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"So? Then what happened?" The girl who was telling the story giggled and took a breath, throwing back her long brown locks.

"Well, Mum and Dad went out to the ball that night and gave me no orders to stay home. So…"

"No," one of the girls said quietly, her eyes wide. The girl's eyes sparkled playfully.

"William met me at the park. It was a lovely night and no one was around. He brought along a blanket so that we may lay and watch the stars. He started to kiss me and his hands were roaming all over my body. Oh but I love his hands. And his kisses. I could have stayed latched to his lips the entire not, were they not roaming over my flesh."

"Charlotte, I don't believe you," one of the girls squealed. The other two clutched each other in shock though their faces hid excitement.

"What else…did you two do?" a girl asked as she shook her honey blonde curls out of her wide blue eyes.

"Oh Wendy, you're so naïve. What do you think they did?"

"I want to hear the rest of the story," another girl gushed.

"The poor boy struggled with my corsets for near the whole night! Finally we were rid of our clothes and my goodness, girls, his body! His hands and tongue were everywhere and the way he thrust himself into me—" at this the girls shrieked and covered their mouths.

"Charlotte, if your parents find out—"

"William and I are to be married, they need never know! And I love him so what difference does it make?"

"Did it hurt?" Charlotte shrugged.

"For a few moments but then it was nothing but pleasure. You girls just wait, one day you will do the same things with your husbands and you will love every moment of it!"

"I've never even kissed anyone," Julia sighed.

"Me either," Rebecca shook her head.

"I have," Wendy said quietly. The three girls' heads snapped up and they stared at her wide eyed.

"You have?! Who is it? When?"

"Was it Edward," Rebecca squealed. Wendy winced. Rebecca squealed a lot.

"No, it wasn't Edward…it was…well, it was a long time ago."
"A long time ago? You just turned seventeen. You knew a boy when you were a little girl?"

"I fell in love when I was a little girl," Wendy said in the quietest of voices, her eyes glazed over as she imagined the beautiful boy from her dreams. His sandy blonde curls, eyes that were the color of the sea, and a smile that could be called nothing but smug. She remembered how his eyes fixed upon hers, how her lips pressed against his, how he held her tightly in his arms. Peter Pan. The only boy she had ever loved. "The most beautiful boy that ever lived. Strong, brave, confident, and true. What a truly extraordinary boy." Wendy blinked and noticed the girls were gaping at her and she realized what she had said.

"Erm, so Charlotte, are you afraid of…repercussions?" Charlotte's brow raised but thankfully took Wendy's lead to change the subject.

"As I said, we're to be married so no one needs to know that we started loving early."

"Charlotte, how big is he?" Rebecca asked, giggling. Wendy rolled her eyes and shook her head. Something at the window made her eyes widen and made her sit up straight. She thought she had seen…but no, she had to be mistaken. Peter hadn't been to her window in over four years. She just thought it was him because she had been thinking about him. She shook herself and forced herself to concentrate on the conversation although it was starting to make her and the rest of the girls blush.

"So you let him touch you…down there?"

"Of course. It was nice. It felt good. Have you never touched yourself?"
"I've wanted to," Rebecca admitted.

"I have…once," Julia said, her face going bright red. Wendy's eyes widened.

"What was it like?"
"It felt wonderful…and something happens, I mean this giant dam just breaks and you feel like you're going to fly apart in a million pieces. It's an incredible feeling." Wendy and Rebecca looked jealous.

"It's even better when someone else does that to you," Charlotte said with a smile. "Besides, he has to stick his fingers inside you to prepare you for what else is coming. It will hurt worse if he doesn't." Wendy didn't know if she liked the sound of…sex. She shuddered. It sounded vulgar. Charlotte made it sound exciting but she didn't know if she would like being that intimate with someone. Well, maybe with…she shook herself. STOP THAT. I'm seventeen and he's still a little boy. That is so wrong to even think about.

"Wendy, could you close the window? I'm beginning to freeze."

"Of course," she jumped to her feet and ran to close the window but stopped. She saw on the glass, a large handprint. She touched it and sucked in a sharp breath. It had been made from the other side of the window. They were on the second story. What on earth? Wendy's eyes scanned the heavens, searching for any sign of the flying boy of her dreams.

"Wendy," came a voice from behind her. She shook herself again and closed the window tightly but did not lock it.

