there, engrossed in his playing until the last note, his eyes remaining shut even when that note died on a breeze. A sharp sound made his eyes pop open to see Wendy standing in the doorway of the house applauding, her mouth stretched wide in a smile.
"Oh that was beautiful Peter, simply beautiful, I never knew you were such a musician."
"What's a musician?"
Wendy's clapping faltered. "It's someone who plays a musical instrument, in your case, very well."
Peter shrugged, tucking the pipes back inside his shirt. Looking up again, Peter's eyes widened as he took in what Wendy was wearing.
Seeing his appreciative gaze, Wendy stepped into the sunshine and twirled for his inspection.
"Was that in the trunk?" Peter asked, having taken no notice of what clothes he brought, only that there were clothes of some sort in the metal bound chest. Wendy giggled.
"Of course silly, I couldn't have fitted this in my old carpet bag."
She twirled again, the skirts swinging out and up to reveal her slim legs, bare toes dancing on the ground. "Do you like it?"
"It's very......nice."
Wendy stopped, frowning slightly as she inspected the garment for faults. She had chosen it because of its colour, the blue a shade darker than her eyes. It was no more practical for a life on an island than her almost ruined nighty, but this dress was a bit more substantial and slightly less revealing. "Only nice?"
"Well, I did say it was very nice.....I like the colour, reminds me of something..."
Wendy smiled again, not entirely pleased with his faint praise, but happy that he seemed to like it. "Remind's you of what?"
As she drew closer, she batted her lashes to garner his attention to her eyes. Peter winced slightly before scrambling to his feet as Wendy stepped up to him.
"Um....reminds me......of....."
"Yes?" Wendy purred, fixing her gaze on his own slightly panicky sea-green one, her tongue tip darting out to wet her lips, instantly drawing Peter's eyes to that tiny movement.
Peter had a sudden urge to flee, his breath heaving in his chest, his eyes not knowing where to look, darting between Wendy's moist lips, to her barely contained cleavage back to her wide blue eyes. Suddenly he knew the right answer.
"Your eyes, the colour reminds me of...your eyes." He announced triumphantly.
A breathy sigh was the welcome acknowledgement that he'd got the answer perfectly right.
"Oh Peter.......you do pay the most perfectly lovely complements."
Not giving him a chance to draw breath, Wendy wrapped her arms around his neck and dragged his mouth to hers, his initial hesitation melting in the heat of the embrace. His arms enfolded her against him as they locked lips, heart beats racing against each other, deafening them to anything outside the kiss.
Which is why they never noticed the small party of pirates, headed by the redoubtable Captain Hook, appear at the edge of the glade.
Hook couldn't believe his luck. There in front of him, if he wasn't mistaken, stood the object of his search clutching a young woman to him in a passionate embrace. Taking advantage of their situation, Hook signaled for his men to silently surround the couple. Sneaking up to within a few feet, Hook carefully drew his sword. Grinning he watched for a few seconds more before extending his arm and lightly tapping the young man on the shoulder.
"Ahem......!!" Hook coughed politely against the shiny curve of his hook, smiling smugly as the couple stopped their kiss, both head's turning to stare in horror at the blade now pointed at Peter's throat. The girl let go a muffled scream and clutched Peter even closer, her eyes wide, moist pink lips gaping in shock.
"Why Peter....how easy you made it for me. I expected to have to quarter the island looking for you, and here you are, hardly a stones throw from where we're berthed, having your wicked way with this delightful young lady. What would your Wendy say if she knew?"
"She'd say, aren't you supposed to be dead!" The young woman retorted tartly.
Hook stared at the girl, his eyes flicking over her face and body, his eyes widening as he suddenly recognized her.
"Wendy......Darling," He drawled, "As I live and breath....it is you." Hook chuckled, the sword point never wavering from Peter's throat. "And here I thought you were a well brought up young lady, but no, I remember, you wanted to be a pirate, didn't you? So, not so genteel after all....eh Red Handed Jill?" He leered again. "Enjoying pillaging, are you?"
Wendy glared at him, her eyes smouldering.
"You were swallowed by the crocodile, how can you be here?" Wendy asked.
"What does that matter.....I'm here, he's here," He pressed the point of his sword a bit harder against Peter's skin, causing the boy to tilt his head back to avoid being spitted on the blade. "And now you're here. The rest is just details. But enough chit-chat....be so kind as to release your grip on your lothario and step back."
Peter and Wendy locked gazes briefly, Wendy stepping away from Peter, her hand staying clasped in his, keeping them connected.
Hook rolled his eyes and clucked his tongue. "Come now....enough of this, step back and let the boy die like a.....er....boy!"
Wendy swung around to face the pirate Captain, her wide blue eyes instantly welling with tears. Clasping her hands to her ample bosom, she let her bottom lip quiver pathetically while a fat droplet rolled its way down her smooth cheek.
"Please, oh please don't kill him......I've been waiting years for Peter to finally come back to me and bring me to Neverland...we've only been here a day or so, and last night...well, never mind...but it's not fair....we haven't even...um....you know.....you can't kill Peter....you just can't!"
Hook appeared mesmerized by Wendy's tears, his stare fixed as another droplet snaked its way down her face and plopped onto the bodice of her dress leaving a round stain. Sensing a captive audience, Wendy decided to play the scene for all its worth. Clapping the back of her hand to her forehead, she tilted her head back and moaned piteously. "Oh please don't take him from me...." She swallowed audible. "I.....love him!"
Falling to her knees, her bosom heaving, she clasped the hem of Hook's coat with trembling fingers. Gazing up at him, she pulled out all the stops with her full lips quivering, droplets sparkling on her long lashes surrounding her tear drenched blue eyes, head thrown back to expose her pale throat.
