Peter's Lily (Sequel to Pan's Tiger)

Chapter 27: The Outcomes of Risking your Life

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'Think you'd be more comfortable out of these clothes,' Pan said simply, dropping my hand at the entrance to the doorway to his bedroom and wandering over to a chest of drawers in the corner. He rummaged through it for a moment, before turning and carelessly tossing something weightless into my arms. I caught it and felt a lump caught in my throat. It was one of Peter's shirts.

'Change quickly, you must be tired after that terrifying adventure with the pirates,' He mused, suggestively raising an eyebrow to study my response carefully.

My breath caught for a moment as he was hinting that it was not a legitimate kidnapping. Pan wasn't a complete idiot, he understood the complexity of my thinking and that most things happened for a reason, except he wouldn't outwardly accuse me of such things with no proof.

Realising this answer required perfect planning, I used my smile step-by-step guide to plan my answer to avoid Peter Pan's wrath that works every time:
1. Agree with what he said.
2. Flatter him.
3. Make up an excuse.

Quickly, I pushed him away from this suspicion.

'Naturally, I barely slept in fear.' Rule 1. A lie.

'I was so pleased you came to rescue me.' Rule 2. An enormous lie.

'I was just surprised that you would suggest me wearing this shirt.' Rule 3. Not a lie.

Pan didn't respond, instead he returned to changing and lifted up his shirt, unnecessarily slowly, over his head.

My throat went dry as my eyes quickly, unfortunately rather unsubtly, scanned over his bare chest. He was entirely lean muscle and a chiseled abdomen with broad shoulders and long, muscular arms. My heart rate escalated and I bit my lip to hinder my reactions.

Peter noticed my momentarily staring at him and raised a perfect eyebrow, smirking, 'Like what you see, Tiger?'

Not wanting to encourage this kind of behaviour any more from him, because my attitude to him was that he wasn't my husband, I suppressed the urge to snap back a response. My gaze returned to the shirt lying on his bed once again, as if nothing had happened.

Peter chuckled, but didn't say anything to annoy me more.

I slipped off my favourite animal skinned dress delicately and carefully, trying hard not to spoil the precious material. Peter had told me that there were very few dresses remaining in the Indian village as most of it had been burnt down. He had suggested to me that he returned to his original world to collect some clothes for me, but I inspected what Henry was wearing and said no. The clothes of that world didn't appeal to me with weird trousers and "shoes" on your feet and modern clothes that weren't made from animal skins, but from highly flammable materials.

I could feel Pan's gaze on me and regretted not changing while he was, to lessen this. His eyes followed the shape of my body like a cold touch, which was only hidden beneath flimsy, almost transparent Indian undergarments. I shivered with a mixture of repulsion at the way he looked at me, with fear and with the cold.

Pan wore a husky smirk on his lips and his eyes briefly twitched into a frown, his eyes finally focused on my face to study my reaction to his reaction.

'Take a picture, it'll last longer,' I said quickly, my eyes meeting Pan's, who looked curious and bemused. Quickly, it returned to its usual triumphant smile.

'I don't need to, we have forever in Neverland and you will last longer than we could ever want, Tiger Lily.'

I swallowed sharply, my eyes narrowing at my expression turning into an ugly glare. Kissing was one thing, but I refused to let him look at me like I was a piece of meat. 'Maybe we don't need forever.'