Neverland is Forever

A/N: Eep! I know it's been forever since I updated, but my computer has gone MAJORLY wonky. I really hope that you guys like. I had a bit of trouble with this chapter, even though nothing really major happens. Next chapter though, it's a full on lemon, if it flows that right way.
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Peter smiled softly to himself as he lay in his vine bed, staring at the door of Lily's 'room' as he lay on his stomach. She had been quite industrious since her arrival, and with the help of the Lost Boys, she had claimed a corner of the area inside the tree as her own, constructing two six foot high walls with leaves and vines. As his gaze remained on her corner, his mind travelled back to what had happened in the cavern a few days ago, his fingers subconciously traveling softly to his lips, touching them curiously. It was strange, the feeling he got when thinking on that day. He remembered the gentle pressure of her lips upon his, and the wet, velvety feeling of her tongue. He hadn't known that tongues could be used for anything more entertaining than talking or tasting, especially not something that caused such a strange stirring within him.

His body had begun to react in a way unfamiliar to him when he thought about Lily. Even now, the feeling was returning as he stared longingly at Lily's corner. He would get a little light-headed, as when he would hang upside down from a tree limb. And then he would feel a throbbing between his legs, and 'it' (the word he and the Boys would mostly use to describe the organ at the juncture of their thighs) would begin to swell and grow longer. He didn't understand it, but when it started he would try to change his thoughts to things other than Lily, and after a while, the feeling and the swelling would go away. Each time it became increasingly difficult to change his train of thought.

Finally, Lily emerged from her corner, and Peter looked away quickly, not wanting to admit he had been waiting for her.

"Oh, you're ready then?" he asked as he stood and greeted her. She had altered the old pirate outfit so that she now wore a pair of tight trousers and a billowy white shirt. She eve even managed to punch holes into one of the belts so that it cinched the shirt in tightly at the waist, and her hair was now usually tied back with a strip of leather. Luckily her button boots served quite well with the outfit. Lily smiled as an appreciative look flitted across Peter's eyes. In London, she could have never worn anything like this, society would not allow it. But she found it to be exceedingly comfortable and refused to ever return to that frumpy frock.

As she cast a glance over Peter, she noticed a bulge in the patchwork of leather and leaves that he wore. She blushed crimson and averted her eyes, a nervous giggle escaping her lips. Admittedly she shouldn't know anything about the way a man expresses his passion, having been brought up to be a proper English girl, but she had snuck to listen to the serving women speaking to a young girl about to get married back when she lived on the manor. As Lily hid in the pantry, the women spoke about the manhood, and how it swelled, and how a man would place his root inside of a woman and move about to spill his seed. It had all seemed a rather messy affair as Lily recalled.

"Lily, why are you turning colours again?"
"Why, Peter, you're... ah..."
Her eyes traveled down to his loins again as her teeth began to worry her lower lip.

"What's wrong, Lily?" He looked down, and noticed that she was looking at the swelling.

"Oh, don't worry sho should go away in a while. I was just thinking about that day in the musical cavern and that sort of... happens." He scratched his head, a slightly confused look upon her face.

It was slowly dawning on Lily that Peter had less of an idea of how a man's organ works than that of the proper English girl she was supposed to be, and she was not sure how she was to go about explaining it to him. But it gave her a great secret pleasure to know that thoughts of her had elicited this reaction in him.

She decided that she would wait until that night to try and explain what she could to Peter. Though he looked around her age, he had not been exposed to the real world as many others had been. Lily sighed quietly to herself, turned a radiant smile to Peter, and prepared for the day's bout against the pirates.