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Return of Pan	By : hauntedangel3 Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 8899 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Return of Pan
Chapter Two
Wendy was hysterical. She couldn’t get her mind to believe what she had just seen. As if in a trance, she had pulled Peter onto the sofa and laid him down until he awoke. She’d begun pacing and talking to herself, trying to rationalize why he had done this; why Tinker Bell had done this for him. He was the boy would never grow up and here he was laying on her sofa, as a full grown, handsome, naked man. Wendy blushed at the last thought.

“Tinker Bell!” she suddenly exclaimed, noting that the fairy was now sitting up and holding her head woozily. “Why did you do this?” she demanded to know. The fairy jingled a whole series of notes, while tossing her arms in the air and flying up to be eye level with Wendy. She was definitely angry and when she glanced at Peter, she stopped.

Her wings lowered and she began to sink in the air, until Wendy caught her with her open palm. Tinker Bell began to cry and her glow turned blue, as her wings shook as if they were cold. Wendy’s hand began to feel icy, but she didn’t understand.

“If you didn’t want to do this… why did you?” she asked more gently.

Tinker Bell looked up and crossed her fingers for Wendy to see. Remembering the words of Peter that Tink had owed him, she got the message. The fairy had been indebted to him, but why he’d wanted this she couldn’t comprehend.

Turning back to the sofa, Wendy felt fear writhe in her stomach. What would Peter do when he woke up and realized what he’d done? What was she going to say?

First thing was first though… She needed to get him some clothes.

“Tink, I’m going to go fetch him something to wear that is more in his size. Watch him,” she said. The fairy nodded from Wendy’s palm and flew over to stand on Peter’s bare chest, which softly rose and fell.

Wendy hurried up the stairs and into her bedroom. She rifled through drawers and the closet until she found a brown pair of slacks, a white shirt, and tan vest. She stopped on her way out to go back for some black shoes and then hurried back down to Tinker Bell and Peter.

When she reached them, Peter was stirring, but was yet to open his eyes. Wendy laid the clothes on a small table and went to the kitchen. She came back with a glass of water. Tinker Bell motioned for her to come closer and reached her hands into the water, scooping it up, and splashing Peter in the face with it.

The now twenty something man blinked and groaned, as he lifted his head, holding one side and wiping the water away with the other. It took a moment before he realized that Wendy and Tinker Bell were both staring at him from his right.

Peter gulped.

“Are you alright?” Wendy asked, crouching down and laying a hand over his.

Peter nervously cleared his throat and avoided eye contact, but he managed to nod. Wendy held the glass out to him and he took it, sipping it after giving its contents a sniff. He handed it back to her after a few gulps.

Wendy watched him, not sure what more she should do now. Peter suddenly noticed his hands and stared at them in shocked awe. They trembled as he turned them over to examine. His eyes moved to his chest and he touched the light colored hairs, blinking. Wendy couldn’t tell if he was upset, or not at his decision.

Peter wiggled his toes, which stuck out of the quilt and lifted the blanket up to peek underneath. At this, his eyes widened and he lowered the quilt with reddened cheeks.

Wendy tried to pretend she hadn’t seen that and turned to gather the clothes she’d brought him. “Here,” she said, bringing them to Peter. “I believe these shall fit you.”

Taking them, Peter and Wendy caught sight of Tinker Bell shaking her head. She loudly jingled, turning red, before flying off back upstairs.

“What did she say?” asked Wendy, assuming it had not been good. She remembered Tinker Bell’s temper well.

“Nothing I should repeat,” he answered, his voice smooth and deep. He touched his throat and appeared surprised by the sound of his new voice. In all honesty, it made Wendy tremble, just as it had when they had both been children.

Peter sat up and positioned the blanket around his waist, before he stood.

“There is a guestroom through that door over there. You can change in there,” she told him, pointing to his destination. Peter nodded. She still couldn’t tell if he was sad, happy, or just indifferent, but she felt she’d give him at least a little time before she asked.

Peter disappeared into the room and the door shut. Wendy collapsed onto the sofa and let out a huge sigh. What was she going to do?

The door soon opened and out strolled Peter in his new clothing. Wendy’s heart nearly leapt out of her chest. He was more handsome than ever, yet in his eyes she could still see the Peter Pan she had always loved.

Blinking, she broke her gaze and grabbed the glass of water, downing the rest of it. Peter walked over to her and she set down the empty cup.

