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Chapter Six: Questions

I am roughly thrown onto one of the chairs that are situated around our wooden table and try desperately to keep my knees from knocking together. This is ridiculous! It's only Peter…I know only too well he would never purposely hurt me…right?

I peer up at him, leaning against a wooden pillar beside the table, arms crossed, eyebrows raised, glaring at me with such intensity that I flinch back.

"Last time I checked, you told the Lost Boys and Lucy you were going into the forest to look for vegetables." He drawls, eyes boring into mine, "Funny how I should find you doing something quite different."

I gulp and force myself to speak. "That wasn't what it looked like! He just suddenly k-kissed me, I had no time to even think."

He snorts derisively. "Well, it looked like you weren't putting up much of a fight, my dear."

God, how long was he standing behind me for? Did he see absolutely everything? I reckon I should simply just tell him the truth.

"Peter, it didn't mean anything."

And he flips.

With a snarl of uncontrollable rage, he seizes a chair near me and throws it against the wall, thus smashing it to pieces. He then storms over to the table and is about to throw it too but I'm immediately out of my seat and holding his arms, trying to restraint him.

"Peter, stop! What are you-"

Without a word, he grabs me by the waist and literally tosses me onto my bed, before pinning both of my arms above my head and glowering down at me, make me feel like a trapped animal in a cage.

"Am I not enough for you, Wendy? Need to get your kicks from someone else now too?"

I gasp in outrage. "How dare you?! You know fine rightly that you are the only person I care about, the only person I even think about in that way. I would never-"

He laughs buts it's cold and harsh and makes the hairs on my arms stand. "And yet, I found you in the arms of another boy! Do you know how that makes me feel, Wendy? Do you know how hard I was restraining myself from killing him?" He places his head on my shoulder and sighs. "You have no idea the effect you have on me. You are torturing me, day in, day out without even realising it. I have this insatiable need to always want you and it drives me completely insane."

His words are tantalizing me and before I can stop myself, I arch my back upwards and grind almost instinctively against him. His breathing hitches and from where he is positioned, he nudges my head away from my shoulder.

"This is going to be a reminder to the rest of Neverland that no one else can have you."

His words confuse me but only for a moment as he slides his tongue along my neck, before biting me. And hard. I give a sharp gasp of pain and buckle under him, finding the whole experience not only agonizing but strangely and extremely pleasurable.

After a few moments, he draws away and looks down on me, eyes blazing.

"You are mine."

I nod helplessly and reach for him but he remains where he is. I give a groan of impatience and he smirks.

"Say it."

"I'm yours, I'm yours," I try to sound confident and I know I sound whiney and needy as hell. "Please, Peter!"

He looks at me teasingly. "Please, what?"

I gave a growl of frustration. "You damn well know what."

His smirk grows wider and he slowly reaches for the buttons of my top.

"Always so bossy."

I glare at him but say nothing as his lips crash down on mine, immediately silencing us both.

"Peter?"

The rain is pounding down around the hide-out and I know it'll be less than fifteen minutes before the boys and Lucy get back but I'm feeling so blissfully content, I don't want to move. My head sits perfectly on Peter's bronzed chest and I sigh happily.

"Wendy?" He mimics and I roll my eyes, tightening my hold around him.

"You're troubled. What's wrong?"

I don't need to tell him I know because of the change in weather as he knows that too. I prop myself up on my elbows as I can look at him. He's frowning deeply, looking at the ceiling as if the answer to my question lies there.

"I was thinking…"

"Never a good idea."

He throws me a dirty look and I wink playfully back at him.

"You're funny. No, seriously. I was just wondering…why do I feel so strongly for you?"

Uh oh. This is not good. The last time we had a talk about feelings, it didn't end well. As in he went crazy and said I should just go home and take my feelings with me. Yes…Peter and feelings aren't a good mix. I think this question should just be left to another time.

"Um, not sure…anyway, enough of that, we should get dressed, the Lost Boys and Lucy will be returning soon." I attempt to get up but Peter grabs my wrist and yanks me back down.

"You're avoiding the question."

Crap. "Not avoiding, per se, simply not telling you right now." I smile hopefully and he raises an eyebrow at me.

"Wendy…" He warns and I sigh in exasperation.

"Well, what do you want me to say, hm? That what you're feeling is simply lust while I have to deal with two emotions?!"

Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!

"What's the other emotion?" He says extremely abruptly but before I can say anything, we hear loud noises from outside and I scramble for my dress while Peter throws his clothing carelessly over him.

John comes bursting into the hide-out with a large gash on his face, the other Lost Boys in tow. He arches an eyebrow in silent question to my sitting breathlessly on the bed with Peter standing directly beside but lets it go. Clearly there is something more important to discuss.

"Lucy, Peter, you have to come quick!"

I only just notice that my best friend is nowhere to be seen. Oh no. Oh God no…

"Hook has captured Lucy."

There you go. Oooo the plot thickens! And now Hook has been involved! What shall happen? Review to find out! Thanks, LucyMoon1992 x