Just a warning, this chapter contains a little bit of smut. Read at your own risk. and please review! :-)

Wendy turned over and found herself in a lush meadow. She sat up, blinking, and looked around her. Flowers bloomed all around her and she was near a beautiful waterfall that flowed into a crystal-clear lake. She glanced down and saw that she wore a short purple dress while her long golden locks blew loosely in the wind. Well, she was obviously no longer in London. The weather was much too warm for London and she had never seen a beautiful place like this before. Wait a moment…yes she had. She had been to several beautiful places, with a beautiful flying boy by her side. Gasping, she jumped to her feet and looked around.

"Peter?" she said hesitantly. She appeared to be alone and she felt the cool grass under her bare feet. She took a few steps toward the lake and continued to search for other life. She couldn't be the only one on the island. And if she was in Neverland, how did she get here? Suddenly a splash distracted her and her eyes darted to the lake. A head and arms were surfacing and Wendy took a step back. The figure shook himself, his sandy blonde hair sending droplets of water everywhere. He pushed himself up onto the rock and Wendy saw his muscles straining and rippling. She blushed bright red as she realized he had naught a stitch of clothing on and as the rest of his body came into view, she gasped and turned away. The sight of beads of water dripping down his sun-kissed flesh toward a forbidden destination was enough to make Wendy faint. She had turned away before she had seen anything but she bit her lip as she fought the urge to turn around.

"It isn't proper," she told herself aloud. "He's not decent!"

"Neither are you," said a deep voice in her ear that made her shiver. She glanced over her shoulder and went a deep shade of red.

"Would you put some clothes on, please?"

"You're the one who was watching me swim."

"I'd never! And what do you mean, I'm not decent?!"

"Oh, don't bother putting clothes on. I quite enjoy the sight." Wendy glanced down at herself and let out a little scream. The dress she had been wearing was gone and she stood before him in all her glory. Her hands hastily covered her private areas and she squeezed her eyes shut in humiliation.

"Oh good heavens, I don't know how this happened."

"I wished it so," he whispered as his tongue traced along her ear. Her eyes lazily closed and she felt herself lean into him. His arms wrapped around her and held her close to his strong chest. His hands gently brought hers down and he cupped her breasts with both hands. Her head fell back and her long curls tickled his chest. Peter leaned forward and lavished her neck and throat with his talented tongue, grinning at her moans and sighs. One hand remained on her breast while the other inched lower down past her hips. Wendy's eyes shot open as his fingers danced across her core and she let out a strangled cry. Peter buried his face in her hair and groaned into her curls.

"God I need you, Wendy. It's been so long."

"Peter! I want you, Peter." Needing no more than that, Peter brought Wendy down onto the grass and straddled her. Wendy didn't have a clue as to why she wasn't putting up a fight; she hadn't seen this boy in nearly eight years and now they were doing this?! She started to sit up, shaking her head.

"Wait, Peter, stop." He froze and leaned back, his wide eyes boring into hers. She bit her lip uncertainly and sat up.

"What are we doing? We can't be doing this."

"And why not?"

"Er, I'm betrothed to be married. You're still a little boy. This is completely and utterly immoral and scandalous to all polite society. Need I go on?"

"I guess those would all be great reasons if I actually cared. But I don't." Her jaw dropped and her eyes narrowed.

"Peter Pan, you are horrid! Is any of this even real?"

"In your heart, it's real. But what is real, Wendy? Am I real? Is Neverland real? Many people would answer no to both."

"I should answer no to both. I'm not a child anymore, Peter, I can't continue to live in this world of fantasy and—"

"Stop. Just stop it. Before I end up unconscious on the floor again. You know this is a dream. I'm afraid I'm not powerful enough to snatch you from your bed and take you to Neverland then magically remove your dress. You're dreaming of me and of my Neverland. You always do." Her eyes went back to his and she looked shy.

"This is a dream?"

"It's something like a dream anyway. It's our connection again. I can reach out to you, touch you, kiss you, and pretend like you're here beside me. The thing is, we remember when we wake up. It's like it did really happen." Wendy covered her eyes with her hands.

"This is all so confusing." He nodded and backed up, resting on his knees.

"I'll agree with that. Not that my life has ever been simple but this is definitely the most complicated it's ever been."

