Wendy did her best to suppress a laugh to avoid alerting Pan, but when her lab partner, Ricky, applied the non toxic foam on his upper lip in the form of a mustache, she could not help but giggle profusely. Pan whipped his head around and shot Wendy a warning look, then shot Ricky a murderous one. The latter gulped but retained the mustache, still making Wendy smile.
Something about Wendy taking pleasure from others, even on shallow emotional levels, somehow had Pan's blood boiling. Had he not, for the most part, taken care of her and sheltered her? Was that not enough? He turned around again only to receive a short and sweet smile from Wendy. He had calmed after that, reminded of how much Wendy was truly his.
Finally, the bell had rung, which made Pan drop all the chemicals he was holding over to his feeble lab partner who now had five test tubes in his hands, and stood beside Wendy as she packed her things. After she had slung her bag over her shoulder, Pan took her by the hand to lead her out. In an effort to calm him further, Wendy laced her fingers through his, and turned his cold hold into a warm entangling. Wendy swore she saw the ghost of a smile gracing Pan's lips in the second he turned to look at her in acknowledgment of her affection. But as they entered the hall Wendy's stomach turned in discomfort at the multitude of gazes that now followed them.
Each pair of eyes matched opinions of dislike or malice, neither of which Wendy had ever been accustomed to receiving from one person, let alone a student body. She looked over at Pan to see how he fared.
His stride was simultaneously unconcerned and confident, as if oblivious to the crowd that watched them. She somehow found strength in this. Cruel as Pan was, it was a lie to say he had been distant. Aware to some degree, Wendy had began drawing energy from him, and him from her, due to his now constant presence. Their relationship was certainly far from love, but a great deal past coexistence. As Wendy lifted her chin through the eyeing crowd, she emulated a confidence that almost fooled even her into believing she wasn't merely a chained bird perched on Pan's shoulder.
The facade she built as they exited the school all about crumbled as soon as they were safely secured in the van. Pan brought out a blindfold and handed it over to Wendy, thinking it an avenue to humanize the situation by giving her some level of choice. To any other person, however, it was considered being given a shovel to dig one's own grave.
Wendy took it nonetheless. She inhaled sharply and straightened her back with utmost dignity, her chin unfaltering, unwavering, producing an impossibly regal expression that she carried out even as she secured the cloth over her eyes. The blindfold may betoken subjugation and submission to Pan, but to Wendy it was every chance she had left to survive the broken culture he fostered in the Neverhouse. This was the clearest distinction between her and Seline, who had been trusted with the knowledge of the route over time. The day Pan decides that Wendy merited trust, would be the day she accepted her station under his wing.
Wendy-bird, as she was so aptly named, could not, would not be caged forever. It was a promise she made to herself no matter how pleasant Pan may eventually become. Wendy knew however, a small fear that crept into her mind at night, that even the strongest of wings, grew weak when caged.
Pan watched Wendy as she sat imperially with her nose upturned and hands folded on her lap. A part of him found relief in the strength of her bearing. Selfish as he was, he was not without feeling. This wouldn't be forever for Wendy anyway, he would let her go soon enough.
Only until the end of high school. Then I'll shut the Neverhouse down. He promised himself, then relieved himself the strain of worrying about guilt
He tugged at her blindfold lightly and let it fall on her her collarbone. The van had pulled up into the drive way. Pan had Wendy follow him to his room where they settle. They dressed down simultaneously in the same room. Over the course of a few weeks, their relationship had moved past mere coexistence to something very comfortable but at the same time distant. This first stemmed merely from their intimacy, which inherently put them past any shallow levels of relationship, but past their first week together, they had already shared emotional moments together. Pan had even relied on Wendy once for comfort, though not voluntarily.
Pan turned and twisted in his sheets as a nightmare plagued his sleep. A fervid sweat covered his face and his breathing quickened erratically. Wendy was awake then, prior to the start of his nightmare, it was only a few days after her first week and she missed her younger brothers dearly. She was pulled out of her thoughts when Pan's quickened breathing grew louder. Her fear grew for him when he began groaning as if he experienced some searing pain. She sat on her knees in the cage and began calling out to him as she gripped the bars.
"Pan! Wake up! It's just a nightmare!"
Pan sat up violently on his bed, his breathing frantic and his pulse racing. He looked over to Wendy, hands still on the bars, looking wild with concern. He walked over to her, still shaken by his night terror.
"It's okay now," Wendy said softly.
He opened the cage, and looked at her with a broken face. Wendy needed no more than that to understand his unspoken request. He made his way back to his bed, eyes wide open pointed to the ceiling. His heart still pounded in his chest and his breathing had yet to steady. Wendy slowly made her way towards him and settled beside him on the bed. She placed her hand gently on his chest and nested her head on his shoulder. The warmth of her palm over his heart soothed Pan and it soon began to beat steadily once more. He then slipped his hand around her side as his breathing slowed further back into slumber.
Wendy slept peacefully that night, the first since she'd arrived.
And surprisingly, Wendy found comfort in Pan too, but served the only way he knew how.
Towards the end of the second week of her stay, Wendy had been wracked with an awful loneliness and pain. She missed her friends and family dearly, trying to imagine their faces surrounding her. Pan had initially let her sleep on the bed that night, to compensate for leaving her by herself the entire day. He hadn't realized that, as unemotionally invested to her as he was, he was her primary source of company.
