Friends Apart

Chapter 14

Wendy blinked…a flush of warmth spreading across her cheeks when Peter rose to his feet…the swell of music soft…yet loud to her despite the unexpected thundering of her heartbeat in her ears. She felt a shiver of thrill race along her spine and a twinge of nerves in her belly…but a warm chuckle from her lover set her at ease and she lifted her eyes to see him standing over her, his hand outstretched in request. She knew what he was asking…but a coy smile danced over her lips and the young woman gave him a playfully innocent look… She wanted to hear him actually ask… Peter seemed to gather her meaning…and the human rolled his dark chocolate brown eyes towards the starlit sky in a silent laugh…before he smiled at her…and in his most charming of tones spoke… "May I have this dance?"…. He grinned and presented his hand again, even offering her a hand up as a proper gentleman should with an extended finger. Wendy's blush only deepened when he confirmed her thoughts....and she pursed her lips in thought, teasing him as she dragged out giving an answer…before calmly reaching out to take hold of of his fingertip, rising from her seat with a fluid grace that was only possible from those years of dance lessons. 
Moving like that in a dress normally would have had her tripping head over heels in the furthest thing from beauty possible. A simple, but elegant gown of deep blue that hugged her curves with just the right amount of tease while still modestly covering her figure. Something sweet and flattering, but also enough to get Peter blushing when she’d shown him before their departure. Luckily though, she managed to move about fine enough….stepping away from the table…jeweled earrings chiming softly with her movements as she lifted her dress to step up into the hold of Peter's palm. She noticed the boys dancing with a few Indian girls, but was surprised when Peter walked right past it to a little clearing under the stars. She held tightly to Peter's finger as he moved. "Wanted some space that was all our own…" The human rumbled softly, leaving the doors open so the music  drifted out to them on their private little dance floor. "Oh, yes….I like this better..." She laughed, winking up at her love, hugging his finger a bit closer …until she was lifted closer to his face and traded his fingertip for his nose once it was within reach, wrapping her arms around the tip and nuzzling against the bridge… "Much, much better..." " Hmm, I thought so…" Peter chuckled, feeling his tiny wife latch onto his nosetip the moment she could and he thrummed deeply in his chest, nuzzling at her with care as he cradled her close and he began to slowly move in the steps of a slow dance, swaying gently with the music. They danced in silence for a while, sometimes exchanging sweet sighs or purrs, nuzzling one another in tender affection, listening to the soft swing of the music as the song ended and another played along… But after the second piece, Wendy felt herself moved away, pulled back from her husband with care and she blinked, looking up to him as he knelt down in the middle of the clearing. It was only when he set her own on the ground that she realized how much chillier it was outside than she’d initially thought. Being pressed up so close to Peter and his warmth had held nip of the air away, but now that she was away from his body she could feel the cold… "Peter?..." She looked to him in question as he still towered over her, even when knelt down… But the young man only winked, dark chocolate brown eyes bright with a teasing, yet tender glow as he reached into his pocket to pull something that looked to be white colored out…and slip it into his mouth. Wendy could only assume it to be a sort of shrinking spell…and within 10 seconds her assumption was proven correct as Peter's immense form began to dwindle in size….going from being a towering human, to a much more manageable and easily cuddle sized human, standing over her by only a matter of several inches instead of a hundred feet. "I just thought…… maybe a real dance would be nice…" He rose to his feet, a blush of his own tingeing the fair skin of his face as he stepped towards her once more to pull her to him. He hadn’t missed her slight shiver and he was quick to take her hand, slipping an arm around her waist to pull her close to his chest and his warmth once more as a new song began to play…. Wendy blinked at her husband, but a soft light of love touched her eyes an she smiled to him, touched by his gesture. She knew the boy didn’t prefer to surrender his pride when there were others present…but for him to be willing to do anything for her was something that would never cease to warm her heart. "I am starting to quite like your thinking, Peter..." She purred deeply as his large fingers closed over hers, bringing her warmth as he pulled her close and she gladly molded herself against his strong frame, cuddling close to place her head atop his broad chest. Peter hummed before leading Wendy back to the hideout and held her against the wall. A gasp fell from her lips as her back hit the trunk of a large wall, allowing Peter to trap her in his arms. And before she could comprehend it, his lips were on hers and his hands were gripping her hips and all coherent thought had fled her mind in a melted heap. Her arms wound around his neck as he peppered kisses down her jaw and neck. Her