Friends Apart

Chapter 18

Wendy glanced up lovingly towards Peter and gave his knuckle a stroke of her hand. "Mmm, you're warm." Peter reclined onto his stomach, leveling his face with Wendy's. He smiled softly at her. Wendy looked up and smiled at Peter, holding her arms behind her head. Then, she gave his nose a playful smack. Peter laughed and wrinkled his nose. "...This is so exciting." He sighed, running the back of two fingers over her tummy. Wendy placed her hands over Peter's fingers and held them gently to her stomach. "I can't wait until we get to meet this child, you know? Until we both get to chance to hold it, let it see it's parents's faces finally." Peter agreed enthusiastically, wondering where they would be in nine months' time. "If it's anything like you, it'll be very beautiful." He teased. Wendy rested her folded arms against the middle of the bridge of Peter's nose and leaned against him with a loving grin. "If this child's going to be anything like you, you'll have a little one crawling all over you." "Mm. However will I manage?" he asked sardonically. Whenever Peter opened his mouth against her moist, hot air seeped through the fabric of her shirt. A small shiver found Wendy's spine when his speech rattled through her bones and his breath washed over bare skin beneath a shirt that stood no chance as a barrier. "Your breath's gonna get me all wet, you silly boy." She gave his a playful poke in the side of his nose. Peter smiled deviously. "Wouldn't be the first time." "Oh you devious..." Wendy gave his nose yet another smack but wound up laughing with reddened cheeks from his insinuation. A hearty chuckle intermingled with Wendy's voice. It was a beautiful sort of harmony, to their ears anyway. But neither would step back to focus on that for months to come. Though a few seconds tardy, Peter lifted a finger and swatted her hand away. Naturally, being the little imp she was, Wendy felt the need to grin and smack his finger back the crawl up onto his nose and just sit there. "Smack me all you want, you'll never catch me unless I let you." She scrambled up his face then into his hair where she then slid down his neck into the back of his shirt. "You think so, huh?" Peter rolled his shoulders involuntarily when tiny hands and knees pressed into the skin of his back. "Dear?" Wendy spoke after recovering from rolling down his back a small ways when Peter had moved his shoulder. "I know so." An idea struck her and she giggled, before gently rubbing his back. Peter let out a sharp gasp, arching his back when a sudden tiny pressure coursed through a pinpoint of his skin. He felt Wendy tumble away form the spot a ways. "Wendy..." He grunted, a playful smile alighting his face. He immediately reached behind him and under his shirt, searching for her. Now came the fun part: avoiding Peter's hand for as long as she could. The large appendage barely grazed her so she ducked down beneath it, ran for his rear then gave a smack, grinning triumphantly before sliding off his body. "Gonna have to try harder than that, Peter!" She dashed around the young man and hopped into his satchel. "You better run, cause if I catch you..." Peter sat up, scanning the area around him. A faint rustling came from the half-open bag laying on the floor. Feeling confident he had her this time, He picked up the satchel. A yelp left the bag when Peter had snatched followed by a rather loud and very annoyed 'Awww' when the young man lifted the young woman within the bag up into his lap. "You got lucky! And you still haven't got me yet!" she taunted and prepared to run and hide a bit inside the satchel. Peter gave the bag a quick shake. "Shouldn't be long now..." He unclasped it, then peered inside, pushing clothes, papers, and various personal belonging aside on top to try and glimpse her. Whilst she'd had quite the lead before, the shaking like an earthquake set her off balance and she fell flat on her butt. Wendy used quick thinking and ducked behind Peter's drinking flask, crouching there. "...Seriously?" He chuckled. It had been a whole minute of rummaging around. As time ticked on, he became a little less careful with his groping. One by one, he began to remove the items from the bag. Logic stated that once everything was out, only Wendy would be left. Wendy's options for hiding were quickly running out. Desperate, she pressed herself to the side of his back, hoping he'd overlook her. This was seriously fun. Peter shook out his articles of clothing to make sure she wasnt clinging to them. The back of his hand pressed against something diminutive and unmistakably flesh, and his eyes lit up. "It's about time!" He closed his hand completely around Wendy to protect her as he hastily withdrew her from the bottom of his bag. "You are way too good at that." He arched a brow at her as he uncurled his grasp at chest level.  Wendy stood up and brushed herself off before crossing her arms, grinning up at Peter and giving her hair a toss. "Either that or you're just terrible at finding me." she taunted. Peter gave her a look and blew on her gently, her hair falling partially across her face.  "Doubtful." He insisted. "And you know... I think you owe me." Wendy's eyes creased at the gust of breath cast across her like powerful wind caused by the great lungs of her incredibly large husband. She crossed her arms and lifted a brow. "And what would you have in mind for my little debt to yours, Peter?" Peter raised her closer. His lips brushed her delicate ear and prepared to whisper his intent. But before she could make out what he wanted, she fell asleep. "Wendy, love." Peter nudged Wendy's sleeping form into his other palm. He stood, cradled his wife like the treasure she was. "Mmuhh.." Wendy let out a string of incoherencies as she wrapped her body around Peter's thumb and clung to sleep stubbornly. Peter shrugged his shoulders with a smile, like the saying went, 'If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.' He settled down on his bed and held her close, humming softly until he nodded off right beside her