Just a warning, dear readers, this chapter is rated M for smut. read at your own risk! I know some of you have been waiting for that love scene so hope you enjoy! Plz review.

The party lasted well into the night and Wendy couldn't stifle her yawns. Her husband noticed and smiled.

"Ready to call it a night?"

"Oh don't let me ruin your fun! If you want to stay, I can just—"

"I'll see my lovely wife to bed," he cut her off, squeezing her hand. They made their way around the Village to say goodnight and headed back toward the teepees but Tiger Lily stopped them.

"We set up something closer to the water. I can show you if you like?"

"I think we can find it," Peter said, his eyes twinkling. The princess nodded and Peter and Wendy trudged off towards the stream.

The Indians had set up a large tent on the edge of the stream a ways away from the village. It was secluded, cozy, and a beautiful view with the moon casting its light on the water. Neverland seemed to sparkle as if covered in jewels. Wendy gasped in delight.

"I don't think I've ever seen something so beautiful."

"I certainly have," Peter replied softly, his eyes glued on Wendy. She glanced at him and blushed. He laughed and moved closer to her.

"You're so adorable when you blush."

"Well I can't help what you do to me…or how you make me feel." His hand went to her cheek and he gently pushed a curl back before his lips grazed her skin, his breath warm on her neck and sending tingles down her spine. She turned in his arms and he pressed his chest against her back, wrapping his strong arms around her. He slowly slid the feathered cape off her shoulders and flung it aside. One of his hands slid seductively down her arm and across her chest, brushing against her breast. He started to slide the dress down her arm, revealing her bare shoulder. Any sight of her flesh made him moan with want and his lips grazed her skin. Wendy trembled under his caresses, her head dropping back onto his chest. Smiling, he bent down and sucked at her throat with relish. Quick as a wink, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the tent. Making sure the flap was securely closed, he turned back to his wife, who was kneeling on the thick pile of blankets. Very slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, he lowered to the blankets and his hands went to her waist. His nimble fingers unclasped the belt and her gaze held his as his fingers slipped under the dress and he very slowly pulled it up her body. Unresisting, she held up her hands and allowed him to pull it over her head. He caught his breath in his throat as he gazed at her shimmering body, fighting his desire to cover her with his own and make her his. He knew she would need time to heal. And he would give her that. He owed her that at the very least, he felt. But that didn't mean he couldn't spend tonight adorning her with kisses. He leaned forward and captured her lips with his, his tongue sweeping her bottom lip before thrusting into her mouth, all the while his hands going to her breasts and massaging them gently. She moaned against his mouth and he hardened at the sound of it. Wendy's hand shyly came up between them and grasped him through his leaves. He nearly let out a yelp as her small hand squeezed him gently, and he unknowingly thrust into her hands. Not breaking their kiss, her hand moved up to his stomach to the edge of the trousers. Her actions agonizingly slow, her hand trailed down his flaming-hot skin and dipped into his trousers, her fingers finding his hot flesh. He gasped and broke the kiss, throwing his head back and moaning. Full of newfound confidence, Wendy leaned him backwards and climbed over him, her hand finding his full length and stroking softly. She leaned down and kissed his chest, her fingers unfastening his cape and she quickly slid the leaves down his toned legs. She had never seen the full extent of him and she was taken aback by the beauty before her. Peter watched her with wide eyes, his chest heaving and his cheeks growing very warm. Seeing just how much his body had grown and filled out made Wendy weak. She leaned down and kissed his chest, her warm tongue flicking over his nipple and making him release something between a moan and a hiss. Her tongue trailed down his chest, kissing at his rippled abs and she made her way down to his quivering manhood. Peter tried to sit up but Wendy's hand rested on his chest and she gently pushed him back down. She kissed his tip, her lips teasing him mercilessly. His hands went to his hair and he gripped his curls.

"Sweet Neverland, Wendy!" She took him into her mouth and he let out a cry, her name escaping his lips. She smiled and giggled a little and the vibrations nearly drove Peter to madness. He felt his hips leave the ground and he panted her name.

"Wendy…something's about to…happen! Oooooooh GODS!" Peter felt himself reach the very gate of heaven as he seized up and suddenly felt very weak. His chest heaving, his heart racing, he remained where he was for a moment, attempting to catch his breath. Wendy grinned and leaned down to kiss him; his fingers wrapped themselves in her curls and he sat up, both of his hands going to her hair and pulling her toward him. His hands moved down to her waist, pulling her into his lap and his tongue created a path of fire from her neck to her breasts, across her hipbone, until he gently lay her on her back and sucked at her inner thigh. He quickly looked up at her to see her reaction but she looked relaxed and content, allowing him to continue his exploration. Biting his lip, he prayed that he wouldn't do anything wrong as his tongue flicked across her folds and she let out a scream; scared at first, he quickly realized this was not a scream of pain and so he continued, his tongue delving in deeper and tasting her completely. Sinking deeper into her, he spread her legs apart and slid a finger insider her. Wendy writhed underneath him, clutching at the blankets with white knuckles. Peter added a finger and stroked her inside and out, grinning at the sound of his name being panted and moaned. He felt her bury her fingers in his hair and he sucked harder, feeling invigorated and completely confident in his abilities. She let out a loud scream and seized up, before she relaxed completely. He assumed that it was the same thing that had happened to him moments ago, or at least very similar. He went back to her lips and she tasted herself on him; she gripped his hair and pulled him down on top of her, hid body covering hers. They both felt their midsections meet and both gasped. Peter's eyes flew back to hers and he bit his lip.

"Wendy, if you need more time…"

"No Peter. I want this. I need this. I need to know I'm yours completely." His hand stroked her cheek and noticed the paint was gone; she was completely natural and had a lovely glow to her face. He had never thought her more beautiful.

"You're mine completely. But we don't need this to prove that. We can wait."

"Don't you want this, Peter?" To emphasize her point, she reached down and grasped him in her palm and his eyes slammed shut as he let out another moan.

"Gods, more than anything," he said through gritted teeth. Wendy spread her legs underneath him and guided him to her entrance. She bit her lip as his tip touched her as horrible memories came flooding back. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing for the images to go away. It was just them. Her Peter. Her husband, loving and gentle and perfect. When she opened her eyes, she saw him watching her with the most loving gaze. His hands went to either side of her as he pushed in deeper, watching her face for any sign of pain or hesitation. He felt himself slide even deeper and her warm walls clenched around him. He had no idea how long he would be able to last for the feeling was incredible. His hand moved to her waist, gripping tightly as he started to thrust in and out of her. He went as slowly as he possibly could but Wendy urged him on, her legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him into her. She arched her back and he leaned down to suck at her breast as he plunged in and out. The most amazing sensations overtook him and he gave into them willingly. He had no idea what he was doing but this was his Wendy, the girl who had given him her hidden kiss. The one who meant everything to him, the woman he now called his wife. It was as close to perfection as he could possibly get. In their intimate connection, they found an even deeper connection with one another and as they reached their peaks together, their bodies were melded together as Peter refused to release his hold on her. Rolling them onto their sides, Peter pulled a blanket over them and he nuzzled against her hair.

"I love you, my Wendy-wife."

"I love you Peter Pan," she replied sleepily. Feeling sleep tug at him, his eyes shot open, as he remembered Sedna's gift. He reached behind him to grab his leaves and he glanced down at Wendy, a broad grin on his face. He tenderly lifted her hand and slipped the magnificent ring onto her finger. Wendy noticed nothing, for she was already deep into her dreams. Giving her the lightest and most loving of kisses, he whispered "Wendy Pan", before he lay his head down beside her and joined her in their dreams.