A/N: WARNING: Mature Material.

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I pulled out a loaf of bread from the cupboard and took a mouthful. My stomach felt like it would concave if I didn't eat. I grabbed some lemonpears from a bowl of fruit and sat on the floor, engulfing the food as fast as I could. My legs felt like jelly, my hair was completely knotted, and no matter how I moved my muscles ached. The sex had finally caught up to me. Slightly had fallen asleep after the last time, so I took the opportunity and quickly crept down to the kitchen to eat before he woke up.

Birds were starting to chirp as the sun rose. I grabbed a few more lemonpears and walked toward the large window to watch the sunrays break over the treetops. Just like any morning in Neverland, the island seemed to wake up when the sun rose. I bit into a lemonpear and sat on the windowsill, stretching my legs over the side so I could see the soft leaves under by toes.

Flashes of what had happened were constantly playing in my mind. We'd been inseparable. Ever since Peter left two days ago, we've moved from room to room, locked together like damn rabbits. This was the first real break I'd had with out him breathing down my neck, touching me, and dragging me away from food to the closest bed/chair/table/floor. I finished the lemonpear and chucked the pit out the window. I whizzed through the branches and disappeared into the woods.

"You know, that could be considered littering."

I smiled and looked down to see the tall tree dryad, Honey, staring up at me, the lemonpear pit in one of his hands.

"Sorry, Honey." I said with a grin. "What are you doing up this early?"

"I could say the same to you."

I grinned. "Oh, yeah… well."

"No need to explain." Said Honey. "Have you been staying healthy?"

I shrugged. "I haven't been stabbed again."

"That's an improvement." He said with a wink. "You know, it's the lemonpear's season for pollinating. An unassuming plant, but their pollen makes a stink for miles around."

I waited for him to keep talking, until I realized he wasn't going to, and shrugged. "Okay, and?"

"Just a thought. Lemonpears…" Honey smiled and waved. "I'm going to continue my morning patrol. Be safe, little one."

"You too." I stared at the spot he disappeared into the woods, contemplating following him.

"There you are. You snuck out."

I turned around to see Slightly watching me with a curious expression. He had a half eaten lemonpear in his hand, which made me think he'd been watching for a while.

"I just wanted to eat."

He nodded. "And are you satisfied?"

"That's a loaded question."

"Well?" he walked up and pulled me out of the window and set me on his lap. I could see the lust in his eyes already, and my muscles ached at the thought of what that meant.

"Slightly, I'm really tired. This had been fun, but Peter could be back any moment, and I don't want –"

"You don't want him to see." He said. "So when he comes back this is over?"

"Obviously."

"Then let's make the most of it." He started kissing my neck and running his hand on my thigh. I pushed him away.

"No. No more."

He rolled his eyes, and picked me up and put me on the wooden table. He covered my mouth when I tried to protest, and shook his head. "Let me do one thing, and if you still don't want to, then we'll stop."

"Fine, but that 'one thing' better not be putting your dick in me."

He knelt down, and pulled my underwear to the side and slid a finger in. I immediately gasped, and tilted my head back as he began to gently move it inside me. I could feel his hot breath near my opening, and my skin crawled. He kissed my lips gently, licking the outside slowly as he kept a steady rhythm with his finger. His tongue began to graze the inside of my lips. He bit down softly. I curled my toes and closed my eyes as he gently pulled my lips apart with his other hand. The cool air gave me a rush, and my heart started beating quickly. He slid another finger inside me and started to push a little harder. His tongue was on my clit, and curling around it in every way that made my heart flutter. He flicked it with his finger and I gasped in pleasure.

Slightly reached over to the icebox next to the table and dunked his hand in, pulling out an ice cube. He slowly put it around my lips. I gasped at the strange sensation, but a surge of pleasure hit me at the same time. He moved it carefully up, until he was at my clit, and touched it quickly. My body clenched and relaxed, and began to shiver as I felt my insides clench in delight. He touched my clit with it again, and again, until my body started to spasm with pleasure. His fingers moved quicker, pushing inside of me in exactly the right spots. My back started to arch as I felt myself getting closer to ecstasy. He dropped the ice cube and replaced it with his mouth, biting and licking my clit so fast I wanted to scream.

