Just a warning, dear readers, this chapter is pretty smutty. You have been warned ;-) Enjoy and keep those reviews coming! I'll probably write some more tonight. I just wrote a chapter last night that surprised even me and certainly took this fic into an interesting direction, I can't wait til you see what I have in store ;-)

Henry gripped Wendy's wrist tightly and dragged her outside.

"Henry, please, you're hurting me!" He let go roughly and spun around to face her.

"You made a fool out of me tonight."

"You didn't need my help for that. The alcohol on your breath makes your common sense fly out the window." SMACK. Wendy cried out as she was flung to the ground, grasping her cheek. Henry bore down on her but a flying blur pelted into his stomach, knocking him backward. Wendy heard scuffling noises and she struggled to her feet. The boys were rolling around, throwing punches and Henry snarled, "Give up boy. I'm older and stronger than you."
"Older you may be but that doesn't make you stronger. It makes you an old man!" Peter jumped to his feet, his hands on his hips and a smug smile around his bleeding mouth, his mask lying discarded nearby. Henry was sporting a bloody nose and a busted lip and his eyes narrowed.

"Don't you dare even think about touching my betrothed. Whore or not, she's all mine." Peter's eyes blazed angrily and in a flash, he had yanked his dagger out and had flicked the blade across Henry's cheek.

"Never, ever, call her that. She is not a whore…nor will she ever be yours." Henry's eyes narrowed in hatred; he was unarmed and he felt like he would faint if he tried to fight right now. Angrily, he grasped his cloak around his shoulders and stormed off. Peter watched him go with a look of distaste on his handsome face, before he tucked his dagger into his suit and turned to Wendy. His eyes went to her swollen cheek and the bruise forming under her eye. Her hand was pressed against her cheek in pain, her eyes welling with tears. Peter's hand gently touched her cheek and she jumped at his caress, her eyes flying to his. She gasped as they bore into hers, and Wendy saw ocean waves tossing in their depths. Peter leaned forward and lightly touched his lips against hers. But she let out a little whimper and clutched at her injured lip. Peter jerked his head back and bit his lip, gasping in pain as his fingers flew to his lips.

"Come on. I'll take you home." Before she could object, he had scooped her into his arms and was flying her through the air. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her head rested on his chest. Peter closed his eyes and listened to the sound of her heart beating against his. This felt right. Wendy was more important than youth and adventures and flying. He'd give it all up in a heartbeat for her. And that's what he intended to do. If…WHEN, he found a way back, he would beg for Wendy's forgiveness and follow her back to London and grow up. His wife, his children, his family were all worth it. In his heart, he had always known that.

He soared through her window and gently set her on the bed. She stared at him through wide eyes and he reached out a trembling hand to brush away a curl that had escaped its bun. Likewise, she reached out to run her fingertips down his chest and he sucked in a breath as her fingers unbuttoned one of the buttons of his shirt. She felt a desire burning inside of her for the boy who held her hidden kiss. She felt drawn to him, his very soul calling to hers. Dreams were no longer enough; she wanted all of him for real. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his, ignoring the pain. He responded hungrily, swallowing her kisses and gripping her curls tightly. Wendy moaned against his lips, her arms reaching around to wrap around his neck and he leaned her back, straddling her slightly. Every kiss, every caress, every tender touch was like new. It drove Peter crazy. He had been with this her many times before but now, it was their first time being intimate away from their dreams and he loved it. He felt whole, complete, finally absolute in her arms. He moved his lips across her skin and she sucked in a breath as he feasted on her flesh. His hands stroked down her side, his thumb brushing against the side of her breast. Wendy writhed on the bed underneath him, almost suffocating from the constricting dress she was wearing. Peter noticed and climbed off of her, causing her eyes to shoot open and lean up, about to ask him what was wrong. He kissed her again and his hands went to the buttons on her dress. His skilled hands had her dress off in minutes and she was now in nothing but her corset and petticoats. Peter felt himself harden with desire as he slid his hand up and down her thigh, teasing her to no end. She bit her lip as she leaned back on her elbows and threw her head back. Peter watched her with a lusty gaze and slid the petticoats down her legs. Slicing through the stays of her corset, he peeled it off, baring every inch to his adoring gaze. Wendy was about to cover herself but Peter, already sensing this, pressed his chest against hers and leaned her back again. He rose off her slightly so that his hands could caress her globes and he smiled as she let out a breathy moan. Using her throat as a jumping point, his tongue traveled down her neck and chest until he stopped at her perfect mounds. Peter realized how long it had been since he had been intimate with this woman that he adored so much. He missed her body and he missed her. Wanting to draw out every blessed second, his tongue flicked over a nipple and it immediately hardened. Peter licked and sucked all around her breast before he took her into his mouth and sucked. Wendy arched her back and Peter's hands went to the other while he showed tender care to the left one.

