[Peter Pan/ Robbie Kay Imagines]

Cookies and Tea

"I do enjoy your company Y/N. You have been such a delightful guest." Robbie says, the words balancing on his tongue ever so slowly. His voice lingers into my ears in such a beautiful way, that the feeling in my stomach never ceases.

I blush, looking down at my coral coloured dress with such adoration, I hide away from him. "The pleasure is all mine, it is such a lovely evening. I do enjoy a calm walk in the back garden." I reply, my eyes still looking down at my dress. I hear his chuckle vibrating off the pavements, as I feel his fingers enlace in mine. The blush in my cheeks stay on my cheeks, as I look at our intertwined fingers with such fascination.

"Y/N you look absolutely lovely at this hour." He smiles, looking down at our fingers as we keep walking down a small stone path, going deeper in the back garden. "Why thank you Mr Kay, although I do look like a bit disheveled from dancing." I say, trying to be as composed as possible from the warm feeling within me.

"Do not be so modest. You truthfully do look almost ravishing." He chuckles, look forward as we walk. I mimic his actions, breathing in the crisp London air with such feeling. "Ravishing? Am I a piece of food from tea?" I tease, leaning into Robbie's shoulder, allowing the feeling of happiness wave over me. "If you count that you are sweet and lovely. Then yes, I would like you are part of tea." He plays, chuckling at his own response.

Humming, I enjoy letting my head rest on his shoulders as we stop to look at the bright moon shining down on us. "Well. I sure do not taste like a biscuit, or slice of cake." I tsk. Fighting the warmth that is escaping to my cheeks. He slowly moves outwards and let's go of my hand, his eyes fixing on me with such desire in the orbs.

I shy away in embarrassment, letting my eyes wander towards his with the same amount of feeling. He takes one step forward, so his body is lightly touching against mine, so that his breath fans against my neck and his lips is just a mere inch away. "Let's just see about that." He breathes out, as he leans in so his lips just skim over my own.

I gasp, as he fully leans in to place his lips onto my own and deepen it. I feel his hands on my waist as his lips mould with mine, my arms coming up to wrap around his neck to deepen the kiss and move with his movements.

It is a blissful and exotic feeling as the burn between both of us alights, creating such a wonderful feeling of passion within me. His lips are so ever delicate on my own as we fight the urge to keep going, but as he pulls away, with hands on my waist and a smile tugging on my lips, I hear the words.

"You taste wonderful"