Thanks you guys for the positive reviews! It really is inspirational! This was just a story I started a long time ago, that I had the crazy whim to post, but I'm coming up with all kinds of different ideas now! Thanks again!
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As soon as Peter pushed past his bearskin door, he spun Wendy into his arms. Their breath mingled for a moment and then their lips met. He grabbed fistfuls of her night dress against her back in an effort to get closer. Wendy ran her hands across his shoulders, not tiring of the feel of his muscles under them. But she was so sleepy. In spite of the kissing, the touching and the sighing, she felt a yawn leave her mouth as Peter kissed her neck.
Peter looked up at her, "Wendy, are you tired?"
"Yes, but I'm all right," she leaned forward planting light kisses on his mouth, as another yawn escaped her. She turned away, but came back to try again.
"Let's get you to bed Wendy," Peter smiled and scooped her up, carrying her over to the bearskins. He gently laid her down, and stared at her body. He hadn't seen it at this angle before. It was beautiful.
Wendy was just glad that he hadn't been offended by her yawning. It was definitely not an excuse to stop kissing. Anyway, this seemed better than standing. But now she was blushing at the way Peter's eyes scanned her up and down.
Peter could not figure out how her body changed shape in that position, but he was finding he really, really wanted to know how. He pulled off his shirt and lay down next to her and slowly placed his hand on her stomach. He looked into her eyes to see what she thought of his touching this new place. She smiled, maneuvered herself closer to him and kissed him on the nose, putting her hand on his cheek.
He took this as encouragement, and dragged his hand up her torso. Then he yawned. Why he would be yawning at a time like this was most inconvenient. But he knew that they were both exhausted. It had been a rough few days, physically and emotionally. Wendy, who had closed her eyes as Peter's hand began to travel up to the things she had never even touched, now felt his hand cease its progress. She opened her eyes. His were half lidded with weariness but determined to finish what he started. She smiled, kissed him for a moment on the lips, rolled and snuggled her back against his chest. She laced their fingers together against her stomach.
Peter sighed. This had not turned out the way he'd hoped. But he was content nonetheless. He thrilled inside that Wendy was in his arms, breathing softly. He closed his eyes.