Once more, a warning, for those who don't like smutty chapters, don't read this one. lol.

And so it is with a heavy heart that I bring this story to an end. Keep an eye out, I have several ideas for new ones and I'm sure it won't be long before I'm posting again! Thank you to everyone who stuck with me in this one. Love and pixie dust to you all!

When Wendy awoke the next morning, she felt rejuvenated and reborn. She didn't quite know why but she thought it might have something to do with a boy. An extraordinary boy. Glancing to her side, she saw Peter lying on his back, his perfect body on display for her eyes only. The blanket was thrown over his hips so that his manhood was covered and one of his hands was draped over his eyes, his other rested on his chest as he snored softly. Wendy's heart began to race as she realized it was not a boy at all, but an extraordinary man. One she now called husband. With a start, she saw something on her finger and she gasped as the ring caught the sunlight and sent rainbows all over the wall of the tent. Glancing back at Peter, she gently ran a finger through his curls and a single finger stroked his cheek. He slept soundly, not moving an inch. A smile crossed over her face as her eyes flicked downwards and she bit her lip anxiously. She moved closer and brought her lips to his stomach. Her hand slid underneath the blanket and grasped him with her warm palm. Peter gasped in his sleep and his legs moved slightly. Grinning broadly, she moved her mouth across his flesh until she came to his now growing member. Stroking up and down, she took him into her mouth and sucked hard. She heard her name being moaned above her and she continued her treatment of him, until she felt a hand in her hair and she let him fall from her lips, glancing up at him. She saw him watching her with a loving gaze laced with lusty fascination, as she kept her hand moving the whole time. He bit his lip as his breathing became heavy and as she lowered her head again, his head tilted back, his mouth slightly open. Wendy's hand moved faster and faster, her head bobbing up and down. Peter felt himself seize up but he leaned up, shaking his head. He yanked on her curls a little and she looked up at him surprised.

"No, wait. I need to be inside you again."

"You need? Or you want?" Peter grabbed her hips and pulled her toward him. He touched his forehead to hers, his hands going to her breasts.

"I need," he said slyly. Her hands went to his chest and she pushed him onto his back, climbing over him and sitting on his chest. She slowly guided him inside her and they both gasped as she took him in. Her palms pressed against his nipples as she bounced up and down, and his hands squeezed at her breasts. She threw her head back and moaned loudly, as she increased her pace. Peter thought it was the most perfect thing he had ever seen, how she looked riding him fiercely. He wanted it to last longer but he couldn't hold back anymore; he released inside her with a loud yell and she leaned backwards, watching him. Steadying his breathing, he quickly leaned her back and raised her legs above his shoulders so he could sink into her and taste her again. She let out a scream and her hands grasped his curls tightly. His thumb found her button and he had her screaming his name with her release. Exhausted, they collapsed into each other's arms and lay on the blankets, their damp bodies sticking together.

"Wow," Peter panted. "Is this what you meant when you said there was so much more? Was this what you were talking about?"

"I was a child when I told you that, Peter. I didn't know about this. Or how incredible it would be. But," she glanced up at him and her hand went to his cheek,

"I'm glad we found out together."

"I'm going to have a hard time keeping my hands off of you, you know. Polite society may not be the best place for me." She giggled and accepted his kisses.

"You're going to have to adapt to it eventually. I'll help you. I'll make you a wonderful home, Peter." He pushed her sodden hair out of her eyes and grinned.

"You already have. Your loving embrace is the most perfect place to be." His hands squeezed hers and they leaned up, pushing the blankets aside.

"I should take a bath before we leave. Er, how are we getting to London?"

"Tink is taking us. I have a feeling she will stay close and keep an eye on me. I've told her to stay in Neverland and care for it but she never listens to me." He rose to his feet and pulled her up with him. His thumb ran over the ring and he glanced down. Wendy's eyes followed his and she saw him staring at her hand.

"It's so beautiful, Peter. Wherever did you get it?"

'The mermaids. It belonged to a princess of the sea. You are essentially a princess of Neverland. I wish more than anything that we could stay." Wendy bit her lip, her smile fading a little. Peter caught it and took her face into his hands.

"But growing up with you is an adventure I am looking forward to."

"I hardly know what being a grown up is like. What are we supposed to about food? Clothes? Money? A job? We will be so lost in London."

"We have each other and that's all that matters," he said firmly, holding her close. She leaned her head against his chest and listened to his heart beating rapidly. She knew he was right. Wherever they went and whatever happened, they would always have each other. He cupped her chin and brought his lips to hers, before pulling back and gazing into her eyes. He smiled as he stroked his wife's cheek.

"Who would have thought that a simple kiss could completely change my life?"

"It was anything but simple, Peter," she said softly. "I didn't know my hidden kiss would change you this much." He smiled as he claimed her mouth again, pressing against her and already thinking about the next time they would be joined together.

"You changed me, Wendy. Your kiss saved my life but it was your heart that changed me. Your love." Wendy glanced down and touched the acorn at her throat, then glanced up at him and smiled.

"And it all started with these kisses." Peter laughed as his finger touched the acorn, running over the hole made by an arrow. He leaned forward to kiss her and their necklaces wrapped around one another, as the owners of the tokens were.

"A kiss changes everything, I suppose."

Epilogue:

Tinkerbell lead the young couple to London, where she presented them with a small one bedroom flat and a bag of money, gifts from the fairies. Peter soon found work as a blacksmith's apprentice and he showed real skill and elegance when he made the weapons. Wendy found work as a seamstress in a prominent dressmaker's shop. The couple would return home late at night, tired and dirty but that did not stop them from making love for hours and then holding each other into the night. Life was simple and happy for the Pans. Not long after their return to London, they paid a visit to Wendy's family and everyone was overjoyed to see her again and to welcome Peter to the family. They soon found that they were expecting their first child but Wendy suffered two miscarriages before their first child was born, a daughter they named Lillian Belle.

As Peter predicted, Tinkerbell never really left London. She kept close watch on the couple and loved to relax on the sill and listen as Wendy would tell stories of Peter Pan and his adventures to their children. Peter, too, sat with his children and listened to the stories with wide-eyed wonder.

Years later, Peter admitted to Wendy that he had not killed Captain Smee. Banished to the mortal world, Smee was doomed to wander the world with no friends, no family, and no crew. Peter briefly worried that the revenge-obsessed captain would find them again but he soon forgot about the man. Wendy was grateful that her husband had not taken a life and she beamed at him with love and adoration each and every day.

Peter and Wendy's love was timeless, legendary, and nearly perfect. Neverland told stories of their prince and princess and they were never apart for more than a day. As they grew older, they continued to tell their story to their grandchildren and their great-grandchildren. As life went on, Peter found that a mortal life, though full and happy, was too short-lived after all. Wendy became ill and as she lay on her deathbed, Peter begged the heavens to be taken with her. As he lay beside her, their hands clasped together and their beloved descendants all around them, Tinkerbell returned to take them back to Neverland. And there they still live, happily together and as much in love as when they first came to the island together.

So next time night has fallen, look up at the sky and search the heavens for a very special star. You might even hear the loud crow of a boy and the giggles of a young girl. Do not be alarmed, for that is the sound of the prince and princess of Neverland, living happily ever after.

End.