I decided to restart the story. I actually miss Lorelei and her anger, and Peter and his charm. And their plot line just wouldn't leave me alone. So here you are!

The clap of thunder caused Lorelei to sit up faster than she should have. Her head begin to ache and she was overcome with dizziness. She didn't care at the moment. The storm was too much for her to bear. She gently lifted Petey's sleeping form and placed him on the spare pillow. Wrapping the duvet around her body, she opened her door and peeked her head out into the living room.

"Pe-Peter?" she called out. There was no reply. Lorelei jumped at a particularly ear splitting clap of thunder that seemed to shake the cabin. With a cry, Lorelei ran as fast as the duvet tangled around her legs would let her. Peering down over the couch that was Peter's makeshift bed, she saw that he was fast asleep, the fire casting a soft glow across his face. Lorelei laid her duvet on the floor beside Peter's couch and lay down. With Peter by her, the storm didn't seem so bad. With one last look at Peter, she closed her eyes and soon was fast asleep.

Peter awoke to the feeling of the sun's rays across his face. Stretching his lean form, he let his hand drop to the side of the couch. It collided with warm skin. Sitting up, he looked down and saw Lorelei curled up and fast asleep. Peter smiled as his eyes drunk her features in. Her face was totally relaxed and her lips were slightly parted as she breathed softly. "Poor thing. The storm must have scared her more than I thought" Peter mused. He slipped off of the couch, being extra careful not to wake her. He collected his dried clothes from the hearth and went out back to dress and wash up. After deciding to take a quick morning stroll, he let his thoughts drift to Lorelei. He wondered about how the morning would find her. He thought about how he had almost kissed her. He had been sure she wanted him to, but in the cabin she had acted aloof and almost disinterested. But then she was sleeping beside him in the morning. He was letting her get underneath his skin. But one couldn't help but let her. With her thick shiny hair, and her sparkling grey eyes and her lips…they were so full. And she had a way of running her tongue over her bottom lip that could drive a bloke mad. With groan Peter rubbed the front of his trousers. Oh yeah, she had certainly gotten to him. When he reached the cabin, he stood outside waiting for his traitorous body to return to normal. His only hope was that Lorelei was in much discomfort as him.

A couple of hours later, Lorelei was awoken by the tongue of little Petey. Laughing, she tried to dart the little creature's constant licking.

"Petey, I'm up! Stop licking me!" The little creature hopped back and waited for Lorelei to sit up before he launched into utter randomness.

"Hi Lorelei. Are you awake now? Where'd ya go last night? I woke up and you weren't there, so I came out here, and you were here, and then I was here, so we were here together. Is the front door open? I'm going go chase butterflies." Petey ran off before Lorelei even had time to process the one sided conversation.

"Ah, I see you're up" Lorelei heard above her. Looking up, she saw Peter standing there in his crumpled clothes from yesterday. He still looked magnificent.

"Yes. I awake now."

"How's your head?"

"It feels better. Thanks for asking." Lorelei silently prayed he wouldn't mention anything about finding her underneath his couch in the morning. Her wish was granted. He was however giving her a really odd look.

"I've placed your clothing in Susan's room. Unfortunately, they didn't dry. You'll have to borrow one of my old tunics." Peter did his best not to use their positions to his advantage. He had a prefect view of Lore's beautiful cleavage. Clearing his throat, he practically ran to the kitchen and turned his back to her.

"I'm going to start breakfast," he bit out. Even to him his voice sounded a bit harsh, but she was wreaking havoc on his body. And all she was doing was sitting there!

Lorelei stared at Peter's back as he rummaged through the cabinets, an expression of confusion on her face. Finally, she stood up gathering the duvet around her. Peter cursed underneath his breath when he heard the door close. He was behaving like a randy teen that had his first glimpse of a girl. With a sigh he started breakfast.

Meanwhile, instead of getting dressed, Lorelei was sitting on the bed feeling the first stirrings of anger. The jerk! What was his problem? She hadn't done anything wrong and had been even making nice comments instead of her usual sarcastic ones. Did he think less of her because of her fear of storms? Or was he finally agreeing with Jeanette's rude comments about her worth? Lorelei was used to being considered lower than people, but for some reason Peter's rejection hurt. And because she felt hurt, she grew angrier. She disrobed rapidly and turned to the tunic Peter had laid out for her. Slipping it on, she had to roll up the sleeves. It completely engulfed her and looked like a dress. If she wasn't so irked she would have felt special wearing it. The tunic was a faded shade of grey. Touching her leggings, she found they were dry enough to slip on underneath the tunic. She tied her hair ribbons together and used it as a belt around the over sized tunic. She grabbed her wet shirt and stormed out of the room.

Peter heard the bedroom door slam shut. He finished adding milk to the porridge in front of him.

"Breakfast is done."

"No thank you." Lorelei bit out, her grey eyes stormy with anger.

"What's wrong Lore?"

"The name is Lorelei and I'm just not hungry ok? Besides I detest porridge. Now if you'll excuse me, I have an archery lesson with a certain centaur and I would want to keep him waiting. Good day King Peter." With a mock curtsey, she stormed out of the house. Peter stood there a moment before running angrily out of the house behind her.

"Hey!" he called out as he ran to catch her. When he caught up to her, he grabbed her arm and spun her around. Lorelei closed her eyes as she was swept with a wave of dizziness.

"If you'll kindly remember sir, I did just recently suffer a head wound. Such treatment will not speed up the healing process."

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you woman?" Peter practically yelled.

" Me?" Lorelei snapped back just as angry. "I'm not the one who's acting all high and mighty because some of us are afraid of something. I'm sorry I'm not as braze as the amazing Peter the magnificent."

"Lorelei what in the name of Aslan are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about how you've been acting this morning," she screamed, her voice choking with tears of anger. "You were so nice yesterday. I guess it just took this long for Jeanette's words to set in."
Peter let out a bitter bark of a laugh. "Trust me Lore," He said tightening his grip on her upper arms and leaning close to her face.

"That twit's crude statements have nothing to do with what's wrong with me. Do you really want to know what the problem is?"

Lorelei stared up at him, eyes wide. She could hardly breathe let alone think with him that close to her. She just nodded her head.

Peter slid his hands up to cup each side of her face. Lorelei mouth suddenly felt dry. She raced her tongue out and licked her bottom lip. Peter let out a groan.

"This is what my problem is, "he said before slowly lowering his mouth towards hers…

I know, I know. It's quite evil of me to make a cliffie after I've been on hiatus for so long. I am sorry… really I am. laughs evilly. The next chappie could go one of two ways. It just depends on how many reviews I get. So rate and review, and as always no flames. Ta'- wide eyed dreamer