A/N: Well, good evening everyone! I'm very glad to be getting this chapter out for you guys to read. I'm sorry that I didn't get this one out earlier this week, however, our family dog died, and I wasn't feeling much inspiration to write for a few days. However, I'm doing much better now, and as a result, the next chapter is here! Thank you to all who have been keeping up with this story! It really means a lot.

That's enough from me. Enjoy!

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Margaret glanced up at the sky as the sun had nearly disappeared from the horizon. They'd had a long day of touring the island, and Margaret relished every moment of it. After they had visited the former campsite of the Indians, they began to hop to various small places in Neverland where Peter had particularly strong memories of great battles with the pirates.

However, as Margaret had been told, the pair was heading toward their final destination. She felt a slight sadness creep into her thoughts at the realization that their time together was diminishing, but she stowed them away as best she could. For now, it was better to enjoy her time and not worry about other things.

Margaret and Peter flew over the waterfall and toward the heart of Neverland. Stars began to be unveiled in the sky, a comforting twinkle watching over her. The last wisps of rebellious light began to slip away as the curtain of night nearly pushed out the sun.

"We're close," Peter said to her. Margaret nodded in his direction, finding herself entranced in eyes for a brief moment before she began to wonder about what their destination was. She felt as if they'd exhausted all the possible destinations they could tour in Neverland? What had they missed?

"Down there!" Peter called to her before diving down abruptly into a thick canopy of trees. Margaret plummeted after him, nearly slamming into the ground at the speed that she descended. However, she managed to pull back abruptly and float to the ground.

"Why couldn't you have informed me of where we were landing sooner? That was quite impolite of you to be so sudden," Margaret grumbled quietly as she dusted herself off. Peter smiled cockily at her. "Where are we, anyway?" She inquired curiously.

Peter gestured to her right, causing her to look over to the side. About 20 feet from where they were lay what appeared to be a cliff. Margaret walked over to the cliff and looked down at a medium sized valley that lay below. In the valley, a small tree was planted in the middle, with trees of various seasons surrounding it and a small creek running by its side. Margaret's eyebrows knitted together as absorbed the beauty in the strange scene before her; the radiant colors of nature were particularly striking.

"What is this place?"

"Pixie Hollow. It is the home of the fairies," Peter told her with a gentle grin on his face. "It's very beautiful."

"I think stunning would be more appropriate," Margaret quipped. Peter chuckled lightly under the quiet hush of the night.

"I don't come here as often as I'd like. I'd take the Lost Boys, but their ways wouldn't be suited for interactions with the fairies. More than likely they'd bring more harm than good," Peter explained. Margaret nodded along as she looked around at the forest that they were standing in.

It was a birch forest; white trunks snaked out of the ground as they twisted into the sky. Margaret found herself running her hand over the bark of the nearest tree to her. The bark was damp and smooth, and strangely she found this incredibly comforting.

"The trees here are very pretty," Margaret commented. Peter turned to look at her, a sparkle present in his eyes. He adored the way her eyes lit up when she was in awe.

"If you want to, we can walk around here for a bit," Peter suggest. Margaret nodded with a contented grin on her face. Peter offered his arm, and after a moment of hesitation Margaret hooked her arm through his and the two began to stroll through the birch forest in silence.

Margaret felt herself throw a barrage at glances over at Peter. She felt a strange attraction to his appearance, and found herself unable to look away for long. A strange pull kept her wanting to look at him more.

Peter found himself relishing in the feel of Margaret's arm around his. The softness of her skin was comforting to him. The way her eyes sparkled in the moonlight enticed him to gather long drinks of her appearance, though he did his best to hide his stares.

As the moon rose in the distance, Margaret felt a song stir in her heart. She stopped walking and broke from Peter's hold, turning around to face toward the moon. She began to sing softly.

The second star to the right

Shines in the night for you

Peter walked up to her side, looking over at her with a soft expression briefly before her continued the song as she went quiet.

To tell you that the dreams you plan

Really can come true

Margaret joined in with him, the two beginning to sing in unison as Margaret began to look directly into Peter's eyes.

The second star to the right

Shines with a light that's rare

And, if it's Neverland you need

Its light will lead you there

The two finished singing, their eyes continuing to linger on one another's with a degree of love written in both of them. Peter took a step towards Margaret. She didn't back away.

Then he took another, and another, until he was standing right in front of her, their faces about 6 inches apart. Peter took Margaret's right hand with his own and brought it up to his lips as a planted a kiss on the back of her hand. His lips lingered on it briefly as he made eye contact with Margaret, who found herself barely able to breath.

Peter then dropped her hand and stood in front o her once again. He felt drawn towards her so strongly, that he began to lean forward, cupping her cheeks with both his hands as he stroked them with his thumbs. Margaret still didn't back away.

