Neverland, Wiser Than Us All

We Have Time

Once past the tree line, Peter wasn't sure where to head. He honestly hadn't thought beyond the ceremony at all. All he knew was that he wanted Wendy entirely to himself for a day or two. Luckily Wendy had her wits about her, and had asked Trell to prepare a space for them.

Trell had set them in the first shelter that Peter had ever built on the island. It was far away from where the boys lived now, this space was closer to the beach. It was a rough little cottage but it was charming, warm and private. Walking through the door Peter saw that Trell had also brought food and blankets. Even started a fire.

For the first time Peter was exceptionally grateful that Trell had been practically a grown man when he came to the island a little over a year ago. He had experience of the outside world that could only match Peter or Wendy's knowledge. And Peter hadn't been in the world of men for a long time. Though sometimes Trell's experience with young women and the like made him a bad influence, Peter couldn't sing his praises enough in this moment.

Wendy sighed heavily and untied the cloak at her neck, hanging it on the wall. "These cloaks, Peter, they're beautiful, are they part of a different ceremony?" Peter nodded untying his cloak as well. Wendy still stood by the door. "A ceremony from where?"

"My home country. I've never been to a wedding before, so I wanted to share what I knew with you."

"Ah, so that's where the beautiful bit with the string came in." She sighed wistfully. "I loved that part." Wendy looked very raw away for a long moment, entirely unmoving. "Peter...how old are you?"

Peter looked up, surprised. He had sat to take off his shoes, but stopped abruptly. "What?"

Wendy looked bashful and began to fidget with her hands. "I just...well, I'm technically of age, but I haven't...this is all very new to me. Though I am poor I have always been a proper lady. Do you understand?" Though Peter didn't he decided to nod, seeing that she was slightly distressed.

When all of a sudden...he got it. In his camp there would have been a mother or father to explain this next piece to her and to himself. Wendy had grown up without parents, so he supposed her knowledge was more limited. Even if Peter had been an outcast, he had still grown up with boys his age. He at least knew the logistics of what was to come. But they had all the time in the world. Wendy feeling safe was the most important thing.

Peter unlaced his shoes slowly and laid them on the ground near the bed. He had already removed his cloak, and took this time to remove his crown. Wendy was just watching him. She held her breath as he moved slowly towards her and he smiled slightly as he reached his hands up to remove her circlet.

"Wendy Darling, you must be exhausted." His voice was low and comforting. Wendy began breathing again.

Peter led her gently to the bed and sat her down, then kneeled to remove her shoes. Wendy wasn't breathing again. Breathing was turning into a luxury. He pulled them off slowly and set them near his at the end of the bed.

He sat behind her, and to the best of his ability unravelled her hair, running his hands through it. Sending shivers down Wendy's spine. He moved her hair to the side and kissed her shoulder. Then he moved to sit beside her at the edge of the bed. Peter took his beloved's hands in his and looked her tenderly in the eyes. He reached up and brought their foreheads together, and they just sat there, eyes closed breathing for a moment. Peter took a deep breath in. His voice was very low and quiet now. "We have time. You don't have to do anything that you don't --" Wendy placed a finger on his lips, stopping him mid sentence. Then she leaned in, and kissed him.