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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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As soon as Peter’s eyes opened, his body screamed in pain. Feeling instead of looking, he knew his body was torn up and it would take him awhile to recover from this state. He glanced to his side and his heart soared when he saw Wendy asleep, her arm draped across his chest. Peter sat up ever so slowly, feeling his face and examining his body. This last attack had almost done it. He couldn’t keep this up. Sooner or later, Hook was going to kill him. And Wendy….his poor Wendy had been taken right in front of him, again and again. Peter looked around for the waistcoat she had been wearing and found a thin blanket lying on the floor next to a tray of food. He gently draped it across Wendy and pushed back a strand of hair, not wishing to wake her. She moaned in her sleep and whispered his name. Peter couldn’t help but smile as his hand slipped into hers and she squeezed. Deciding he better not try to stand, he pulled the tray closer to him and took a long drink of water. His throat felt like it was coated with glass. Come to that, his body felt like there were shards of glass all over. Each movement caused him agony and he winced as he felt his shoulder bone poking out. Wendy must have cleaned him up and bandaged what she could. Peter lifted the glass again but his weak hands couldn’t hold it and it went crashing to the floor. Wendy sat straight up and looked around, her eyes widening.
“Oh, Peter!” Peter braced himself for her arms flinging themselves around him but she held herself back. He sighed, wishing he could hold her, wishing he could lift her into his arms and kiss her from head to toe. She gently touched his cheek and his eyes closed at her touch.
“I thought I’d lost you,” she whispered.
“Takes more than that to get rid of me,” he said quietly, winking at her. Wendy couldn’t help but laugh, as grateful tears streamed down her face. She moved closer to him, knowing she couldn’t touch him but still wanting to be near him. Peter grasped her hand and kissed it.
“It’s all thanks to you, my sweet. You nursed me back to health, didn’t you?”
“I wouldn’t say back to health,” her eyes scanned his body and she blinked back tears. “But I cleaned you up and bandaged you where I could. You developed a fever a few days back and I thought you would die for sure. Oh thank god you’re alive!” Peter leaned forward, despite his screaming body, and kissed her. Her hands were hesitant and gentle as they cupped his face and she leaned in closer so that he was not leaning over so much. He felt himself harden at her touch and broke the kiss abruptly.
“I’m afraid I’m in no condition to fly with you tonight, love.” Wendy looked down and saw the tiny bit of material covering his cock rising ever so slightly and she understood. Slipping her hand into his, she moved away slightly to give him a bit of room. She watched him eat, still thankful that he was alive.
“Peter, what did you say to Hook to make him order that on you?” Peter didn’t answer; instead, he stared at his food and ate in silence. Wendy sighed.
“Tink and the boys are alive,” Peter’s gaze snapped back to her. “They’re afraid but they’re safe. Hook hasn’t done anything to them. Tinkerbell tried to rescue them and got caught. She’s hanging in a lantern near their cage.”
“Poor Tink. She hates lanterns. I used to put her in one whenever she annoyed me.” Wendy smiled slightly and continued.
“John seems to think Mr. Smee might help us. He’s been visiting the boys every day and giving him reports on us.”
“What does he say,” Peter asked quickly.
“He just tells them we’re alive,” she said patiently. Peter looked back down.
“I don’t trust anyone, Wendy, save for you. But I do know we have to find a way out of here soon. I’m not likely to survive another attack like that one.” He winced as he readjusted, his back in complete agony. “I wish Tink was free…her pixie dust works wonders on sores and injuries.”
“Tinkerbell has healing powers?”
“Oh she can’t heal completely but it came in handy with all the scratches and bruises I got. It just helps with the pain a bit, that’s all.”
“Well I’m sure I can ask Mr. Smee to get some for you then,” Wendy jumped to her feet but Peter pulled her back down.
“Don’t leave me,” he said sharply. Wendy stared at him and Peter sighed, leaning his forward and resting on Wendy’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, Wendy. I just don’t want you out of my sight. I know I can’t intervene if someone tries to…but please, just…just stay with me for now.” Wendy nodded and Peter settled himself in her lap. She ran her fingers through his hair and stroked his cheek while he slowly drifted off to sleep.
The door opened a little while later and Wendy feared it would be Hook but she sighed with relief when Smee walked in.
“How’s he doing today?”
“Better. He woke up and ate something, now he’s gone back to sleep. Mr Smee, do you think you might bring me a small bag of pixie dust?”
“Pixie dust? Whatever for? Now I’m not helping you escape out of here-“
“No, no. Tinkerbell has healing powers. That is, her dust can heal some of the pain. He’s in so much pain, Mr. Smee, please. Just a pinch of dust to help him.” Smee rubbed his hands together nervously.