"I hope I'm lucky enough to love the person I marry," Rebecca said wistfully.

"Why would you marry someone you don't love?" Wendy asked, puzzled.

"I shall marry whomever Father picks for me. Isn't that the same with you all?"

"Father thinks he chose William for me but we've been in love for years. And anyway, our fathers don't control us. He can't make you marry someone you don't like."

"He can. He can beat me if I don't."

"I'll marry for love, nothing else," Wendy said determinedly.

"And what if you parents don't like the lad you choose?" Julia asked, her eyes bright.

"Then they shall have to learn to like him. If I fall in love, I don't need my family's approval. I should like it but I don't require it."

"You are a modern girl, Wendy. I hope you find someone deserving of your love." Wendy's eyes went back to the window and she sighed, hoping for the same thing.

The girls said their farewells and Wendy waved them all off, glad she had some time alone. The boys had all gone to the banquet with Mother and Father and so she was home alone for the time being. She opened the window again before she silently dressed for bed and climbed under the covers.

As she lay in bed, her thoughts once again drifted to Peter. His strong muscular chest, clad only in vines, his toned legs, that dazzling smile he always gave her…it gave her chills that made their way down her body. Biting her lip and squeezing her eyes shut, her hand disappeared under the blanket and rested on her lower stomach. Very slowly, almost hesitantly, her hand crept down her hipbone to the edge of her laced drawers. She let her hand graze across the patch of curls that were hidden by satin and slowly delve between her thighs. She let out a little gasp at the sensation, her legs falling open as her hand explored her hidden treasure. Biting her lip and moaning, she added a second finger and let out a little 'oh' of surprise. Feeling sweat pouring down her back, she tossed the covers off and rolled over the bed with her hand between her legs, her thoughts still on the flying boy.

The flying boy, in question, was pressed against the bedroom window, watching the girl on the bed with wide eyes. He had remained hidden and had peeked in when she got ready for bed. He had prepared to soar through the window and announce himself but what he saw made him stop and hide. She had removed her undergarments, baring every inch of her skin to the moonlight. Peter was captivated at the sight of her nude body. Her supple curves were bathed in the moonlight and she looked like a fairy as she allowed her long blonde curls to come tumbling down over her bare back. She had turned and Peter had caught sight of her delicious curves that looked soft to the touch. He felt a part of his body grow very excited and he groaned with want.

Peter's apparent arousal and desire had begun, well, years ago when he had first brought Wendy to Neverland. He had fallen in love with the girl, though he would never admit it. She had saved his life with her thimble, her hidden kiss, everyone called it. Ever since that thimble, he couldn't get her out of his head. And he had noticed himself starting to grow. Not very much but enough to cause him alarm. He had visited the Queen of the Fairies, who confirmed that Wendy's thimble was what had caused him to grow. So Peter started to visit Wendy's window, wanting to speak to her but never having the nerve to do so. Night after night he returned to London to listen to her tell stories until one day, the stories stopped and Wendy moved out of the nursery. He still flew to her new window to peer in on her while she slept. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and he longed to touch her, to caress her soft skin. Lately, he had taken to watching the Indians in the act of lovemaking and he noticed when he thought of Wendy, his body would become excited and would remain in that state until he touched himself and made it go away. He had explored his body on many occasions and was still alarmed by the rushing feeling that he felt afterwards as well as the odd substance that coated his leaves when he was finished. He hadn't mentioned it to anyone, not even to Tink, and he wondered if he was different than everyone else.

Now he watched Wendy roll all over her bed as her hand moved faster between her legs, her breathing growing heavier until finally she let out a scream and lay still. Peter let out a gasp, not at what he had seen but at what she had let out with her scream. She had screamed out his name. His name, dripping from her lips, it was like someone had dumped a cold bucket of water on him and his breath left him. He had been convinced that she had forgotten all about him. He had never shown himself because he was sure she had moved on and given her thimble to another man. A husband, Hook had called it. Now she was panting his name as she ran her fingers through her sweaty hair. With a deep sigh, she pulled the covers back on top of her and settled down to go to sleep. Peter made up his mind and soared through the window. Creeping catlike across the room, he made his way to the bed where his Wendy slept. His Wendy. He'd always know her as such and never wanted to see another man have her. A curl had settled on her cheek and he very gently moved it aside and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. He placed a light kiss on her cheek and she moaned a little, her eyelashes fluttering open. Green eyes met blue and they widened in shock.

