A/N: Hey team!

So, yeah, I know I told one person, but just for reference, no Felix is not insanely old, he's around 24 physically (and about three hundred - same as Pan - mentally). Otherwise things get creepy real fast.

So, without further ado, let us delve into the next chapter (Felix/Ash sexytimes - you have been warned).

Enjoy! xx

Angry

"So, how was it?"

Felix was greeted with a fierce kiss as Tasha practically ran across the room, dropping her bag behind the couch as she kissed him. Her legs moved to straddle his lap as she leaned back and raised her arms above her head, waiting for him to remove her sweater.

He simply smirked and began to toy with the hem, keeping her on edge and waiting.

"I told you I was going to be frustrated, Felix," she grunted, pushing her hips into his and feeling him crush her to him once more. His lips sought out hers, eager and forceful, pressing his tongue and battling her until he won, and had her flipped onto her back beneath him on the couch, her sweater on the floor in a split second.

A year ago, expecting this would have been the furthest thing from Felix's mind. He'd come to this world to slip into Tasha's everyday life. And he'd done so successfully. He'd been that friendly waiter at first who quickly got fired. Then he'd been the cashier at the local supermarket…who promptly got fired…

But now he was a bartender down the road, and he was fully expecting to not get fired. But it was at a bar much like the one he now worked at that last year, on New Year's Eve, his and Tasha's relationship had moved from friends, to er, friendlier.

When Pan found out, Felix would most likely be strung up by his toes.

Mind you, with his hands pressing against Tasha's bra and her palming his arousal through her pants, that didn't really seem to matter at that precise moment. Hi mouth was sucking at the soft skin of her neck, travelling down to where she was arching her breasts insistently into his touch. He chuckled before looking back up at her, resting his chin in between the valley of her breasts.

"You want to tell me what's wrong?" he asked, softly. She'd obviously been on edge before leaving if she knew she was going to be this frustrated when she got home, but now she was brutally frustrated, bordering on angry.

"Nope," she answered, pursing her pink lips and returning her hands to where they were working at Felix's pants.

"Tasha," he groaned, it started off disappointed but ended in a pleasured grunt as she wrapped her hand around him and began to slide it back and forth. He returned his lips to hers in order to cover up the sounds that would inevitable begin to spill from his mouth. He returned his hands to roaming her body, working to get his hands down her pants just as quickly as she'd done to him.

When he touched her, she bucked into his hand with a desperate groan and waiting no longer, Felix divested them both of their pants, and returned to her, pushing into her warm heat gratefully with a relieved sigh. He unclasped her bra so that he could kiss and suck at her breasts, furthering the whimpers that were coming from her mouth.

Felix pulled one of her thighs up to his hip to get a better angle as he thrust unto her and she took hold of his shoulders, head thrown back with each forceful movement into her. He felt her rocking against him, trying to bring them both to completion as quickly as she could. Trying to rid herself of any and all frustration as she sought out her climax. And however much, Felix hated her using him like, this, he wanted her happy. His fingers danced over her clit, rubbing at it quickly as her moans grew louder and she breathlessly moaned, "Yes. Yes, Felix."

She tumbled over the edge before him, clenching down upon him as he thrust a few more times, still shaking in his arms as he spilled himself into her. He finally collapsed, his body leaning down and finding place curved along hers. Tasha's delicate hand came up to thread through his hair softly and tenderly, all frustrations cleared from her face.

Pulling himself up on his arms, he hovered over her with a concerned look on his face and she tried to match it, knowing what he expected.

"It was nothing," she finally let out, trying to roll out onto the floor from beneath his arms, but he kept her trapped there with his body.

"I'm cold." She tried pouting, but Felix didn't relent.

"I'm hungry?" She knew it was a losing battle and finally sank down into the pillows.

"I'm…"

"Avoiding the question."

"What the fuck, Felix!" she exclaimed, that anger slipping back into her tone as she tried to push him off of her. He groaned as she used her strength to push him away and slip out from under him. For someone so small, she certainly could match him.

