A smile crept across Peter's face as he slept on in the arms of the woman he loved, dreaming of her and how they joined together in passion. Unbeknownst to him, the visions of a naked Wendy writhing underneath him were making him moan with pleasure and his hand went to his delicate flesh and stroked up and down, making his blood start to boil. His eyes snapped open as he realized what he was doing and he let go immediately. Blushing, he looked sideways at Wendy, terrified that she would know what he was doing but she slept soundly on. There was a sweet smile on her lips as she too dreamed of hers and Peter's escapades. He smiled as if he knew exactly what she was dreaming of and disentangled himself from her arms. Watching her sleep for the longest time, he felt himself harden with desire as he looked down at her naked body. He leaned down and gave her the gentlest of kisses before he lightly pecked his way down her body. She moaned in her sleep and shifted ever so slightly, so that she was laying on her back, her arms thrown over her head. Peter's eyes moved to her luscious skin and he ached to feel himself joined with her again. His fingers did the gentlest of touching as he tenderly made his way down to her nether region. Gently spreading her legs apart, he settled himself at her apex and ran his tongue up and down. She gasped and trembled underneath him, which made him suck harder. She tossed her head, still dreaming and moaned his name. Peter thought it was the sexiest sound he ever heard, his name dripping from her lips. His tongue danced across her core, making her writhe underneath him and with a start, her eyes shot open. Not realizing his lover was awake and very aware of what he was doing to her, he sank deeper into her and caused waves of pleasure to wash over her. She lay very still for a moment, her fingers tangled in her hair while Peter went back to her lips, thinking her still asleep. Feeling him lower his mouth to hers, her fingers grabbed at his hair and pulled him down on top of her. His eyes shot open as he finally took notice that she was awake, now ravaging his mouth as she had never kissed him. Running his hands all over her body, loving the feeling of his skin against hers, he pushed her legs apart with his knee and thrust himself into her. She let out a little cry, which was stifled by his mouth as they were joined together, fitting to each other like puzzle pieces. Peter relished the feeling of being melded to her as he thrust into her again and again. Having known what making love was the previous night, taking their time and savoring their passion, Peter now let his desire for Wendy take over. He buried his fingers into her hair as he sank deeper and deeper into her and she moaned into his mouth. Their passion ignited, his thrusts quickened and she met his thrusts with the same raw heat. Bringing a fumbling hand down to where they were joined, Peter's thumb pressed hard against her clit and she broke away from his mouth to scream his name before she released. Peter felt himself empty inside her seconds later and he collapsed in her arms, panting heavily.

"Well. That was such a nice way to wake up," he heard her say teasingly. He grinned and looked up into her eyes.

"Sorry. I just had to have you again. You're quite irresistible." She went pink and shook her head.

"I don't believe that but it's nice of you to say so." Frowning slightly, he pushed her sodden hair out of her eyes and leaned in close.

"You don't believe me when I say you're beautiful? Why would I lie to you?"

"Oh Peter…I'm just not used to hearing it, that's all. Least of all from you."

"I should have told you every single day how more and more beautiful you were becoming. I had such incredible dreams about you, you drove me crazy in my sleep AND in my waking state."

"Right back at you, my sweet," she said with a smile. Smiling, he rewarded her with another kiss before he leaned back and studied her.

"And I was the only one, right? To drive you crazy I mean?" Rolling her eyes, Wendy leaned up to kiss him again and he took that as a yes. They started to clutch at each other and continue to kiss but a sharp knock at the door made them break away immediately. Peter hid Wendy behind him as she clutched her gown to her and they waited for whoever it was to enter the room. Mr. Smee entered with his eyes lowered to the floor, knowing that the two youths were probably not decent. He held a thick bundle in his arms.

"The Cap'n would like to see you both on deck. He's asked for you to be dressed nice like, as we are going ashore." Peter took the clothes from Smee and frowned.

"Where are we going?"
"Don't rightly know, lad, but best not keep the Cap'n waiting." He bowed his head and hurried from the room. Peter examined the clothes and thought they looked far too fancy for his taste. Wendy, however, was running her fingers over the black lace of her new gown. She turned away to dress and Peter set to dressing himself. It took him a few moments as he never wore many clothes, and definitely nothing like this but he dressed as quickly as he could. When he finished, he studied himself in the window and thought, despite the fact that he had dressed as something he despised, the look suited him. He heard a rustle of skirts behind him and his jaw nearly dropped when Wendy stepped out of her corner. If they hadn't been summoned at that moment, he would have stripped her dress off and taken her against the wall. Dear Lord, WHAT was he becoming? What had she turned him into? The dress Hook had given her made her look the epitome of a pirate's doxy. It was several layers of red material that rustled when she walked, with black lace at the edge. Her shoulders were left bare and the black corset reminded him how tantalizing her figure was. She had pulled her long blonde curls over her shoulder and her breasts were pushed up together so that the tops were exposed to the air. Peter's mouth had gone dry as he looked his lover up and down. He was suddenly afraid of what Hook would do; Peter had gotten aroused at the very sight of her. He was sure Hook would rip her dress off and take her as soon as he saw her. He straightened up and cleared his throat. Bowing a little, he offered her his arm, which she took, smiling.

"You're stunning, my sweet."

"And you are very handsome, Peter Pan."

"I look like a pirate," he said, rather quietly. She smiled knowingly and squeezed his wrist gently.

"But you aren't one. You're the Prince of Neverland. Masquerading as a pirate to survive. And I quite like the look on you." Trying to forget that she once considered joining Hook's crew as 'Red-Handed Jill', he opened the door and stepped into the narrow hallway.