SHE WILL NEVER taste the sweetness of pleasure without the scorch of pain hot on its heels — that is , so long as she remains by peter’s side. and where else would she go ? where would this lone dove fly off to , if given the chance ? nowhere. there would be nowhere she could ever go where peter would not find her , if she ever truly decided to leave him. wendy knows damn well that peter would hunt her down in a heartbeat; she also knows she may never decide to leave. one would be so lucky to be able to pick and choose their damnation as she does. wendy aches , and then she arches into him , no match against peter’s will , fingers gripping his suit jacket so tightly you’d think she’d die were she to let go of him.
“ peter. ” it is barely a whisper , a sigh curling against his mouth as his hands twist into the skirt of her dress. she wants so badly to kiss him again , to press her mouth against the sharp cut of his jaw , to sink her teeth into his neck in a way just so that it leaves behind the faintest of bruises. it will be enough for her , to see her own claim laid against his skin , no contest against what she’s imagined him doing to her; regardless , it will be enough. but she does not move — she waits , eager , pitiful , as the music from the orchestra fades into mere static and they melt into one another. she wears devotion like a fine silk robe , hands slipping to link fingers together at the base of his neck , pulling him in impossibly closer as one leg hitches around his hip. hellfire burns her from the inside out and a sudden cry springs forth from kiss swollen lips — he bites her hard enough to mark , she can feel the gentle throb where he’s dug into her already , and she has never been more grateful that he can maneuver her so easily as she is when he lifts her against him fully. “ peter , please , i want — ”
she is cut off by that sinful , smirking mouth , and she acquiesces to his force yet again; champagne and need have made her brave but reckless. she steals a moment to nip at his lower lip before she takes what initiative she can get away with having , breaking the kiss to pepper his jaw and neck in kisses that are nothing short of tempestuous. fear and desire fuel her in equal measure as her hips tilt and grind against his: she doesn’t want to be caught , and yet it’s part of what’s getting her so high , even more so , however , she does not want him to leave. to pull away , to send her crashing to another marble floor , to smirk down at her and say what ? you really thought i wanted you ? she possesses enough sense to keep herself from winding fingers into the hair at his nape , but otherwise , she is ravenous , sinking her teeth into the skin just above the collar of his coat before she returns to gift him with another kiss. “ i want you. i’m yours. ” she echoes the sentiment again , a reassurance that she is here , she is his , and she has no intentions of leaving him again.
it’s not as though he’s asking her permission , that’s not like him at all , but there is an overwhelming arousal at her admission of wanting him . something in the way she pleads that makes this so much more exquisite . for what may be the first time in his life , he is concerned with what another person feels , he wants - needs - to make her feel good . it’s not much , perhaps more of a confirmation that she wants him in this moment as badly as he wants her , but it’s enough to make him dizzy . his head is swimming in champagne and desire and the lost boy is ready to really lose himself in her , if only for a moment . slipping his arms within the cage her legs have made around his body shifts his grip on her , so the only thing keeping her suspended is the weight of his body pressing her into the wall and her hands grasping desperately at him for purchase . fingers ghost their way down the back of her thighs , as he allows her just a moment to entertain her desires . his hands find her ass for a moment and then travelling forward tease her most delicate place with their proximity .
until they find their way to his belt , unclasping it with quick , deft fingers and cursing her silently for forcing them into all these goddamned clothes . he’s never been a patient boy , but now more than he ever has before , he wants something and each second between him and getting it is one second too many . buttons and zipper come undone and somehow she’s managed to remain pressed between him and the wall this whole time . he doesn’t know what he’s doing , but it comes surprisingly naturally . they’ve done things like this before , never this far , but he’s able to fall into a familiarity around wendy . perhaps it is precisely the familiarity of her that scares him so , what if he were to lose her again , would his world still spin the same way ? but here she is putty in his hands , telling him that he would always have her , giving herself to him .
his hands move on instinct as if they know how to tell her he loves her even if he will not say it . his fingers find the fine cotton of her underwear and he pulls , feeling a growing excitement in his chest when they give , slipping over smooth skin . their position doesn’t allow for him to take them all the way off , but desire has made him impatient enough not to care , scooting them just low enough off of her hips . of course , he can’t possibly know that this isn’t how it’s supposed to be , never entertained ideas of first times on feather pillow beds . and why would it occur to him , that this , here , wasn’t the right way to do this ? why would he even consider it when every thing he was doing in this moment felt so right ? and what would happen if he did ?
with his breaths coming in short , heavy heaves , he licks his lips a sign of desire or nervousness he couldn’t say himself , as hand finally travels towards his grand prize . she’s burning up and though he’s got no idea what that means , but it sends a fresh rush of blood south . his fingers touch her , hesitantly , exploring this new discovery . and for a moment he is totally lost , but he’s got enough momentum in just this moment to keep going . with a slight wiggle of his hips , he’s able to get his dress pants down enough to pull his member out . he doesn’t give himself a moment to think , and perhaps he should because that may have given wendy a moment to prepare , but suddenly he’s guiding their bodies together and pushing forward .
ecstasy fills his features , for a boy who has known greater joys than any other , he’s certain nothing’s felt so good as this . his mouth opens in a moan , face buried in wendy’s neck as a hand flies up to cover her mouth as the first of her sounds begin . he sinks is teeth into her shoulder , so much pleasure surrounding him that it’s almost painful , but the two had always gone hand in hand for them . there is something exhilarating about their location , the fact that anyone could turn that corner in a moment and see him taking her . “ quiet , little bird , ” he whispers through clenched teeth . “ you wouldn’t want someone to come investigate , would you ? ” he lets out a quiet groan as he moves his hips again for the first time . he bites at her earlobe before whispering , “ what would mother think ? ”