Candlelight

Evelyn held onto the two little girls with tight hands – so tight that she was sure they were going to bleed – but she wouldn't let go for anything. The cold night was nothing in comparison to the cold fear that was piercing her heart over and over again with each step that the three of them took towards Evelyn's hideaway.

Fumbling with her keys, she heard the approaching footstep even closer and hurriedly sped up her movements, clicking the door open and pushing the girls desperately into the room. But just as she went to shut the door, she saw a glint of silver jammed in the crevice between the doorframe and door and gave a huge sigh of relief, pulling the door open once more.

"Holy shit, Killian!" Evelyn's hand was on her chest, trying to still her rapidly beating heart. "I thought you were Pan!"

"That demon's still after you?" he replied gruffly, entering the room and shutting the door quickly before helping Evelyn light the candles. "I thought that ended years ago…Hello!" The pirate appeared to have just noticed the two young girls who were shivering in the cold. "My name's Killian."

Neither of them said anything, but both turned their wide brown eyes up to meet with Evelyn's.

"It's alright," she said comfortingly as Hook knelt down to their height. "This is my best friend, Killian. He's going to help me take care of you, okay?"

"Ah, but surely two lovely ladies such as yourselves are far too beautiful to have me as your protector." The two little girls giggled at Killian's endearments and he couldn't help but smile. Helping Evelyn out was no trouble for him, at any time. Her girls were just as much his – this small underground safehouse, well, it was family now.

"Alright Tara, Kala, let's get you into some warmer clothes. And you can meet some of the other girls."

"Don't worry," Killian said with a smile, as he followed behind Evelyn with a torch to light the way. "Once you meet Sarah you'll be dressed in gowns fit for princesses."

And Evie smiled at his words.

xxx

Two Years Ago

The warm glow of candlelight shone about the room as Evie lay down upon the bed. Pan's tree house was filled with warmth ignited by the blazing heat in his gaze and the rapid thumping of Evie's anxious heart. But it wasn't in fear, no, never in fear. This was anticipation. For tonight, this night she knew, was her last in Neverland.

With her shoes kicked to the floor and her hair coming apart from her braid, Pan watched her, walking across the room with a predatory glint in his green eyes.

"We…" Evie trailed off. "We're really doing this?"

"Tomorrow will be too late, Evie," Pan answered as he crawled onto the mattress with her. "Tomorrow, you'll be married off. And you'll be an adult."

"So you intend to ruin me before my husband gets to."

"Yes," Pan answered huskily, crawling towards her like she was his prey. "I fully intend to ruin you. I'm going to touch you until you burn for no one but me. Your body will know how desperate you were to have me and how good you'll feel with me buried inside you that you will never desire another. I'm going to mark you. I'm going to ruin you."

He glanced at her with piercing green eyes before smirking, "Consider it my parting gift."

"You're doing this…so that I'll only want you?"

"Oh no." Pan was on her now, sitting between her open legs and reaching for her neck. His breath was warm on her face as his fingers traced her soft skin. "We're doing this, because I want you to know, in your very being, in your very soul – that you love only me."

But there was nothing said of Pan's feelings as he pressed his lips firmly to Evie's, feeing her arch into him wantonly. It had been years that Pan had toyed with her, surmounting in this night. This one night where all foreplay would end, and he would finally sate his hunger. So as he pulled her white shift up her legs and over her head, she looked at him with a fire in her eyes, the heat of their bodies fusing into electricity. Pan traced his fingers over her bare skin, brushing over her nipples, her stomach, and finally lower to where her core was throbbing for him.

"No," Evie murmured, trying to pull his hand away from her centre, moaning breathily, "We've done that before. I want more."

"My, my Evelyn," he smirked, kissing along her bare stomach. "You're very eager to have me take you, aren't you?"

His words and touches had her moaning, and her body was moving desperately against his, hips crushing upwards while hands sought to remove him of his clothing. All hints of laughter gone from his face, Pan looked down at her with desire.

"Please Pan," she murmured, grasping at his arms as he leaned down to kiss her passionately, his teeth tugging at her lips as he pushed himself into her slowly, feeling her tense underneath him. He brushed her brown curls from her face that was clenched in pain but couldn't help but think that she was beautiful. "More," she finally hissed.

Pan pulled himself out of Evie before pushing back in again, this time with more force, building up a rhythm until her moans were no longer of pain, but pleasure, however similar the two were to the young man. Gripping her hip, tightly, he used it as leverage to push harshly into her, eagerly seeking out his own release.

"Tell me that you love me, Evie," Pan ordered huskily as he felt his orgasm approaching, gripping her tightly as he bit down on the flesh of her shoulder, her yelp spurring him onwards. "Tell me."

"I love you," she breathed as she felt herself coming apart beneath him, dragging him along with her as he let out a guttural groan, finally collapsing atop him.

"You bastard," she finished finally, realising what he'd made her do. She pushed him off her body, staring up at the ceiling in horror. Her heart was calming down, only for her to be filled with an emptiness that she couldn't explain. Or at least, an emptiness that she didn't want to explain.

Turning aside from Pan, she grabbed at her dress as the dread filled her. Sitting on the edge, she felt him coming over to her, pressing cold kisses against her neck as he pushed her hair aside. "Thank you for that, Evie."

"Your heart feeling okay, Pan?" Evie asked, her voice inconceivably weak. "Now that you've taken away my love."

"Ah, but you gave it willingly, my dear," he answered, whispering upon her ear. "You gave me your love.

"And now you'll always be mine."

xxx

When Evie woke up, gasping in sharp breaths as her body tensed in both pleasure and a kind of painful fear, she glanced out of her window. There, she searched for any hint, a sign, that maybe what she'd just dreamed didn't mean what she knew that it did. She hoped beyond hope that if she looked across the road, she wouldn't see a light on in the innkeeper's room.

But a crackling fire was casting a glow out of the window.

And she started to hyperventilate. Because if she'd dreamt about him; if there was someone in that room…

She clutched her sheet to her body, suddenly freezing cold.

He was back.

A/N: DUNDUNDAHHHHHHH!

Welcome my lovelies to my newest Panfiction.

And yes. It is definitely Panfiction (just so you don't all get tricked into reading a Hook/OC like last time). This is going to be heaps of fun to write after going into all that CaptainSwan (which, you know, I seem to be incapable of not writing. So fair warning, there will be mentions.)

Of course, AU. Because, isn't everything concerning Pan AU nowadays? =P

But yeah, leave me a line, tell me what you think, and share the love around, because I love you for reading!

Much love!

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