Awakenings

Chapter 7:Show Me

Silence reigned for long moments. The air was richly scented with tangy ocean salt, the musk of wild roses, and the clean scent of fresh green grass. A breeze dallied among the tall grasses, setting them to whispering and pausing to lift Wendy's hair here and there in ethereal tendrils.

Somewhere nearby, a cricket chirped insistently. Chirrup. Chirrup. Chirrup.

Wendy fought the sudden desperate urge to grab her nightdress before her and flee. She could not find her way home alone, even if the fairy dust had given her the ability to fly, and anyway she refused to behave with so little dignity. Having decided to take what pleasure she could from this precious time with Peter Pan, she would not now let missish modesty betray her. She stood firm.

And, anyway, in some small proud part of her heart, she rejoiced at the awe in Peter's eyes.

Peter stared mutely at the pale body which had haunted his dreams for so long. The curves were no longer shrouded in the shadows of the unknown, but instead were clearly illuminated and silvered by the moon and stars. Wendy's body. Wendy's body, revealed at last. Wendy's body, all graceful curves and hollows, all warm and sweet and naked for him.

Peter felt somehow honored. Blessed. Perhaps even unworthy, though he would never admit to the thought. For how could the great Pan be in any way unworthy?

His eyes traveled the length of her body, lingering curiously at the dark triangle of hair where her legs joined. He too had hair there, but she seemed to have more than he, and it was darker.

Quite forgetting their argument and its subject, Peter rose slowly to his feet and came to stand before Wendy, his body tall and lean beside her slim curves. He stood only inches away, and an intensity radiated from him, a humming energy as of power only barely contained.

Peter wet his lips, looking down into Wendy's eyes, and then hesitantly brought his hands to her waist, noticing curiously how his long fingers could easily span that narrow circumference. From her waist, he then allowed his hands to slide downward over her smooth skin, curiously caressing the gentle curve of her hips. Allowing his hands to wander once more upward to cradle her breasts, Peter at last moved slightly to close the distance between their bodies, and leaned his head down to tenderly claim Wendy's lips in a sweetly yearning kiss. With their bodies now pressed together, Peter slid his hands around to Wendy's back, holding her with his arms touching as much of her bare skin as possible.

When Peter trailed his mouth away from Wendy's so that he might nuzzle her neck and ear, Wendy - still attempting to explain away the earlier confusion - murmured breathlessly, "You see ... a woman's body ... is ... made to ... welcome ... a man's ... in the act of love."

Pulling away from Wendy's flesh reluctantly, Peter repeated, "Welcome?" Having quite forgotten their earlier conversation at the first sight of Wendy's naked skin, Peter was vaguely befuddled. What did she mean? And why did he care, when Wendy was warm and willing against him?

Looking up into Peter's eyes, their blue-green color now darkened by passion, Wendy whispered, "A woman takes a man inside her body."

Still distracted by the feel of Wendy's smooth skin subtly rubbing against his with her every slightest movement and barely registering what either of them was saying, Peter leaned down toward her, breathing huskily into her left ear, "Inside? Where?"

Pulling back slightly, Wendy gently took Peter's hand in hers as he watched her quizzically. Holding his gaze the entire time, she guided his hand slowly downward until his palm rested against her triangle of curls, his fingers curving below to rest against some unexpected wet heat between her thighs. At that first gentle contact, Wendy jerked lightly, breathing a small gasp as if the touch of his hand upon her flesh had triggered some unexpected sensation.