“You don’t look happy,” he said with a frown.

Wendy had to remind herself that she needed to respond to him, or end up looking like a complete and utter fool. “Yes, I mean, I am- that you’re okay. Peter, why did you do this?” she came right out and asked.

“Tink owed me a favor for saving her life when she died. She had to give me a wish. It’s a fairy thing,” he explained with a nonchalant shrug, his hands in his pockets.

Wendy shook her head. “You can’t just wish yourself grown up!” she cried, looking at him. “Peter, you’ve always wanted to be a boy, and have fun. I remember those words. Now, you broke my heart once, it’s not fair of you to do it again!”

Peter looked confused. “Wendy, who says I’m doing it again?” he asked.

“I… don’t know…” she answered and then thought about it. “Peter you know as much as I that you can’t be a man. It’s not what you are meant to be.”

Turning his eyes down to the floor, he didn’t say anything. “But I wanted to have you,” he mumbled so incoherently that Wendy could not understand.

“What?” she asked.

Peter looked up and shouted almost painfully over the fact that she wasn’t accepting this, “I wanted to have you!”

Like a child, he stormed away into the kitchen, leaving Wendy choked by her emotions. She was shaking and she wasn’t sure from what. She finally followed him and found him sitting on the countertop.

“Peter…” she said slowly, trying to form the words, “you refused to come back and grow up with me, and now you’ve changed your mind?”

He looked at her and then back at his feet. “I… I never realized how alone I was… I thought I’d forget you, like I forget everything else,” he admitted, kicking the cabinets with his heels. “It wasn’t fun anymore. Neverland’s become so dark. It’s always winter and so cold…” He shuddered as he remembered. “I started having dreams of you, where we were happy and together.”

Wendy felt tears threatening to spill from her eyes, but she held them back, stepping closer to Peter. His head jerked up to hers.

“You gave me your thimble. You said it was mine and always would be…” he said softly, hurt in his eyes.
Wendy now understood. He had taken that to mean that she would be waiting for him always as well. A tear trickled onto her cheek.

“Peter,” she said, looking him right in those beautiful green eyes, “it still does.”

When she said this, his eyes lit up and a smile finally crept onto his lips. It was the impish grin she’d come to love. Taking his hand, she asked, “Is this really what you want?”

Peter nodded. “It is. Tink couldn’t undo it anyway if she tried.” There was a tinge of sadness in his voice and Wendy found herself feeling guilty for being the cause. She hoped this hadn’t been some impulsive thing a child does without thinking of the consequences. Peter looked down at her wedding band.

“Is that from him?” he asked.

Wendy felt terrible, but she answered, “Yes. He gave it to me on our wedding day.”

Peter nodded and reached for it. Slowly he slid it from her finger and set it on the counter, stealing Wendy’s breath as he did so. When he was done, he smiled at her with satisfaction. “Now you’re my Wendy again.”

Smiling she didn’t know what to say and took her hand back.

“I should probably talk to Tink,” he said, hopping down from the counter.

“Yes,” said Wendy. “I’ll just go to my room. I’m somewhat sleepy.”

Together they headed up the stairs, their shoulders brushing every now and then. His closeness was giving her feelings she’d never had before and she kept her eyes looking straight ahead, not noticing that Peter seemed just as awkward.

They found Tinker Bell in a vase in the hall and Wendy continued to her bedroom to get some sleep. Perhaps in the morning she would realize this was all a dream. She was a married woman!

Crawling into bed, she pulled the sheets up over her legs and moved to turn off the lamp on the nightstand, but the door to her room opened. She half expected it to be Jane asking for a glass of water, or to tell her about a dream, but in the doorway stood Peter Pan. Wendy could see he was troubled.

“Where’s Tinker Bell?” she asked, sitting back up.

Peter moved to the foot of her bed and took a seat. He bounced himself up and down a few times, as if surprised by the springiness, before ending with a slouch.

“She said she’s going back to Neverland… She says I don’t need a fairy anymore.”

“Oh, Peter…” Wendy said, crawling to sit beside him. “I am sure she only just upset and will calm down.”

Peter fell back to lie on the bed, his feet touching the floor. The shirt he wore came up enough to reveal his bellybutton and Wendy tried not to wonder what the rest of him now looked like. She glanced at her bare finger and Peter began to play his panpipes, which he had placed in his pocket.

