The Porcelain Girl- A Neverland Story
Written by Alia Davis
Chapter Five - A Flower of a Different Kind
Alone.
With Peter Pan.
The words seemed to catch in the girl's mind when she realized she wasn't just thinking about the legend standing in front of her, holding her hand. The truth was that he actually stood in front of her now, clutching the same hand with both of his, smiling gently at her.
"Rose, I'm glad that you're okay. Even though the fairies said you would be fine, I worried."
He worried!
He was still smiling after all, and with slight movements, let one of his hands go to her middle back to lead her into a walking motion.
The action startled Rose so, she almost forgot to speak, and his hand was still gently holding hers. "It looks like you are the one who needs to be worried about." She paused in her movements, taking her hand out of his, to her regret, so that she could run a gentle finger beside the red scar that ran along his chest. The old off-white shirt he was wearing was unbuttoned a few at the top, but that was enough for her to see the injury.
Peter let out a slight hiss of breath that made Rose pull her hand back quickly, she hadn't realized that it was that sensitive. "I'm sorry," she said turning away to clutch her hands together in front of her. "I didn't mean to hurt you." She bit her lip, how stupid could she be? Touching a wound.
All she felt was a hand on her cheek, calloused, but at the moment gentle, and it was pulling her face up and towards him. "Don't fret about me, I've had much worse." He smiled, making her grin as he gave a soft and deliberately slow kiss on the cheek.
Then his hand was gone from her face and the air felt cooler on the spot where that source of warmth had been. Rose stood still for a moment after he had started forward again, shocked at his kiss. Did he think of her that way? She felt a tugging on her arm, somehow his hand had found its way back into her's and he was leading her into the next room.
"You must be hungry." He said with a smile as she walked in the room to see a small table filled with freshly picked fruits. The smell of freshly baked bread made her stop. Close her eyes and take a deep breath in of all the delicious scent.
"Peter!" she said softly once her eyes were open again, he was already at the table holding out the chair for her, ever such a gentleman. He sat down in the other seat watching her intently as she surveyed the food.
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"Is It okay?" asked an anxious Peter, who hoped she wouldn't be appalled by the food that was in front of her. He would have loved to give her some of the deer that the lost boys had killed, and the fairies had cooked with their magic, but it was all gone, stolen by an unusually clever Wolf.
"Better than okay Peter, thank you." She beamed up at him, making him smile a bit wider; Peter loved it when she smiled. He folded his hands in front of him, watching as she picked varieties of fruit on the table. Some of them she knew about, like strawberries and raspberries. But there were other fruits she had no recognition of, often pausing to examine it and ask Peter.
"And this one, what is it?" she asked holding up the only fruit left she hadn't tried. Some of them only had a tiny bite out of them and were still sitting on her plate, and others were gone completely from their tiny baskets.
"That," Peter said, taking it from her hand quickly, but gently, "Is something that should not even be on this table." He looked over his shoulder, irritated at the bell sounding laughter of fairies outside the window.
"But Peter, what is it?" she asked, smiling up at him. Peter couldn't help himself; she was smiling so sweetly and leaning forward on the table a bit more.
"It's a bumble berry." He said, twisting the large flower shaped fruit in his finger by the stem. "If you eat some of the petals then you must answer the truth to any question asked till you fall asleep and wake up again." He sighed, smiling though. "Its old fairy magic, I suppose someone thought it would be funny." He grinned at Rose, setting it back down in the basket.
Rose picked it up again, "How about we both have a petal and play a game of truth or dare!" she said excitedly, already pulling off a petal for herself. Peter Grimaced and reached out to stop her, but she had already placed it in her mouth. A strange look of peacefulness was on her face for a moment and then turned back to its normal composure. "Now you have one Peter!" she said to him, "You haven't got anything to hide, have you?" she was being playful, but the question hurt him. It hurt because what she was joking about was actually something that occupied his thoughts; the boy did have something to hide from Rose. He Loved her.
And he hoped beyond hope that loving her wouldn't make him grow up the rest of the way.
Never the less, Peter looked at the flower, nervously taking a petal and placing it in his mouth.
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There was a funny tingling of anticipation floating around in Rose's head as Peter placed the petal in his mouth and swallowed. At first she had thought that it was a joke Peter was playing on her, but the worried look on his face made her think it was real. "Ask me first." She said as he stood, walking to the other side of the table to pull her chair out for her.
He gave a small laugh as she stood, placing a hand in hers as he led her back into the living room, to a pair of comfortable chairs seated close together. "Okay, Truth or Dare?" he said it with a small smirk.
Rose grinned, "Truth." But her smile stopped, she had meant to say Dare, perhaps it was an effect of the bumble berry, to choose truth.
"Why were you crying in the window?" Peter asked, Rose realized that his hand was still in her's and he was giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Because I wanted someone to tell me that everything would be okay, and that I was worth more than nothing." Rose's hand few to her mouth, she hadn't even been thinking that! She hadn't even known why she was crying in the window. Peter smiled at her.