And suddenly he was standing up and smiling at me like we'd just had a walk in a park. I pushed myself up and stared at him with disgust.

"What?" he said innocently.

"Why did you stop?"

"Oh, you want more?" he said, grinning. "I said I was going to do one thing. I'm sorry, I got carried away and did more than one, and heaven forbid if I don't respect –"

I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into a kiss. In an instant he pulled off his pants, and thrust himself into me. I moaned and clung onto him as he started pounding hard. He picked me off the table, and we fell to the floor with him on top. He was holding me tightly. We pushed against each other, grabbing onto the other as if nothing could be rough enough.

Whether he wanted to admit it or not two days of constant sex was catching up to him, too. He couldn't keep at the pace we had been. He slowed and looked at me, as he panted hard. I leaned up and kissed him. He sank into the kiss, wrapping his fingers through my hair as we moved together like we were slow dancing. He reached down and pulled one of my legs up to his shoulders, so he could move deeper in me. I closed my eyes, and felt him in me. He began to kiss my neck, and hold me close as we moved against each other.

"Tired already?" I giggled as he exhaled loudly.

"Not at all." He said, but kept moving at an easy pace.

Slightly cupped my face and looked at me as he rested his forehead on mine. His face was nothing like the Slightly I first met. He was all man. He closed his eyes and as moaned. I kissed him softly as he gave a final heave and rolled off me. He was breathing heavily, and already had his eyes closed.

I propped myself up on an elbow and couldn't suppress a laugh. "So, two days of sex is your max, huh?"

"What are you talking about?" he said, keeping his eyes closed.

"You're too tired. Admit it."

"Bologna. I just was giving you a break."

"Hah! You're only kidding yourself."

He cracked open an eyes watched me. "Why are you smiling?"

"Because I outlasted you."

"Oh really?"

I nodded. "Yep! I'm tired, but not as tired as you. Look at you, you can barely keep your eyes open."

Slightly laughed and suddenly pulled me into his arms. "Those are fightin' words! I'll remember this the next time I try to make slow, romantic love to you."

"'Next time'? Who said there'd… wait, romantic? Are you even capable of that?"

"How rude!"

"Oh please. You can't be romantic. You're just tired."

Slightly reached out and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear, before pulling me into a kiss. It was unlike any other from him. It was deep, and warm, and the second our lips met, I melted into his arms. It felt like an eternity before we separated, and when we did I blinked in confusion.

"What was that?"

"There's your romance." He said with a wink.

"You jerk." I laughed, hitting him in the arm.

Slightly pushed himself up and stretched. "So, you're still not satisfied?"

I rolled my eyes. "Don't start that again." But I stood up when he beckoned me with his finger.

"Fortunately for you," he said, as he scooped me up in his arms, and started walking upstairs towards the bedrooms. "It's my obligation to make you satisfied, no matter how exhausted I am of all your demands. My chivalry won't allow it." He set me on the bed, and leaned over me with a smirk.

"You're so sweet." I laughed.

"I do what I can." He leaned down and kissed me. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down, locking my legs around his waist as he fell onto the bed.

We rolled around until he was behind me, and wrapped his arms around me so we were entwined with each other. He nestled his face in my hair as he rubbed himself against me. I closed my eyes and held my breath at how hard he already was. He pushed the tip in gently and stopped.

"You do it this time." He whispered.

I nodded and began to sway my hips, so he'd enter me little by little. The slower we went the better it felt. He held me tightly in his arms as I moved, kissing my neck and shoulders, and moaning with every bit he went deeper. I could feel him throbbing, and aching to go faster but he stayed still. I could hear him breathing hard. His hands would grip tighter when I moved lower so he went in deeper. But each time he'd pull out so I'd have to start from the tip again.

