A/N: Hey Team!

Well, this chapter went on forever. So it's unedited cause I just spent, like four hours fighting writer's block to get this out, and I really need to go and get rid of the sugar headache I've given myself.

Queen of Dorks: Thank you so much! Your review(s) really means a lot. This is all that's keeping me sane too. =P xx

Aight team, Pan/Evie completely this chapter. Let's get this show on the road.

Enjoy! xx

Wanting

xxx

Four Years Ago

"If you don't want to get married, why don't you just tell them? If they love you, they'll let you marry who you choose."

"Why do you let them treat you so, Evie? You're actually telling me that a tournament was held in your honour and you didn't even get acknowledged!"

"They honestly don't care enough to treat you of your place? Do they honestly think you such a burden that they will not ask for your opinion on such matters? They consider Emma's thoughts!"

Francis knew her well. Every time she heard him say something like that, she couldn't help but agree with him. And when she went to bed that night, with Killian's kiss fresh upon her lips, those words were swirling around her head. Because he was leaving her…Just like they all inevitably did…

And the royal family weren't exactly accommodating. Sure they were all goody goody with her now that she was showing miniscule interest in someone that they approved of…

She didn't want them to approve of her. She didn't want Francis. She wanted Pan. And as she clutched at one of her four pillows, she imagined that it was him; that it was him comforting her after everything.

A soft knock came at her door and Evie resignedly got up from her bed. She was desperate to reach oblivion in her sleep to escape her thoughts, except at this ungodly hour, someone was knocking at her door.

Opening it a crack, she saw Francis at her door and her eyes widened in surprise. Night time visits weren't on the agenda. At least, not from what she'd perceived of him.

"Relax Princess," Felix answered, a soft smile upon his face. "I have a message for you."

"From…"

"Someone whose job is finished and would like to see you as soon as possible in a certain realm."

Evie's mouth dropped open in astonishment, her brown eyes glowing in excitement. "You know Pan?" she hissed.

"Goodnight, Princess," Francis said with a mysterious grin as he waved her goodbye. She stared at his retreating back for a moment before shutting the door and running to her desk drawer. So as to not be tempted, she'd kept it away from her for the past few months.

But now, she held it in her hand tightly, and when she opened her eyes, she was surrounded by towering trees and candlelit lanterns. Her heart beat that much faster as she slowly brought her eyes down to see the one person she wanted, standing with his arms folded at the base of his tree with a smug grin on his face.

"Welcome back, Princess."

She was so fast into his arms that he barely saw her running towards him. His arms wrapped around her warmly, pulling her into his embrace fiercely. She reached up and earnestly placed her lips on his, murmuring between kisses, "Don't. Call. Me. Princess."

"Of course, Evie," he grinned, pulling away to brush her hair out of her face. "It's just been so long…"

"I missed you. So much," she held him tighter and he brushed his nose against her neck. But when he stiffened in her arms, Evie pulled back to look at him questioningly. His eyes, however, were stuck firmly upon the juncture of her neck and shoulder, narrowing in anger as his hands began to clench upon her.

"Who touched you?" he hissed through gritted teeth, still not taking his eyes off the spot. It was then that Evie realised what Pan was staring at. And she gulped. She'd never lied to him before…could she lie to him? Was it physically possible?

"No one Pan, I swear!" Evie lied through her teeth.

"So you simply fell on your neck?" He was staring at her incredulously, wondering why she would even bother to lie to him. "Who touched you?"

"Does it matter, Pan? He's gone now!" She pushed herself out of his arms angrily. This wasn't how she'd expected their reunion to go. "You know what, I don't even know why I have to explain myself to you. I don't see why you had to spend three months here, leaving me to be courted by some Prince so that you could protect the island during winter."

"I don't think you understand the amount of power it takes to keep the lost boys safe when the frost settles in. As for you? I waited for you, didn't I?"

"You don't have any other girls."

"But you have boys so you can just take them at any time you please?" Pan was fuming now. He wasn't particularly angry that someone had touched her, more that there was a possibility she would have more options than him. And that made him desperate.

"No," she hissed, pushing against him, "I'm not some tavern whore, Pan. But if –"

"Was it Felix?"

"…who?"

"Francis," Pan corrected.

"No!" she said in exasperation. "Why does everyone keep thinking that!"

"Everyone…"

Evie cut him off by pulling on the collar of his tunic and crushing her lips to his once more, almost angrily. "I want you."

"Don't tell me that, Evie," Pan groaned into her lips, his hands tightening once more on her hips. "If you tell me that then I'll take you to my bed and have my way with you."