The familiar sounds of him blowing into the holes brought back so many memories of playing games in the hideout and eating imaginary meals. She also recalled holding Peter whenever he had had nightmares, the two of them falling asleep together.

Smiling, Wendy laid herself beside him and watched him in admiration. Peter played through to the end of his song, before looking at her.

“I remember that song. It’s the Wendy Song,” she said.

“Haven’t forgotten it!” he said, tapping his head. Wendy grew quiet and rolled onto her back, thinking. Things were so complicated.

Peter sat up and propped himself on his elbow, leaning over to her. Wendy’s stomach tightened at his sudden closeness.

“What is it?” he asked, innocently. “You still don’t seem happy.” He frowned and appeared worried as well.

“It’s just… you make everything seem so simple and complicated all at once,” she said, looking in his eyes.

Peter gulped, his eyes lowering to her body for a moment before he too rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling with a confused look on his face.

Wendy’s heart was beating a mile a minute. “I am glad you are back,” she said, turning her head to the side to look at him. His did the same to her. Their noses almost touched and Wendy could feel his breath on her full lips. Just when she thought it wasn’t possible, her heart rate increased tenfold.

Peter looked awkward and gulped again, his mouth getting awfully dry. He had no idea what was wrong with him. Was he sick?

“Wendy?” he asked.

“Yes?”

“What could I have done… to have gotten you to stay?” he asked, both not realizing their mouths were getting closer.

Now Wendy gulped. “I don’t think you could have, Peter,” she confessed. “I wanted to grow up and find experiences you couldn’t give me… But I would have given my soul to get you to follow…”

Peter blinked. “What couldn’t I give you?” he asked.

Wendy trembled. “At the time I didn’t know, but it became more clear as I got older…”

He gave her an odd look, still not understanding.

“You were just a boy. Love was not something you could handle. I thought I could find someone else, get married, and start a family,” she said quietly, her eyes never leaving his. “I never thought I could regret something more, but I love my daughter.”

Peter’s fingers accidentally brushed hers and together their breaths caught momentarily.

“Wendy?” he asked again.

“Peter?” she replied.

“Can I give you something?”

Wendy was almost afraid of what to say to this, but really what could Peter give her that she should be afraid of? She smiled warmly. “Yes,” she answered.

Peter sat up and Wendy wondered if he was going to leave, but he remained on the edge of the bed and closed his eyes. He whispered something to himself and then turned, landing a hand on either side of her. His green eyes stared into hers and Wendy tried to tell herself he couldn’t possibly be thinking what was going through her mind! Her cheeks flushed.

Oh dear, she thought, glad those defined muscles were now covered up.

Peter leaned his face closer to hers. “This belongs to you, and always will…” he whispered almost too perfectly, as he brushed her lips with his in a tender kiss.

Wendy’s heart felt as though it could explode from the love and joy she was feeling. Emotions she had buried deep were leaping out of their confinements and surging through her. Without thought, she brought her hands up and cupped his face, continuing to kiss him, more deeply than she had ever dreamed possible, for this was done with her very soul.

Peter’s eyes opened with surprise and he laid a shaky hand on her shoulder. A tear escaped Wendy’s left eye and Peter pulled back with worry.

“What is it?” he asked. “Isn’t this what I’m supposed to do?”

Wendy smiled, but kept herself from giving a laugh. She knew it would only wound his pride. “Everything was… perfect,” she said, brushing his cheek and staring into his eyes. “What do you feel, Peter?”

Confusion crossed his face and also a tad bit of nervousness. “Don’t you know?” he asked.

“Tell me,” she said softly. She wanted to hear the words she’d longed for from him and him alone since she was a girl.

Peter inhaled a deep breath and seemed scared to look in her eyes. He mashed his lips together. She imagined this was hard for him after claiming that he was incapable of the emotion for so long.

“I might have… lied when I said that the word offends me,” he admitted slowly. “You’re the only girl I want to share my thimble with… I love you, Wendy.”

Upon hearing this affirmation she was filled with indescribable feelings. Nearly choking on what she assumed to be her heart, she managed to whisper back, “I love you. I have always loved you.” And she meant this with all her heart. Peter grinned happily and with his infamous ego.

Removing herself from the bed, Wendy kept her back to Peter, while pursing her lips together. There was much on her mind. She began to pace, Peter watching her with concern, until she finally walked to the bedroom door and closed it, exhaling a deep breath.

