A/N SORRY! I know it's late but I just started watching all the episodes of Supernatural and let me tell you something, that shit is distracting. Hope you like!

"Shut up, for once." She smirked and then their lips smacked together. Without the idea of the children watching, and with no clothes keeping them apart Wendy let her hands wander.

She ran her hands down his chest to his abs, outlining them delicately with her fingertips. She spread her fingers apart to fully span his stomach, rubbing across the hair that led under the water.

Peter deepened the kiss, brushing his tongue across her bottom lip asking for entrance, moaning lightly as she opened her mouth for him. He rapidly pushed his tongue into her, massaging her tongue with his own and savoring the taste of her. He had never imagined being this close to a girl, feeling her warm skin pressed against him caused his stomach muscles to contract and his length to harden.

"Oh, Peter." Wendy mused, reaching her hand down to brush the tip of his cock "What's this?"

Peter pulls her back to his lips, causing her hips to push back against him. His body involuntarily rocked back against her, rubbing his hips to hers. Wendy reveled in the feel of his hardness against her flat stomach, moving herself back and forth.

"Wendy…" Peter gasped as she took hold of him, and began leading him towards the shore; the water level sank as they came closer to the shore. The cool water hardening his cock even more as it blew across the shaft. "Oh, God," he moaned as she brought them into the sand and delicately caressed the length of him.

"Is that what you like?" She cooed, and abruptly blushed at the gravel in her tone.

Peter, unable to answer, nodded wildly and bucked his pelvis forward, further into her grasp. Wendy bit her lip, and flushed deep red, proud of her work. She dropped to her knees in front of him; hand still wrapped around him and led his tip into her mouth.

"Wendy?" He gasped, ripping himself away from her.

"What? Did I—Did I do something wrong?" She whimpered, pulling herself up and crossing her arms over her breasts.

"I don't…" The glint in his eyes betrayed her to his younger self. He took a shaky breath and looked around. "What were you doing?" He whispered.

"Kissing you." She frowned, trying not to look him in the eye.

"That was not a kiss, nor where you're supposed to kiss." He muttered, in a strained voice.

"You didn't like it?" She begged, innocently, her bottom lip jutted out.

"Can we just… regular kiss for a bit?" He asked, moving his lips closer to hers, looking into her eyes for permission. Embarrassed, Wendy moved her lips to his and pecked him on the lips chastely. Then, she pulled away.

"Is that all?" She clipped, turning her head away from him.

"Well, I…" He bit his lip and impulsively wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her back to him. "I was just talking about, kisses on the l-lips not… not kissing." He begrudgingly admitted, before pressing his lips to her neck softly.

"Stop it…" She moaned, but showed no signs of really wanting him to stop. He pulled away none the less, and as soon as he did, she whipped her head back furiously "I didn't mean to…" She stopped her sentence, then leaned herself into him, launching her arms around Peter's neck and pulling him back to her. Their lips locked, rather sloppily, and they both sighed as their tongues wrapped themselves together, massaging and exploring.

"Can we…" Peter started, breaking the kiss, "Lay down, so that we can… it's just that, it's hard to stand here…" He trailed of for the last time as Wendy threw herself towards the ground, taking him with her.

"Of course…" she purred, opening her legs for him to settle between.

"What do I…?" He began.

Wendy shook her head, and rolled back up so she could push him down "I'll just do it."

"Just kissing?" He mused, as she straddled his wait, not allowing for penetration.

"Uh huh." Wendy smiled, leaning down to let their lips meet.

Peter smiled back into their kiss, enjoying the softness of her lips and the roughness of the sand. He grabbed onto his hips and allowed his hands to stroke the sides of her body, and sweep across the plane of her back, feeling her jutting shoulder blades, softened by her skin. Then he swept his hands down to explore the smooth curve of her backend. Wendy felt him harden beneath her, his sheath pressing against her stomach, her stomach muscles tightened as Peter reacted by dragging his hands down her thighs. He reached back up and gripped her breasts, hard, and tried to pull her down closer to him.

"This isn't just kissing." She mumbled, smiling to him and moving away the slightest.

"I don't want just kissing anymore." Wendy smirked, but when she looked into his eyes, they were dull. Non-Peter was in control again.

Wendy lost her smile, but nodded anyway "You know what to do?" She asked, but by the mirth in his eyes she knew he did. Nothing like her Peter at all.

"Obviously," He raised an eyebrow as he flipped her over onto her back. "You wouldn't happen to have any…"

"Obviously not." She bit out, looking away from him.

"You don't want to?"

"Of course I do…" Just not with you, she sighed, but locked her lips back onto his, hoping he would turn back, or whatever happens when he becomes My Peter again.

"Open up." He joked, nudging his leg between hers.

"Yeah, or course, yeah." She spread herself open for him, gulping.

Peter watched her without moving, the break in passion allowing for him to notice the hesitance etched in her frown "Maybe another time…" Peter, still positioned in between her legs, whispered as he tried to make eye contact with her.

"No, there is no other time. I want this. I want… you." Wendy hoped she had imitated her voice from earlier, the one even she had found sexy, but the pained expression on Peter's face was all she needed to know that she had failed.

"I'm seriously fine just… kissing you; we don't need to go any further."

"I -" Wendy started, but Peter pressed his lips against hers softly.

"Do you want to put our leaves back on, ma petite?" he chuckled, causing Wendy's checks down to her neck to flush.

"It's just that… that is a bit unsightly. I can… help with that?"

"Wendy, m'amour, it's fine."

"I've never helped someone like that."

"I can tell." He kissed her again, a little deeper.

Wendy could feel herself squirm underneath him and found his waist with her roaming hands "You could teach me, you've taught me so much already…"

Wendy watched a spark return to his eyes, just slightly at first.

"This isn't sword fighting." He coughed lightly as her hands wrapped around the base of his penis and slowly dragged upwards. His eyes flickered closed as she repeated the motion. "Okay, keep… doing that but…"

Wendy started adding pressure randomly, watching the way he would close his eyes, or how he would take in a deep breath.

"Yeah," He sighed "Maybe, just a bit faster?" He almost begged, his arms quivering where he held himself above her.

Wendy nodded, and began to jerk her arm up and down rhythmically, but faster and faster until his breath hitched.

"Use the other hand to…" But she had already figured out what he wanted and she began to massage his tight scrotum.

Peter took in shallow ragged breaths and started to rock his hips opposite her hand, so that they crashed together. He dropped his head into the crook of her neck, laying kisses along her collar bone. His entire body tightened as all his muscles began to contract and he felt cold for just a second before he came to shuddering orgasm all over Wendy's hand and stomach.

"Sorry, désolée ma chère. Wendy, I'm so sorry."

"No, it's what I was expecting."

What she hadn't expected was the slickness between her own legs, or the strangled sob that emenated from the forest behind them.