Peter pulled Wendy out of the water, and they climbed together behind the waterfall. Both were out of breath, and Wendy and Peter leaned against opposite wet walls of the hidden rocky cave.

"Did you like your swim Wendy?" asked Peter, a wild grin on his face, making Wendy laugh. His hair was plastered around his wet face and he looked silly and boyish.

"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. All she wished for was for Peter to take her hand like he had the night she and Michael and John had left their London flat. His hand was warm and sure, snug in hers that evening. Now she wished for it again. 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 unsure 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, and 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. He couldn't look her in the eyes however. That was too hard as his heart started beating wilder, so he focused on her nose and her mouth. Then 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, not meaning to, 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.

"I still want to give you a kiss." Wendy placed her hands against Peter's shoulders and ever so slowly leaned forward. While her eyes fluttered shut, his eyes flew open as her lips came to rest softly on his. His head fell back against the rock and he was as close to the wall as he could get.

Wendy felt his rigid response and pulled away a bit hurt. Peter was still staring at her with a shocked expression on his face, his lips pursed and tight.

"Oh, I see. You…didn't enjoy that…Peter?" Wendy asked removing her hands from his body and placing them at her side. "Don't worry Peter, I won't try that again."

Wendy walked to the cave mouth, and flew around the waterfall down to the mossy grass in front of the pool. She sat down 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 had 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 had taken 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 started to become agitated now. Was Wendy doing this to him on purpose? Suddenly he remembered 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" had tipped the rock.

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.