Turning back to him, she felt more nervous than she had on her wedding night. “Peter?” she asked with hesitation.

His brow furrowed and he looked curious.

“I would like us to share more than just thimbles,” she said quickly before she realized what she was saying.

“Okay…” he said slowly. She could tell he had no idea what that meant. He held up his panpipe. “Would you like us to share this?” he asked.

Wendy chewed on her lip to keep from smiling too much and blushed. “No,” she said, moving toward the bed. “This is something grown ups who truly love each other do.”

Peter looked like a wide-eyed schoolboy. “Show me?” he asked innocently.

Wendy sat next to him on the bed, her back completely straight, before she gathered the nerve to look at him. “It involves more thimbles… touching, holding, and… no clothing.” Her eyes shut from embarrassment after saying this.

Immediately Peter’s eyes flew wide and he jumped up from the bed in a panic. He was shocked to say the least, but tried to stand there with his hands on his hips. Wendy wondered if she should have shown him the first few things first to get him in the mood. He might not have reacted this way then.

“You’re scared,” she said.

“No I’m not,” he stated defensively. “I’m just confused... Why would we need to be naked?” he asked with more curiosity than fear now.

Wendy got an idea.

She stood from the bed and walked up to Peter, laying a hand on his chest. He instantly began to back away toward the far wall. She followed him with a sly smirk on her face, which should have belonged to him. When his back hit the wall, she stepped back a bit and unbuttoned the neck of her nightgown very slowly.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m merely trying to answer your question,” she said, just before the white nightgown slipped over her shoulders, down her slender form, and landed on the floor. Wendy now stood before him in nothing, but her underwear.

Peter’s eyes were wide and his mouth was dropped practically to the floor. His pulse raced, which he only assumed to be from nervousness.

“Thinking any happy thoughts?” Wendy asked, coyly, arching her eyebrows, as she brushed her naked breasts against his chest. She ceased to breathe a second from the rush and looked up at him.

Peter gulped, but Wendy took his mouth in a needful kiss. His lips reacted and moved with hers. Slowly he brought his hands to her back, lightly at first, for he was secretly afraid, but gradually they pressed more and more to her soft skin. Peter noticed how sweet she smelled and how he felt a growing urge to touch her, to be closer to her, but he didn’t know how that could be possible.

Wendy’s fingers sifted through his sandy hair and Peter felt his skin tingling everywhere, especially where her breasts pressed to him, but as her hips brushed against his, he felt something else entirely.

Peter broke the kiss, practically panting for breath. Wendy looked up with worry.

“Are you alright?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” he said, swallowing and moving for the bed to sit, but before he did, he looked down at his pants, which were suddenly feeling a bit tighter than they had before. When he saw a bulge and finally noticed the throbbing which was beginning to cause an ache in his groin, he tried to push it back down and hide it.

Wendy had an idea what was the matter and came up behind him. Her arms wrapped around his chest and arms and she rested her cheek against his shoulder blade. “That’s supposed to happen,” she said, kissing his back once lovingly. “It means you want to make love with me.”

Peter turned around slowly, still covering himself. “Make love?” he asked. “Is that this thing you wanted to do with me?”

Wendy nodded with a soft smile. “If you don’t want to… it’s okay,” she said, looking in his eyes to keep him from getting too nervous about his situation. “It just feels like we’ve waited so long… I apologize for acting this way, but you don’t know what you do to me.”

Blushing, she turned to go get her nightgown, feeling foolish. It was his first night as a grown up. She couldn’t expect this from him!

Peter chewed on the inside of his cheek and watched her. He cleared his throat, feeling the butterflies in his stomach going mad, among many other things. “Wendy?” he said, stopping her as she turned with the gown held in front of her breasts. Peter held a hand out for her and cautiously she reached for it. His hand was strong and warm. He looked in her eyes and pulled her close.

“You want to know what you do to me?” he asked with his sly smirk. Wendy’s heart skipped, but she nodded.

“Yes.”

“You make me like being a man,” he said. Wendy blushed and smiled. “And…” he went on, “I’d like to make love with you, if you show me what to do.”

Wendy’s body trembled and her eyes widened. “I have the confidence you’ll figure it out,” she said with a smile. “I’ve always believed in you, Peter Pan.”