"Oh god Peter," she said in a lusty moan and Peter squeezed his eyes shut, loving that sound. He looked up from the valley of her breasts and saw her eyes squeezed shut, her head thrown back, her curls starting to tumble out of the bun. He moved back up to her mouth, thrusting his tongue past her lips and asking hers to dance with his.

"Wendy. God I need you, Wendy," he said softly between kisses and Wendy brought a leg up and wrapped it around his waist, pulling him closer to her. Wanting nothing more than to be buried deep inside her, he and Wendy both tore at his suit and threw it to the floor. He slid her silky drawers down her legs and they joined his clothes in a pile. His hips resting against hers, he could feel how hot and ready she was and it drove him even crazier. He suddenly remembered that he hadn't been with her yet; this would be her first time and it would hurt her again. Biting his lip, he reached between them and ran his thumb up and down her slit. She cried out as his fingers delved into her and leaning up on her elbows, she struggled to get away. Grinning, Peter leaned down and touched his tongue to where his fingers dallied. Wendy lost control completely; she jerked off the bed, her hips flying into the air, and screamed his name. Peter reached up and held her by the hips as his tongue dove into her folds and he tasted every inch of her. She was still the same; that sweet combination of honey and citrus and a taste that was all her own. His passion ignited, he sank deeper into her and felt her fingers grab at his curls. She shuddered and he knew she was close; he brought her to her glorious peak and kissed his way back up her body as she lay, panting, her hands over her heart. Peter rested his hips on hers again and started to position himself at her entrance. Her eyes shot open and she leaned up, pushing against his chest.

"Wait, Peter, wait."

"What's the matter?" He hoped very much that she wouldn't say anything about age; he may look like a boy but he knew he wasn't anything close to being a boy. And he felt like more of a man now than he ever had, now that he had made up his mind to leave Neverland for Wendy, if that was her wish. She had been right. Those weren't the decisions or actions of a little boy.

"I…I can't do this. I shouldn't be doing this."

"Wendy," he said in a breathy whisper before nibbling on her ear. Her eyes slid shut and she let out an "oh" of surprise. She struggled to regain her wits.

"No, Peter, wait. I...am….betrothed to be married. I have to save this for my husband. He's to be my first and my only."

"I was your first, Wendy. I'm your first and only." She pulled away from him, frowning.

"What ARE you talking about?" He sighed and pushed a strand of hair off her cheek, his finger stroking her face gently.

"How many times do I need to tell you? I magically changed my life, my reality. But we're married, living in Neverland. I was your first…and only. We make love under the stars every night," he lied and Wendy's eyes widened.

"You're mad."

"Not in the slightest. We even have children."

"Children," she repeated faintly. "How does the Prince of Neverland have children?"

"Actually it's King . And you, my Queen, gave me three beautiful children. A boy and twin girls." Wendy was going paler by the minute and Peter sensed danger. This wasn't heading where he had been hoping.

"Our son, Wyatt, is the Prince. And our daughter Adette is just like you. Looks and acts like you, that is. Farrah takes more after me, you say."

"Adette…I always planned to name my daughter Adette."

"You did," he said with a smile. "They both have your beautiful eyes. Those eyes that captured my heart and never let it go. I grew up for you, Wendy. I even died for you but obviously, I came back to life." Wendy's eyes were as wide as dinner plates.

"You…died?"

"It's a long story," he said, leaning on his elbows and gazing into her wide eyes.

"Tell me…exactly how you changed things." Peter's face fell and he found himself looking away from her.

"I made the biggest mistake of my life. I wished for things to be different. We had a fight and I think you were going to leave me. And I wished for things to go back to as they were. I didn't want a life without you, Wendy, but that's what that wish made. A life without you. But it made me realize something. That a life without you is no life at all. So I'm going to try to find a way to make it back there, to Neverland, where we left off. Where our children are. I want to find you and tell you that you are my greatest miracle, the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. I need to find you and beg you to forgive me and stay with me. I need to find you and convince you I love you with all my being."

