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Never-birds sang beautiful melodies. Never-bugs hummed busily, and the Never-flowers seemed to be more fragrant than ever. All the noises and smells wafting into the underground room from the high little windows crudely carved in the earth made him feel alive. But nothing was as sweet to Peter Pan as waking up next to Wendy. She was splayed out across his bed, arm laying on his chest with his hand in hers. The blankets and skins were in heaps and jumble's everywhere. Apparently Wendy moved around a lot when she slept.

He kissed her fingers one by one, willing her to wake up. He had woken to something he'd never experienced before, down between his legs. His nethers had hardened in the night, and the only thing new was Wendy. She must have the answer. He wanted to continue where they'd left off the night before, but he wanted explanation too.

Wendy took a sharp intake of breath through her nose. Her eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar ceiling. She'd been dreaming about flying. Not a pleasant dream though. It felt so similar to the terror she'd experienced being shot out of the sky by the lost boys when she first arrived in Neverland. After Tinker Bell had told them she was a bird. It was the last time she had seen the tempestuous fairy. In her dream, she didn't know who had shot her down. But she was falling, falling, and then something touched her fingers lightly…

"Peter!" His eyes were soft, and he was kissing her hand. She gained a level of soberness, and looked around embarrassed at the mess she had made, flailing in her sleep. She'd ended up in an awkward position and she knew her hair must be a mess. She had hoped she would end up in a graceful pose. Her nightdress not twisted and wrinkled. But Peter didn't seem to see any of that. His eyes lit in excitement to see her awake. She smiled what she didn't know to be a seductive smile under her eyelashes and wrapped her arms around him, bringing herself tightly against his body.

"Good morning boy," she whispered. She itched for him to kiss her. He was heartbreakingly beautiful when he looked at her that way.

"Good morning Wendy Lady," he said. He pulled her tighter. Pressing his lips against her, he heard her give a little moan.

Something in the way Wendy was kissing him back, and the way she kept moving her body against his, made him want... more. More something. He opened his mouth, and tilted his head, moving his lips over hers.

It lit a fire in her belly, and she opened her mouth, meeting his tongue with hers. She pushed her knee between his legs and he tightened his grip. The throbbing in her stomach began to grow so much at the intimacy of it, that she slammed her pelvis into his, and he groaned into her mouth.

Peter was feeling the same sensation racing through his nethers again. That stiffening down there. But now was not the time to ask Wendy about it. Right now he just wanted to keep feeling her against him. He moved his hand down to her waist...

A commotion rumbled outside the room. Hungry voices, and thumping and wrestling. The lost boys were awake.

Before Peter even had time for another kiss, they all came rushing in crying, "Good morning!" "Were hungry!" and "Wake up, wake up! No more sleeping!"

They dog piled onto the bed, jumping on Peter, crushing Wendy's legs and scattering blankets and furs to the floor.

"We're hungry Wendy, we're hungry! Can you make us some breakfast please?!" asked Nibs pleading with his hands, as the other boys shouted in agreement. She didn't know what they'd done before she came to Neverland for breakfast, but they certainly had been taking advantage of her cooking skills since she'd gotten there.

Wendy looked at Peter's face and saw a smoldering annoyance. She mouthed to him a "Later" which didn't seem to pacify him at all. But he began to get up anyway.

"Boys!" he yelled. "Go wait outside so the Wendy Lady can get ready." He fully intended to stay and help her, but the boys grabbed his hands and shouted "Meat! Let's go hunting! We want meat!" and dragged him out of the room. Peter looked longingly back at Wendy sitting in the middle of his bed looking delightfully pretty and bemused. He cursed the boys under his breath.

Despite feeling a bit of the annoyance that Peter was displaying full force at being torn apart, Wendy couldn't help but laugh at the situation. Was this what her mother and father felt when the three children would come bounding into their room on Christmas morning? The thought made her realize how much of a child she was at home, and how in a place where she wasn't supposed to grow up, she felt more like an adult than ever.

There was no use sitting and pondering this however, she was feeling hungry herself. She got up and tried best she could to straighten the things in Peter's room. Now her room. The thought made her smile. She went to the hearth and started a fire.

She grabbed a pot (one of the many things to be found in the hideout, stolen from Hook's ship), and went to the stream to fetch some water to boil for tea. There was no familiar black tea to be found on the island, but she had found some fragrant flowers and herbs, that she had dried in the sun that made a delicious tisane. Only she and John drank it, but it made her feel more at home.

She knelt down next to the stream, and looked at her reflection swirling in the water, a little disappointed at the state of her hair. She combed it out with her fingers, and cupped her hand to take a drink from the flowing water but stopped. There, next to her reflection was another face. She jumped in surprise. Turning swiftly, she saw Tiger Lily standing behind her. But she wasn't alone. A handful of her Braves surrounded her. She froze to the spot, her breath hitching in her throat.

"We caught you Wendy-Bird. You will be our prisoner now," said Tiger Lily.

Wendy let out a little sigh of relief. She realized she'd been caught up in a game, one that had been going on longer than she'd been an inhabitant of Neverland.

"Tiger Lily! It's good to see you again," she said, standing. The Braves stiffened, alert; Wendy sank back down to the ground surprised. Tiger Lily grimaced, twisting her lovely features.

Wendy took a deep breath. "I regret that I really have no time to play this particular game today. The boys are hungry, and I must get back…"

"This is not a game Wendy-Bird!" Tiger Lily shouted, clenching her fists. "You will be our prisoner, and you will not see the lost boys again!"

The blood in Wendy's veins turned to ice. "What do you mean Tiger Lily? Why?"

Tiger Lily's eyes went dark, and she strode up to Wendy to whisper in her ear. "You will never see Peter again. You will never TOUCH him again," she spat out.

Wendy went white hot all over, knowing now that it wasn't just Hook that saw them together in the pool. Was her relationship with Peter to be seen and observed by EVERYONE in Neverland? Wendy felt the flames of anger spring up so ferociously, that she reached up to slap Tiger Lily across the face. The Indian Braves were already there, grabbing her arms and binding her hands.

"NO!" she screamed. "Let me go! Tiger Lily! Don't!" as she was slung over someone's back, thrashing and flailing.

Tiger Lily smiled, eyes still down and dark.