Yeah I know, her level of desperation is seriously tragic. It's hard to write at times because it's gotten so dark.

So this is another M rated chapter! As I warned before, don't read if you're easily offended or don't like these kinds of scenes. Thought I'd just place a quick warning :-) I totally appreciate the reviews and support but don't want to offend anyone! Of course you all know by now I have a twisted, dark mind sometimes

:-) haha enjoy!

A flash of light appeared in front of her face and she heard jingling in her ear. At the same time she heard someone scream her name.

"Wendy, what are you doing?!" She opened her eyes and saw the Indian princess and Tinkerbell both a few feet away.

"Just stay back, princess," she answered with streaming eyes.

"Wendy, don't be a fool. Peter will go insane if—"

"Peter doesn't have to know! He can stay a little boy and be happy! Everyone can be happy." Tiger Lily's eyes widened. Peter could stay a little boy? Wasn't Wendy aware that he had grown? She had to be.

"Do you not know? How can you not know?" But Wendy ignored her. She brought the dagger to her heart, as if forcing the tip of the blade to memorize the spot.

"Wendy, you can't give up," Tiger Lily pleaded. "Peter will find a way to save you from Hook—"
"And get killed in the process! He won't die for me! I won't let him! Just leave me alone, Tiger Lily, please!" Wendy looked like a mad woman. Her hair was all over the place, her eyes were streaming, and her face was red. She didn't want to talk anymore. Not to the princess, not to fairies, not to anyone. She raised the dagger high in the air and prepared to plunge it into her chest. A strong hand gripped her arm, making her freeze.

"Don't you dare even think about it," came a deep voice in her ear. She whirled around, glaring, but her jaw dropped and the dagger fell out of her hands. Peter still held her arm firmly even though she was weaponless. He loosened his grip and stared into her eyes. She looked him up and down, her jaw wide open that she saw not a little boy in front of her as she expected but a young man. His eyes were wide and sad, their usual mischief absent.

With a sob, she flung herself into his arms and they wrapped around her tightly. His grasp was so intense that it knocked both of them off their feet. Wendy refused to let go of him and his arms remained wrapped around her slender body. He felt wet on his cheeks and realized he was crying into her hair. He loved this young woman. That much was clear. And he would do everything in his power to set her free. He leaned back just a bit and his hand went to her cheek. She continued to cry, although a smile crossed her face and Peter gasped at the transformation it made. Swallowing his tears, he leaned forward and gently kissed her lips. She responded with utmost urgency, wrapping her hands around his hair and pressing her lips against his. Tink and Tiger Lily exchanged glances before they slowly backed away, seeing that Wendy was no longer in danger of hurting herself.

Drunk from her kisses, Peter forced himself to collect himself and he pulled away.

"Hook could have spies out here," he whispered.

"I don't care," she said and she leaned in to kiss him again. Peter moaned but shook his head. He tried to protest but his words were muffled by her lips.

"No- no, we can't—he might try to hurt you again and I won't let that happen—"

"He'll hurt me again as soon as I return to him, Peter. It doesn't matter if they see me kissing you or not so just let me go on kissing you." He wasn't able to argue as her tongue ran along his lips and soon danced with his. His mind swimming, he swept her into his muscular arms and took off into the air.

They landed in front of the hideout and Peter carried her inside. Wendy held onto him tightly and for a moment she felt like a bride being carried across the threshold. She smiled up at Peter, which made his heart race. He locked the door behind them and pulled her back into his arms, capturing her mouth once again. She leaned against the door as Peter pushed up against her, his longing for her evident through their clothes. His lips left hers and started to travel across the smooth skin of her neck and throat, his hands traveling lower and cupping a breast through her dress. Sighing against her lips, he flew her to the bedroom and gently set her down on the bed. Climbing over her, he discarded his leaves and threw them to the floor. He started to pull at Wendy's Indian dress and his hands slipped under the leather to feel her soft skin underneath. Wendy sat up and held up her arms so he could slip it over her head and he tossed it aside. His eyes traveled up and down her body for a moment before he took over her lips again. She leaned back and he traveled with her, his knees on either side of her so that he was now straddling her. He stared down at her and suddenly felt ashamed. Her body was still healing from many bruises and cuts. Evidence that she had been abused and that he had not been there to stop it. He started to climb off her but her hands went to his face.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't do this, Wendy," he said softly, closing his eyes. "You've been sick—"

"I'm fine now, Peter."

"Yes but you've been hurt. He's tortured you, your body is completely—"

"Yours. Make me yours again, Peter, please. Burn me. Purify me. I feel him all over me and I can't stand it." She was starting to cry, which Peter hated. He shook his head and kissed away her tears.

"You are still mine, that hasn't changed. But I don't need this to prove that. I want you, Wendy, but holding you in my arms is enough if you're not up for—" Peter let out a gasp as he was cut off by her hand burying itself in his curls and tugging him toward her, conquering his mouth. His hesitant hands stroked up and down her side and he moaned at the feel of her soft skin. He kissed his way down her body, causing waves of fire to wash over her as he came closer to her velvet heat. His fingers tentatively invaded her and she let out a gasp of pleasure. It was the complete opposite of being with Hook. Peter took his time and noted Wendy's gasps and moans. As much as he wanted her, he wanted it to be wonderful for her as well. Peter did not want to think about Hook doing these things to Wendy for it made his blood boil with rage. Instead, he focused on becoming one with his Wendy and he bit his lip to keep from crying out as he slid into her slickness. She reached up to clutch at his back as he wrapped his arms around and pulled her up slightly, making him slide in even deeper and making both of them moan. He plunged in and out of her, feeling like he would never get close enough to her. She leaned up and grabbed at his hair.

"Oh, Peter, YES! Peter!" A smug grin crossed over his face as he relished in the sound of his name being moaned by the only girl he had ever loved. He increased his rhythm, feeling like he was on the verge of exploding into a million pieces. Wendy threw her head back and her mouth was wide open, her eyes squeezed shut as she met his thrusts with raw passion. Peter felt something warm surge from him and into her and he suddenly felt extremely weak. He never wanted to break their connection, as he brought them both on their sides, refusing to release his hold on her. She buried her face into his sweaty chest and sighed. Peter's hands made lazy patterns on her back and he buried his face in her hair and inhaled her sweet scent. They lay there for a sweet eternity and Peter gently kissed her shoulder. Glancing down at her, he bit his lip, longing to say the words.

"I love you Wendy," he whispered so softly, he didn't know if she had heard or not. She didn't stir so with a heavy sigh, he settled beside her and held her close.

His mind too focused on other matters, Peter did not sleep. He lay there wide-eyed, entangled in the arms of his love. How was he going to get Wendy away from Hook so he wouldn't hurt her again? He could ask Tiger Lily to keep her a while longer but that seemed a bit unfair. Wendy was his, he was the one who would have to protect and rescue her. Wendy moved against him and several of her curls rested on her face. Peter gently moved them aside and kissed her fair cheek. He could only stare at her, gently stroking her face with a single finger. He didn't want to wake her up and he certainly didn't want this moment to end but he needed to go speak with the Leaders and decide what to do about the upcoming battle.