Dahlia stepped into Peter's cove. None of her stuff had been moved back to hers which meant he wanted her to stay with him again. She didn't mind but she had a couple of things to ask him.

She watched him make sure no one was coming before letting the curtain fall back into place. He leaned casually against the entrance with his arms crossed. She would have been certain that he was in a good mood if she hadn't heard him talking to Felix.

"Did you run into someone new by any chance?" he asked right off the bat.

"Define anyone new." She wasn't going to play his game. If she learned anything from him, it was to always change the rules.

He smiled, already knowing that she was using his tactics. Except she had something he didn't have. She would always be able to bring out the best in him. He just had to give her the right tools to do so.

She stood still as he started circling her. He was treating her like a caged animal. She might as well be one with the way Felix had treated her a few days earlier. Strangely she wasn't. She didn't know what had come over her if she didn't feel frightened around the hulking Lost Boy. He scared all the others. He had attacked her so why didn't she feel scared?

"You're not scared of me," Peter mused as he circled her.

She laughed. "I was just thinking the same thing. I think it might be the wolf magic, but that's not what I want to talk to you about." He raised his eyebrows in welcome of her question. "What's the prophecy that has to deal with me?"

His mouth worked like a fish. Obviously no one questioned him. She had learned that a long time ago, maybe the first night she had been in Neverland. But she was tired of playing by his rules. She had to change them so she could have some semblance of peace. She was going to find out what he knew whether they fought or not. She'd rather not fight with him, but if it came down to it, she would.

She watched his brain work. He was coming up with whatever he thought would appease her and get her mind off the situation. It wasn't going to happen though. She was going to find out from his mouth what was bothering him. She was going to find out what prophecy he had and what it had to do with her. She didn't care if it made him mad. She could handle a mad Pan. She couldn't handle a lying Pan.

She grabbed the front of his clothing and pulled him to a stop. He looked down at her hand then up into her face. She took his face gently in her hands, her thumbs stroking across his cheeks. She would use whatever measures she could to get him to answer, using the spark against him to get him to answer her.

His eyes swam with some sort of emotion she couldn't place. He tried his best to hide it by diverting his gaze but she wasn't having it. She started forward, forcing him backward. He grunted when his back hit the rock wall. She watched his face carefully, memorizing the look of contentment when it came over him.

Peter felt himself tremble when she reached for the ties of his vest. It took her no time to unlace it then remove his belt. The leather fell with a chink due to the metal that held it together. He watched her face as she shoved the leather from his shoulders. He flicked his wrists to get it off his body. She tugged his shirt out of his pants, and he hissed when her cold hands hit the warm skin of his hips.

If he thought her hands were torture, then he didn't understand it quite yet. He lifted his arms to help in the process of getting his shirt off. When he lowered them, her hands spanned his chest. She walked her fingers down his body, her thumbs pausing long enough to flick his nipples. He sucked in a breath as she dipped her head to take one into her mouth.

"You don't know what you're doing," he rasped. He couldn't bring his voice up to its normal octave.

"I know exactly what I'm doing. Now shut up," she said as her hands went lower.

Peter cracked his head against the wall once as he fisted his hands at his side. Dahlia was playing with fire and she knew it. She wasn't going to stop even if he begged. She was learning how to play Peter Pan unlike anyone before her. Wendy had come close to knowing him but he hadn't done this. He hadn't shared his body with anyone, contrary to popular belief.

Shoving his hands behind his back, he closed his eyes as the feeling of her mouth on his skin took over. Last time sex had been involved, he had been the one giving. He hadn't thought about receiving since their first night together. Everywhere she touched, fire leapt high and hot in his blood stream. His head pounded with the heat and his ears rang. His skin buzzed with electricity. He was falling apart.

"Lift your feet," she commanded. Her voice was steady as his would undoubtedly tremble if he spoke.

Unsteadily, he lifted one foot so she could pull his boot off. He repeated the action with the other. His breath rushed from his lungs as her hands made quick work of his pants, shoving them down with her steadily warming hands. Her nails scrapped across his skin, too close to him. He reached for her but she skirted out of reach.

"No," she said.

He groaned and knocked his head back again. When she didn't touch him right away, he looked down at her. She was sitting back on her heels with one elbow on her knee with her chin propped in her hand. She stared up at him with a look he couldn't perceive.