By the time late afternoon rolled in and Pan still hadn't returned to their room, all the gaps and holes Wendy thought she'd managed to ignore began to reopen in her heart. Strings of memories streamed through her head and she clung to them desperately. She had considered leaving the room, but she knew Seline or the others would be of no comfort to her while the boys only scared her.
It wasn't until late evening when Pan returned. Wendy laid on the floor quiet, staring blankly at the door.
"My poor bird missed me, did she?" Pan lifted her from the floor and placed her gently on the bed. "Seline told me you barely ate, I don't want that to repeat again, do you understand?"
Wendy remained quiet, but Pan was far too tired to press her further. He peeled off his shirt and soon drifted off beside her, lying on his belly with one arm over her stomach. Much to her confusion, it was only when Pan had arrived that she finally felt her eyes fill with tears. As she watched him sleep quietly, his charming face not pulled into some con-artist look, the pain inside her had reached a threshold. She finally let her watery eyes spill.
Soon, her whimpering aggravated into uncontrollable fits of sobbing and woke Pan up. Half awake at first, he stared dimly at her, uncertain if he was even truly seeing what he saw. Wendy turned her back to him, unable to look at him any longer. At this, Pan roused to a more aware state and carefully pulled her so that she laid on her back. He pushed his face close with an inquisitive look, almost as if he was a stranger to crying and personal space conventions. Wendy winced at this, pushing her head back down on the bed. Displeased with her reaction, Pan then placed an imposing kiss on her lips, as if commanding her senses to focus on him and him alone. Shock spread over her first, followed by fury. Pan only knew how to quiet, how to suppress, how to control. But as the kiss progressed, she found herself complying more and more, submission filled her veins, and soon, need.
With his lips on hers, her pain went away. Her heart began pumping and her tears dried at her eyes. It was a make shift invincibility that felt all too real.
"How was your first day back, bird?"
"Um..." Wendy sat down at the foot of his bed and twisted her hair up in a bun. "It was alright, I guess." She never knew why she always felt the need to reply to his light conversing, as if playing a fool to his kindness.
"Just alright? Well then perhaps I shouldn't have even bothered making all those arrangements to have you return."
Wendy turned away from Pan momentarily to grab her bag from the floor and made a grim expression before facing him once more.
"No I, appreciated it, really. Thank you." She offered him a soft smile, to which, surprisingly, he returned.
Wendy quickly pulled away from their friendly exchange, it was always psychology games with Pan and she'd best not linger in any of them. She rummaged through her back pack and retrieved a math worksheet. As she answered it on the edge of the bed, Pan leaned back on his side of the bed and watched her frustration grow with hands folded behind his head. Her scribbles went from rare and reluctant to quick and desperate, hoping each attempt would finally resolve the question.
"Bird's not into math I see."
Wendy shot him a glare. Although she was able to wield and manipulate words with prowess, Wendy handled numbers as if they always slipped clumsily from her hands, never able to hold on to a concept for a prolonged period of time. After another fifteen minutes of aimless solving, Wendy moaned and laid her head down in defeat.
She then looked up to Pan sitting up and motioning her over to him. Determined not to waste any further time on math, she complied and ensconced herself next to him. Pan ran through her paper once then took her pencil from her. He began with the first step, one so rudimentary Wendy almost slapped herself for missing. He did each step slowly and paused in between to confirm he understood what he did why he did; and by the time he had done three with her, Wendy felt confident doing the rest by herself.
"Thank you... Pan, I" Wendy then thought to herself that it would be a good time to bring up a niggling thought in her mind, "is that really your name? Your parents named you Pan?"
He smirked, "Wouldn't you like to know."
"Well perhaps you'd like to hear me cry it, when I'm beneath you." She played coyly, then grew red for ever even having the audacity to say such a thing.
Pan swept her school work out and locked her hips beneath his legs. "You make a fair point, bird," He slipped off her satin night gown and leaned close to her ear, "Scream Peter."
In contrast to his genial handling only minutes prior, he took her with a sharp and thirsty ferocity. He latched his lips onto hers, taking instead of giving. Wendy moaned, her mind unable to follow his pace and process all her sensations at once. She'd only realized his fingers were beneath her when she cried out and he had moved on to kissing her neck. He then lingered there, and found a spot close to the juncture of her neck and shoulder, but still visible from the front. He marked her, vigorously, selfishly, wholly. Perhaps now that fountain boy would think twice before touching Wendy.
He made no further pretenses and disrobed the little he had left on. He made certain Wendy was ready for him by sliding his tip between her slick folds before enveloping himself in her. Wendy cried out, polarized by his intensity, half of her felt pleasure while the other half, pain, was there but clouded over. He set a rapid pace, a dead give away of the hot ravenous need building up inside of him.
Within minutes, Wendy felt herself close to the edge. She clutched Pan's shoulders and dug her nails into his skin.
"Peter!" She kept her word; he smirked at this.
And at that note she'd fallen into a state of release. A few strokes later, he'd followed her too. He dismounted her and fell onto his side of the bed. The both of them fell asleep sprawled messily on the bed, but within each other's arms.
I was in such a rush to finally get this out, before I slip into another hiatus again. Forgive me if there are any initial errors, i'll come back to clean this up when I get up again, but for now here it is! I figured you guys deserve this, err, fluffy ish darling pan before I throw you into my upcoming chapters. I do wait on reviews a little just to make sure everyone is pleased, before I release a chapter. Stay tuned!