Wendy's Peter

Chapter Four

Our lips touched for a split second before we heard Michael and John come pounding up the stairs. I quickly pulled away and stood up, smoothing my hair. Peter did the same. He was looking at me intently. I blushed.

"Wendy! John took two pieces of pizza! I only got one!" Michael whined.

"I was hungry and all you ever eat is one, Michael!" John exclaimed. I rolled my eyes and Peter chuckled. Michael's eyes lit up when he realized Peter was still here.

"Oh! Peter! I saved you a piece!" Michael shoved a half-eaten slice of pizza into Peter's face. Peter eyed the pizza apprehensively.

"You know, Michael, I really appreciate the gesture, but I really think you should eat it..." Peter told him. Michael shrugged and took a bite. I laughed at the exchange.

"So, Peter, how long are you planning on staying?" John asked, turning to Peter. I could tell he was just as enthralled with his presence as Michael...and me.

"Well, uh, I hadn't really thought that one out. I didn't expect any of you to be awake. You never are..." Peter explained, running a hand through his hair. "And I can't leave the Lost Boys for too long. They get...anxious..." he laughed at that.

"Well, you'll at least stay for another hour or so, won't you?" I asked. I tried my best to bat my eyelashes. Peter gazed at me for a long second and nodded. The boys cheered.

"Tell you what, do you guys want to learn how to fly?" We all nodded eagerly and Peter whistled. We watched as a small ball of light appeared from the door and landed on the palm of Peter's hand.

"What's that?!" Michael asked, wide-eyed.

"This is Tinkerbell. She's a fairy and she's my best friend." Peter explained. The small fairy peeked out from behind her wings and eyed us curiously. We stared at her in awe. The little lady was stunning. Her small features were perfect and she glowed beautifully. Peter beamed when he saw how impressed we were.

"Anyway, with a little bit of fairy dust, we'll have you guys flying in no time!" Peter exclaimed, looking at us excitedly. We all smiled back and Tinkerbell hovered above each one of us, shaking her wings and covering us with sparkly powder. I swallowed back the urge to sneeze. Michael wasn't so successful.

"Wendy?" he asked between sneezes, " can you be allergic to fairy dust?" I laughed and shook my head. My mouth gaped open as he started to rise off the ground.

"I'm not sure, Michael..." I stared at him, completely dumbfounded. Peter laughed.

"I think I am..." Michael said miserably. He sneezed again and it shot him up further. I watched as realization slowly crossed his face. He looked at me, bewildered.

"Wendy! Wendy, I'm flying!" I laughed and watched him steady himself in the air.

"Well, I was flying first!" John's voice came from above and I looked up as he waved from the ceiling. He and Michael slowly flew around the room. Tinkerbell darted between them, her fairy dust creating swirls around them.

"Wendy?" Peter whispered. I turned to face him.

"Y...yeah?" His close proximity made me nervous.

"You're flying, too." I looked down. He was right. I was floating high above my bed and Peter was right beside me.

"Oh! I am! Peter! I'm flying! I'm really flying!" I exclaimed. Peter laughed and flew in circles around me. I chased him around the room and laughed as he ducked under light fixtures and ceiling beams. John and Michael could be heard giggling and yelling as they flew throughout the house. I was completely weightless. I was free. I could feel Peter watching me as I closed my eyes and floated in the middle of the room. The feeling was indescribable.

When I opened my eyes to stare at the ceiling, Peter was hovering above me. He was the perfect picture of ease and carelessness. He smiled and got closer when he realized I was staring at him. He searched my eyes, perplexed.

"...what is it?" I asked him. He shrugged lazily, grinning.

"I never finished repaying you for sewing my shadow back on," he stated calmly. I blushed deeply.

"Well, you better fix that." Peter didn't wait any longer; he quickly filled the space between us and kissed me.

Kissing Peter was like nothing I'd ever experienced. For one thing, we were 10 feet off the ground in midair. His body was both on top of me and not. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, but felt no pressure. We were completely weightless. His hands tangled in my hair and we spun around in the air. I was lost in his embrace. I felt Peter smile against my lips and felt the air rush past us as he guided us back down to earth - and my bed. Suddenly I could feel his weight and his touch was fire and electric as I gasped for air.

"Come away with me," Peter whispered across my lips. "Come away with me to Neverland."