"What would you do if I left you here like this?" She motioned up and down his body with her free hand.

He leaned forward and drew up all the menace he could in his state. "Don't you dare."

She raised an eyebrow at him, a perfect mirror of his. "I don't think you're in any condition to be giving orders here. If I remember correctly, I'm the one still fully clothed." He growled in the back of his throat and a smile spread across her face. "Relax. I'm not going to. It'd be a waste."

Peter was dumbfounded as she held out her hand. He took it and drew her up. She stepped up to him and splayed her hands across his belly. Standing naked in front of her while she wore her clothes on was one of the most erotic things he could think of. She pressed her nose behind his ear, breathing out once. It made him shiver. She followed that up with kisses behind his ear, along the shell, down his jaw and neck.

She stepped away from him and kicked off her boots. Motioning with her head, he moved to his bed. Once he was settled, he watched her undress. It was slow, as if she really didn't care that he was watching. She didn't pay any attention to him as she pulled at the laces under her left arm. Leather flew over her head, followed by her shirt. It took less time than it had him, but that was due to the fact that she didn't have his mouth all over her body as he had had hers.

He raised himself up on his elbows as she sank to her knees over him. He wanted to touch her but he knew she wouldn't allow it. This was her game and she was in charge of the board. If he made one misstep, she would reset it just as he would. That was the bad part of having a girl in Neverland. They were too clever. He was used to being the only clever one in the group so to have someone who could outwit him was exhilarating and nerve wracking at the same time.

She shoved him onto his back and settled on his lower belly. Untying her hair, she let it hang down in waves over her shoulders. The tips touched his shoulders, rubbing enough that it tickled. She smiled at him, warmth in her silver eyes. He wondered when they had changed back. He could have sworn they were gold when he looked at her across the fire.

"You're in control," he said. It really pained him to say those words. He was the one who had complete control of the magic and the island. He wasn't used to being out of control. Giving her free reign of his body made it that much harder.

Dahlia took those words to heart as she stared down at him. He looked so young, younger than the years that were on him. Reaching down, she ran her hands through his hair, feeling the silk of it through her fingers. He turned his head into her hands, opening his eyes to reveal heat and passion.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked.

"Do what you wish," he replied.

"You are never like this. You command and take, play and scheme, devise and calculate. You never give anyone free reign. Why me? Why now when I have you at your weakest? If this is a game, say so now."

"This is not a game. If it were a game, I would have taken what I wanted the moment you walked into this place. You hold all the cards. You can do with me as you wish. Give me pleasure and keep none for yourself. Use me then throw me away. It doesn't matter. It's all up to you."

He was being honest. He didn't care what she did, but he did care if she left him in this state. She could feel what her actions had done. She had excited him, but he wasn't going to use his excitement unless she wanted him to. Yet, he still wasn't saying what he truly wanted.

She gripped him behind his neck and lifted him up. "Tell me what you want."

He looked into her eyes to make sure she understood. "I want you to make love to me." He watched her eyes widen as it sank in. "You choose the pace, the style, and the length."

She sat back, hands resting on his belly. She was tempted to get up and walk away but something in his eyes told her not to. She stretched out along his body, noticing that they fit together. Why she hadn't noticed that before she didn't know but she did now. She felt his heaviness pressing against her belly but it was all right. She was in control of this.

Peter leaned back against his elbows again as he looked down at her. She rested her head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat. One of her hands kept the tempo on his shoulder. He didn't understand what she was doing but he figured it had something to do with what she was thinking/

"Peter," she said.

"Hmmm?"

"Do what you wish."

He reached for her face. When he tilted it up to look her in the eye, she hid nothing from him. She wasn't repeating what he had just said. She was honest. She was giving him something he hadn't thought to ask for before. Pulling his belly to his spine, he tightened his core muscles so he could hold himself up. He took her face in both his hands and pulled her up to him so he could kiss her.

Peter rolled, not breaking the kiss. He pulled her to him, hands spanning her back. Her hands were trapped between them, nails digging into his skin like thorns. He adjusted himself, curling his legs underneath him and pulling her into his lap. Her knees rested on his hips as their feet touched. He trailed his hands up into her hair, freeing her hands to frame his face.