"And there's the defensiveness," he sighed, sitting up and leaning down for his pants as she redid hers, slipping her bra back on and going into her room to find a t-shirt that wasn't Felix's.

"This wasn't just the meeting," Felix said, leaning on the arch that led to her room, shirtless and tantalising if Tasha was so furiously trying to ignore him. But he knew her better than that.

"It was the dreams okay!" Tasha said, throwing her hands up in defeat. "I had another fucking nightmare last night."

"Tasha…"

"No!" She stalked past him into the kitchen without looking at him. "I'm not going to fucking spill my guts to you."

"So this past year…you still don't feel the need to tell me anything."

"I tell you the shit that matters, Felix."

"Judging by your reaction," he answered evenly, following her, "This shit does matter."

"No," Tasha said, staring him directly in the eye. "Drop it, Felix."

"You know I won't."

"Then get out and leave me be."

"Natasha…"

She looked up at him fiercely, her jaw set in a hardline as her green eyes flashed red with anger. "Go."

Felix didn't need telling twice, not after the magic he'd seen lighting up her eyes. Just like her father, the girl didn't quite know how to control it.

Not that she even realised she had magic.

All she knew was that every time she thought about those dreams, she wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. And it wasn't because of the content. It was an overwhelming sinking feeling in her gut that stayed and wouldn't leave.

And she didn't know why.

xxx

Seventeen Years Ago

The Border of Talinor

"C'mon Ash!" Emma was beckoning the little girl from where she was looking in awe at a patch of night orchids. The arrival of those flowers signified the beginning of spring and the place in the world that they were. Talinor.

The two year old toddler heard Emma's words and her eyes shot up, running over to where she was and being lifted up into her arms. They had been walking for a while, and with such short legs, Ash wasn't moving as fast as the rest of them.

"Emma, how long?"

Ash tugged on Emma's hair lightly when the woman didn't answer and she weaved her way out of her grasp with a soft sigh. "I don't know, Ash."

"Why?"

"Because we're still really far away, little star," she said with a sad smile.

"But Mommy said…"

"Mommy's a little busy at the moment," Emma said, looking off to where she was standing at a local street vendor who looked extremely agitated. Evie conversed in heated tones, in a language that Emma wasn't familiar with. She could only assume it was Talinese and despite having not heard Evie speak it for over seven years, she spoke it fluently.

Pan, seemingly put out by his inability to join in on the conversation, was standing by with his arms folded, looking menacing in his own steely way should something suddenly go wrong in the interaction.

Evie suddenly grasped hold of the man by his hair, pulling him across the counter, clearly sick of everything he was trying to weasel out of telling her. "Leïnadaeré ara ezineitia!" Where are the rebels? "Or I will skin you alive." The man probably didn't know what she was saying in the second part, but he saw the murderous intent in her eyes and finally muttered, "Forék elt. Yeradaéré ai ara sorékiané."

Evie's composure faltered for a moment as she tried to make sense of what the man had just told her. 'Fuck it', was pretty obvious, but 'They're in the goldfire' wasn't exactly the easiest of instructions.

"Ara sorékiané?" Evie asked in verification.

"Ayé," the man replied in relief, glad that Evie had somewhat released her hold on him.

"The sorékiané," she kept muttering under her breath, hoping that something would click.

"The mines," Pan finally said, trying to string gold and fire into something recognisable. Evie's eyes widened before the barest hint of a smile graced her face.

"I knew I kept you around for something," Evie grinned, brushing her hand against his lightly, grasping at his fingers lightly. If they weren't in present company, she would have kissed him.

"Tera mai," Evie muttered, turning back to the man and dropping a small pouch of gold coins on the table. "For your time."

And just as she was turning away, the old man's eyes widened for he caught sight of the face behind her half veil and he gasped. Those eyes…that shining star necklace…

"Princess," he breathed. But Evie, Pan, Emma and Ash were already gone.