Awakenings

Chapter 2: At the Window

As has been mentioned, time in Neverland works differently than it does in other places. Sometimes, it flows more slowly, but at other times it flows very quickly indeed.

And so it was that Peter Pan and Tinker Bell arrived at the Darlings' home with little idea of how much time had passed. Neither of them cared much for the concept of time, and so they understood it very little.

Peter did notice that Wendy no longer slept in the nursery, for he peered in at that familiar window and saw only a great many beds and boys and swords and books and tin soldiers and various toys scattered quite carelessly about the floor. The Lost Boys, now quite obviously found again, slept soundly, snoring side-by-side with John and Michael.

But there was no Wendy.

Flying round to one of the home's other windows, Peter saw Wendy's parents in their bed, though they did not snore nearly so loudly as the boys in the nursery. Mrs. Darling, in fact, snored only the very gentlest and sweetest of snores, barely audible at all. It was quite a charming snore, in fact.

Mr. Darling, on the other hand, snored a very business-like snore, very serious and respectable. He snored as if his family's happiness depended upon him snoring correctly. It was the most responsible snore that Peter had ever heard, and he found it quite horrible.

And so Peter and Tinker Bell flew round to yet another of the Darling home's upstairs windows, and there at last they found Wendy, lying in her bed, not snoring at all. From his place outside the window, Peter could see that her soft lips were slightly parted, her long lashes resting gently upon her cheeks, her shining brown hair spread out upon the white pillow. Forgetting Tink's presence, Peter found himself wanting to go to Wendy just as he had done in his dreams, and so he pushed upward on the window.

But the window was latched.

Tink giggled at him, making Peter glance guiltily toward her, embarrassed that he had been observed. Looking back into the room, Peter fretted. Had Wendy latched the window purposely to keep him out? Was it because of his dreams? Was she offended? Did she know about his strange feelings? Did she know that he had been thinking about her?

He hovered at the window, pressing his hands to the glass and peering through for a long time, just watching Wendy sleep. Eventually, Tinker Bell became bored and began pulling on locks of his hair, urging him to return with her to Neverland. And so, with one last longing glance through the window, Peter turned and flew away once more.

The dreams did not stop, however.

Sometimes they changed slightly, so that as he lay atop her Peter's lips trailed across Wendy's face and to her neck, tasting her skin. In his dreams, her skin was sweet as honey and he could not taste her enough. Sometimes, too, her legs would move beneath his, rubbing against him softly and slowly.

Those dreams always ended with the lightning strike, with the pounding of his heart and the strange white substance upon his stomach.

As time went on, Peter became somewhat less frightened of the dreams, and in fact at length began to anticipate them quite eagerly. He was still uncertain of what was happening to him, but he had at last accepted that this mysterious change had its merits. The lightning strike being the best of these, of course.

He returned often to Wendy's window, usually leaving Tinker Bell behind in Neverland, lest she either grow bored or observe him in some embarrassing situation. Peter hovered outside the Darlings' home, watching Wendy through the glass, thinking of how she had felt against him in his dreams, and often his body reacted, growing hard and heated between his legs, just as was sometimes the case when he woke early from his dreams of her.