"You thought that I was kidding." Rose's wide eyed expression lessened and her hand fell from her mouth. "Now, ask me." He said, closing his eyes.
Rose smiled, "Peter Pan, Truth or Dare?"
"Truth." He said quickly.
Rose thought for a moment, and then knew the question she would ask. "How did you know I was crying in the window? The darling estate is so far away."
Peter smiled in what seemed like relief and opened his eyes. "I have a locket, like yours, and it shows me anything I want to see."
Rose smiled, then frowned, "What do you mean like mine?" she asked, her hand leaving Peter's and flying to her neck to clutch the locket.
"I mean that they were given to both Wendy and I by the fairies. And it was passed down to you over the years." Peter shifted uncomfortably in his chair; Rose saw that it was an uncomfortable subject, so she dropped it.
"Okay then, my turn. I pick Truth." She said with a smile.
Peter looked back at her; a glint appeared in his eye for a moment that made Rose's spine tingle. "What are your feelings for me, Rose?" he asked, taking her hand back into both of his and leaning over the arm of his chair.
"I-I Love you, Peter." She said, the words flowed out of her mouth and she was blushing furiously now, taking her hand out of his to fold them tightly in her lap. "I always have, ever since I found my grandmother's book."
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"I always have."
Peter stared at the girl in front of him in shock, and then he smiled, standing up. "Come. I want to show you something." He looked down at her again, her face was now upturned, but the dust of red still sprinkled her cheeks.
"What is it?" she asked her voice shaky.
Peter was going to say it was a surprise but then the words flooded out of his mouth, thanks to the bumble berry. "A place where I can tell you." Rose opened her mouth again, but Peter put a hand over it. "No more questions, okay? I don't want you to say anything." The girl nodded. And she stood when Peter removed his hand.
For a moment Peter felt the excitement, the adrenaline right before a fight. And then it was gone. His sun bronzed arms scoped her up suddenly and she let out a breath as he took of into the air.
The look on her face was enough to lift Peter up into the air.
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Rose was starting to regret the bumble berry idea, she felt silly for not listening to Peter, and where the hell was he taking her!
Even with bothersome things as such on her mind, the thrill of flying took over, the wind in her hair, his arms wrapped around her. She could live off of it, breath it, all you need is love. Unfortunately, that was something that Rose had only little in her life. Sure, she had boyfriends. But they didn't really care for her, mostly just for her body. They wouldn't know her favorite color or why she never walked on the proper side of the street. They did know just how to make her squeal though, either her ticklish spots or some that hurt.
Rose Opened her eye finally when she felt her self being set back on something solid. There the sight of all of Neverland stretched out before her. Here there were many of the new born fairies, ones almost in solid form from the child's first laugh. The Tiny sparkles of light nestled themselves in her hair, and on her as she smiled and laughed at them. She could still feel Peter's eyes on her.
She turned to him after a moment, he was smiling at her, watching. "This place is beautiful!" she laughed out, the partially solid Laughter around her responded with their own bells. By now Rose noticed she was coated with a thin shimmer of fairy dust, so was Peter. She closed her eyes, thinking of just being here, thinking of being alive forever and not having to grow up, at least not all the way.
She felt something gently tugging on her and felt the laughter of Peter more than heard it. He was right in front of her holding her waist. When Rose looked down she could see All of Neverland, looking about the size of a piece of paper. The young Fairies still clung to her hair and cloths.
"Peter, what did you want to tell me?" she asked, and Peter had no choice but to reply.
"I Think I love you too."
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There.
He'd said it.
The cool feeling of a weight sliding off his shoulders washed over him. While he also felt the warmth of Rose pressing herself to him, her arms wrapped around his neck.
He found himself encircling her waist with his arms, squeezing her gently. Her warm breath against his ear was driving him mad. The soft skin under his fingers pushing it forward. After a moment that took an eternity, he pulled back from her slightly, sweeping her dark hair away from her flush face. Bending down to take her lips with his. They were lush and soft, his tongue trailing across them lightly. He felt her shiver in his arms.
"Peter." She gasped out the name when she realized that they were up and off the ground, his mouth moved from hers to the side of her neck. His hands were wondering from her waist now, trailing experimentally up and down her sides, under her arms, a bit lower to her thighs, then a bit behind, quickly turning back up again.
Just when Peter thought he would be in control of the entire encounter, he felt the slender fingers of Rose's hands under the shirt on his sides, pulling the fabric up. He didn't fight it though, just raised his arms and separated from her for a moment so she could pull the fabric off. It fluttered down to the ledge a few feet below them.
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It had all happened so quickly that Rose would have hardly believed that it was happening at all, but the pressure on her thighs, the persistent mouth that kept sending shivers through her body and told her otherwise.
She felt herself moving to do something- not knowing exactly what - and in a dazed state pulled his shirt from him, placing soft kisses on his collarbone and shoulders. They were different from his, which were experimental, different every time. Rose's were soft, slow, maddening to Peter. She knew this of course, and continued up his neck to his jaw line.
His mouth was off her neck now, obviously, his eyes shut. Teasing him, she placed her kisses at the corners of his mouth. It was only moments before he could stand it no longer and claimed her lips for the second time.