"Peter?!"

"Hello Wendy," was all he could say. And she was up out of bed and had thrown her arms around him, pressing her cheek against his bare chest. His hands lingered in the air for a moment before resting on her back and stroking her soft flesh.

"Peter, I don't understand. What are you doing here after so many years? Why have you stayed away for so long? I've missed you so."

"I've missed you too, Wendy. More than you know. I even came to visit you many times but…I thought you forgot about me. I was sure you had forgotten about me. But then I heard you cry out my name tonight," at this, Wendy's face went red and she opened her mouth to speak but Peter held up his hand, "no, wait, I-I need to get this out. I'm sorry I stayed away, Wendy. But I'm here now and I want…I want you to come back with me. To stay. I can't live without you, Wendy. I'm lost without you."

"Peter," she started to say but she stopped, her eyes raking over his body. He had grown several years and with that age came physical maturity that made Wendy blush. His tousled curls were a bit longer, the baby cheeks were gone and instead he had a masculine jaw and chiseled face. His chest was broad and rippled, still clad in leaves and vines but they hugged his body in a sexy way, his strong arms still holding onto her shoulders. Her eyes rested on his and she saw they were soft and full of adoration.

"You've…changed," she said in a quiet voice, unsure of his reaction to his growth. Peter nodded, glancing down at himself.

"The fairies say it was because of your thimble. I started to feel things that a man might feel and so I started to grow up a little. Each time I came to visit you, I grew up a little more. I'm almost a man now."

"Oh Peter, I'm so sorry." Peter frowned.

"Sorry for what?"

"For making you grow up! If I did that to you…oh Peter, it's all my fault. I should never have—"

"You wish you hadn't given me your thimble?" His heart was beginning to sink and she grabbed his hands.

"I mean if that's what has made you grow up, then yes, I wish I hadn't done that. You said you wanted to be a little boy always."

"I did but now I think it wouldn't be so bad to be a man. If I had you by my side, I don't think I'd mind it so much."

"Oh Peter," she said quietly. Peter stared down at her and focused on her full lips, the lips that had given him his first kiss. He desperately wanted another thimble. Taking a deep breath and deciding she could kill him for it later, he pressed his lips against hers and kissed her deeply. She relaxed into the kiss and he angled his head so that he could taste her deeply. She tasted of honey and neverberries and Peter's tongue raked along her lips, tasting every inch of her, until her lips parted and his tongue slipped inside and accidentally touched hers. He yanked back and bit his lip.

"I'm sorry," but she shook her head and kissed him again, licking his lips and begging him to open up. His lips parted and her tongue slipped inside, inviting his tongue to dance along with hers. He moaned and his hands slid down her shoulders to her side, brushing against her breast with his thumb. She gasped into the kiss but he pushed against her, leaning over her and pushing her down onto the bed. Her fingers went to his curls as she continued to kiss him and his hands went back to her cheeks, holding her face as he ravaged her mouth. They came up for air and he found his mouth making his way down her collarbone to her throat and she writhed underneath him.

"Wendy," he sighed against her skin and she melted at his husky voice. Her hands moved down from his hair to gently caress his abs. She ran her fingers down his chest and admired his muscles with wide eyes. Peter caught her hands and took her fingers into his mouth, sucking on them one by one and making her bite her lip in agonizing pleasure. Their eyes met and they were darkened with desire for one another. Keeping her eyes fixed on his, she grasped his hand in her own and brought it down to her chest, resting it on her full breast. Peter swallowed as she held her hand over his, allowing him to caress her curves and her hand dropped away as she watched to see what he would do. Peter squeezed gently and grinned when she moaned and closed her eyes. Wanting to feel her soft skin again, his hands disappeared underneath her gown and rested on her bare breast, growing hard at how soft and perfect she was. Wanting to see her again, he pulled the gown over her head and tossed it aside. She lay underneath him in nothing but her beribboned drawers, her chest heaving as her eyes bore into his. He tore his eyes away to drink in her beauty and both his hands squeezed her breasts again. Her nipples looked like the coral he loved to explore and he leaned over and took one into his mouth, causing her to gasp and arch her back, shoving more of her breast into his mouth. He licked and sucked and moved to show the same attention to her other globe. She gripped his curls, holding his head in place as he lavished her breast with his tongue, raking his teeth across her sensitive nipple and making her cry out. She arched her back again and her knee brushed up against his arousal, making him hiss through his teeth. Wendy's hands went to his broad shoulders and her fingernails raked across his back. She tried to tug the vines from his body but they wouldn't budge. He chuckled and stood beside the bed.

