Title: Asking To Be Panned
Author: Squeezynz
Chapter: Ten - There's never a loofah when you need one.
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Wendy lay back with her chin raised, her head resting against the rocky ledge of the steaming hot pool, a strong smell of sulphur tickling her pert little nose and making it wrinkle. She was submerged up to her ample chest, the water murky enough to conceal her charms from anyone imprudent enough to take a peek. Swishing her delicately slender fingers back and forth in the warm water, she sighed for the hundredth time, her eyes half closed as she wallowed drowsily amid the rising steam.
"This is simply heavenly Peter. What a wonderful idea of yours to come here and soak away our aches and pains. You really are rather clever."
Across the small rocky pool a pair of smouldering green eyes returned her ardent gaze, their owner luxuriating in the warm water with her, his blond hair free of its coating of mud and no longer sticking straight up.
"I thought you might like it...it's one of my favourite places to come to. I figured after the rotten day we'd had, a little relaxation wouldn't go amiss." Keeping his movement slight so as not to cause the water to ripple too much, Peter glided across the pool until he reached Wendy, his hands resting on either side of her shoulders, his nose practically touching hers. "Wendy?" He whispered, "Are you going to sleep?"
"I thought I was tired, but suddenly I don't feel tired at all." Looping her arms about Peter's shoulders, Wendy gazed adoringly at him, her seductively full lips parting in expectation of his kiss. Feeling his heart start to race, Peter closed the distance between them and fused his lips with hers. For several pleasurable minutes they explored each other with tender kisses and gentle fingers, the steam rising in clouds around them and affording some privacy from curious eyes.
A discreet cough had to sound itself several times before the lovers realised that their steamy canoodling was being observed. Doing no more than was necessary, they both turned their heads so they remained cheek to cheek, still clasped in each others arms. Beside the pool, shuffling her feet, stood a repentant fairy, her wings drooping as she scuffed her toe in the dirt.
"I'm sorry Peter." Tink chimed, unable to lift her head for the weight of guilt weighing it down.
"And?" Peter asked, extricating himself from Wendy's remarkably tenacious grip and drifting over to the side of the pool. Tink glanced up, her wings lifting as little as he came closer.
"I'm sorry I told Hook where you were."
"And?" Peter scowled and her and nodded his head in Wendy's direction. Tink scowled briefly before sighing resignedly.
"I'm sorry Wendy."
"That's better. We forgive you Tink..." Peter started to say only to have Wendy erupt, spluttering her indignation.
"Hang on a minute Peter, I never said..." But Peter had already returned to her and placed his hand over her mouth to stop her saying anything more.
"Tink know's what she did was bad...don't you Tink?" He glanced over his shoulder to see Tink bobbing her head and smiling her agreement. Turning back to face Wendy he ignored her fulminating eyes and continued. "And she won't ever, ever do anything bad like that again, will you Tink?" Another glance confirmed the now grinning fairy once more bobbing her head up and down enthusiastically. Peter lifted his hand from Wendy's mouth but she didn't speak again, her spurt of temper leaving her as quickly as it had come. It was ridiculous for her to be jealous of a tiny fairy, after all.
Peter smiled his gratitude. "Alrighty then...everything is back the way it should be. Hook has been vanquished again, as he always is and won't be bothering us for a little while, or at least until he gets up the gumption to go looking for us," he glared at Tink, "Without help this time." Tink looked abashed but still managed a cheeky grin at Wendy when Peter turned away from her and couldn't see it. Peter continued, lifting his fingers to count them off as he spoke. "Hook is defeated, Tink if forgiven..."
"And Wendy?" Wendy asked, her eyelashes dancing against her cheeks as she batted them shamelessly.
"Wendy gets to stay in Neverland forever and live happily ever after with me!" Pointing his thumb at himself, Peter smiled smugly and winked.
"Oh I do, do I? Have I no say in what I do or where I live?"
For a few seconds a look of sheer panic contorted Peter's handsome face, his eyes full of dread. "You don't want to live here?" He asked, the bottom dropping out of his world with a thump.
Unable to bear the look of blatant misery on her lovers face, Wendy relented and plastered herself all over him, giving him a smacking kiss that made Tink make miming motions with her hands and body of someone throwing up beside the pool.
"Of course I want to live with you here, forever and ever, silly boy. You don't imagine that I'd be allowed to do all the naughty things I do with you if I went back to stuffy old London. Good grief my parents would have a fit and go off in it! No, I'm quite content to stay here, as long as we can find a nice place to live that is not too close to the Indians and far enough away from the pirates to give us plenty of privacy." Scooping a handful of water, she sent it flying so that it landed on top of Tink, soaking her completely. Peter didn't notice, his attention all on the feel of Wendy rubbing herself quite improperly up and down his body, his heart starting to hammer like a drum as his blood started to heat.
Swallowing on a dry throat, Peter croaked. "I think I can manage to find somewhere suitable."
"I thought you would. Now if Tink will just toddle off somewhere..."
"Go away Tink," Peter growled, flapping his hand at her to make her fly away. Unable to do anything about it, Tink swallowed her anger and shot up into the air, scorching her way through the foliage and leaving the pool to it's besotted occupants.
"Just us...all alone again." Wendy sighed, looping her arms over Peter's shoulders, his hands once more delightfully busy about her lush attributes.
Once more the jungle reverberated with the sounds of young love, the pool awash with throaty groans and trembling cries and the sloshing of a lot of water over the rim of the hot pool. The sun rising over the horizon blushed prettily as it shone down on Neverland, the birds in the trees trilling their welcoming chorus with renewed enthusiasm and vigor. All over the island life continued its well established course. The Indian's danced and hunted, fished and harvested, the air about their tepees redolent with the smell of cooking and smoke. In the mermaid lagoon the Jolly Roger welcomed back it's redoubtable crew, its Captain in as foul a temper as he'd ever been seen to have in a long time, the crew careful to go about their business with alacrity in the fervent hope he paid them no attention at all. In the forests deep and dark, the fairies flittered and flapped, dancing their fairy dances and chiming their fairy chimes, content to go about their fairy business until such time as Peter Pan called on them again.
If Wendy ever regretted leaving London behind her, she never mentioned it in the many years that followed. Her adventures with Peter being many and varied, always exciting, Neverland providing a never ending supply of fascinating places to explore and make use of in their own unique way as only lusty young lovers can.
And if Peter Pan ever regretted flying to Wendy's window that fateful night, he never let anyone know, his new found interest in the pleasures of the flesh not waning one iota, his lust for life and loving only increasing as the love for his Wendy deepened, the two of them as fixed upon the other as barnacles to a boulder.
But now we leave our happy pair, their love assured, their life idyllic (if you ignore the pesky pirates and a persistent Princess)and wish them well as they romp around Neverland in a permanent state of connubial bliss, a shining example of a fairy tale ending.
In this, as in all good stories, they lived happily, and very lustily, ever after.
Finis.