Their lips touched. Margaret realized her heart was throwing itself against her chest as she wrapped her arms around Peter's neck, savoring the feel of his lips caressing hers with a gentle and caring touch. Her inexperience in kissing (as this was her first) led to her yielding timidly to Peter's more practiced collisions, but soon enough she gathered courage and mirrored the tamed enthusiasm of his lips with her own daring movements.

The two remained in this state of melted togetherness for an indeterminate amount of time. Margaret felt she could have spent years, centuries in Peter's arms as she continued to keep her lips pressed against his.

It was finally, after the two were fully exhausted of air, that they broke apart. Margaret stepped back, releasing her arms from being wrapped around Peter. Peter still cupped her cheeks as the two pressed their foreheads together, a shy smile spread across Margaret's lips. Peter wore a more boisterous grin in his ecstatic state as he continued to rub his thumbs over her cheeks.

The two remained in this stance for what seemed like another eternity. Margaret's heart still jumped in her chest as the thrill of being kissed by Peter lingered in her mind. Peter found his heart was pounding as well from the rush of excitement of being with Margaret in a more intimate manner.

After a long period of silence, it was Margaret who finally broke the silence. "Peter?"

"Hm?"

"I care about you a lot," Margaret told him, looking at him in the eyes. "I know it's silly for me to say after we just…you know," she continued with a slight crimson hue tinting her cheeks. "I just felt that it was imperative to say it."

"Margaret, I care for you too," Peter replied. After a pause, Margaret giggled at the silliness of it all, needing to say she cared for him. He wouldn't have kissed her if he didn't feel something for her; at least, she hoped he wouldn't.

"So, what is our next course of action?" Margaret asked. The two broke apart, though Peter took her into an embrace, where she rested her head against his chest.

"Well…you're leaving tomorrow," Peter reminded her quietly. Margaret felt her heart stop for a moment as she remembered. She sighed deeply and closed her eyes in pain. It was only fitting that she would be leaving so soon after this; it had been what she'd feared.

"I fretted extensively about this happening," Margaret told Peter in a soft voice. He tightened his hold on her as a gesture of comfort. Margaret loved the feeling of warmth in Peter's arms. She felt safe and protected in his embrace.

"Well, even if you're returning home, I can visit you."

"Yes, you can," Margaret said, a bit of hope in her voice. "I would enjoy that very much."

"Besides, I could also take you to visit Neverland when you are free. When you return home, that doesn't mean we can't continue…this," Peter said, planting a kiss on Margaret's right cheek. The corners of her mouth spread at the gesture.

"I believe it's late," Margaret observed, seeing the moon hang in the middle of the sky. "If we want a proper rest for our possibly perilous journey tomorrow, we should head back to the hideout soon."

Peter nodded, and taking out some extra pixie dust to sprinkle over Margaret before the two jumped into the sky and flew back to Hangman's Tree. The flight was relatively short, as Pixie Hollow was located near the residence of Peter and the Lost Boys. When the couple landed in the clearing, the sound of the Lost Boys' snoring could be heard clearly. Peter and Margaret chuckled quietly as they filed in, preparing for bed.

Margaret walked over to her bed to sleep. She looked across the room at Peter who was preparing his hammock for the night before glancing at her own sleeping arrangements. There was more than enough room for two people on the bed, and she didn't like the idea of the bed being so empty…

"Peter?" She whispered suddenly. He glanced up at her from across the room, his eyebrows lifted in question. "Um…are you comfortable in your hammock?"

"Yeah, my hammock has always been super comfy. Though, I do like sleeping in a bed from time to time," he admitted to her, walking over to her side of the room so he could lower his voice.

"Ah, I see," Margaret replied, trying to find a way to broach the subject. "You know, there's plenty of room to sleep here," she observed, giving him a hinting look. Peter looked at her and glanced at the bed.

"Yeah, I guess there is, I never thought about that."

Margaret looked into his eyes, seeing that he obviously wasn't getting her message. She really would need to be bold about this, wouldn't she?

"Peter, could we sleep…inthesamebedtonight?" She blurted out in a tumble of words. Margaret could've sworn that she felt a droplet of sweat slip down her face at asking such a…daring question.

Peter stared at her with a blank expression before a light bulb went off in the depths of his eyes. They widened as his head snapped towards the bed before snapping in Margaret's direction.

"Um…yeah. I was actually going to ask you about that," Peter said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I was trying to figure out how to ask you."

"Well, I guess that's settled," Margaret said awkwardly, nodding as the two stood without doing anything by the bed. She looked over at Peter who was still nodding with another blank expression drawn over his face.

"So, goodnight, I guess?" Margaret said, hesitating before climbing into bed. Peter pursed his lips and nodded, waiting until after Margaret settled herself under the blankets to climb into bed with her.

Peter sat in a position where he was slightly elevated from Margaret, who nestled her head against Peter's chest. Peter wrapped an arm that he wrapped around her neck and reached out to hold her left hand. The young couple memorized the warmth of each other before they soon fell to the clutches of sleep, the smile of blossoming love spread across their lips.