Peter took Sicily's hand, and she smiled at him, fluttering her lashes flirtatiously. He looked concerned. "Did you get something in your eye? We can stop..." She blushed and shook her head. Peter nodded, then he himself turned red, pointing to her shirt. Sicily looked down and saw that what had been a black top with a keyhole at the collar was now a black vest, seeing as the wind had blown a rip to her belly button. She ripped it the rest of the way and tied the two ends around her, like a tube top with spaghetti straps. Peter pretended to be looking the other way, but Sicily saw him sneak a peek, and she'd arched her back slightly, making his eyes widen. Her mother had always told her she was too engaging with boys; they should be chasing her instead of the other way around. She had simply grinned and said, "But the shy ones are the cutest. Besides," Sicily had grown angry suddenly, upset with her mother and wanting to hurt her. "I'm not the one with three ex-husbands, Mother." "It's no wonder I'm leaving," Sicily thought. "I can't deal with all these rules, all these hypocritical rules!" Peter nodded. "Exactly," he agreed. "I mean, all they want to do is make you just like them...is that really how you want to end up? Unhappy?" He was baiting her, she knew, but she let him- the words sounded so good. "You're right. I should be able to do whatever I want." With that, Sicily backed Peter up against Big Ben, and he sat surprised on the minute hand. 12:15, she noted. Slowly, she hovered in front of the boy, leaning in and kissing him fervently, pressing her lips against his. His eyes opened spaciously just before she closed her own, and after a moment, she felt his tongue on her lips. She willingly opened her mouth for the kiss, and felt his arms slide around her waist, strong and comforting. Fluttering forward, Sicily brought herself drifting right in between his knees as he leaned against the face of the clock, legs bent over the hand. Gently, she broke away, and he looked at her inquisitively. "Well..." She smiled, running a hand through her hair. "You may be...how should I put this- a little young at times, but kissing is definitely a forte. You are not inexperienced, am I right?" Peter lowered his head. "Um, not exactly, but I don't really bring home TOO many girls, really-"Sicily stopped him. "Oh, I know what you mean." She smiled devilishly. "Takes a good experienced kisser to know one." His eyes flashed recognition, and she smirked, flying ahead. The two flew for hours and after a while, she began to try tricks, flying in figure eights and doing airflips. Slowly, Sicily's eyelids drooped, and she fell through the air, peaceful and sweet. Peter cut through the atmosphere and caught her just before she hit the water, slipping his arms underneath hers so that he was holding her slumped against him, hands supporting her by her butt. When they had almost reached Neverland, she raised her head sleepily, auburn hair mussed and wavy. "Morning, sunshine," she smiled. "Not too forward, are ya?" Sicily let her head fall back on his shoulder and straddled her legs around his waist and knotting her hands over his shoulders, holding herself halfway up. She snuggled against him, and Peter smiled. Moments later, she raised her head again, and announced, "I'm up," letting go of him and flying next to him. "We're here." He said proudly, then looked closely at her. "Your hair is wavy." She covered it self-consciously. "Yep, I straighten it." He looked pensively at it. "I like it better this way." Temporarily, Sicily dropped her flirty façade, and didn't say anything, feeling silently flattered. Tilting her head to the side, she examined the boy carefully, smiling slightly. Peter looked at her, confused at her tender look, and took her hand. "Pretty incredible, huh?" "It's wonderful." She breathed. It was like an island from a commercial, with lush green plants overflowing onto the sandy shores, cerulean skies and indigo waves that washed around it. "Would you like to wash up before we see the island?" Sicily nodded in response, and Peter led her to a waterfall that washed over the crocodile's old cave. She dropped into it, Peter following her, and stood under the waterfall, washing her hair as best she could in it. Then she dipped underwater, swimming over to Peter's leg and pulling him under. They came up laughing, and she swam back toward the waterfall after hearing his promise to "get her". Sicily stood there, searching the waters. "Where IS he?" Suddenly, Peter leapt out of the water and tackled her, leaving her lying on the floor of the cave with him on top of her. She grinned. "Well, hello there," He cocked his head, not knowing what she was talking about, and before he could get up, she kissed his cocky smirking mouth. Slowly, all the muscles in Peter's body relaxed, and he kissed back fiercely but gently. Sicily ran her fingertips up his arms, making him shiver involuntarily, and over his neck, ending in his hair. He rolled over and took a deep breath. She climbed on top of him, sitting with legs apart on his waist and leaning against his bent knees. Gently, she ran her hand in circles over his arms. Slowly, Sicily slid his shirt up most of the way and then ran her hand over his bare skin. Peter moaned softly, and she smiled. "Feels good?" She leaned over and kissed his stomach, then pulled his shirt back down. Peter sat up and lay her between his legs, spreading them. He pulled her wet cami up slightly and kissed her own stomach, and she smiled. "Copycat," Sicily whispered, and flew out of the cave, leaving him jumping up to follow and abandoning the moment.