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Tinkerbelle had hated Jane and Wendy. She had hated any girl who had attempted to spoil her happiness with Peter. But it wasn't like that with Ren. Tinkerbelle had warmed up to her almost instantly, especially after viewing Ren's paintings and her obvious dedication to something other than Peter. Even though Tink knew Peter wanted Ren more than her, she could not bring herself to hate her. So naturally when Tink saw Ren, armed with paints, brushes, canvases, pallets, and a glass jar, heading down the to shore, she joined her. Another reason Tinkerbelle respected Ren was because she didn't feel the need to fly all the time. No. Ren was more than content to just walk, with Tinkerbelle sitting on her shoulder.

Setting up her paints, Ren sat back in the sand and thought. She decided attempting any landscaping or anything that required too much creativity was too much for her to handle at this point. Try as she might, she couldn't make her imagination stretch to the far corners of her world as she could before. There was a black hole blocking her minds eye. Even as she tried to push past the block that her rape had created she just found herself weeping in a heap on the sand. She couldn't see anything but Hook's big ugly face leering at her. Turning her mind away from the unpleasant memories she thought of Peter. His boyish grin. His tousled red hair. His laughing eyes. His handsome facial structure. Before she knew it, Ren was sketching at an amazing pace, outlining Peter's beautiful and mischievous grin.

Tinkerbelle watched from Ren's shoulder, as Peter's face seemed to almost come alive on the canvas. Ren seemed satisfied with the sketch and as she put down the canvas, she began to reach for her paints. She was only mildly surprised when Tink flew from her shoulder and stopped her hands progress. "I shouldn't continue?" she asked her. Tink nodded. "Break time?" she nodded again. "GREAT!" she shouted. Leaving her painting supplies and overalls on the shore, she shed her clothes and swam out to sea until the water was up to her neck. Tink preferred to sit on the shore and sleep on top of Ren's clothes.

Ren dived well below the surface of the sea. Ren had never felt so close to heaven before. The water filling in all the grooves and valleys of her body. The cold water felt as thought it was cleansing and purifying her. She knew that swimming was not the safest thing she could be doing especially alone but it just felt like something she needed to do. Whenever she swam it just seemed to release all her tension from her body. The slight pressure of the water around her engulfed her and weighed pleasantly on her. She tugged her hair out of its ponytail and just let her hair fan out around her. She was completely at peace. Until, she swallowed some water. It made her choke. Gone was the wonderful weighing sensation. Cold filled her up instead. Her insides felt like they were made of lead. Her head began to ache and she felt her body temperature go down. She sank underneath the waves and sat on the bottom of the sea. She pulled her limbs to her and cradled herself. The water gently lifting her hair. Her eyes were closed but memories kept flashing across them. Hooks leering face…Peter's smiling one…but then she heard a voice. A voice much like her own….only smaller...and afraid. "No! Father please stop! Don't kill them!! Please! PLEASE!" The voice began to sob pitifully and scream out in terror. Ren opened her eyes and shook her head. The salt water stung her eyes, but it did the trick. She snapped out of her horrible memories and broke the surface of the water. She took in some air and shook herself again. NO NO NO NO NO! No way am I getting depressed again! She focused her thoughts to the more positive sides of things. The ocean was blue, the breeze was warm, Peter's handsome face observed her from the shore, the trees were- wait…..hold that thought….she whipped her head around and saw Peter staring in absolute wonder at her. She looked down. Naked as the day she was born. She screamed and dived below the water's surface. She began to swim as far away from the shore as she could. Even though the water was cold, her face burned with embarrassment. Shit! This is even worse than this morning! As she swam something glowing in the sand caught her eyes. The glow was pulsating…almost as if it was alive. She swam down to it. It was a necklace. It shape was a simply sphere but upon closer inspection, there were silver rings moving around it. Almost like a planet. But the rings weren't solid like the rest of the necklace. They were almost like rings of tiny specks of dust. Glowing dust. As Ren picked up the necklace, her mind suddenly went into a sort of haze. Her body moved on it's own. Fastening the necklace around her neck. As she did, the clasp on it vanished, making it impossible to take off. It was as if she was falling into a deep sleep. She could still see and hear but it was like her body was being occupied with two more souls. Only thing she could feel was these two other souls, pressing hers into a corner. It came to her that these two souls belonged to Wendy and Jane. They weren't souls really…just parts of them. One feeling they both shared. Feelings that they had locked away inside the necklace. The only thing she could feel was…..lust…. Lust for….