Slightly's hands started to roam my body as I grinded against him. He grabbed the leg I wasn't laying on, and pulled it up so he could play with my clit. He started rubbing it, and tracing my lips as I continuously tried to push him deeper in me. My heart was starting to race, and I was aching to have him hold me like he usually did and fuck me without mercy. But he stayed gentle, never letting me get too fast before pulling out and only letting the tip in me.

"Slightly," I moaned. "I need more."

He shook his head. "Not yet. Keep going."

I started swaying faster, reaching down and trying to put him in me. But Slightly's hand caught mine, and pulled it away. I moved quicker, feeling him so close to filling me, but painfully far away. But no matter what I did, Slightly moved the opposite way so I could never have him completely in me.

"Slower," he whispered.

He was kissing my neck gently, and holding me tenderly. I tried to slow down, and go back letting him in a little at a time, but it was torture. I wanted to feel him in me, to feel him stretch me and make me scream. Slightly cupped my cheek and rested his head against mine, as I tried going faster. He pulled out of me completely.

"Keep going slow."

"Screw that," I snapped. "I want it rough."

"Not yet."

I pulled away, turned around and smacked him across the face. "No. Fuck me now."

Slightly's eyes widened, and a large grin spread across his face. His hands gripped me shoulders, and forced me back on my side. I gasped in excitement as I expected to feel him, but it didn't happen. He was just brushing my lips, taunting me.

"You want it rough?"

"Yes."

He hand wrapped around my neck. "You're going to regret hitting me." He said with a smile in his voice.

"Show me."

Slightly thrust himself inside me so fast and hard I gasped. He slowly pulled out and plunged himself in again. My body shook with each time he entered. I shuddered, and gasped with every hard pound. A weak cry escaped my lips as he kept thrusting into me. I reached up and grabbed a fistful of his hair. He still had his hand around my throat as he pounded faster. He pulled out and spun me around until I was on my hands and knees, and he was behind me. He grabbed my waist and thrust himself in. I cried in ecstasy as he pumped, rocking my body forward and back. Slightly grabbed my hair and yanked my head back as he leaned forward to grab one of my breasts.

"Oh god," I screamed, as he pumped so hard I couldn't breath.

Slightly kept going until I saw spots. Every breath I made was a moan, and with each stroke Slightly hit my spot sending my body into spasms. My body went rigid and I screamed in pleasure. Slightly didn't stop. He gripped me tightly as he came, and kept going, so his cum dripped out of me. He would push harder, harder, and pull my hair, so I'd whimper.

Slightly reached down and slipped a finger inside me. He moved it opposite of his penis so my spot was constantly being hit. I closed my eyes, and stopped breathing as one orgasm after another wrecked me. I could barely move before my body shook. And as I clenched and screamed, Slightly didn't stop.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" I clenched the sheets in my hands. My body went rigid. Slightly thrust himself in one last time, with a moan, before he finally let go of my waist, and slid out.

I laid on the bed, as the aftershocks made my muscles twitch. I felt numb. Blissfully numb. Every time I didn't think it could be better, he proved me wrong. I glanced over at Slightly, who was face down in the bed. I poked him in the side. He groaned and rolled over. His face was dripping in sweat and flushed. He looked completely exhausted.

He reached over and tried to pat down some of my hair, but it was so matted and kinky is refused to lie flat.

"You're amazing." I sighed.

"You are."

"I didn't do anything."

"It's really sexy the way you moan."

I burst into laughter.

"I mean it."

"Fine, fine," I said, wiping away tears. "I believe you."

We both exhaled slowly, and stared at the canopy. Golden afternoon light was seeping into the room. I pushed my hair out of my face as I realized how warm it was.

"It's hot in here."

"Yeah, it is." Slightly rolled on his side so he faced me. "Want to take a bath?"

"Where? Every place with water is filled with some kind of animal."

"Yes, but not behind waterfalls."

I quickly looked at Slightly, who was wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Behind a waterfall?..."

"What do you think?"

"Let me grab a lemonpear to go."

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A/N: Please go check out my new Peter Pan story, J. Rogers Academy, about an all-boys boarding school and the unlucky girl who accidentally is enrolled. Thanks!