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Hook rose to the rock to breathe, and at the same moment Peter scaled it on the opposite side. The rock was slippery as a ball, and they had to crawl rather than climb. Neither knew that the other was coming. Each feeling for a grip met the other's arm: in surprise they raised their heads; their faces were almost touching; so they met. (Peter Pan, J.M. Barrie)
I - A Pressing Question
It was then that Pan pressed his lips to Hook's. Hook started, but let Pan embrace him and proceed. It felt surprisingly good. When Pan tore his lips away, Hook's heart was thumping hard. "What was that?" "A thimble." "Why did you do that?" Pan laughed and crowed, "Because I'm a wonder!" That irritated James Hook to no end. He wished to claw his smirk away. But, above all, he longed to press his mouth to Pan again... that would silence the little fiend. However, a question tore at Hook with iron claws: would that be bad or good form? Next |
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Ptyx, September 2006
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