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Forgetting Neverland	By : theatregrl13 Category: M through R > Peter Pan Views: 11946 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Forgetting Neverland
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-Epilogue
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Wendy didn’t realize she had slept most of the day away. She could see light streaming in underneath the door and went to turn on a light. Peter still dozed fitfully, his head hanging on his chest. Wendy’s eyes searched the cabin for some means of escape, something to help them defeat Hook. She reached down and put the waistcoat back on, not being used to being fully naked around Peter quite yet. There was a knock on the door, and Wendy hurried to cover Peter up lest someone come and try to take him away from her. But it was just Smee, a breakfast tray in his arms as he entered.
“My apologies for scaring you, Miss. I thought you both might be hungry.” He gave Wendy a small, sad smile then gently moved Wendy away from Peter so that he could unlock his chains. Peter awoke and his eyes widened when he saw Smee in front of him.
“Don’t,” he yelled, startling the pirate. “Hook said not to unchain me. He’ll think Wendy did it somehow, and punish her.” Smee smiled as he released Peter and he fell to the floor, his legs utterly weak. He made sure Peter’s neck chain was long enough so that he may walk around a bit before he spoke again.
“The Cap’n gave me a key and told me to make you both eat. He says you both need your strength.” With a tip of his hat, he left the cabin, locking the door behind him. Wendy brought the tray down to him and examined his bleeding wrists.
“I’ll need to clean that up for you.”
“Let’s eat first,” Peter said quietly, eyeing the tray. Wendy was overjoyed to see a tankard of water, several sandwiches, and an apple. Peter made sure she ate first, then helped himself to sustenance.
“I don’t understand,” she said between bites. “Why does he want us fed and well nourished?”
“Probably wants to play with us again tonight,” Peter said bitterly, swallowing down the water.
“Here,” Wendy handed him a pair of breeches she had found in the closet. “I thought you might like something to wear.” Grateful, Peter took them and quickly put them on. When they had finished lunch, Wendy tended to his wrists. He winced as she cleaned them but her touch was soft.
“I wish I had asked about the boys,” Wendy said sadly, staring at the door. Peter ran his fingers through his hair.
“I don’t think I want to know. I just care about getting you out of here alive.”
“But Tinkerbell might be—“
“She might be. Tinkerbell was my best friend in the world. But you’re the only person I have ever loved.” Wendy’s face warmed and she leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on his lips. Peter looked around the cabin and sighed.
“Have you found anything to aid us in escape?”
“There’s nothing. No weapons, no maps, nothing. Our only hope is that they may take us outside, where we may be able to jump overboard and pray that we survive the fall.” Peter swallowed.
“If they take us outside, it will be for reasons we don’t like. I’m weak, Wendy. I won’t be able to defend you against a fleet of pirates.” Wendy’s mouth opened in surprise.
“Peter, stop thinking like that. I love you, and together we can defeat anything.” Peter gave her a sad smile but sighed and leaned against the wall. Wendy stared at him for the longest time. She drank in the sight of his glorious body. For a moment, she forgot they were being held captive and she imagined they were alone in their favorite spot in Neverland. The chain clinked as Wendy tugged on it, pulling Peter toward her. There was something sparkling in her eyes, a sort of mischievousness. Peter moved closer to her and claimed her mouth with his. She kissed him furiously, her hands going to his hair and pulling him closer. He broke the kiss, reluctantly, and shook his head.
“If he finds us like this—“
“Every moment he is in here, I think it’s going to be my last. I don’t want to die without having known the joys of Neverland.” Peter grinned and kissed her again. His tongue slipped past her lips and explored her mouth. Wendy’s hands explored his body, not under the direction of anyone this time but from the desire to explore it for herself. Peter pushed her gently onto her back and removed the waistcoat, flinging it aside. For the first time, Peter fixed his eyes upon her body without shame. Her perfectly round breasts rose up and down as her breathing grew heavier and heavier. He grasped her mounds with both hands and she moaned in pleasure. They were even softer than he had imagined. Lowering his head to one of them, his tongue danced across the nipple and he sucked gently. His hands continued their exploring as they made their way down past her navel, to where a small patch of hair grew. He looked shyly into her eyes, not wishing to go any further without her permission.
“May I?”
“I’m yours, Peter,” she said, cupping his cheek. Peter’s hands trailed along her thighs and gently probed her tender core. Wendy closed her eyes and moaned in delight. Peter inserted another finger and took clues from Wendy’s moans to know he was doing something right. He removed his fingers, then took to lavishing her breast with his tongue again. With a sly smile, he trailed his tongue down her body from her breasts, down past her navel, down to where she was growing moist with anticipation. Parting her folds with his finger, his tongue darted in and out, earning a cry of pleasure from Wendy. Sinking deeper into her, spreading her legs wider, his tongue explored her completely, lapping up her essence and drawing cries and moans from her throat.
“Oh gods, Peter!” With a final cry, she released herself all over him and he gave her a cocky smile as he made her way back up to her mouth and she tasted herself on him.
“I need you, Wendy,” he said softly, pushing a strand of hair from her sweaty cheek. She grasped his face in her hands and her eyes met his.
“Then take me, Peter. Make me yours. Be my first, as you were meant to be.” Peter bit his lip and looked down for a moment.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Tears welled in her eyes at his sweetness and goodness.
“You could never do that.” Peter kissed her again and with fumbling hands, Wendy undid his trousers and he kicked them aside. Wendy’s hands traveled down his engorged cock and he shivered at her touch. Positioning himself at her center, rubbing himself back and forth on her lips, he was finding it incredibly hard not to just thrust into her right there. But he was determined to be gentle, especially as Wendy had suffered twice already. Slowly, he slipped inside her, feeling her envelop him with her warmth. Nothing could ever feel this wonderful! This was better than flying! He slid in and out of her, slowly at first, then increasing her speed at her urging. Her fingernails dug into his back as she pulled him closer, needing to be one with him.
“Can you feel it Wendy? How perfectly we fit? We were made for each other.” Wendy felt it. He was nowhere near as big as Hook was and it didn’t even hurt as he thrust in and out of her. She never imagined it could feel this incredible! And he was right. The way their bodies melded together, it felt like they had been made for one another. Wendy pushed him back onto his back and straddled him. She slid down over him and rode him intensely. He drank in the sight of her on top of him, her head thrown back in delight, her breasts bouncing up and down as she continued to ride him. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he threw his head back and called out her name. He leaned up to clutch her as they both came together. She collapsed on his sweaty chest and they lay there for a moment, still joined together. Their breathing was heavy, their sweaty bodies stuck together, but they were in pure bliss for those few heavenly moments.
“I love you, Wendy.”

“I love you too, Peter.”
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