❖ "This belongs to me and always will."
send me a ❖ and my muse will kiss yours.
"This belongs to me, and always will.”
His voice was low, harsh and smooth and calm and unnerving. It was a promise, but more than that. It was a statement dipped in the perfume of a threat. She knew he meant it. Something flickered in his eyes that made her lips part, made her second-guess what she was going to say. Wendy wondered how long she’d been staring at him, bark digging itself between her shoulder blades and back. She swallowed, the heat of his hand ever so lightly on her hip burning her skin, her cheeks rosy like a long night by the fire. The words sounded familiar, and she nodded, trying to recall them. Had she said them once too? Admitted to him she was his? It’d been so long that she couldn’t be sure. She didn’t realize, if she had, what it had meant.
"I know, Peter," she whispered, her eyes falling to his mouth. She expected him to smirk, maybe even to grin. He just continued to stare at her for what felt like the first days of an eternity, dragging on, a weight on their shoulders.
She wondered if Neverland if his “this” included her. It made her stomach clench and her head spin to realize a part of her hoped it had.
"You’re mine, Wendy.”
"I know."
"You know?"
"Yes, Peter, I know.”
She could feel his gaze soften as it continued to make her blush and just generally uncomfortable. Silence came back from its short break.
Wendy had to stand on her tiptoes, but she kissed him anyway. It was gentle. It was soft. It was also brief. It was also brave. It was also the first time Peter’s knees had ever felt so weak. She confused him more than her want to leave Neverland. It made realize for the first time that Wendy was no toy. Toys didn’t play back, or say goodnight back. Toys didn’t kiss first. She pulled away before he could understand her more, and he wanted to be cross, but something in him, for a moment, had forgotten how.
He opened his mouth to speak but she shook her head.
"I know," she repeated, before leaving to go back to the campfire. "I know."