"I want you," she repeated dangerously even. She didn't even realise what it was that she was asking. But he lifted her into his arms that same way he did when he'd first met her, and pushed off into the air, jumping in through the window and letting her stand on her feet for a second before he attacked her body once more. His hands were roaming up and down her sides, pulling and tugging at the strings of her night dress but Evie murmured breathlessly, "If you want me to take it off, just ask."

"Actually," Pan grunted, "I'd much prefer it if I ripped them off you, but that loses its effect if I tell you."

Evie shivered at the blatant lust in his eyes as he finally pulled the thin cardigan from her shoulders. She shivered, partially from cold, but also from the caresses of Pan's delicate hands across her skin. He was kissing her across her skin and her body was reacting to every touch, so much so that she wanted to feel him completely against her.

Evie surprised even herself then. She shifted her shoulders and the thin straps of her nightdress fell from her shoulders. Pan looked up from where he was kissing her collarbone to smirk, a question in his eyes. "Evie?"

"So you need a written invitation or something, Pan?" she whispered, breathlessly and he dropped her dress to her waist without another moment's hesitation. Running his hand over her curves, she found herself almost bare before him.

"You are mine, Evie," he whispered, latching his lips onto the swell of her breasts before swirling his tongue around her nipple, suckling and pinching as she arched into his mouth, heat pooling in her core. Her body burned for him as Pan pushed her back into the wall. His fingers traced lines down her bare stomach, before waiting for her to shimmy out of the rest of her clothes. Her breath heavy, Evie was shivering, never having been so naked around a man before, but she was so on edge with excitement that she let it fall after only a moment, watching as Pan's eyes darkened impossibly.

He dared to venture lower then, even as he stood fully clothed, she pushed herself into him. His lips and teeth pulled and teased her skin as she let out moans, "What are…what are you doing, Pan?"

He was skimming the edge of her panties with his fingertips and he murmured against her neck, nuzzling into the skin with a devilish grin, "Would you prefer the bed, Evie?"

"I can't…" she breathed, finally realising what she'd consented to when she said that she wanted him. "I can't…it's not proper…my wedding night…"

"There are ways around that," he answered with a mischievous grin before sweeping her into his arms and crossing the room, depositing her on the bed with a soft bounce before he crawled on top of her. He ran his hands up her thighs before hovering his body above hers, kneading at her breasts with his hands roughly, he took her lips in a searing kiss. It was a moment before Evie realised there was a dull throbbing between her legs from the dance Pan was mirroring with their tongues. She groaned, feeling him press against her intimately and he chuckled against her lips.

His hand was suddenly there, pressing down on her through her panties and she almost yelped with the foreign feeling. But it wasn't uncomfortable…it was good…

Pan's finger's pushed aside the offending cloth without removing his lips from Evie's, testing the effect that he had upon her, entirely pleased as he pressed his fingers into her wet warmth. Evie gasped out a moan as she felt his intrusion, touching her in a place no one had ever felt before.

"That feels so…good," Evie was gasping into his mouth, her breath coming in sharp pants. Fiercely, he kissed her, biting down on her lip hard enough to draw blood and she grasped at his shoulders, trying to ground herself as he brought her pleasure beyond what she had ever felt. Pushing herself onto his hand, she wordlessly begged for more. He wasn't taking things further than she wanted, but God, if he'd wanted to right now, she was pretty sure she'd let him.

She couldn't help the shaking of her body as he brought her closer to the edge, pressing down upon her once more before she was taken over by insurmountable pleasure, clinging to Pan as he touched her lightly through her high, holding her around the waist to his body, still fully clothed as her bare body sank down, wearied.

He held her to him for a moment as her breathing returned to normal, simply gazing down at her as she turned into a boneless mass in his arms. Lowering her completely to the bed, he places a chaste kiss upon her forehead as Evie looked up at him curiously.

"But…what about you…"

"I know what you're trying to do," Pan whispered. "You're trying to placate me by giving yourself to me."

"What do you mea –"

"I don't want it to be like this."

Evie stared at him in shock. And Pan could scarcely believe it himself. She was lying on his bed, the perfect image of fading innocence, and he was stopping himself. But it was too fast, it couldn't just be sex. He needed her to love him...

"Why are you such a gentleman?"

She'd felt the growing mass in his pants as he ground into her, he had to be as desperately in need as she was. But he simply gave her his usual smirk and said, "Not now, Evie. We've got all the time in the world."

And pulling the covers of his bed up over her, he slid in beside her. It was comfortable, leaning against Pan, but Evie, breathing heavily, found herself wishing that Pan's skin was warm upon hers. She settled with snuggling up to the pillows where he followed her, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead once more as she looked up at him wondrously.