"Let me," he said and he plucked an acorn from the leaves on his shoulder. His entire outfit fell to the floor, leaving him stark naked to her gaze. He would never admit it but he was uncomfortable under her scrutiny and his hands returned to his hips in his signature pose, doing his best to look smug. Wendy rose to her knees and placed her hands on his shoulders, kissing him again and allowing her hands to drift down his body, stopping to admire all of his ripples and beauty. She edged closer and her hands made their way down to grasp his ass in her hands, squeezing it and making him gasp into her mouth. He broke their kiss to stare down at her and she grinned. He stroked her cheek and sighed.

"You are so beautiful."

"As are you, Peter Pan," she said quietly before she claimed his mouth again. Her hands rested on his hips and they gently made their way around to his front, coming closer and closer to his growing arousal. He broke their kiss again, gasping and held her away from him.

"Did I hurt you?" she asked, alarmed. He shook his head but didn't say anything. What if the strange substance came out and Wendy freaked out? What if she changed her mind and sent him away? He couldn't take that chance.

"Let's just…lie under the covers together." He pulled her down with him and she reluctantly pulled the covers over his nude body. But he pulled her to him and kissed her again and her fingers went to his hair, tugging on his curls and making him moan.

"Wendy, am I the only one that you've thimbled?" he asked as she kissed his neck.

"Mmmhm," she answered. "It's actually called a kiss. And you are the only one I want to kiss."

"But I thought a kiss was this thing," he glanced down and played with a chain around his neck and Wendy noticed for the first time what was dangling around his neck. The thimble she had given him the night they had met, what she had called a kiss.

"I'm afraid I lied to you. This is a thimble. And this," she returned her lips to his neck, making him close his eyes again, "is a kiss."

"So I'm the only one that you've kissed?"

"Yes," she whispered, making him shiver. She sucked at his neck and relished the taste of sunshine and Neverland.

"So you don't have a…a husband." Wendy pulled back, frowning.

"Of course not. What makes you think I have a husband?"

"Hook said it…that night on the ship…he said I would be replaced by a husband."

"Peter…I'm here with you…what do you think that means?" Peter was about to answer that he didn't know when Wendy's mouth claimed his again and he lost all thoughts of husbands or Hook or anything else. Wendy's hands roamed down his chest and stomach again and grasped his rock hard length. He gasped and pulled away, sitting straight up in bed.

"Wendy, don't, I, er, something bad will happen."

"What do you mean? Doesn't it feel good?"

"It feels great! But I mean…there's something wrong with me." He was growing more and more red and Wendy watched him, concerned.

"What are you talking about?" She cupped his chin and forced him to look at her.

"You can touch me…if you want to but just don't be surprised if something…strange happens. I can't help it. I'm sorry." Wendy had a feeling she knew what he was talking about but she smiled and pushed his hair out of his eyes. Kissing him again, she returned her hands to his cock and grasped it in her hand. Peter moaned into her mouth as she stroked up and down and he felt a surge building up inside the pit of his stomach. He threw his head back, his eyes half closed as Wendy's hand increased in speed and then-

he released all over her and lay still for a moment, his chest heaving. When he glanced down, he saw that horrible white stuff all over Wendy's bed and her hands.

"Oh Wendy I'm so sorry!" He leapt out of the bed and ran to the bathroom and came back to a wad of tissues. Wendy shook her head and smiled.

"Don't apologize Peter, that's supposed to happen. It means it felt good. There's nothing strange about it."

"Are-are you sure?"

"Positive. It's completely normal." Peter wanted to ask her how she knew so much about this but he was afraid of the answer. He glanced down and noticed Wendy still wore her drawers. He boldly climbed on top of her and kissed her fiercely, his hands starting to roam over her body. He crept lower and lower until his hands and lips stopped at the edge of her drawers. He softly pulled the ribbon on one side and started to move them aside but Wendy's hands stopped him.