Peter hadn't found Ren by accident. He had followed her down to the shore. He was intrigued by Tinkerbelle's sudden attraction to the girl but more than that, he wanted to see Ren paint. He smirked as he saw his own handsome features appear on her paper. He was a bit disappointed when Tink had stopped Ren's work but the feeling vanished the very second Ren had started to undress. As she ran to into the water Peter thought for a second about following her. But then he remembered the morning's unpleasantness when he had attempted to enjoy the gifts of a woman's body. Staying put he watched her diving in and out of view. When she had gone under and not resurfaced for some time he got concerned. He was about to go to her when she emerged. Water trailing down the contours of her body. Dripping from her hair into her face. He couldn't help it. He emerged from the bushes, drinking in her appearance. She looked so pure. So untouched. She saw him and screamed. He smirked when she made an attempt at a get away. He dived in after her, clothes and all. He saw her swimming away and was about to follow when she paused. Then he saw it to. The glow coming from the sand. She swam to it and he followed. When she touched it he saw her expression change. Her features relaxed and she looked almost bored. Her arms went around her neck. He saw the glow was in fact a necklace. Then he saw Ren's body go limp. As he swam up to her he saw her eyes were open now. They were warmer than usual, no that was an understatement. Her eyes were burning with passion, and every bit of it was directed towards him. Her eyes had changed from their warm brown to an icy blue, and then a dark ocean blue, but the same passion was there. Her eyes continued to change color, icy blue, ocean blue, brown. The way she looked at him…it created a fierce feeling inside of him that shot up and down his body and nestled somewhere in his groin. She got closer to him and put her arms around his neck. She pressed herself to him, wrapping her legs around his hips. He could feel her skin sliding against his clothes, and it was more than he could bear. Ren brought her mouth to his. As he kissed her back he felt her tongue probing his lips. He opened his mouth but much to his dismay she retracted her tongue. Instead she blew air into his lungs. As he returned the gesture the burning from holding his breath for so long subsided. Ren, with her arms still around him, slowly began to rub herself against him. Her groin came dangerously close to brushing his own, but just as it came torturously close it would travel back up to his navel. Having Ren grinding on him, no clothes included, was driving Peter insane. Suddenly he didn't care about air. His tongue dove into her mouth as his hands rested on her hips, guiding her movements.

Ren was still in a haze. She only felt lust and pleasure. She knew somewhere in the back of her mind that this was wrong. That she shouldn't be doing such things with a boy who didn't love her. As Peter's hands came to rest on her hips, she almost lost all sense of everything.

Peter could feel her arching against him, but he also felt her breaths coming less frequently. She needed air. He planted his feet on the sandy bottom of the ocean and pushed up. He and Ren rose with speed towards the surface. As they broke it, Ren gasped for air. As oxygen filled her lungs she became herself again. The necklace re-mained where it was, but it glowed a little less brilliantly than before.

Peter tried to get the necklace off. He hacked at the chain with his knife, tried to pull it off, slip it over her head, but nothing worked. The necklace was stuck.

The pair had come to an unspoken agreement that neither of them would mention what had happened under the water. Ren was dying of embarrassment, and Peter was very very VERY confused.

Later that evening, the lost boys had insisted on taking Ren to see the natives. She was unsure at first, but with promises of good food and fun she decided to go along. Peter hadn't said a word in response to the boys' please, he just nodded.

The first thing Ren noticed about the native camp was the smell, rich in pine and smoke. It smelled thick yet refreshing. She decided she loved it. The natives were kind and welcoming to Peter and the boys, but they frowned at her. She wasn't offended, they had just met her right? They had a right to be suspicious of her. She was given tasks to do, all of which were simple and she executed perfectly. Collecting firewood, water, and mending clothes. She never once complained. Gradually everyone around her saw that she meant no harm and would do what she was told. Soon she was aloud to join in the festivities. She ate and danced with the lost boys. However she had to refuse the pipe. She couldn't help but wince as she saw the lost boys inhale deeply, choking on the smoke. After the pipe ceremony, the dancing continued. The chief's daughter, Tiger Lily seemed very friendly with Peter, Ren noticed in slight annoyance. Tiger Lily danced in close proximity with him and at one point Ren was sure she saw her kiss his cheek.

Peter was only half hearted as he joined in the dancing. Tiger Lily danced closely to him, but she did not arouse the same feeling in him that Ren had. Sure Tiger Lily was exotic and beautiful, and she danced well, but he didn't get the feeling that she was very fun. When she was not dancing, she sat primly upright and proud. Her expression remained stoic and solemn. Ren was different (but then again Ren had never been required to play the role of a princess.) She slouched comfortably and her expression was usually relaxed, and when she wanted to laugh she did. Unlike Tiger Lily, Ren held nothing back. She was fun. Even though the whole thing with the necklace confused him, her touch was welcome and he had decided that he liked the power the necklace gave her. He didn't even feel it when Tiger Lily kissed his cheek.

Ren had, had enough. Tiger Lily was clearly dangling Peter in front of her. Her haughty smile and smugness practically radiated off of her as she glanced meaningfully in Ren's direction. Ren knew a challenge when she saw one, and this one was directed right at her, so she got up and headed over to them. She smoothly cut in front of Tiger Lily and began to sway to the rhythm of the drums with Peter. Closing the distance between them, she got close enough for a kiss but all she did was breathe against his eager lips. Just as Tiger Lily was about to cut in front of her, Ren jutted her hip to the side, still in time with the drums, and pushed Tiger Lily out of her and Peter's dance. "That…..wasn't very nice you know…." Peter whispered half heartedly against her lips. "Would she have backed off if I didn't push her?" Ren said huskily, nipping Peter's lower lip. "No….." Peter moaned, "I suppose not." As the beat picked up in a faster tune, Ren grabbed Peter's hand and ran to the lost boys. They all made a circle and shoved Peter in to the middle of it. They all began to dance around him. Faster and faster. Peter was laughing and dancing in the middle, and then he pulled Ren in the circle and they began to dance together. Their moves were perfectly in sync. They copied each other's movements and steps with perfect precision. Ren giggled. "Back off Tiger Lily. This one is mine."

Authors Note: So sorry for the wait everyone!!! Reading this must be hard. How do you space things farther apart so the story is easier to read? Lemme know!