Someone was running a soothing hand up and down his back as he continued to cough and wheeze and pull delicious oxygen back into his lungs. Eirwen flopped over onto his back and sighed. Petra’s face filled his vision, and she looked down at him with obvious concern.

Eirwen just stared up at Petra silently. He didn’t have the strength to move, or to talk to her, or even thank her just yet.

Due to Eirwen’s unsettling lack of response, Petra decided Eirwen needed more CPR and pressed her lips to Eirwen’s again.

Eirwen gasped in surprise at the feeling of those soft, damp lips pressing insistently against his own again. Petra took that opportunity to slip her tongue into Eirwen’s mouth since it just felt right.

When Eirwen’s tongue met her own she moaned and shuddered at the new sensation. Eirwen didn’t know why he did it, but…he started to kiss Petra back. Maybe it was because he’d almost died. Maybe it was because Petra had just saved his life. Maybe it was because he wanted to kiss a beautiful girl before he died a month from now.

Maybe the reasons behind the kiss didn’t really matter. He just did what he wanted to do. Eirwen caressed Petra’s tongue with his own and swirled his tongue around hers making her moan again as her toes curled.

Petra tried to mimic what he was doing as best she could, but since it was her first kiss it was messy and a little awkward. But Petra made up for her lack of skill with her fervor.

Their kissing started to get more heated and intense. Abruptly, Petra straddled Eirwen so that their crotches were suddenly pressed together.

Eirwen let out a startled gasp, and when Petra leaned over so that her breasts pressed against his chest he grabbed her arms and pushed her back, breaking their kiss. He…couldn’t do this. Not with anyone. Not when his time was up.

Petra was flushed and panting as she looked down at Eirwen, a hungry gleam in her glassy green eyes. She licked her kiss-swollen lips and hummed. “W-What was that?”

Eirwen’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What was what?”

“This,” Petra explained by brushing her lips against Eirwen’s and then pulling back to give him an expectant look. “That.”

“You mean kissing?” Eirwen gawked at her naiveté with a slight frown on his face.

“Kissing?” Petra echoed and tilted her head at him.

“You don’t know what kissing is?” Eirwen asked incredulously.

“I’ve never…kissed anyone before. At least, not like that. Long ago…someone gave me a ‘kiss’. But it was a small little thing that could fit into the palm of my hand.” There was a far-off look in Petra’s eyes as she took a little trip down memory lane. She returned her attention to Eirwen a few seconds later. “This kissing…felt good. I’ve decided that I like kissing. But I also feel so…strange.” Petra looked down at her chest; her peaked nipples could easily be seen through the soaked material of her green cotton dress. “My breasts feel…heavy. What is this feeling?”

Eirwen gulped as he looked down at Petra’s breasts and her hard nipples. She was…aroused, he realized uneasily. “Well, you’re, uh…aroused.”

“Aroused? What does that mean?” Petra asked.

“You know…arousal.” Eirwen waved his hand helplessly through the air. “You got turned on.”

“Turned on?” Petra pinched her nipples, gasped, and instinctively ground her hips against Eirwen’s crotch.

“Bloody hell!” Eirwen felt all the blood in his body traveling south in response to her naively lewd actions. He quickly shoved Petra off of him before she could feel his half-hard cock, and scrambled to his feet. “Whoa there, Nelly!” Eirwen exclaimed, feeling unnerved and looking quite disheveled. His hair was sticking up all over the place, and his pj’s were soaked and wrinkled.

Petra pouted up at Eirwen and was looking thoroughly put out. “What did I do?” she asked innocently.

Eirwen stared down at Petra in disbelief. Did she really not realize what she’d just done? She can’t be serious. But when Eirwen observed her confused expression and the way she nibbled on her lower lip like a sex kitten, he realized that she was being serious. And that truth hit him like a ton of bricks. He’d almost forgotten just who he was dealing with.

Petra Pan was no normal girl. She was supposed to be ‘the girl who never grew up’.

But the Neverland Clock had been stolen and time had started to move in Neverland, so the eternal child had suddenly grown up. She’d never felt these ‘adult’ feelings before that she was experiencing now with Eirwen - like lust, desire, need, and arousal.

Oh my God. Eirwen thought when he realized something. Petra Pan was attracted to him. “You…like me.” There was a note of incredulity to Eirwen’s voice.

Petra’s expression warmed and she smiled silkily as she rose up off the ground. “No. I don’t just like you, Eirwen Darling. I love you.” She wrapped her arms around Eirwen’s neck and tried to kiss him again.

But Eirwen pulled back, and tried to push her off of him. “Whoa, what are you doing?”

