The unwanted sunlight peered through one of the entry ways of the hideout, casting upon Peter and Rose's faces as they lay in bed together. No, nothing happened, but Rose grew tired after the little magic show the night before, as did Peter from his continuous working hours all that day. Of course his flower was hesitant toward sharing a bed, which made Peter laugh occasionally whenever she would stiffen beside him at the feel of his movement closer, but she accepted it all the same; knowing there was no other choice.

Peter tested her, seeing how far she would let him go, which was almost completely to her side until Rose objected. Yet after she had fallen into a deep enough sleep, he casually draped his arm over to her side, finding an immediate response where his flower cuddled closer to his warmth. The silence of the night was pleasurable, with Rose sounding a slight moan or grunt whenever she would shift against his side; her head eventually lying atop his chest where Peter attempted to control his wild heartbeat so not to alarm his flower. As the time passed, Peter's mind repeatedly tried him with ungentlemanly thoughts which he always pushed away yet still prevented him from sleeping. His sea green eyes had travelled down to look at the top of her head, studying each individual line of hair until his eyes became so tired they couldn't stay open.

Luckily both survived the night, with Peter rising first only to be trapped underneath Rose's head still on his chest. Chuckling deeply, he then realized the vibration shook her just a bit, for the girl's eyes lazily blinked open, surveying the scene before her with masked uncertainty. It took a few seconds of Rose staring at Peter to finally realize she had been sleeping on him, where the teen then jumped back; unleashing an embarrassed squeal as she tumbled off the bed and onto the floor, dragging the edge of the covers with her. "Oh my goodness! You did something! You did something! Oh my gosh – what did you do?!"

Peter laughed openly, propping himself up with his elbow wedged on a pillow where his taunting gaze showed before his flower anxiously gnawing at her fingernails. "Why are you implying I did something?"

He stood from the bed, straightening his patched shirt and belt with a grin, "If anything, you were the one that slept on me last night."

"I did not!" she leapt to her feet in defense, looking absolutely adorable with her slightly messy braid from bed and hazy morning glow emanating from her face. Peter loved this appearance, finding it to make his heart beat faster at the sight, where he then sighed, raising his hands in defeat. "Whatever you say Flower, come along," he started towards the door after pulling his boots back on, "We mustn't miss breakfast."

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It was unusual, to say the least, for Rose had never seen Peter go to so much trouble for her before. He had ordered all the Lost Boys to breakfast, ordering them to find logs for a morning bonfire where Peter then prepared a rather large variety for breakfast; motioning to them, once complete for Rose to choose amongst them. A blanket spread across the ground lay covered in freshly-made dishes where Peter watched as his flower's eyes analyzed each one hungrily before creating a plate of her own; each of the Lost Boys then being permitted to eat as they liked as well. "You didn't have to cook so much Peter," she muttered while taking the first bite of her biscuit she had smothered in a wild berry jam.

"It was no trouble Flower, I rather enjoy seeing your expressions once having seen my efforts," the smirk spread wider on his face, causing Rose to giggle in a bubbly way which caught the attention of several Lost Boys; Peter's own fierce glare sending their eyes away immediately, but not before his flower noticed his angry look. "What's wrong Peter?" Caught off guard by her question, Peter faced her again, his eyebrows moving a fluster as he stuttered for a correct reply.

"Are you being territorial Peter?" Rose laughed; a flirtatious grin gracing her beautiful face as the boy teen huffed, knowing her little tease when he saw it.

"You are mine after all, I would've thought it to be my right of being protective," he took a small bite of his eggs still warm from their time on the skillet. "True," Rose smirked, "But I never said I was yours." Peter raised his head, his eyes narrowing in a defensive way as Rose crossed her legs with a chuckle. "Is that a challenge, Flower? To make you mine?" "I don't know…" she released with a deepened breath, not knowing that Peter took this challenge seriously, now he was determined to make Rose regret those words of defiance. He had gone too long without making steps towards his flower's heart, and now, she was even openly taunting him about it. Yet the question of Rose's connection to that young girl back in the orphanage remained in the back of Peter's mind, continuously poking into his thoughts where he suddenly started to piece together a plot for Rose's discipline; nothing too risky, but just enough to catch her heart's interest and finalize that she indeed belonged to him.

Felix knew that dangerous look in Peter's eyes as he stared into the flames, the close range of the lighting brightening his features with a gold tint. He was conjuring up something, and by the expression crossing his friend's face, the older teen knew it probably wasn't going to be good for anyone.

"So," Rose took another sip from her glass, glancing over to Peter, seemingly unknowing of his thoughtful expression as he broke from his trance-like state. "What are we doing today?" her voice questioned hopefully. Peter smirked, examining the scene around him as all the Lost Boys focused in on the answer to such a question. Running a hand back through his slightly-flattened curly mess of hair, he smiled, flashing a glimpse of his surprisingly white teeth to daze his flower for the few seconds of silence. "How about I teach you a little more in survival, possibly even go into depth about your abilities?"

Rose started to grin, nodding as she watched the other Lost Boys all look away as if saddened by Peter's schedule for the day. "You do need to explain some things…"