"Peter, wait!" He looked up at her and saw she looked afraid.

"Why, what's wrong? You touched me. Now I want to touch you." She bit her lip but nodded and leaned back on the pillow, keeping her eyes locked on his face. Peter's hand slipped underneath her underwear and rubbed against a patch of curls. She sucked in a breath as his fingers gently danced over her lips and he noticed that she was warm and moist. He decided he wanted to have a closer look at what he was feeling and removing his hand from inside her underwear, he pulled the other side loose and slowly slid them down her legs and they joined her gown on and his leaves on the floor. She was left bare to his adoring gaze as he drank in her beauty from head to toe. Her skin was soft and pale and there was a dark patch of curls between her legs. He cupped her core with his palm and she let out a squeal as she threw her head back. He gently slid his finger into her, which made her arch her back. He remembered what the girl had said earlier about having to stick his fingers inside her to prepare her for what was coming next. He wasn't sure what was coming next but he took signs from Wendy's moans to know that he was doing something right. He added a second finger and moved them around slightly, making her buck her hips upward and clutch at the sheets. He withdrew his hand and stared at his fingers, which were coated in her juices. Biting his lip, his tongue darted out to taste the sticky substance and he gasped. She tasted like citrus and honey, a sweet combination of Neverland that he loved so much. He immediately lowered to his stomach and lifted her legs over his shoulders so that he could get closer to her. Wendy was about to sit up and ask him what he was doing when she suddenly let out a scream. His tongue had slid up and down her slit and he immediately froze.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked, glancing up at her. Covering her heart with her hands, she merely shook her head. She was panting the same way she had when Peter had watched her touch herself so he decided that it was pleasurable rather than painful. He returned his tongue to her core and relished the sounds that were coming from her throat. Deep moans with his name dripping from her lips. Peter spread her even wider and sucked hard, making Wendy grab at the bedpost above her.

"Oh dear god!" she screamed.

"It's a good thing the house is empty because they'd think someone was killing you in here," Peter said with a grin from between her legs. Wendy was about to open her mouth to retort but he had returned to his ministrations and she let out another scream. She felt that rushing feeling that the girls had talked about and felt like she would explode into a thousand pieces. Peter's tongue massaged her most sensitive spot and with a jerk of her hips, she felt herself fly apart. Peter noticed that she lay still and he made his way back up to her lips. She lay motionless with her eyes closed and Peter looked a little worried.

"Wendy? Are you alright?"
"I think you've murdered me," she said in the tiniest of voices.

"Did I hurt you? I thought you said—"
"No, Peter, you didn't hurt me. It felt wonderful. I can't move, it felt so good." Peter gave her a cocky grin.

"Oh the cleverness of me!"

"Yes, Peter, the cleverness of you."

"So what comes next?" She opened her eyes and looked up at him.

"What?"

"Well, your friend said I have to stick my fingers inside you to prepare you for what's to come next. So what comes next?" Wendy's eyes shot open and she leaned up.

"You were listening to our conversation?" Peter didn't look abashed as he nodded. "Peter, that was very wrong of you. We were just gossiping and being girls."

"You sure did gossip a lot then. About things I didn't think you knew about." Wendy blushed.

"I'm seventeen years old. My mother explained it all to me a year ago."

"Ok, so explain it to me. What comes next?"
"Peter, I can't possibly have this conversation with you. But I can't…I can't do anything else with you. I have to save something for my husband." Peter flinched as if she had smacked him.

"What?"

"It's called virginity. When a man and woman love each other and are married, they give themselves to each other completely. They fit together as one. They have fit with no one else and will fit with no one else. They're sort of made for each other, in a sense."

"And… you don't want to fit with me?"

"Peter, you must understand. I have to marry one day. I have to fit with my husband one day." Peter's heart was breaking. It was exactly as Hook had predicted. A husband would replace him. Some other man would call Wendy his. And Peter would fade from Wendy's heart and mind. She would close the window and forget all about him. He pushed himself off her and jumped to his feet.

"I see. Well then I'll just let you go find your husband, someone you can fit perfectly with." He snatched his leaves from the floor and turned to fly out the window when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Peter wait." He waited for her to speak, not turning to face her.

"You are the only person I have ever loved. I have been in love with you for years."

"In love. But you said you were in love with someone before that. When you were a little girl. An extraordinary boy, you called him. Why don't you go and make him your husband!"