Peter, again, looked confused, but he smiled cockily anyway and sat on the bed. Wendy approached him and laid the nightgown beside him. Her breasts were right in front of his face. The nervousness on his face now matched the one on hers. Her arms felt heavy and light all at once as her hands slipped the vest from his shoulders. His eyes never left her face the entire time. Wendy assumed he was trying to be a gentleman.

Peter held his breath as her fingers worked on undoing the buttons on his shirt. When his chest was revealed, she slid her palms in an exploratory manner over his exposed skin, before sliding the shirt off by moving her hands over his shoulders and down his arms. Peter had to close his eyes and a quiet moan escaped him. Wendy smiled, as he opened his eyes.

Gently, she pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him, lying on his body. When their bare skin touched it was like fire. Peter gasped and held her, as she nuzzled her face against his neck, which she tenderly nibbled and kissed.

Worse than before, Peter felt a throbbing inside his pants and had to hold Wendy tighter, his body giving a slight wriggle. Again, he wanted to be closer to her, which was a confusing sensation, but things were beginning to get fuzzy in his mind. All he could think about was her body and how much he loved her.

Wendy’s hips gently pushed against his and he responded with his own, feeling himself jump and swell for her. He thought he’d go mad!

Peter’s hand cradled the back of her head and he worked his fingers into her thick and wavy brown hair. Wendy began to move her hips over his more and more, her legs tightening against his. Peter began to feel uncomfortable from the pants and Wendy moved her lips to his in a desperate kiss.

Returning it, he put all he had into it, his hands sliding over her back, her shoulders, her neck, and back to her beautiful hair. His heart pounded like a drum and he heard her moan in a voice just for him, “Peter…” He felt himself grow so hard he almost found it painful and in a move which surprised even him, he grabbed her hips and pulled them against his.

“Uhh…” he moaned, his eyes rolling back.

Wendy pulled back and sat on his thighs. Peter refocused his eyes and looked up at her with worry, his strong chest rising and falling quickly. He tried to sit up, but she stopped him.

“Is it over?” he asked.

Wendy shook her head, hiding her smile. Her fingers trailed over his stomach just above the waistline to his trousers. “Can I?” she asked him, sweetly.

“Can you what?” he asked back.

Wendy blushed. “Peter… can we… be one?” she finally inquired with shy eyes.

“I don’t know. Can we?” he asked. He wasn’t sure how this was possible. Why was she asking him this?

Wendy took a moment to compose a way of phrasing this without causing a reaction like before when she’d mentioned no clothes. Slowly she started to undo his pants, causing Peter to tremble beneath them as he watched.

With ease she slipped them off and he stared in shocked awe at the size of himself and the way it stuck straight up. Wendy slowly removed her underwear and Peter’s eyes found something much more interesting: her naked body.

“You… you know this isn’t as bad as it sounded,” he said with a nod and wide eyes, which were glued to her. Wendy blushed and climbed back onto him, kissing him fully on the mouth.

She sighed into it, feeling him press against her stomach. A deep ache throbbed inside her for him. “I believe I know how to make it better,” she whispered against his lips.

“I knew I loved you, Wendy!” he exclaimed with his head tilting back. “Tell me what it is!”

Wendy sucked on the lobe of his ear. “Now where are your manners?” she teased, hardly able to stand it herself.

“Uhhh…” he said, unable to get anything else out for the moment. He writhed beneath her, pulling at her hips. Wendy lightly smacked his cheek and he stopped to see her shaking a finger at him. He grinned sheepishly. “Please?”

She smiled and brought her mouth close to his ear. She felt embarrassed to explain this, but she was sure he was in such a state that he wouldn’t mind the suggestion. “I want you to put yourself inside me…” she whispered.
Peter’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

Wendy replied by scooting her body up so that he fell between her legs and they shivered with pleasure together.

Peter immediately noticed how warm and wet she was as she slid against his hardness, which was bulging. He felt something drip from the tip of himself and he let out a low moan. Wendy moved back to his ear and whispered again.

“You must feel it,” she said. “We were made for one another, Peter. Please be one with me.”
Peter pulled her face back so that he could look at her. “I’m… confused,” he managed to say, eyes half closed from the feel of her. Wendy pushed her hips forward as she slid along his tip and Peter felt himself dip ever so slightly into something. He jerked away and bolted upright. Now he understood what she meant.

“Won’t I hurt you?” he asked, still in shock.