head fell back to allow him better access, her breath fleeing her lungs in heavy pants, her fingers tangling in his bold red hair. His hands skimmed down her sides, grazing over her rear before gripping the backs of her thighs. In a second, he lifted her into the air, spreading her legs enough for her to wrap them around his waist. He hummed in satisfaction as the movement allowed him to further pin her to the wall, keeping her trapped. Not that she had any intention of leaving this position even if she could. His teeth grazed the base of her neck and she shuddered, biting her lip to stifle a moan. He could hear her hesitation and he frowned. "Wendy, if it hurts, tell me and I'll stop." She nodded wordlessly, too lost in the sensation of his hands slipping under her blouse and rubbing her bare sides to form a proper response. He growled against her neck, dragging his tongue across her skin. The he was suddenly biting down on her neck where it met her shoulder. Her mouth fell open in silent pleasure. He began sucking on that spot and she couldn't hold back anymore. A rather loud moan, a mix of all the moans she'd been holding back, ripped through her lips as her head fell back against the wall. Using her legs around his waist as leverage, he wrapped his arms around her middle and pulled her away from the wall. Before she could ask, she were lying on the titanic sized bed ground with Peter hovering above her, still nestled between her legs. He gripped the top of her shirt with both hands and starting unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her chest. He unbuckled her corset and tossed it aside, letting her shirt fall open to expose her entire front. She wasn't shy, not anymore. He pinned her hands above her head, leaning down to pepper kisses across her chest. Wendy arched her back, offering him more of her torso, and he grinned. He removed her blouse altogether, leaving her torso completely bare. He then dipped his head and took one of her breasts into his mouth, swirling his tongue around her hardening nipple. She whimpered at the sensation, an unfamiliar heat tingling between her legs. He pulled back long enough to murmuer, "Louder, Wendy," before going back to attending her breast. When he began sucking, her walls broke and she moaned shamelessly. She had tried to hold it in, to make him work for it, but it didn't take much for him to have her writhing in pleasure beneath him. He trailed kisses down her torso, pausing to nibble here and there, leaving love marks all over her skin. When he got to her waist he slid her skirt and underwear off. "We're a little uneven," she panted, though she didn't really mind. He released her hands, allowing her to slide them under his tunic. Her hands gently glided across his toned torso, and she grinned when she felt him shudder under her touch. He helped her pull the shirt from his head before prying off his pants and boxers, leaving them both equally nude. He settled between her legs again, pinning her arms above her head. She responded eagerly when he leaned down to capture her lips, tugging her lower lip between his teeth. She groaned softly as he began sucking on her lip, using it to distract her while he pushed into her. She moaned shamelessly as he filled her. He grinned against her mouth as he began thrusting and she no longer held back her sounds of approval. Her legs returned to their original position around his waist, allowing him to plunge into her at a better angle, hitting her spot with every thrust. She moaned with every movement of his hips, lifting her own hips to meet him and add to the pleasure. He groaned softly, burying his face in her neck, biting the skin there. Keeping her hands pinned with one of his, his other hand tangled in her hair, roughly pulling it. She moaned in surprise as he used the leverage to tilt her head back, giving him more access to leave marks. His thrusts sped up, building that knot inside her. She could feel something tightening but she didn't want the sensations to end. "You're mine," he growled into her ear, taking the lobe between his teeth. She nodded as best she could, her hands digging into the blanket above her head. She couldn't hold back her noises of pleasure if she tried. Every breath she took ended in a sound falling from her lips, no matter how loud. That was the effect Peter was starting to have on her. She just couldn't be quiet. "I love hearing you," he groaned, soft moans falling from his lips in tune with hers. A couple more well-angled and very rough thrusts and she came undone. The knot inside her burst, her orgasm overwhelming her. She practically screamed as Peter continued slamming into her, helping her through her orgasm. His followed soon after and he buried himself inside her, his face in her neck. She panted heavily as his hips slowed to a stop and he collapsed on top of her. He released her hands and she rested one on his head, playing with his hair. Wendy was a panting mess beneath him, one hand tangling in his hair. He lifted his head to press a lazy kiss to her lips. He then reluctantly pulled out, moving to lie down beside her. She rolled into her side, pressing her chest to his. He had one arm beneath her head, acting as her pillow, while the other wrapped around her waist, tugging her as close as physically possible. They both fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, satisfied and loved.