"Then why do you persist appearing to me? Obviously I complicate your life. So why not forget me and just move on?"

"Can I forget to breathe? Can my heart forget how to beat? Can my lungs forget to draw air? Wendy, I could never forget you. And I chose this life with you a long time ago. I turned away from boyhood and became a man so that I would always be with you." She stared at him, shaking her head.

"I don't know if I believe any of this. I want to but it's all too fantastic."

"Even after you waking up and finding my mark on you, you doubt it? Do you doubt your own eyes?"

"It could have been from anything! I bruise very easily." Peter was starting to grow very frustrated. The girl was infuriating, denying everything about him. He had half a mind to throw her back on the grass and have his wicked way with her. That would prove to her it was real, when she woke up sore between the legs and changed forever. But no, he would never do that to his Wendy. He'd be no better than Hook. Cringing at the thought, he stood and pulled Wendy to her feet. Closing his eyes, he imagined them in clothes and Wendy gasped as she was once again clad in her purple dress. Peter's leaves twisted around his built body and his sword appeared at his side. She looked up at him and saw he looked sad.

"I don't know what more to do to convince you, Wendy. I won't take your virginity because in some way, this IS real. I wish we could do whatever we wanted in our dreams, consequences be damned, but it's not that simple. I guess I'll…I'll bid you a good night and head back to the hide out." He turned to go but Wendy called him back.

"Will I…will I wake up here in Neverland?"

"No. You'll still be in your bed. It's like a dream, you haven't moved." Wendy nodded and Peter started to trudge away again but Wendy's hand shot out and rested on his arm. It sent tingles through him where she touched him.

"If I'll still wake up in my bed…can I just fall asleep anywhere?"

"Yes," he said slowly. She nodded and knelt to her knees, pulling him down with her. Surprised, he stared at her and she rested her head on his arm.

"I can't…do some things with you. But I can sleep in your arms for a while, if that's alright." Peter closed his eyes as his hands stroked her hair and she nuzzled into his chest.

"This is such a nice dream," she said into his chest, already asleep. He turned to her and kissed her lightly on the nose.

"Dream of me, Wendy. Dream of Neverland. Dream of my love surrounding you." Her arm reached out and draped over his waist as she nuzzled deeper into him. His arms wrapped tightly around her and for a moment, he felt that he was back home in their bedroom, holding his wife after a sweet night of love-making. Glancing at the woman in his arms, he felt a wrenching pain in his heart as he understood, there was the distinct possibility they might never have a night like that again.

Wendy squeezed Peter tighter to her, feeling his warmth surround her. But that cursed sun came up much too early and shone on Wendy's face, telling her to get up. Groaning, she buried her face in Peter's chest and gasped as she took note of how soft he was. Opening her eyes slightly, she saw she was clutching her pillow to her chest, her face buried into her comforter, and her blankets wrapped around her tightly. She sat up and looked around, wondering if Peter was here somewhere.

"It was a dream," she said firmly, throwing the blankets back. Shaking her hair back, she glanced out the window and sighed. "Wendy, you're such a child. Even if the dreams are real and he is telling the truth, there's nothing you can do. You are betrothed to Henry. Peter is too late." Her heart twisted at that thought and her fingers went to the acorn around her neck. She closed her eyes and smiled, remembering the night they had first met.

Peter gave her a sweet glance through the bedframe and she leaned over.

"I should like to give you a kiss." He stood up, holding his hand out and Wendy stared at him in bemuseument. "Don't you know what a kiss is?"

"I shall know when you give me one," was his reply. Wendy wanted to press her lips upon the handsome boy's cheek but she was sure he would react rather badly. So she slipped the thimble off her finger and put it in his palm. He started at it for a moment, sniffed it, then glanced back at her, unsure of what to do next.

"I suppose I'm to give you one now." Oh, good. He knew what a kiss was. Wendy smiled.

"If you should like." She closed her eyes and leaned her cheek forward. She only opened her eyes when she heard Peter's impatient "AHEM" and saw him holding the acorn in front of her face. She examined it for a moment, then thanked him and put a chain through it and slipped it around her neck. "His kiss" had saved her life in Neverland. Just as hers had saved his.