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John came down the stairs quietly, his face lit with a grin, his eyes staring at something beyond the wall.
"Are you alright John?" asked Wendy.
He went promptly to bed without a word, leaving Peter and Wendy to look questioningly at each other. Peter shrugged and slung Wendy over his shoulder, carrying her giggling into his room.
"Peter honestly, put me down!" she laughed. "The boys will hear us!"
"That lot?" he said. "They could sleep through anything!" But he obliged and set her on the ground. He drew her toward him, his arms around her waist. He looked into her eyes, intense heat behind them. "Wendy, please don't leave me out of your plans again."
She blushed furiously, casting her gaze downward. Peter lifted her chin with his finger. "I want to be a part of them. You're everything to me now, and we should plan together. Isn't that part of growing up? I want to be a part of you."
Wendy inhaled deeply. She wasn't accustomed to thinking of herself as important to someone. She knew deep down that her brothers depended on her and that Peter cared for her, but to accept that he wanted have a deep relationship with her was beyond her comprehension. She had been a burden to him and everyone around her.
"Why?" she asked quietly, searching his eyes.
"Why?" he asked back. Did girls just not understand his intentions? Was he that obscure? Well, actually, the feeling was new to him too. He searched his mind, and struggled for an answer.
"You're kind," he said. Wendy looked away, more heat blooming on her cheeks. "You care about everyone." He kissed her cheek softly and relished the smoothness of her skin under his lips. "You're fierce, when you have to be." He kissed her earlobe and she sighed as her heart raced.
"You're a wonderful Mother." He kissed her chin. Wendy's eyes had rolled back, her breathing uneven.
"You believe in me," he said, kissing her eyelids. "You're beautiful." He kissed her nose.
She sucked in a breath. "Oh Peter."
"I love you," he said. She gasped. With that admission, he kissed her deeply, trying to impart to her how much she meant to him. He would show her, he would make her believe it.
Wendy's heart overflowed. He loved her!
"I love you too," she whispered against his lips.
Peter swept her up into his arms. Carrying her to his bed, and sat her down on the edge. He removed his shirt, as she stared up at him, scooting herself back. Peter's heart pounded, the blood rushing again. Nothing was going to interrupt them this time, no lost boys, no yawning, and he would defy the dawn to come up before he was finished showing Wendy his love.
Wendy laid her head on his pillow, and held her hand out to him. He took it with a smile and lay over her.
"I love your kisses," he said. She pulled lips down to hers.
"Peter."
He worked his kisses down her neck, and stopped at the neckline of her dress. He leaned on his side, and gently began to pull down the straps on her dress. His fingers moved over the soft skin of her shoulder. "Is this ok Wendy?" he asked.
She nodded. "Please keep touching me," she said. He gulped.
He placed his hand over her breast. They both gasped at the emotions that arose.
Suddenly Peter remembered, he didn't quite know what came next. He never had finished his conversation with John, and he was feeling slightly overwhelmed. All of his emotions were jumping up to consume him. This had happened so fast and there was something he was missing, something important that all of this kissing and feelings of love led up too. He wanted to show Wendy all of his love, not just half of it, but how to do it and how to do it without feeling out of control?
Wendy looked just as distressed as he felt. "What's wrong Peter?" she asked. Peter didn't want her to know he didn't know what he was doing, or that he was being overcome with so many emotions all at once, but there had been enough lying for today.
"I don't know how to have sex," he said. "And it's more than I thought."
Wendy nodded. "Yes."
"I want to show you everything I'm feeling," he said, running his hand down her face. "But I'm feeling so much, how can I give all of that to you? It might kill you. It's killing me."
"I feel the same," she said.
Peter felt relieved but frustrated. "John knows how to do this, I should go ask him." Wendy's eyebrows shot up.
"He does?" she asked. She felt her blood cooling at the mention of her brothers name. If he knew about sex, she did not want to know how.
"He told me he does," said Peter. "Would you like me to go ask him?" he asked. He would do anything to keep touching her.
"No!" said Wendy surprised by the ferocity in her voice. "I would be too humiliated. Ask him when I'm not around, please Peter."
"Well, what do we do now?" he asked searching her face. Wendy looked at him from under her eyelashes.
"Hold me," she said, pulling him down again to her mouth taking pleasure in the plumpness of his lips and the feel of them gliding over hers. They kissed for a while, and then drifted off, legs and arms entwined.
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Wendy awoke to her head on Peter's bare chest, her arm around his waist and his hands on her back. Her dress was hiked up high over her thighs and his pants pushed down low on his hips. She smiled and lifted her head to see his closed eyes fluttering with dreams. His soft breathing made her rise and fall with him, her ear over his heart. She began to trace patterns with her fingers over his skin, hoping the touches would wake him up. He loved her. He had said those beautiful words to her last night. Nothing would take that away from her ever.
Peter inhaled a large waking breath, and looked down to see Wendy's bright eyes staring into his. "I love you," she said.
He smiled, and drew her up to him. "I love you Wendy Darling," he said kissing her lips as her hair fell over their faces. She began to move over him, but stopped when she felt something wet and sticky. She looked down between them and then up again at Peter. What mystery was this?
Peter shrugged somewhat embarrassed. "I think its part of sex," he said.
Wendy smiled. "Things to ask John about," she said rolling off of him. She walked to the basin of water in the corner and wiped the stuff off of her thighs, grateful none had gotten on her dress. Peter moved to get up too, but was captivated by Wendy's legs. They were indeed all the same color, a glorious soft hue. He was about to get up and kneel in front of her to run his hands over them, but he heard the lost boys stirring outside. "Blast!" he said, and rolled out of bed to wash too before they came barging in like the morning before. He felt some ground rules needed to be set up for them with this new relationship.
"I'll go find some food for the boys while you finish washing. Then we can walk to the village," she said.
"Ok." He leaned down to press his lips to hers one more time and moved to encircle her waist with his arm.
"Oh no, we'll be here all day if you do that!" Wendy pulled away, and smiled at him as she backed out of the room. Peter sighed and continued to cleanse himself.
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I had a lot of trouble with this chapter, I wanted it to be the consumating one, but I just couldn't make it sound right, and I didn't think it was fair to push it on them before they were ready :) Buuuut, it's pretty much an M rating, so I changed it.