"Stop it."
She turns around and gives him the look. The look she gives when she's feigning total innocence but she knows she's being naughty. That look she gives when she wants him to tell her exactly what she's doing. He closes his eyes and looks away from her, intent on being the mature one in this situation. He will not let her drag him down with her again.
"Damn it, Tiger, stop." He's trying to be firm, but his voice comes out as more of a plea. He's trying to be a gentleman. He's trying to be polite. Hell, he's even trying to be nice, but she's testing him. He doesn't appreciate it. He risks a glance upward and immediately regrets it. She's smirking. The bitch is actually smirking at him. His eyes narrow and he resists the urge to run her through. She actually managed to find his weakness, and he knows she'll use it against him. Felix glares and curses under his breath, swearing oaths he half-intends on carrying out. Only half-intends. If Pan ever found out what his lieutenant had done to his pet, they'd both be dead in a mater of seconds. As it was she wasn't suppose to be out of her 'owner's tent. God, what had he gotten himself into?
She walks by again and he digs his nails into his leg, the thin fabric doing little to shield him. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen her with minim clothing on before. Hell, she and her whole tribe ran around stark naked during the night. They were Selkies, after all. Nudity never had been a big deal in Neverland, but there hadn't ever been women either. And this one, despite her violent tendencies, mood swings and inherent hatred for him was, for some unknown, God-forsaken reason flouncing right in front of him. Over and over and fucking over.
"Tiger, I swear to God." He'd intended a growl, but it had come out as a groan. She wasn't doing anything outright malicious. Just chores. Just average, everyday chores he'd seen the Lost Boys do a thousand times. He'd tried to console himself with that knowledge, but she wasn't just doing chores. She was arching her back when she bent over and swaying her hips as she ferried water back and forth between the river and the camp. Dropping things and bending over slowly so he could see her. This was torment he didn't deserve. Peter had nearly ripped his head off for leading the girl along by her wrist when she wouldn't come when called, and now she was testing him. Trying to see what he loved more: Pan, or self-gratification. He would not fail. His dedication to his leader was extreme, more than strong enough to stand up against this girl's pathetic attempts at seduction. She was ridiculous really. Not even attractive...Not...Even...
How Felix had gotten up from his seat on the stump, across the small clearing and in front of Tiger so fast, he'd never know but he was hunched over, his mouth over hers, working in earnest. There was nothing gentle about the meeting of their mouths. He'd taken control immediately and forced his tongue into her mouth. Where he'd learned to kiss on an island full of boys was a mystery, but he did, and it was domineering. She tries to move her mouth, but he's got a grip on her chin and holds her firm. His point would get across. He pulls away finally, panting and looks down into her eyes, wide with shock and mild fear. He straightens back to his full height and wipes is mouth. "I win." He mutters, not even bothering to look back at her as he picks up his axe and returns to guard duty.