A/N Hey babies, I know it's been a long time, and I'm reeeeallll sorry. I have Bulimia and ended up getting put in a clinic again and I'm sorry but they don't give us access to the internet. Then, I joined an RP on Tumblr and it's my life now. So here's a depressing chapter to remind you how much of an asshole I am. Not that you needed much reminding…

Peter lost the ability his breathe when their bodies touched, her silky skin against his tanned calloused skin. He felt a flash of lightening in his stomach and pressed his lips against hers.

"Wendy." He murmured against her lips. "Wendy Lady." He dropped his head to drag kisses along her collar bones, wanting to press his lips against every part of her he could. He twisted their legs together so he pressed his thigh against the warmth between her legs. Wendy ground back against him, gasping at the feeling she hadn't quite expected. She brought her hands to his hair, and ran her fingers through his tangled curls. Under the covers Wendy continued rubbing her self along his leg, and beads of sweat started to form on her legs as the friction caused the trapped heat to swell. Wendy's body was responding in a way she had never expected, of course she understood the health class basics, but she never figured it would feel… like this.

He wrapped his arms around her torso, pulling her body as close as he possibly could. His hardness was pressed between them, rubbing against her soft stomach. Groaning, he brought his lips to hers again, capturing her kiss, and rubbing against her entirely. Peter licked her bottom lip and she granted him entrance, letting their tongues dance.

"Peter, let's…" She allowed her hands to leave his hair and trailed them down his arms, finally finding her way to his length. "Let's just."

"Not yet." He smiled and let her rub him softly for a moment before turning her unto her back, he moved one hand to cup her breast and then put his leg back between hers.

"What do you mean not yet?" She murmured, trailed kisses down his neck, and lifted her arms to latch them back into his hair.

Wendy! A dark voice from her memories screamed her ear. Wendy, what are you doing? It continued to berate her. For a moment it was silent again, and Wendy hesitantly brought her lips back to Peter's hoping he hadn't seen her fear.

Peter having, of course, seeing the terror that flashed over her face pulled himself away from her plying lips. "What's wrong, Wendy?" He wondered whether he's made a mistake with the way he was touching her, but the sad older Peter felt like he hadn't.

Wendy wasn't aware of Peter's soft questions, because she was no longer laying on the bed next to him. Well, her body was still intertwined with his, but her eyes had developed a faraway look reminiscent of when her Grandfather would speak of his service in WWII.

"Wendy?" He tried again, but Wendy Darling was missing. Again.

The was a faint trickle of leaking pipes in the background, that Wendy could just make out over the grunting and heavy breathing of the large man on top of her.

Peter watched as her face grew a shade of white he associated with the freshly fallen snow around Hang man's tree. He moved off of her, rolling onto his side, but her fingers were still latched in his hair, and against the better judgment of his hair follicles she was pulled along with him.

"Hurry up, Jukes." An angry voice hissed from behind a wall "Hook'll want her when he's done with The Boy." The man, Jukes, growled and thrust himself roughly in and out of her and she felt like she was being torn apart. She couldn't move, so she concentrated on the drip of the leaking pipes and started to tell a story of a pirate named Jukes, every inch of him tattooed.

Peter watched as Wendy began to curl in on herself, and began to panic. He couldn't get the lost boys because she was naked, but they would be no help anyway. He clasped onto her cheeks, and in a voice so deep he sounded like a real man he began to chant "I love you, Wendy. I love you." Her crystal blue eyes were still open, and tears had begun to slip down her cheeks as another memory resurfaced.

"Hello, Wendy Lady." The dirty boy smiled, and stopped fidgeting with the chain around his ankle as she was shoved into the fake bedroom. In all accounts it was a real bedroom, with a white dresser, vanity, and matching white night stands. There was a tall four poster bed piled high with every stuffed animal imaginable, it had a soft down red comforter and pillows with white slips. She had been instructed against, and rebuked for, talking to The Boy. She kept her mouth shut, but had long since lost her fear of when she went into this room with The Boy. She allowed herself to think his forbidden name, quietly even though she knew no one could hear her thoughts "Hello, Peter." She thought, and smiled at the floor. This room meant that is she did what she was supposed to, Michael and she could eat. Being here with Peter, or any of the younger boys, was much better than when she was with the men.

Peter caressed her cheeks and kissed her forehead and wiped away her tears, but none of that did anything to make Wendy move. His mind raced and he tried to imagine someone, anyone who would know how to deal with Wendy when she was acting like this, his mind went immediately to Tink, but he didn't know if he could trust her with Wendy. Tiger Lilly, he decided and pressed one last gentle kiss to Wendy's forehead before slipping into his leaves and bolting out the door, heading for the Indian Village.