Peter's POV
Peter soars over the buildings of London, the night sky lit by the full moon. He reaches the windowsill of the nursery where he has watched Wendy every night since he bought her home 2 months ago. He did not reveal his presence in all that time, but soon his longing overtook rational thought. He gently raised the window & her sleeping form stirred and she was bought to wakefulness by my hand, as I brushed a single strand of hair from her face. She seems startled at first, but soon leaps up to hug me. I hold her close and take in the familiar scent of strawberries and vanilla. I soon remember she is 13 now, just 2 months after she left Neverland.
Wendy's POV
When I woke to Peter's face, just inches above my own, I felt the most powerful urge to kiss him, but instead I pulled him into a tight embrace, savouring the unforgettable scent of dew and sweet grass. I would live happily if that smell was etched into my brain forever. I was so happy to be with my parents again and things were so much livelier with the Lost Boys around now. Even so, I couldn't shake the empty feeling that clawed at my heart at the thought of having left Peter behind, especially now that he was all alone. I thought I would forget, that he would forget, but being here in his arms, I knew he hadn't. I looked up into his impossibly green eyes and I saw the same dance of laughter and joy I had seen 2 long, agonising months ago; but now there was something else there; something more than boyish fun and games, there was a deeper, more powerful emotion; lingering in the sea of green that was his eyes. If I had been able to concentrate, I might have noticed the movement of Peter's torso that would have given away his next move. Before I even knew he had moved, I had been swept up and cradled in Peter's arms while he pressed his lips to mine in an overwhelmingly sweet kiss. I was drowning in his scent and his sweet, soft lips.
And then it hit me, that hidden emotion, that flash of feeling in his eyes; it was love. Peter Pan was in love with me, and I was in love with him. Oh my goodness, whatever will my mother say? Peter broke away, though I could tell it was with reluctance, I couldn't say I felt any different. "Peter, why did you come back?" I asked, hoping I already knew the answer. "Because I had to see you, I can't stay young any more, now that I have defeated Hook. I must grow up. I want you by my side, so we can grow up together. Because…because I...I love you."
"Oh Peter, I love you too." No sooner than I had finished, I was swept up into an overly passionate 'thimble'. It surprised me that two 13-year-olds were capable of such things as me and Peter were engaged in. The again, Shakespeare's 'Romeo and Juliet' were based on two 13-year-olds, so I suppose this isn't the first time this has happened. Besides, we had magic to guide us. My hidden kiss will always belong to Peter, the greatest adventure of all. An adventure I intend to continue for the rest of my life.