Wendy smiled and kissed him, before looking at him again. “Not a bit.” She crossed her fingers for him to see. “I swear it.”

“And… grown ups do… this?” he asked.

“Would you rather stop?” Wendy questioned.

“Somehow I feel that’s not an option,” he breathed. This had to be what his body had been trying to tell him to do and something about the way Wendy wanted it made it all the more painful for him to resist.

Kissing her lips they fell back onto the bed with roving hands and hungry mouths. Peter lifted his hips for Wendy’s and she gasped.

“Peter, please…” she whispered, trembling upon him. He hoped he did this right.

Flipping her over to better figure this out he positioned himself on top of her. With a shaky hand, he took himself in his hand and glanced at the destination with some doubts. Wendy only responded by moving her legs wider and arching her back so that her breasts lifted. Peter lost his breath and felt gently with his fingers for where he was supposed to go. His heart pounded and his eyes closed at the feel of her. She was better than Neverland; better than flying!

Peter felt the tip of his hardness slowly slip into her and he started to gasp at the feeling, only to have it become caught in his throat. She was so tight and soft around him, warm and inviting. He pushed himself in further and Wendy now gasped, her eyes squeezed tightly shut and lost in pleasure.

Lowering himself, Peter rested his body on hers, his hardness feeling quelled slightly, but wanting more. Wendy seemed to know what to do and pushed her hips upward, while pulling at his waist. Peter shook and responded by thrusting into her more. The feeling drove him closer to something he didn’t quite understand, but he couldn’t fight it.

Again and again he moved with her, each crying out for the other. Wendy’s hands pulled at his hair as he stared open mouthed at her eyes. Never could he have dreamt of this. He felt her tighten around his hardening manhood.
“Wendy!” he moaned, having to force his lips onto hers. She was out of breath, as was he and suddenly she grabbed his hands. One she interlocked their fingers and squeezed, looking him straight in the eyes. The other, she placed upon her breast, covering his with hers to show him what she wanted.

Peter pushed himself inside hard and deep and squeezed her soft breast. Wendy’s head went back, eyes closing, as her fingers guided his thumb over her hard nipple. When he felt this, Peter felt an incredible urge to quicken their pace and could feel his body growing tense. The sweat of their bodies mixed and Peter drank her in. Wendy’s cries began to come out in gasps with every thrust, her breasts jiggling as they moved.

Losing his senses, Peter found his mouth on one of her nipples and sucked as she had done to his neck. Wendy moaned and writhed, her legs kicking and tightening around him, and for the first time, she felt on the edge.

“Peter… please,” she begged. “Let’s finish together!” She passionately laid kisses on his cheeks.

“How do we do that?” he panted, thrusting and pressing his body against hers.

“Let’s just say…” she began, fighting to breathe in time, “that you’ll be very happy in a few moments! Ohhh!” she moaned, her breath coming quicker.

Peter couldn’t help but to smile and felt something building. He felt ready to explode, every muscle in his body tensing and he closed his eyes, concentrating on Wendy’s cries and the feel of himself inside her, and then she did something which surprised them both.

Wendy grinded upward and against him, causing Peter to feel himself reach deeper than ever before and he could fight the sensations no more, and neither could Wendy.

In an instant, they screamed and she clung to him, as he stiffened and held himself inside, unable to move as he felt surges from his release. He could feel something shooting out of him powerfully and it made him throb with every feeling of ecstasy. It was unbelievable!

Wendy was also just as shocked, and felt herself rise twice and hard. She wanted to pull him deeper and keep him there always. She could never love anyone like she did him. Peter was the one; he always had been.

Together they collapsed, out of breath and exhausted. Peter nuzzled her cheek and smiled at her shyly, something which was unusual for him. “I definitely could like being a man,” he said, his grin turning cocky.

Wendy had to give a laugh and kissed him on the cheek, before Peter nestled his face into the crook of her neck.

“Did I make love with you like you wanted?” he asked.

“Yes and so much more.”

He grinned in self satisfaction. He was even more proud of himself than ever before. “Wendy?” he asked, sleepily, his smile fading.

“Hmm?”

“This time… don’t leave me,” he said, suddenly sounding like a little boy from his tone.

Tears filled Wendy’s eyes and she replied, “You have my word and my soul,” but he was already asleep.

Author’s Note: Please review! I love feedback! :D Thanks for reading! jenniferawells1@yahoo.com
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