It was too much for even the most hardhearted of the pirates. Hook's blade dropped, some of his crew sniffing appreciatively, one blowing noisily into a grubby hanky. With their attention all on Wendy, Peter took a careful step back, no longer threatened by Hook's blade. The rest of the pirates gathered around Hook and Wendy, several wiping tears from the corner of their eyes, overcome by her affecting performance, no longer watching Peter.
Unnoticed, the Pan rose silently into the air, above the drama being played out below, his lips curled in a rueful smile at Wendy's many distracting talents. There wasn't much time before the pirates noticed his absence, so Peter looked about for anything to use for a weapon. A faint chattering caught his attention and he put his fingers to his lips in an almost silent whistle. The chattering got louder as a troop of monkeys approached through the tree tops. Peter grinned as the monkeys leader approached him. After a quick, largely silent conversation between the two, the monkeys spread themselves among the trees above where the pirates and their Captain still stood watching Wendy weeping, still on her knees, piteously begging for Peter's life. At a signal from Peter the monkeys launched themselves at the pirates, leaping onto the mens heads and shoulders, screaming like banshees and pulling whatever they could find to grab onto, whether it be hair or whiskers or skin. While his allies distracted the pirates, Peter dove down to attack Hook. The glade erupted into a battle, the screams of the monkeys unnerving more than one of the pirates who took off into the trees with several brown furry bodies yanking his hair and pinching his flesh. Those that remained were milling in confusion, the monkeys leaping from body to body, scratching and biting, the pirates trying to swat the animals like furry mosquitoes with little success.
Hook still had his sword but a flying monkey knocked it from his grasp just as Peter flew down and kicked Hook's feet from under him. Wendy had scrambled away, her fingers finding and holding onto the hilt of the rapier as she watched pandemonium break out. Peter landed lightly on the ground between Wendy and Hook.
"Peter!" Wendy held out the sword which Peter took with a quick grin before his expression turned serious, the blade now pointed at Hook's chest as the battle quickly ended, the monkeys fleeing unscathed, unlike their victims, to the trees and safety.
"Tell your men to return to the ship!"
"Dang and blast it!" Hook snarled, his men advancing. Peter pressed the sword a little harder, the point slicing through Hook's shirt to expose his chest hair and a tiny bead of blood.
Gulping, Hook swung his head around and barked at his men. "Back, you useless bunch of swabs...back I say!"
As his men duly followed his orders, Peter indicated for Hook to move to the side. Wendy had risen to her feet and stood close behind Peter, her hands brushing the dust and twigs from her skirts. Hook watched her balefully.
"A very affecting performance, Miss Darling....a rival for Missus Seddon if ever I saw one. Had us all fooled."
Wendy dimpled and bobbed a curtsy in acknowledgment of his praise.
"Thank you Captain Hook.....I do my best, in trying circumstances."
Peter had Hook position himself with his hand behind him, his back against a tree. Peter pointed to one of the crewmen.
"You.....tie his hands, run the rope around the tree, and make it tight!"
Hook glared as the shaking sailor followed Peter's instructions to the letter. With Hook secured, Peter lowered his blade.
"We'll leave you now.....to think on the folly of trying to capture Peter Pan!" Throwing back his head, Peter crowed, the cry echoing around the glade. Hook winced and glowered, his lips twisted in a grimace as he tested the rope.
"I'll get you next time Pan....this island isn't big enough to hide you for long!"
"Good bye Captain....until we meet again." Cocking a salute, Peter turned to Wendy and grasped her hand, pulling her into his side. With a flick of his wrist, Peter slashed a quick figure over Hooks shirt front. Wendy gasped, then laughed. Peter had carved his initials in Hook's silk shirt, the edges gaping to expose Hook's pale skin beneath.
"Later Hook..." Peter launched himself and Wendy into the air, flying out of reach and out of sight of the pirates in a matter of moments.
Hook immediately screamed at his men to release him, the sailors rushing to be the first to free the irate Pirate Captain.
Shaking his freed fist at the sky, Hook bent and retrieved his sword from the grass. "I'll get you yet, Peter Pan....and your doxy with you...you can't hide from Captain Hook forever!!"
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Peter didn't fly that far from the glade, depositing himself and Wendy on the broad branch of a huge tree. As soon as they landed, Wendy threw her arms about Peter and hugged him.
"Oh you were wonderful Peter....so brave and strong and clever."
Peter preened, a smug smile painting his lips as he basked in Wendy's adoration. "I was rather good, wasn't I?"
"You were magnificent." Wendy sighed and burrowed into his shirt.
"You did pretty well yourself..." Peter returned the compliment, his arms wrapped happily around his Wendy. "That was some performance, with tears and everything."
Wendy blushed and simpered. "It always worked on Father, so I thought it might just work on the pirates too...I was right." She giggled.
They stood clasped to one another in bliss, hearts still racing from their close call.
"Peter? Where has Hook come from? I'm sure you said he'd been dead all this time."
"I don't know....he was dead....as dead as being eaten by a crocodile can make you. I'll have to ask aro und, see if anyone knows something."
"Hmmmmm....Peter?...Hook knows where the cabin is....we'll have to find somewhere else to live....and my clothes!"
"No problem.......I have a dozen secret hideouts scattered around the island." Peter bragged. "As soon as the pirates have gone back to their ship, we'll go back and pack what we can and find a new home."
"Oh.....good." Wendy snuggled for a moment longer before lifting her head. "I think you deserve a thimble for being my hero."
Peter grinned down as her smiling face.
"I was hoping you'd say that."
As the party of defeated pirates made their way back to the Jolly Roger, Peter and Wendy clasped each other in their arms and thimbled one another thoroughly until they were both breathless and very, very pink.
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(ahah.....not the end yet........unless you've had enough of all this silliness, of course?)