"You think I don't know that?"

"I think you've forgotten it," he said softly, his fingertip brushing against her lips. Wendy glanced down but glanced back up at him.

"I never stopped believing in you, Peter. I just thought you'd forgotten me."

"I know and I'm sorry. But I could never forget you, Wendy. Not in this life, not in any life. If only you knew what all we have been through together. You can't marry Henry tomorrow, because you're my wife and mine alone."

"I'm your…wife?!" He chuckled at her shocked tone.

"What did you think I meant when I said you're my queen and we have children together? Yes, we're married. Have been for some time now. And like all married couples, we've fought and sort of lost our way. But your face always brings me back. I won't ever let you go, Wendy. We're meant for each other, I know that more than ever now. And speaking of now, I believe we were in the middle of something," he flashed her a brilliant grin before he leaned down and took one of her breasts into his mouth again. Feeling him harden against her, she moaned and closed her eyes.

"Oh but Peter—"

"Tell me you don't want this, Wendy. Tell me you don't want me."

"I can't," she whimpered and Peter's grin broadened. He reached between them and grasped himself, positioning himself at her entrance. She leaned up and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he planted a warm kiss on her lips.

"Tell me if I hurt you, alright?"

"You could never do that," she said before leaning up to kiss him again. He smiled into the kiss, realizing those were her exact words their first time. His hands went to either side of her, bracing himself as he slid in deeper until he met her virgin barrier. He stayed still for a moment to give her time before he withdrew and pushed back in. Her eyes shot open and she winced in pain. Peter kissed her all over her face and leaned back to survey her expression.

"Do you want to stop?" She shook her head but squeezed her eyes shut, tears leaking over the sides.

"Just do it," she whispered. Peter closed his eyes; he hated hurting her and didn't want to see her tears. Instead, his lips came crashing down on hers just as he thrust into her, swallowing her scream. Wendy broke the kiss and Peter kissed away her tears.

"Just tell me when you're ready," he said against her cheek. He stayed still as he possibly could; the feeling was absolutely incredible. Being with her again was pure heaven itself. Their first time had been fantastic. He couldn't believe he got to experience their first time for a second time. He leaned back and stared down at her. He felt love surging through his body, like an explosion in his heart.

"Wendy. Look at me." She opened her eyes and gasped.

"Peter, you're…"

"What? Am I hurting you still? Do you want to stop?"

"No, you've…grown!"

"…Um, Wendy, that's supposed to happen—"

"NO! You're not a boy anymore. You're a…a…"

"Man?" He didn't flinch at the word; he looked perfectly calm and Wendy bit her lip.

"Yes." He nodded and leaned down to kiss her. He shifted his hips a little, pulling out slightly and pushing back in. Wendy moaned against his lips and found herself thrusting up to meet him. Peter sank deeper into her, establishing a rhythm that had them both screaming within minutes. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in even deeper, her nails scratching down his back. He threw his head back in ecstasy, moaning her name over and over. Wendy finished much quicker than she usually did (of course, this was her first time, he reminded himself) and he soon followed, resting his head on her sweaty breast and feeling her run her fingers through his curls. He smiled against her chest, feeling her heart race.

"I love you, Wendy. I will never stop loving you."

"How are you going to get back to your other life," Wendy asked cautiously. "Or do you hope to just start a new one here in this time?"

"My children are my greatest miracles. And so much happened I don't want to live with you not knowing. At the same time, I have no idea how to fix this. It was the stupidest mistake of my life and I don't know how to make it right again." He didn't mention the prophecy; he wanted Wendy to make her choice on her own. If she didn't return his love, he might as well be dead anyway. He wouldn't tell her that. He wouldn't tell Tink either. Wendy's fingertips brushed across his shoulder and down his chest and he glanced up at her, seeing her watching him with seductive eyes. Her hand crept lower, brushing across his hipbone and he let out a little moan as he felt himself coming alive again under her touch. She leaned down to kiss him, at the same time grasping him in her hand. He moaned into her mouth and struggled to steady his breathing as Wendy carried out her delicious fantasies with Peter. She leaned close, a few curls tickling his cheek. His hand went to the back of her head and he pulled her down on top of him.

"Again?"

"If you wish it," she said, giggling. Peter's brow raised.

"That's my line. But I most certainly do!"