Peter pulled Wendy out of the crystal blue water of the pool. They climbed together behind the waterfall, the cool spray hitting her skin. Both were out of breath, and Wendy leaned against opposite wet wall of the hidden rocky cave. She surveyed the wild boy in front of her. His hair was plastered around his wet face making his features silly and boyish.

"Did you like your swim Wendy?" asked Peter, a wide grin on his face.

"Yes," she said. "I didn't know water was that clear. In London it's much different." Peter nodded like he understood.

Wendy looked at the boy in front of her. For weeks she had had the strangest notions. Being close to him was so fun! She enjoyed every laugh they shared together, but sometimes it wasn't enough. Sometimes like now. Being together alone made her heart beat a little harder and she tingled in the pit of her stomach. She stared at his hand. It was always warm and she loved the way her skin heated every time he grabbed hers. She stared at it so long, she started to flex hers thinking about it. And she still wanted her kiss.

"Peter…" said Wendy pensively, trying to coax him to look her in the eyes.

"Yeah Wendy?"

"Do you like the game we play? I mean the one where we pretend to be the boys' mother and father?"

"Yes, I love games, you know that!" Peter grinned.

"Do you like the part when we sit together while they sleep?"

"Sure." He started to look doubtful about the direction Wendy was taking the conversation.

"How about the idea of us being married?" Wendy took a slow step forward.

"I, um, I guess so. I like games, and that's part of that one. Right?"

"Yes, I suppose it is." Wendy crossed the cavern floor and leaned her shoulder against the wall next to him. Peter stared straight ahead at where she had been moments before, wondering why his heart was pounding, and his palms were warm.

"Peter?" She asked softly, willing him in her mind to turn.

"Yes Wendy?" Peter glanced at her and didn't like what he saw in her face, so he looked back at the wall in front of him.

"Would you, that is to say, like to, or like me to… well I mean, we're alone. Does your heart ever race when you're around me…when we're alone?"

Peter paused, then nodded his head quickly keeping his hands pressed behind his back against the cave wall.

"Do you get warm…when you think about me?"

He nodded again, this time slowly.

Wendy came around to face him, looking into his eyes. Peter at first looked away, but feeling like he had better pay attention to what was about to happen, looked down into her face. His heart started beating wilder, so he focused on her nose and her mouth. He decided that wasn't doing much good to stem the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach so he closed them instead.

"Peter, I meant what I said the night I met you." Wendy purred, causing Peter to flinch slightly. She wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not. Her heart was racing just a badly as Peters. It was a delicious and scary feeling.

"Hmm?" murmured Peter.

Wendy placed her hands on Peter's shoulders. His hands came up to hers, and she feared he would push her away. But they were stagnant, just holding them in place. Buoyed by his response, she leaned a little closer.

"I still want to give you a kiss," she said. Ever so slowly, she pressed her lips to his. While her eyes fluttered shut, his eyes flew open. His head fell back against the rock. He pushed into the wall as if to disappear within the rock.

Wendy felt his rigid response and pulled away. Peter stared at her blankly, his lips pursed and tight. She felt the sting and removed her hands.

"Oh, I see. You…didn't enjoy that…Peter?" Wendy's arms drooped at her sides. "Don't worry Peter, I won't try that again."

She walked to the cave mouth. With one more backward glance, she flew around the waterfall to the mossy grass in front of the pool. She slumped onto the soft earth, cursing herself for letting a momentary lapse of curiosity get the better of her.

What was she thinking? She never wanted to see Peter Pan again, if only to save her from embarrassment. But she needed him to show her the way home. Darn, but she would have to stay near until he came out of the cave. But who knew how long that would take?

...

Peter was still pressed against the cave wall staring straight ahead. What just happened? He couldn't wrap his head around the physical sensations pulsing through his body. They weren't unpleasant, but neither were they welcome. Wendy was supposed to be his mother, his friend. He felt something had changed. Yes, something had changed but not immediately. He had a feeling this "kiss" had been in motion for some time. A week after he took Wendy and her brothers, she had started to bother him in a peculiar way. Just something in the way she walked started to change. No that wasn't it, she hadn't changed; it was just him taking notice.

Peter became agitated now. Was Wendy doing this to him on purpose? For some reason the way she sang the lost boys to sleep. When she had sung Peter's favorite song at his request just nights before, his throat began to tickle and close up, and it felt as though she were physically touching him. He didn't want to tell her to stop, but he didn't want her to sing anymore either.

Then there was the matter of her night dress. Peter started to pace the cave floor now, pondering. He had noticed that it was becoming a bit tattered and there was a hole just above her left knee that exposed some of the creamy white skin of her thigh. Just a spot though. It occurred to him that two days ago he had the most wicked notion to see if her whole leg was all the same color.

But the "kiss". Oh the kiss...

He headed over to the mouth of the cave to peer out through the waterfall. What was going to happen now?

He saw Wendy. His heart skipped a beat for she was wading in the water up to her calves.