AN: Just a cute little fluff chapter because I don't know if I'm gonna be able to post anymore this weekend, so here it is! No plot, just fluff :D Happy reading!

~Luna

Chapter 4

"Peter, no!"

"It's fun and you have to learn sometime."

"No! Not like this!"

Peter had me in his arms. And under normal circumstances, I would be fine with that. Except that right now, we were five hundred feet off the ground. And Peter had no intentions of putting me down. Neverland was a tiny, green crescent against the sparkling Never Sea. Like most humans, I immensely enjoyed being on the ground. Peter was obviously not human as it had only been a month and his favorite place was up in the air. I clung to him like my life depended on it, and it did.

"Let go, you've already gotten a healthy dose of pixie dust," he drawled.

I shook my head, holding even tighter around his neck.

"You give me no choice," and with that he let go of me and I slipped towards the ground.

My stomach had taken up and new home in my throat and my ears were pounding. I swear I could hear my blood run through my veins or perhaps that was just the deafening roar of the wind. As Neverland got closer and closer, I covered my face with my arms, that way they'd have some way to identify the body. But the ground never came.

Instead I had stopped a foot from a very fluffy looking cloud. I reached out to touch it, and discovered it felt just like a cold pillow. Interesting. And furthermore, I was floating. Or flying. I righted myself, before doing a few lazy somersaults in the air. Huh. The bastard was right.

"Fun isn't it?" He asked, startling me.

"You jerk!" I screamed, turning around to hit him on the chest. He turned to do the same, before stopping.

"I can't hit you back!" He whined, gesturing to my chest, which was unbound today. "You're a girl today and I can't hit a girl."

"I guess you'll just have to catch me," I smiled and then took off, flying fast among the clouds.

We started a race of sorts, hiding behind clouds and feigning turns. The most fun part had to be when in his hurry to catch me, Peter went straight through a cloud and came out soaking wet. The worst was discovering that high winds were not beneficial to long hair, which was a flub on my part.

"Caught you," he whispered from behind, hands wrapping around my middle.

We waited there, enjoying the moment with the clouds. He was still soaking wet and my hair had practically turned into dreadlocks, but still we just stayed, him enveloped around me. I leaned my head back on his shoulder. My face turned upwards towards his. My heart was pounding and I wasn't sure if it was from the altitude or just being this close to him. He turned his down to mine, and our lips inched closer until they were almost touching.

And he pulled away. Bastard. Peter let go of me and we stood there awkwardly. "The boys will wonder..." He began.

"We should go," I agreed. We both flew off fairly quickly, both keen to forget the episode on the clouds.