Petra pouted. “I’m trying to kiss you. I like kissing. Now, hold still.”

“You can’t just…go around kissing people!” Eirwen objected with a slight flush rising to his cheeks.

A small frown formed on Petra’s face. Ever since she’d grown up she seemed to be frowning an awful lot. “I’m not,” she huffed, feeling frustrated. “I only want to kiss you. My love.”

Eirwen let out a frustrated groan, and put his face in his hand. But then he looked up at Petra and those glittering green eyes of hers and was pulled in. “Ah, what the hell.” Eirwen let Petra kiss him. Because, why the hell not? But he wouldn’t let her do more than just kissing. It still didn’t feel right. He felt like he’d be taking advantage of her naiveté and innocence if he did anything too adult with her.

Eirwen and Petra continued to kiss until he noticed they were both shivering from being wet and cold. He needed to be the adult here. He pushed Petra back, breaking their kiss. “We need to stop. I’m worried about my sisters. I was forced to leave them back at the Lost Girls’ Forest.”

“Oh. Okay. Let’s fly there!” Petra reached into her cleavage, pulled out a tiny brown leather pouch and held it over Eirwen’s head before sprinkling some gold pixie dust over him. “Think a happy thought, and let’s go!” Petra grabbed his hand and rose up off the ground. “Eek!” Petra was abruptly yanked backwards when Eirwen did not join her in the air.

Eirwen was frowning, his brow scrunched together deep in thought and concentration.

Petra gave him a searching look as she hovered in front of him. “What’s wrong?”

Eirwen’s frown deepened as he shook his head at her in a helpless fashion. “I…can’t find a happy thought.”

“You can’t…?” Confusion swirled in Petra’s too-green eyes. For a moment Eirwen could have sworn she was giving him a pitying look, but it was gone in an instant. “Come on, it’s easy. Think of something you really like or enjoy, like…baseball or kittens or chocolate.”

Okay. I might have one. Eirwen thought about fencing. He’d really enjoyed getting into fencing, and at one point had thought he might even compete in the Olympics one day. Fencing was fun, challenging, and exciting. He was going to be a world fencing champion. But then he’d been diagnosed with Stage 4 brain cancer…and his dream had been crushed.

Eirwen had been floating a few inches above the ground when he suddenly plummeted back down. He ended up landing on his backside with a thud.

Petra eyed Eirwen concernedly. “Did you lose your happy thought?”

Eirwen shook his head, and punched the ground out of frustration. “I have no more happy thoughts. Just sad ones.”

Petra’s expression turned aghast. “No happy thoughts?” A determined expression settled over her face after a moment. “That’s okay. We’ll just have to walk home then.” Petra landed on the ground next to Eirwen and held her hand out for Eirwen to take.

Eirwen sighed and allowed himself to be pulled up to his feet. Without letting go of his hand, Petra started off into the jungle.

Eirwen lagged slightly behind Petra as she pulled him along and he stared at her back. Her back was very straight. She had her chin held high and she exuded confidence as she strode into the dark forest that was filled with who knew how many dangerous, mythical beasts. She’d bravely fought against those mermen for him. She seemed so fearless. Eirwen frowned as he remembered the last image he had in his mind of Petra battling against the mermen. “What happened to those mermen anyways?”

Petra chuckled, an impish glint in her eyes. “Oh, they ended up apologizing. They were quite repentant after our little…conversation.”

“They…what?” Bewildered, Eirwen blinked at her.

“Once they finally recognized me, those silly bubble-heads,” Petra shook her head, her expression irritated yet fond. “They swiftly apologized for trying to eat my knight.”

Eirwen’s brow furrowed. “Why didn’t they recognize you?”

Petra eyebrows rose to her hairline as she gave Eirwen a ‘duh’ look. “This adult body, remember?” She waved a hand over herself.

“Oh, yeah, right.” Eirwen nodded.

“After they realized it was me they stopped trying to kill us and started trying to squeeze my breasts.” A thoughtful expression settled over Petra’s face as she remembered. “Why would they want to do that anyways? Do they look that funny?” She looked down at her chest pensively.

Eirwen flushed. “Uh, they were just being perverted. And no, your breasts are perfect.”

“Perverted?”

“Inappropriate. Contrary to how an English gentleman should act,” Eirwen said firmly.

“Ah.”

“Uh, don’t let anyone touch your breasts,” Eirwen added on an afterthought. There was no telling who’d take advantage of Petra’s naiveté in regards to her now alluring adult body.

Petra gave Eirwen a sharp look. “No?”

“Nope.”

“What if I let you touch them?” Petra asked slyly.

