Again In Neverland

Chapter 50: Returning

"There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered." -Neldon Mandela

LILITH'S POV:

"Are you serious?"
"Completely." I nodded, my arms wrapped around Peter as we lay on the cave floor under animal pelts.
"People actually eat that?"
I chuckled, "Yes. You wouldn't believe the crazy things people put on their desserts."
"Okay... but cookies and peanut butter?" He asked, wrinkling his nose, "That sounds disgusting."
I sat up, gesturing at him, "Coming from the boy who eats the mushrooms from the forest floor."
He sat up as well, "At least they're natural! And hey! You eat those too!"

I laughed, standing up from our cozy spot and stretching as I yawned, "That's true. But only when I have to. I prefer Alina's recipes over Bubs'. His are always sour."
Peter sprung up, "Yes, yes, I know. You only like sweet things."
I smiled, leaning over and kissing him briefly, "You bet I do."

I never tired of our kisses. Each was different, and each filled with a unique passion. Peter was always fragile with me. Treating me as if I was a porcelain doll. It didn't bother me so much. In fact, it was quite sweet. I figured that maybe, after everything that happened, he had it stuck in his mind that I was worn thin and easily broken. I had no doubt in my mind that he knew I was strong, but I could see why he was afraid nonetheless.

As our kiss deepend, Peter tilted me backwards, sort of like all those couples in old fashioned movies. I had my arms tightly holding each other behind his neck, to prevent from falling, when I felt the small crown Peter had made me slipping off my head, I unlocked my hands to catch the falling crown. I lost my grip and went falling down, Peter falling with me.

I landed on the rock, not as hard as I had assumed, and Peter landed on top of me. We took one look at each other, and burst into hysterics.

"You fell!" Peter rolled.
"You fell on me!" I defended, laughter tears in my eyes.

I pushed Peter over, now leaning my face over his and pressing my hands on his chest, "How dare you laugh at a Princess!"
Peter gasped, putting a hand over mine, "Forgive me, Your Highness. I offer you my sincerest apologies."
"Is that so?"
"Of course, Your Majesty. If there is anything you wish me to do in order to prove this to you, say the word and it shall be done."

I held back a giggle, and put a finger to my chin as if I was contemplating. I decided I was going to pull a 'Queen of Hearts' from Alice In Wonderland.
"Dear boy," I grinned, "I only wish for one thing... your heart."
Peter's face softened. He took one of my hands in his and placed it on his exposed chest. Soon enough, I could feel the soft thumping beneath my finger tips.
"My dear Princess," He shook his head, looking into my eyes, "It is already yours."

I couldn't help the goofy grin that spread on my face at his words. Boys back in Australia would never say things like this. At best they would pass a comment on my butt and call it a compliment, but not Peter. Peter was a gentleman, through and through, and he certainly knew how to captivate me.

I leaned down and gently kissed the bare spot on his chest where his heart was. Then I took his hand and placed it over my heart as well.
"You feel that?" I asked him, tears welling in my eyes.
He nodded.
"It belongs to you. Will you keep it safe for me while I'm gone?"
Peter sat up on his elbows, gripping my hand, "Always."

I leaned down and kissed him again, putting my hands on either side of his adorable face. The fact that Peter was so admirable alone would have been enough to make me fall for him, but on top of that he was so stinking cute. It was honestly a win win situation. Wonderful personality plus adorable face equals the perfect boy. And he was all mine.