"Peter," she tugged him to turn around and face her and her hand went to his chin. His eyes remained downcast and Wendy waited until he looked at her til she spoke again. "That was you, Peter. You are that extraordinary boy." Peter stared into her eyes for the longest time and he saw only truth in them. She had been talking about him. She had fallen in love with him. He pulled her to him and claimed her mouth in a searing kiss before he leapt into the air and flew around the room, crowing. Wendy watched him with bright eyes and jumped back as he landed on the bed in front of her. He grasped her hands tightly and his eyes bore into hers.

"Come with me, Wendy. Come with me to Neverland for always. Stay with me. Please."

"Peter, you know that I can't. I've grown up."
"As have I! But I won't grow anymore than this. I want you, Wendy. I want all of you and I don't ever want to share you. I can't bear the thought of another man calling you his. Make me your husband, Wendy. Fit with me. Give yourself to me because I give myself to you, completely. I love you, Wendy Darling. I love you." Wendy could only stare at him, wide-eyed, not believing what she was hearing. Peter Pan, the eternal child, was confessing his love for her. He had flown into a rage the last time she had mentioned feelings and he denied he felt anything for her. Now he was asking her to come stay in Neverland with him and be his.

"Are you…are you asking me to marry you?"

"I just did, didn't I?"

"Well no, not really, you said you wanted to be my husband…you want to marry me, Peter?"

"I want to have all of you, Wendy. I don't want you to fit with anyone else. You were made for me and I was made for you." Wendy didn't answer; instead she pressed her lips to his and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He kissed her back with every fiber of his being and held her in his arms. He pushed her backwards until the backs of her legs hit the bed and she toppled backwards, Peter following her down. He didn't break their kiss as his hands ran up and down her body, loving the feeling of her soft skin in his hands. He kissed all over her face, teasing her with kisses before moving down to suck at her throat and breasts. He moved closer to her and in doing so, brushed his cock against her moist center. Both of them gasped at the sensation and Peter boldly rubbed himself against her several more times, causing them to grow wetter with want. Peter tried to remember what he had seen the Indians doing and what the girls had described. Using one hand to support himself, he used the other to guide himself into her. Her hand appeared on top of his, helping him ease his way into her. She spread her legs wider, relaxing her body underneath his.

"Is it going to hurt you?" he asked hesitantly.

"Just for a moment but it'll be worth it."

"I don't want to hurt you." Overcome with love for him, she leaned up and kissed him again, wrapping her arms around his flexing back.

"Make me yours, Peter. I give myself to you…my heart and soul." He pushed himself forward and felt her wet walls envelop his thick cock. Tears started to form on her face and he kissed them away before he went back to her lips.

"Ready," he asked huskily. She nodded and he drove himself forward, swallowing her scream with his kiss. He kissed at her tears and sucked at her plump lips, staying still to give her time to become accustomed to his size. Wendy felt like she was being torn apart but she had to admit she loved the feeling of being one with Peter. Finally, he was hers completely. She moved her hips a little and Peter sucked in a breath. Seeing that she was no longer hurting, he pulled back only a little before sliding back in. She moaned deeply, throwing her head back as he continued his thrusts over her.

"You are mine and no one else's. No husband shall replace me. No other man shall call you his. I'm the one who has your hidden kiss…and I'm the one…who has… this!" Her fingers went to his curls as he increased his thrusts and each drive was harder than the last. Wendy felt that wonderful feeling building up and started bucking her hips to match his rhythm. Peter threw his head back. Neverland she was incredible! This was better than flying! He leaned down to suck at her breast as he continued to plunge in and out of her and she cried out his name.

"God Peter, yes! God I love you, Peter." Peter felt himself getting close to that wonderful precipice and he clutched at her hips.

"Oh god, Wendy!"

"Peter! Let's finish together…so we're really one." Peter nodded, thrusting with all his might and feeling her clench around him.

"Oh god, Peter, now!" With her cry, he felt something shoot out of him and into her and he collapsed on top of her, completely spent. He rested his head on her sweaty breast and her fingers played with his curls. Still sheathed inside her, Peter closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her back.

"I love you Wendy," he said in the tiniest of whispers. Wendy was too exhausted to answer and she squeezed his hands in her own before they both drifted off to the sweetest of dreams.

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