“Well….” Eirwen caught himself quickly, and coughed into his hand to try and cover up his slip. “Nope, not even me. In fact, you should probably slap me if I try.”

Petra let out a thoughtful hum. “Do you want to touch them?”

“I plead the Fifth,” Eirwen said dryly.

“Interesting.” Petra’s green eyes were sparkling with mischief.

As Petra and Eirwen walked through the Neverland jungle the flowers began to speak up as they watched the couple pass them by.

“Look, look, it’s Petra Pan!” “Who is that with her?” “It’s a man.” “A man!” “Is he an Indian?” “Maybe he’s a pirate.” “What if he’s a slaver!” “Oh dear!”

“He’s my knight,” Petra swiftly interjected. She didn’t want the curious flowers to start shooting poisoned darts at Eirwen after all if they mistook him for a slaver.

The flowers became even more excited at this revelation. “He’s a knight!” “The foretold one.” “The Chosen One.” “The would-be King of Neverland!”

“Shush!” Petra chided them. She still had a lot of explaining to do to Eirwen and was still waiting for the right time.

Eirwen arched an eyebrow at a talking daffodil. “Would-be King?”

“I’ll explain everything,” Petra readily assured him. “But first we should get you back to your sisters.”

“Sure.” Eirwen noticed that Petra was shivering more violently than earlier from being in cold, wet clothes. “I wish I knew how to build a fire…” His tone was apologetic.

“Oh, I can make a fire easily,” Petra bragged and waggled her fingers. A green glow surrounded them. “I can use my magic, remember?”

Eirwen studied the green glow curiously. Magic. Right. And talking flowers are real. And mermen too.

The sun was just beginning to sink below the horizon and the forest was growing darker. “Hey, it’s getting dark.” Eirwen felt the need to point out. “We should probably stop here for the night and make camp.” They’d reached a small clearing that didn’t look too easily discoverable. He still felt like Hook and her crew, or even a group of tomahawk-wielding Indians were about to burst out from the bushes at any moment. A chill crawled up his spine at the thought, and he rubbed his arms in order to offer himself some comfort.

“Alright, good idea,” Petra agreed easily as if she’d just noticed that the forest around them was getting alarmingly darker by the second.

At least, she was pretty easygoing, Eirwen noted. Even if Petra Pan tended to be a bit oblivious at times to possible danger. For the next twenty minutes, Eirwen and Petra gathered firewood together before bringing it back to their chosen camping spot. Eirwen carefully stacked the sticks into a conical shape and then stepped back to give Petra some room to work her magic.

With a waggle of her fingers Petra set the wood on fire, and red, orange and yellow flames burst to life. “There.” Petra wiped her hands off together, and a cocky grin formed on her face. “Aren’t I awesome?”

“That was brilliant, Petra. Magic sure is handy,” Eirwen allowed carefully. It probably wasn’t a good idea to fuel Petra’s ego.

Petra nodded. “Yep. Now we can finally take off our wet clothes and dry them! Why didn’t I think of that earlier?” Petra mused aloud before she unceremoniously began to pull her dress up and over her head.

“R-Right.” Eirwen flushed as he quickly turned around in order to give Petra some privacy. Apparently, she had no shame about her nakedness. He, too, began to strip his wet clothes off. He could hardly believe he’d been going around Neverland all this time while dressed in pj’s. How embarrassing. “I really need to get some new clothes to wear while I’m here,” Eirwen muttered as he hung his pants on a low tree branch.

“Once we’ve returned to the Lost Girls’ Forest I’ll have the girls make you some new clothes,” Petra informed him. “They’re really very good at sewing.”

Eirwen smiled as he pictured the six Lost Girls who’d made an impression on him sitting around a campfire while embroidering. “What about you? Are you good at sewing?”

Petra laughed musically. “Oh, goodness no. I’m hopeless when it comes to domestic things like that. All I’m good at is magic, playing games, having adventures, and fighting pirates.”

“Have you always possessed magic?” Eirwen asked her curiously.

As Petra hung her wet clothes on a tree branch she frowned thoughtfully. “No. The fairies took a liking to me and shared their magic with me. So, now I’m more like them - a creature of magic.”

Eirwen took a seat by the fire, keeping his back to Petra. He brought his knees to his chest, wrapped his arms around his legs, and propped his chin down on one of his knees. “You were a normal human girl once?”

Petra took a seat by the fire and stared at Eirwen’s naked form. Her gaze lingered for a moment on his toned biceps before traveling down his bare back and continuing to his firm behind. She smiled impishly, feeling naughty for looking at him without him knowing. “Once upon a time,” Petra agreed nonchalantly. “But that was a long time ago.” Petra scooted closer to Eirwen and placed a hand on his back.