He needed to do something�
They landed gently on a passing cloud.
�Peter? What are we doing? Is this some sort of game?�
He wanted to cry out to her. He wanted to tell her that this most certainly was not a game, that this was the most serious thing that had ever happened to him, that there was something growing inside of him and he couldn�t explain it and he couldn�t forget it and he couldn�t make it go away.
Wendy looked up at him, at his wild eyes. There was something there that she hadn�t noticed before. Something terrifying, scary only because she had never seen it in Him before. With an urgency she�d also never seen, he clasped her round the waist and pulled her close. Her thighs against him felt something she was too young to know intimately, but which the woman in her knew well. She held him too.
Peter wanted to do something to her�
Peter gave her a Thimble.
Wendy awoke with a start. She had been falling, falling a very long way, she could have sworn that she crashed into her bed, and that was what had woke her. Faintly, in the back of her mind, she thought she remembered the most amazing dream she�d ever had. She had been kissed by the most amazing boy�
Wendy never saw Peter Pan again.
Nobody ever saw Peter Pan again.
The End
