"Chr... Christine." He said softly. She turned her head and looked at him. "Yes Peter." She said. A smile danced on her face and her eyes sparkled. The words got caught in his throat and he moved his mouth like a fish out of water. Her smile faded. "What is it Peter?" she asked. He could hear the worry in her voice. He scooted closer and whispered as if someone might be listening. "I..." She tilted her head to hear him better. "I'd like to give... give you a kiss." He said. She looked at him and the left side of her lips twitched into a smile. "Okay." She said softly. Peter smiled. Then she held out her hand. His smile grew. He took her hand and pulled it down. She looked confused as he leaned in and kissed her softly. His heart raced with excitement. He leaned back and looked into her eyes. "The fairies taught me the difference." He said softly. She smiled. "May I give you a kiss?" she asked. He swallowed and nodded. She smiled and kissed him softly. Peter leaned into the kiss not knowing why but feeling like he should. She pulled away and he sighed. Her eyes twinkled. He subconsciously licked his lips as his eyes moved from hers to her lips, to her neck, to her ears, back to her eyes. He grew bold and kissed her again. She took a deep breath and held it. He pulled away and looked at her with confusion. She smiled and leaned in closer to him. She placed her hand on his cheek and kissed him again. Peter touched her hand and then ran his fingers down her arm to the bend in her elbow. He'd never been kissed like this. He'd never felt so excited, so alive. It was like he was dreaming. He hoped he wasn't. He prayed it was all real. He needed it to be real. She pulled away and looked at him. A dazed smile graced his face. He was completely satisfied. Every inch of him was relaxed and calm. Even his mind was empty. He had no thoughts. No worries. She smirked and rested her head against his chest. Wrapping her arms around his back she pulled him close. He could feel her warm breath on his chest. His smile grew and he wrapped his own arms around her. Tangling his fingers in her long hair he closed his eyes, rested his cheek on the top of her head and let out a deep sigh of comfort. Soon his was asleep and dreaming the sweetest dream ever.

He stretched. His mind not yet processing. He felt no weight on his chest, no strain on his movements. He snapped up. Where was she? His mind raced. "Christine?" he asked out loud. He got no response. Quickly he flew out into the morning air. The air was crisp and fresh to his skin. Yet he let nothing take his mind of her. She couldn't of gotten far. Why hadn't she woke him? Where was she? Had he done something wrong? He searched the island. Then she found her.

She was down on the rocks at the mermaid's lagoon. There were the mermaids in full view. They neared her as she bent closer to the water. Fearing the worst he sank lower into the trees and took guard. But they did nothing. They seemed to be singing to her. He looked on and watched with confusion. The mermaids sang to none but their own. How was she getting them to sing? Why did they not flee at her presents? He inched closer, careful not to spook them for fear they may hurt her.

"Christine?" she jerked around and the mermaids dove back under. "Peter." She said with relief. "You scared me." She said. "You scared me." He said. "Sorry." She said with a weak smile. "How'd you get them to sing?" he asked sitting down on the rock beside her. "Oh... pirate you know. Wicked heart." She said. He smiled. "You've no wicked heart." He said. She smiled. "They don't know that." She whispered. He smiled. "So you were worried about me?" she asked with a smile. "Worried? Me?" he said. "No... I was just... well I thought I'd take you to see the fairies today." He said. She smiled. "Okay." She said. "They're holding a dance tonight... thought... thought you'd like to see it." He said. She smiled. "I know you showed Wendy the fairies Peter." She said. He smirked with discomfort. Her name sent unwanted chills down his spine. "I know it's probably hard for you. So if you don't really want to see the fairies we don't have to." She said. He smiled. "We can stay in... and I'll tell you stories." She said. "I'd like that." He replied. "Good... come on then. I'm kind of hungry." He jumped up and helped her to her feet. Then he lifted her into the air. "I can take you to see the Indians fields." He said. "While we're there we can steal some food." He said. "Okay." She replied. He saw the sparkle in her eyes. The hints of green that caught the light fascinated him beyond belief. She smiled at him and wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder. The skin on skin contact made his flesh tingle with joy. He smiled and flew to the Indians fields.

Setting her down he took her hand. Entwining his fingers with hers he lead the way to the middle of the crops. He turned to look at her from time to time. Making sure that she was still following him. She smiled at him every time causing him to blush and turn around quickly. Then they stopped at he squatted down low. She followed. "Why are we hiding?" she asked softly. Her lips almost touched his ear. He took a deep breath and sighed with ecstasy. "The Indians don't like me stealing their food." He said. "Oh... then why do you?" she asked. He turned and looked at her. A cocky smile played on his lips. "Cause I can." He said. She snickered. Then he let go of her hand and flew up into the air. She looked on with shock. He motioned for her to be quiet and to stay. She obeyed. Then he flew into one of the teepees he knew was empty. He took two bags and a hat. Then he looked around and found a necklace. It was mostly brown but it had hints of green, which caught the light that invaded from the top of the teepee. It reminded him of her eyes so much. He had to have it. Cautiously he took the necklace off the branch and rushed out of the teepee. Then he leaped back into the crops effortlessly and sat beside her. Hiding the necklace amongst the leaves that made up his clothing he handed her a bag. "Here... fill it so we won't have to keep coming back." He said. She nodded and took the bag. After filling the bags with fruits and vegetables Peter scoped her up in his arms and took to the air. Flying back to the underground home. Peter scoped her up in his arms and took to the air. Flying back to the underground home.