"I can do what I want?" he asked, double checking her mood so he didn't inadvertently piss her off. He had done that once already. There was no point doing it again.

She nodded and his hands went south. She tossed her head back with a silent gasp, and he took advantage of the motion. While his hand set the pace below, he followed it with his mouth on her neck. Her chin caught him on the cheek bone, so he bit into her collar bone. She yelped at the sudden pain and he used his tongue to attempt to ease it.

Dahlia could feel his magic, the magic of Neverland, start to swirl around them. She didn't think Peter understand what was going on. He was lost in her and was losing his tight control on the island. The magic popped on her skin, making little light bubbles and fizzing all over. She had no doubt that he was using his magic to block his sleeping quarters but he was losing control.

"Hey," she said against his temple. His hair was sweaty but he didn't seem to mind. He lifted his head. "Look."

It took a second for him to register her request. When he did, he looked down. He saw the sparkles, light bubbles, and fizz bursting along their skin. He looked a little surprised to have lost control of his magic but a slow smile spread across his face. Removing his hand, he surged upward, catching her by surprise. She slammed her forehead against his at the sudden fullness and felt his laughing breath against her mouth.

"Wolf magic and Neverland magic are combining. You can feel it can't you?" His voice had changed. It wasn't raspy or breathless. This was Peter Pan, master of Neverland and its magic. His hips shot upward. "Werewolf magic is in your blood. Neverland magic is controlled by me. Combined they make this heady combination, perfect for us."

"Trust me, Dahlia," he said as he continued his slow torture. "Trust me like you've never trusted anyone before. See me as who I am. I'm the master of this island, the lord of never ending twilight. I'm the Pied Piper. If I played my pipe, you'd be able to hear it, because our magic has combined."

"How can I trust you when you keep secrets?" she replied, nails digging into his shoulders.

He smiled at the pain, reveling in the fact that she was breaking his skin, drawing blood. She wouldn't hurt anything unless they deserved it. "I keep no secrets from you, wolf master. All you have to do is ask."

"I have asked and yet you refuse to tell me."

He pushed his face against hers. She tried to look down into his face, to keep eye contact, but he was too close so her eyes crossed. He laughed and pressed a kiss to her lips, teeth biting at her lower lip.

He gripped her shoulders and held her into place as he drove into her. Dahlia wrapped her arms around his back, digging into his shoulder blades for anchor. Taking his time had worked for one thing. He had got her talking. He had no doubt that she was able to figure out his schemes, but he always had a backup plan to throw his opponents off.

It was his turn to be thrown off when she threw all her weight against him. He landed on his back with a grunt. She shoved his shoulders down and held him as she sat up. She didn't say anything as she took over the movements. He squeezed his eyes shut at the different sensation. She had tapped into her wolf magic. He could feel it against his skin, like soft fur of a wolf's.

He didn't last long under this new torture. She moved too slowly, dragging every bit of strength from him. He dug his fingers into her thighs as he lost control of his body. She followed soon after. He forced his eyes open so he could look up at her. She tossed her hair over her shoulders as she pulled air into her lungs.

"What's the trick with the prophecy concerning me?" she demanded.

Of course. He smiled when he realized that she had done all of this to get him to talk. She wasn't going to let it go. He rose up on his hands so he could sit up. She shifted lower so she was sitting on his knees. He gripped her hips, thumbs rubbing cricles on her hipbones.

"Do you know why I stay young?" he asked.

"You're immortal. At least that's what Felix says," she replied.

That shocked him. "You talk to Felix?"

"Nope. I heard him telling Henry."

He laughed. Of course she would. She and the boy were glued to the hip when she was around. "I stay young because I have never loved. Of course I love the Lost Boys due to the fact that I take care of them, but I have never been in love. If I fall in love, I lose the magic of Neverland. This place is a place where those who feel unloved go, those who feel abandoned. There are other ways to kill me but that is the one everyone fears. That's why girls aren't allowed in Neverland."

"I thought you said girls weren't allowed because they are too clever."

"They are too clever. They are clever enough to make any man fall in love with them. Take Captain Hook for example. He fell in love with a woman and she died. Love means pain, horrendous pain that makes one useless."

"So if you fall in love?"

He shrugged. "I'll age."