“I’ll do what I can, Miss.” He gathered the tray and retreated from the room. Peter shook in his sleep, whispering her name in panic. She lay a hand on his cheek and softly whispered in his ear. Moments later, he calmed down, only to be visited by yet another nightmare. Wendy sighed heavily, wondering when their nightmare would end. And if they would survive it.
Smee entered the room around mid-day and shook Wendy gently to wake her. She looked around frantically for Peter, then realized he still slept in her arms.
“Oh Mr. Smee, I’m sorry I must have fallen asleep.”
“As you should. I know you stayed awake at that boy’s side for days. I brought you this.” He handed her a tiny velvet pouch, no bigger than her palm. “When I told Miss Bell it was to help with Peter’s wounds, she dumped it in my hands. It’s not much but I’m afraid too much would make you both fly and then—“

he didn’t finish but Wendy understood. She grasped his hand and smiled.
“Thank you so much.” He quickly nodded and left the room. Wendy weighed the pouch in her hand and sighed. It wasn’t a lot but it should help some at least. She pushed Peter’s hair out of his eyes and kissed him gently on the lips. Peter’s hand went behind her neck and pulled her closer, deepening their kiss. His mouth slid open, welcoming her tongue against his. Without touching him much, Wendy responded to his kisses and started kissing all over his face. His eyes slowly opened and he grinned broadly.
“Now that is a wonderful way to wake up in the morning.” Wendy smiled down at him.
“I didn’t expect you to kiss back but I suppose you were having a very sweet dream.” Peter blushed a little, a sight Wendy was still not used to.
“Perhaps. Perhaps it was just us alone in our bedroom and I was teasing you with my tongue, bringing you to the point of such delicious ecstacy—“
“Peter Pan!” she exclaimed, hitting him extremely softly. He grinned and sat up, groaning.
“Here’s the pixie dust. It’s not much but Smee is afraid too much might help us fly away and then he’d be in real trouble.” Peter opened it up and looked inside.
“When did you get this?”
“He brought it to me awhile ago. I didn’t know what hurt the most so I wanted to wait until you were awake to decide.”
“Definitely my shoulders. And my back. They seem to be the worst.” Wendy slowly turned him and sprinkled the dust evenly on his back. She gasped when the wounds started to close and the flesh repaired itself.
“It really is magic!”
“All this time in Neverland and you’re just now realizing it’s magic?”
“No, I knew there was magic. I’m just amazed to see how quickly you’re healing. What else hurts?” Peter indicated the marks around his neck, made from the ropes and Wendy sprinkled some dust, making it disappear. He popped his neck and took a deep breath.
“Much better. I’m wondering if we should save some. You know, just in case Hook does his worst again.” Wendy looked into the pouch and saw there were only a few specks left and reluctantly, she agreed. She wanted to heal Peter completely but understood the truth of his words.
“If you’re sure…”
“It’s doesn’t hurt as much anymore, don’t worry. You took care of the worst parts. The rest are bumps and bruises and I’m used to those.” Wendy’s eyes traveled over his body and saw many marks that were not just bumps and bruises but she remained silent, as she closed the pouch and hid it in a dark corner next to the wall.
“Besides,” Peter said slyly, grabbing Wendy’s hands and pulling her down to him, “your kisses are better healing power than anything I could ever get.”
“Now Peter,” Wendy pretended to scold him, “whatever results from my kissing you is not my fault.” Peter quickly lowered her onto her back and lingered over her body.
“If you’re not hurting too much…I need you tonight. I need to feel myself inside you so I can remind myself that you’re mine and no one else’s.” Wendy frowned slightly and her hand rested on his cheek.
“Is that what you’re afraid of? That I’d leave you?”

“Not willingly but…oh Wendy, just fly with me tonight. It’s when I’m with you that I forget what’s happening to us.” Wendy captured his mouth and he responded with utmost urgency. She loved that he referred to their love making as ‘flying’. Flying had been Peter’s favorite thing in the world…now he believed he found a new favorite past time. Wendy’s fingers clutched at his hair as he slowly entered her. Moving slowly, not feeling the need to rush anything, their bodies moved as one while he relished the feeling of being melded to her. He leaned down and kissed her again, nipping at her neck and lavishing her throat with his tongue. Wendy hooked her legs around Peter’s thighs and increased her pace, hoping he would follow suit. They moved faster and faster, still keeping in rhythm with each other. Peter threw his head back and closed his eyes. Neverland, she was incredible! Peter reached down to where they were joined together and pressed his thumb gently against her opening. She screamed out his name and that cocky smile danced on his lips, loving the fact that he could do that to her. Using his hands and his cock to bring her over the edge, she came with a long moan of pleasure. Moments later, he emptied himself inside her, and rested his head on her sweaty breast. They were both panting and neither of them wanted to move. They lay there in each other’s arms and drifted off to a peaceful sleep.
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