"You're mine," he whispered, before lying down beside her and taking her in his arms. In that way, the two of them fell asleep. And when Peter Pan woke up the next morning, like all mornings, Evie was gone.

xxx

Present Day

Evie was on edge throughout the next day. Killian must have warned the girls because they were walking on glass around her, careful not to push her too hard or cause any problems. If they did, they went to Killian to fix the problem, because Evie was pacing in her room, alternating between crying and throwing things and being angry with everyone and everything:

But most of all herself.

She eventually cried herself to sleep sitting against the wall which was where Killian found her when he put Ash to sleep that night. He didn't want her sleeping there, so he didn't even hesitate to sweep her into his arms and walk down the hall to her room. Tucking her into her bed, she still didn't stir, the tears that stained her face only drying to form a layer of hardness across her frowning face. Whatever she was thinking of in her sleep, it wasn't happy. He could only hope that when she awoke in the morning, she would be back to normal.

Or, as normal as she could be.

xxx

"Did you honestly think I wouldn't find you, Evie?"

Evie jolted awake at the sound of Pan's voice. He was leaning against the door on one leg, his arms folded across his chest. He was wearing his tunic, those boots…he hadn't changed. Not one day had aged his face in two entire years. He was here, in her home, standing there like he owned the place with that stupid smirk on his face as his eyes roamed her figure.

"Fuck you, Pan," she spat, her eyes darting around. How did she get to her room. She looked at the direction of the moon out her window. Shit. She'd slept past their meeting time. "How the hell did you get in here?"

"Ooh, Princess has learnt how to play," he taunted, that sparkling gleam present in his eyes as he pushed himself off the door, walking forward easily. Evie couldn't help but cower backwards towards the wall as he began to walk towards her. He sat down o the edge of her bed, entirely too close for her liking.

"Now, now, Evelyn," he whispered.. "No need to be frightened. Although, it is quite a beautiful look upon your face. Fear."

"Flattery will not get you anywhere, Pan," she answered, his words dissipating her fright and fuelling it into her anger and frustration with him that took over her entire being. Leaning forward abruptly, she noticed surprise pass over his face. Within millimetres of his façade, she breathed angrily, "Get out."

"Why? So you can continue to avoid me?" he asked quietly, taking a step forward. "So you can continue to pretend that you never fucked me –"

"You never came back for me!"Evie hissed, looking up at his stoney face with a desperate anger. "I waited for you to come and take me away from him! You had my love, did that mean nothing?! You never saved me!"

"I never told you I would."

"Maybe the 'love' part was a little too much for your tiny brain, Pan," Evie said, pushing him harshly off her bed. "But that means something!"

"I never said I loved you," he answered harshly, his green eyes narrowing. "I don't know why you expected me to. But I'm here now –"

"And I'm just supposed to, what, be happy? Be happy that you left me two years ago to get married to a man I didn't know? That you took away any chance I had at happiness? Yeah. I'm happy."

"Good," Pan hissed, grabbing her arms that she tried to jerk out of his grasp. "But since you obviously can't be quiet long enough for me to get out what I need to say, I'm going to need to make you be quiet.

And Evie found herself unable to speak.

The fear set in once again. Pan's magic had been so minimal when she'd first met him that she'd assumed he only had what the pixie dust gave him. But here he was, silencing her wordlessly. Where had he gained his power?

"So, you obviously felt that, Evie," Pan said, letting go of her and taking a few steps back. "That, my love, is magic. Magic that you so foolishly gave me when you, well, gave me your love. And, you might not realise it but it's waning. Not through any of my doing of course, but for the past two years, it's been fading. And as of the last eight months, it's been decreasing exponentially."

Evie's eyes showed a question behind her fear. What do you expect me to do about it?

"Ah," Pan said with his smirk, "I honestly just want to catch up, Evie. I want to find out what you've been doing for the past two years. Or, more importantly, who."

What the fuck? That's what this was about?!

"Cause, you see, the only reason why my magic would be fading, is if you've given your love to someone else."

Evie would have laughed if she could. Her? In love with someone else? Please, the thought was ridiculous.

"And, well my dear, it may not be everything you would have wished for, but you loved me once," Pan said, leaning down to face her, his face perfectly serene. "And you will love me again." He waved his hand across Evie's face and she spoke aloud with a wide grin.

"You're insane, Pan."

"I know that, Evie," he answered as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "But I was just as insane four years ago when you met me."

And with that, he pressed his lips to hers gently, and despite her protests, her beating hands upon his chest, her mouth moulded to his instinctively and she couldn't stop it. When he broke away, he was smiling, invigorated. As much as Evie was reluctant to admit it, they'd both felt the surge – the spark – magic.

So Pan didn't say a word as she placed her finger to her lips, horrified.

And Evie didn't murmur a goodbye as he walked out of the door.

But she didn't sleep that night – too afraid of what her dreams would bring. Him. His addictive touch…

She missed it. She missed him.

But more than that, Evie hated being left wanting.