The view of the sea under the clear sky was beautiful. Looking down, flowers and beautiful tropical trees could be seen swaying in the wind near the shore. Tigerlily didn't pay any attention to any of it, though. She was standing out the edge of the rock, looking out from the eye of Skull Rock.

The heavy animal skin blanket around her was the only thing shielding her from the wind and hiding her modesty. She hugged the blanket tighter around her shoulders to rid herself from the cold as her now-loose hair hung past her shoulders. But some part of herself said that she deserves freezing.

What she had done was wrong. The elders had even said that one shouldn't.

What would her father say, he chief, knowing that she, the sacred and "pure" princess, had committed the ultimate unforgivable?

What would they all say now? How would she be punished?

Tigerlily dug the heels of her hands in her eyesockets feeling her eyes begin to burn. Her head hurt; she was over-thinking again.

They had said that it is only for spiritual or religious purposes. ...But he had said it wasn't and that it was for different reasons.

...She had even liked it...

"Tigerlily?"

Her blood ran cold hearing his voice call her. She knew he was thinking that she must have left and she had thought of doing just that, except when she looked outside, she had forgotten one small detail: she couldn't fly.

Peter bolted upright when he awoke. And not seeing her beside him, he instantly became concerned. Then he realized that he awoke because of the sudden cold—the heavier (and warmer) of the two blankets were gone.

She knew that he could see her from their makeshift bed when he stood.

Tigerlily didn't turn around to him. She rolled her eyes hearing the rattling of a belt buckle, and the image of him shirtless oozed into her thoughts; the "bed" they both had occupied was a messy woven collection of giant leaves, feathers, and many soft things Peter had gotten from a place called Earth. For some reason, she then began feeling nauseous and felt her knees weaken. It was only her worrying too much, she told herself.

Tigerlily doubted she should or even could return to her tribe after now.

The noise of his boots climbing up the steps is what broke her out of her train of thought.

Skull Rock had been very quiet all morning.

Large, pale hands grasped her hips on top the thick blanket. Tigerlily felt her heart skip and frowned feeling him pull her to his chest from behind.

Of course he was already dressed, she thought to herself. They both had business to attend to.

"I have to go arrange some...rules with the Boys back at camp," Pan's voice was low. And Tigerlily remained quiet.

No "good morning" or anything like. There were also very few "I'm sorry"'s and little to no "please"'s between them. It wasn't that they both didn't care for the other—that was their relationship. Though some would say it was an odd one or not even a relationship at all, those that would say that do not know these two.

Peter noticed her silence; he looked down at the top of her hair and his brows knitted together. "Lily..."

She didn't turn around, acting as if he wasn't even there. Tigerlily felt him become antsy, his hands coaxing up and down her sides. This did give him a reaction like he hoped and Peter smirked when she shuffled.

"Or~" He bent down to whisper in her ear, his lips quickly moving towards her jugular. "Since we don't have to back right away..we can kill time once more time..."

He squeezed her hips, pulling her against him to sway with his. One hand reached up to the end of the blanket to peel it off.

Tigerlily could imagine it all: her animal skin cover would pool to the floor around her ankles, he would wrap her in his arms and they'd repeat the same sin as the night before. It'd be so easy to...

She jumped away from his grasp, hands raised up to him to keep away.

Peter looked up to her annoyed and confused. But before he could yell "what is wrong with you?" and begin accusing her, she confessed: "I can't. We shouldn't have done it, Peter."

After several seconds of staring at her, he let his arms, that were still hovering in position, slap to his sides. She wasn't looking up to him but at the ground; it clicked to him that she was serious.

Peter studied her before countering, "why?" She seemed suddenly shy and very upset, which was very unlike her.

"Because the spirits will punish—-" Tigerlily walked around him and looked at the giant hourglass. Peter watched her from behind as she watched the sand draining to the bottom half. Unknowingly watching his life drain before her eyes. "...I like you Peter, I really do, you already know. Or I would have killed you."

Honestly, she had been skeptical to it earlier. But thinking tends to come a bit harder on a late night with the boy you've been crushing on for over a decade and a few drinks.

She paused, looking for the right words, her voice lowing down to just above a whisper. She could hear him walking away and imaged his hands clenched, scowling. "...I'm just..."

He stopped, rapidly turning on his heels. "Scared?" he spat.

Tigerlily looked up, glaring at him.

"I thought we established this already," he was stalking back to her, finger raised pointed at her. Static filled the air caused by his magic and emotion as he became angry. "You don't do anything against me, I won't do anything against you," he reproclaimed their neutral agreement when they first met. Then he paused and her words sunk in. Peter's face scrunched up in disbelief and his hand dropped. "Why would you ever think I'd do something to hurt you?!"

An eyebrow raised at him, remembering the fight that led to them coming to Skull Rock in the first place.

