It was 3 in the morning. Wendy was still asleep. Hovering right above her
was Peter. He was surveying the pleasant features of this girl he once
kissed. Her hair, a mass of soft brown curls, reaching below her enlarged
bosom, which Peter noticed were never there before. He liked the shape she
took under the blanket. Rather curvy. With his fingers he moved a lock of
hair off her face so that he could take in her face in whole. There was a
feeling burning deep in him...wanting something from Wendy but he didn't know
what.
Then his eyes fell on Wendy's lips. He remembered the day on the ship when she kissed him. How sweet she tasted. Peter licked his lips. Tasting the memories of her lips in his. Since that day, there has been lots of changes in him. The fairies said that the kiss that Wendy gave him changed all courses of his being. The maturity he reached with the kiss now shows in him physically. He grew taller than he last was, with broader shoulders. He liked the change. Except the hair that was growing in all the wrong places.
Then there were dreams that he had about Wendy. How she would approach him in the middle of the night and kiss him again and again like how she did on the ship 5 years ago.
Ever since then he wanted to come visit her. But her window was always closed and Peter would return to Neverland depressed. Today, for some reason, Wendy left the window open.
As he went on admiring Wendy, her lips parted. He remembered how her lips parted when she bent down to cover his mouth with her kiss. He had to touch her. He took his fingers and lingered gently along her lips. Wendy let out a soft moan. Peter was exited. Then he gently strokes the back of his hand on her cheek to wake her. Wendy opened her eyes and in a fraction of a second retrieved the sword next to her bed, which she got from Neverland and pressed it into Peter's throat.
"Who are you?" she demanded as she reached for the side lamp. Peter just smiled. As she turned the lamp on, she squinted to get used to the light. When her eyes adjusted, she opened it as wide as she possibly could. Is it really him? She pulled back the sword and took her hand instead to touch his face. It's not possible. She then, with her hand she traced the scar he had on his forehead, where Captain Hook had hit him with iron hook he had for his right hand. It was nothing but a line now...it's not possible. How did he grow so big?
"Peter Pan?" Wendy required.
"Aye" replied Peter
"Good heavens! It really is you!" And she embraced him. Tears streamed down her face. She held him for what seemed like an eternity.
"Wendy?"
"Yes Peter?"
"Why are you crying?"
Wendy sniffed. And laughed.
"I've missed you so damn much" she said.
"I've missed you too, Wendy. But I thought you had forgotten me."
"Why would you say a thing like that? You know I can never forget you"
"The window is always shut."
"My parents don't want me to go missing again. Today they didn't check on me so I decided to keep the window open in case you came by"
"Oh, the cleverness of you." This time it was Wendy's turn to smile.
"Oh, Peter..." she hugged him again, as if she would never let him go.
Peter hugged her too. He was amazed at how she felt beneath his arms. How she fit perfectly against his torso. How her head found the perfect spot on his shoulder. He felt like a huge weight was lifted up from his chest. He wanted to go on holding her this way...forever!
Then his eyes fell on Wendy's lips. He remembered the day on the ship when she kissed him. How sweet she tasted. Peter licked his lips. Tasting the memories of her lips in his. Since that day, there has been lots of changes in him. The fairies said that the kiss that Wendy gave him changed all courses of his being. The maturity he reached with the kiss now shows in him physically. He grew taller than he last was, with broader shoulders. He liked the change. Except the hair that was growing in all the wrong places.
Then there were dreams that he had about Wendy. How she would approach him in the middle of the night and kiss him again and again like how she did on the ship 5 years ago.
Ever since then he wanted to come visit her. But her window was always closed and Peter would return to Neverland depressed. Today, for some reason, Wendy left the window open.
As he went on admiring Wendy, her lips parted. He remembered how her lips parted when she bent down to cover his mouth with her kiss. He had to touch her. He took his fingers and lingered gently along her lips. Wendy let out a soft moan. Peter was exited. Then he gently strokes the back of his hand on her cheek to wake her. Wendy opened her eyes and in a fraction of a second retrieved the sword next to her bed, which she got from Neverland and pressed it into Peter's throat.
"Who are you?" she demanded as she reached for the side lamp. Peter just smiled. As she turned the lamp on, she squinted to get used to the light. When her eyes adjusted, she opened it as wide as she possibly could. Is it really him? She pulled back the sword and took her hand instead to touch his face. It's not possible. She then, with her hand she traced the scar he had on his forehead, where Captain Hook had hit him with iron hook he had for his right hand. It was nothing but a line now...it's not possible. How did he grow so big?
"Peter Pan?" Wendy required.
"Aye" replied Peter
"Good heavens! It really is you!" And she embraced him. Tears streamed down her face. She held him for what seemed like an eternity.
"Wendy?"
"Yes Peter?"
"Why are you crying?"
Wendy sniffed. And laughed.
"I've missed you so damn much" she said.
"I've missed you too, Wendy. But I thought you had forgotten me."
"Why would you say a thing like that? You know I can never forget you"
"The window is always shut."
"My parents don't want me to go missing again. Today they didn't check on me so I decided to keep the window open in case you came by"
"Oh, the cleverness of you." This time it was Wendy's turn to smile.
"Oh, Peter..." she hugged him again, as if she would never let him go.
Peter hugged her too. He was amazed at how she felt beneath his arms. How she fit perfectly against his torso. How her head found the perfect spot on his shoulder. He felt like a huge weight was lifted up from his chest. He wanted to go on holding her this way...forever!