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Peter felt as if he were on fire as the girl in his arms worked her own magic on him. Those soft lips he had stared at for so long while she slept were intently focused on him and only him. Tenderly and strategically she had placed those kisses, she was experienced at that he now knew. But once the thought entered his head he began to worry; what if he didn't please her enough as the person before him.
His worries and the sensations sent him over the edge, cupping her face with his hands and tilting her head to kiss her again. Together their tongues met gently and the kiss lasted for such a long time that Rose had to pull away from him to catch her breath, her chest heaving up and down as the air graced it's presence in her lungs. She looked up to finder Peter in the same state smiling down at her.
"Peter I-" she started but Peter cut her off with a softer kiss.
"Don't say anything." He whispered just before she felt her feet touch the solid earth again. Before she knew it they were on the soft ground, Peter's lips on her vein in her neck feeling the pulse quicken as his fingers began to unlace the corset that imprisoned her.
He felt her hands at his back trailing along his shoulders as he struggled with the knots and twists of the clasps and... He growled quietly in frustration. Sending Rose into a fit of laughing, her hands moving from her back to his chest, gently shoving him off.
Peter didn't resist her force, though it would have been easy if he was determined enough. She sat back up, eyes locking with Peter's as her own hands began to gracefully undo the corset.
Peter felt his breath catch in his throat, wondering what she must be thinking as the fitted piece came off of her and to the ground. The only thing covering her chest now was the threadbare white shirt.
Peter didn't look away from her as he felt her hands tugging at his, placing them under the shirt and on the smooth skin of her sides. Peter didn't know what happened next really, all he could feel was her body in his hands as her slender fingers left his and tugged the last layer over her head.
He felt his hands moving of their own will, and his mouth meeting hers for lasting moments. Then she was pressed against the ground, Peter on all fours above her, breathing heavily. Honey blonde locks falling into his face, but not shield his eyes from the beauty that was before him. Her skin was just a pale as the rest of her. And not he saw the rest of her breasts, the glimpse he'd had before couldn't compare to this sight. They weren't oversized, but then he didn't know what would be.
As his golden tanned finger traced her bellybutton and laced up towards those delicate mounds of flesh, the nipples were rosy and erect. Goosebumps appeared all over her flesh, whether it was from his touch or the wind wasn't important.
But finally his fingers reached their destination, gently cupping the flesh that fit perfectly in his hands. Rose gasped now, her eyes closed and mouth open slightly. He smiled, bending his head to kiss each one.
Her back arched up, and then he saw her wriggling out of the leather pants, left only with the pair of lacey underwear that she's been given. He proceeded again by kissing the small nipples again, pausing on the left to tenderly lick and nip at its peak. The girl below him let out a startled breath. He took it as a good sign and wrapped his lips around the tender flesh, paying the other one attention with his hand.
Rose was now squirming beneath him with pleasure, panting as she found a way to hook her lets around his waist and push him over, she now on top, a smile on her face as dark hair fell in front of her chest and down to tickle his.
Peter gave a laugh before he felt her lips on his again, gasping into her mouth as she felt a hand start to slide it's way down into his pants. He sat up, breaking the kiss and reaching for her hand. Rose flushed and opened her mouth to say something. But stopped, his hand was tight about her wrist. She started again "Oh, god Peter, I'm sorry. I didn't know what I was doing... I-I-I..." she stood up; Peter watched her go with regret. Mostly because he knew she wasn't lying, the bumble berry wouldn't let her.
"Wait, Rose, Please." He jumped up after her, snatching her waist from behind and twisting her slight body so she now faced him and was pressed close. She didn't look up at him out of embarrassment though.
"Rose," he whispered him her ear, warm breath sending her into shivers, "Didn't you like it?" he asked.
"I, did, I just don't want to travel all the way down that road yet- I don't want to go through with that yet and-" Peter stopped her from speaking by kissing her gently on the mouth.
"Then we won't." She shivered again in his arms and he was now aware of the cold wind that whipped around them. Picking up his warmer shirt off the ground he slipped it over her hear and gathered the other clothes before scooping her up and heading back down to the warmth of the underground tree house.
Peter found flying wasn't had with Rose nibbling at his ear and kissing him along the way. Peter also realized that he had been taking several long laps around the island to make the trip last longer. By the time they arrived back in the warm furs of his bed they were both exhausted.
Never the less he pulled the shirt back over her head, eager to get back to the task of pleasing her. It wasn't long before they were back in the same position, Rose perched atop him licking and suckling his own chest and tiny nipples, listening to his moans and groans.
They continued on like that till early morning, or very late night, soft caresses, soft sighs, and soft everything, until they could do nothing else but fall asleep. That suited Peter just fine, having his arms wrapped around Rose, her curves pressed to him tightly.
That was until quiet whispers woke him up at noon.
"You wake them up!"
"No you do it!"
"What do you think they're doing?"
"I don't know but if we leave now we can pretend we didn't see them."
"She sure is pretty though."
"Yeah."