"Whatever I do is for your own good, Tigerlily!"

Her chin raised in defiance.

He walked until he was toe to toe with her. Peter was surprised to see tears welling in her bright brown eyes—he could see that she was indeed very afraid, and it wasn't just words. This was the first time she had ever shown fear and it quite unnerved him.

"Princess," Peter looked her straight in the eyes, speaking slowly, letting his words lay heavy in the air.. "I would never do anything to scare you," he then smirked at her expression, also remembering the fight last night, "nothing besides your best interest in mind, your majesty."

Finally, her expression softened, even by a little.

"Believe in me, Tigerlily," it sounded like both a question and a demand. The air warmed to normal. Peter dared to smile a little.

He placed his hands on her shoulders, she slumped forward and he pulled her to his chest.

Peter suddenly pulled back and held her at arms' length. "Aren't you only wearing this blanket?"

"Really?" Her tiny smile was gone. "Of course, I can't wear my clothes now, the buttons are broken!"

His eyebrow quirked. "Doesn't hurt to ask."

Both paused, letting the wind blow inside from the eye of Skull Rock, ruffling their hair. The air became very soft and warm.

Tigerlily slowly crossed the few steps to stand back in front of him. Peter watched her as she bit her lip, her hair casting a shadow over her eyes as she looked up to him. ...And that cocky smirk of his:

"Wipe that damn smile off of your face." Her command was added with a tug to his belt.

Peter's smile grew.

Tigerlily sighed, cursing. He saw her gaze settle on his mouth. "There are some spare clothes you can borrow... ." he breathed, his voice becoming raspy.

Her fingers caressed through the back of his hair. Little by little, Peter inched towards her parted lips. The air seemed to thicken and rise in temperature.

"Ok," she whispered against his mouth. Her eyes never leaving his. Peter's green eyes bore down into her brown s.

His hand slid down her sides. She felt his hands grip her hips, holding her to him.

Peter used the magic to move back behind the giant skull-shaped rock and in front of their makeshift feather-bed.

The kiss was not soft and sweet—and the two quickly became breathless, clawing at each other in desperate lust.

She raised one of his hands to the top of the edge of her blanket. It fell off her shoulders and joined the rocks at their feet.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Tigerlily brought Peter Pan down back to the bed.

"Why does it have to be here that I have to save magic?" Henry looked over to Pan. For the entire trip, he hadn't spoken; Henry hadn't wanted to break the silence anyhow. And now, Pan was looking around the giant cave like a child in a toystore for the first time.

"It's been a long time since I've stepped foot on this shore," Pan had whispered to himself, not meaning for Henry to hear and the boy raised an eyebrow.

Pan turned to the younger boy. "Because," he answered Henry's question, "this is the location of which Neverland's magic animates."

Pan saw the boy's attention trailing away, looking at something behind him. He turned to look towards what had Henry's attention at the same time Henry began walking away. Pan's stomach knotted.

"What's the hourglass for?"

Pan watched Henry stare at the giant hourglass in awe. "It marks how much time we have left before Neverland's magic runs out," he lied.

All the Lost Boys knew that Skull Rock was off limits; Skull Rock was Pan's private property unless he said otherwise.. Neither they, the mer-people, or Native tribe dared to go; they knew what had happened to the last pirates that stepped foot on the island—their clothes, that are all that remain, are used as extra clothing in emergencies.

Pan had become ruthless, merciless, in the short century he was here. His dark ways were blinded by the innocent eyes of The Boys. And Henry was no different.

There was no way Pan brought Henry to Skull Rock to save magic—it was very much alive in Neverland. Henry had no idea just who exactly he was dealing with (in more ways than one).

"It's almost empty," Henry remarked about the diminishing sand at the top half of the hourglass.

Yet he was more comfortable around Pan, there was still a small part of Henry that did not trust him. So when he saw Pan looking around frantically and lying that there was nothing wrong, he hesitated to follow what he was told.

But he was now a Lost Boy who would follow every command.

"Wait here." Pan sat Henry on a rock well hidden and out of earshot. "There is something I need to take care of before we get started, okay?"

Henry obeyed without conflict, completely oblivious that Pan was to trap Rumple inside Pandora's Box and then return for his heart. And Pan knew that Henry wouldn't refuse.

When you turn off the lights
I get stars in my eyes;
Is this love?
Maybe someday.
I've got the scene in my head,
I'm not sure how it ends.
Is it love?
Maybe one day.
So don't turn on the lights
I'll give you what you like

This is getting a bit more mature... Episode 8 is where this is taking place...again. Right before Rumple confronts his papa, and Emma and the rescue crew come and try to stop Henry from killing himself.

I want to write a more sensitive side of Pan, maybe with the Tigerlily flashbacks? What do you think?

The words in bold are from Avril Lavigne's new song "give you what you like"