A/N: Hey everyone, don't forget, read my other Peter Pan story, Take My Hand. It's a one-shot, though, so sorry. It's so cute! I thanked all the reviewers of that story in my last chappie, so on with it, and I don't own any Peter Pan characters!

Chapter 9

Peter's POV

"How could I...ergh!" I muttered to myself.

"This could only be a grown-up wierdness!" I was somewhat confused and angry. My feelings for Wendy were all screwed up...did I he feel friendship for her or...more than that? I flew up and sat on a cloud. I thought about it for a bit. I kind of liked the feeelings I got from Wendy, so I decided to go back and see where the feelings took me. I flew back to the home under the ground, and found it clean and everyone sleeping, except for Wendy. She stood by the bed with an anxious look on her face.

"Peter?" she asked.

"Yes?"

"You've been gone a long time...I was getting a little nervous."

"Eh...I'm alright." Wendy stepped closer, cautiously. I watched her, but I didn't move. I asked her suddenly, "Wendy? Would you come with me? I want to show you something." I had made up my mind when she stepped closer. I wanted her to see the faries. So we walked out of the little home. Her hand brushed against mine, so I took it. She smiled, which made me grin as well. I felt a bit...giddy. Playful. So I ducked down fast and crawled. Wendy didn't come down as well, so I grabbed her hand and pulled her down a bit roughly. I pointed to the faries, and Wendy leaned closer to see what I was pointing at. I saw the confusion on her face when she caught on to what I was pointing at. The tree that the faries had dances in had light spilling out of the huge holes in the bark. We crawled closer, and I looked into one of the holes and grinned. I waved Wendy over, and she crawled up right next to me, the scent of rasberries in her hair, almost making me forget what I was doing. Her eyes widened in wonder as she looked into the hole. In the tree, dozens of faries were dancing gracefully. She watched with awed attention as a lovely little man fairy dipped a beautiful girl fairy in their dance. The sight was gorgeous, and all Wendy and I could do was smile until I thought our faces would fall off. She looked at me, and I smiled, knowing just what she wanted. I jumped off the tree and stood, and Wendy got up as well. I bowed deeply, and she presented me with a flourishing curtsy. She had found an old nightgown in a trunk that the Lost Boys and I had found floating in the water one day. That's a different tale to tell though, so not this time.

Wendy's POV

(A/N: Nyaha, back to Wendy) I looked at Peter, and he smiled slowly. He jumped off the tree and stood like a gentleman, as though he knew exactly what I wanted. He bowed, and I curtsied. I had found an old-fashioned nightgown in one of the boys' treasure chests. He held out his hands, and I took them, sliding my right hand into his left. He put his right hand on my hip, sliding his hands on the smooth material, as I put my hand on his muscled shoulder. We bagan to dance, then flew upwards...it was clear we were quite happy just then. He pushed me gently, and as I flew backwards, he advanced towards me, and we took our dancing positions again. We flew higher...it was so incredibly easy to dance gracefully when your feet weren't touching the ground. Soon many fairies swirled around us, dancing beautifully, and creating music for us. I looked around and sighed, "It's so beautiful..."

"Yes, you are." Peter whispered, his perfect green eyes never straying from me. Our eyes met, and the moment was too perfect for words. Instead of kissing me, he pulled me close, we danced until we could barely stay awake, warm in eachother's arms. We flew to the little home under the ground, and dropped onto the bed with our hands still clasped.

(A/N: Yes, sorry for the no kissing, but it's too early in their relationship for that! I want it to be totally perfect, and FYI, I'm planning on continuing this story and I may up it to rated M! Mwahahahaha!)