Anna had fallen asleep as soon as they made camp, half from exhaustion, half her descent from consciousness. Pan had decided to take the opportunity to talk to Henry, make him feel at home...
It was his heart that Pan needed, not Anna's at all. But he had made considerable headway with the girl and although he didn't need her anymore, he was sure she could come in handy with a bit of tweaking.
Now Pan returned to her, just to see her waking up. She wouldn't look at him and instead drew her knees up to her chest and began to shake.
"Up again? My, my, you are a restless sleeper," Pan quipped, turning to leave again, he had important things to discuss with Felix.
"Peter!" Anna cried out, flinging herself across the bed and latching onto his leg, she dug her fingers in and hugged tightly, "Not again! Please not again,"
Pan raised an eyebrow, a sob was caught in Anna's throat. He bent down to her level and she scrambled further up him, laying her head on his knees as he crouched before her.
Pan would be denying himself if he said he didn't feel what she was feeling, he felt like he had to be close to her just as she had to be close to him.
Magic always comes at a price.
"You shouldn't have tried to run," He muttered, hoping he hadn't broken his toy too early, she was far to fun to play with, "You told me you wanted to save Neverland,"
Pan tried to move away but Anna kept fighting for him and he was mesmerized at her perseverance.
"Please, please Peter," He noticed she was crying, "I have to be close to you,"
Pan watched her closely and brought her head up with his hand wrapped in her dark hair.
Anna would be denying herself if she said she didn't want to be Pan's captive at that point, she didn't want him to ever leave her.
Magic always comes at a price.
Pan pulled her to his mouth by her hair, crushing her mouth into his. He moved his rough hands down to her shoulders, feeling the porcelain pushing through, tracing across the prominent span of her collar bones.
Anna yanked at his shirt, desperately pleading to be close to him as he kissed her hard and angry.
His hands came to rest at her hips, excited fingers dug into her soft skin and wrapped around the small of her back, kneading her pale flesh.
They exchanged short, biting kisses with a sense of crushing urgency. Eyes closed and hands feverish. Pan moved a hand over her slight stomach and pushed down, hard.
Anna fell backwards willingly, splayed across the bedroll like a rag doll, knees parted.
Pan paced himself, swallowing hard at the sight of her waiting for him. Her long legs bare, dress crawling up by her thigh and the tiniest hint of her black underwear between her knees.
He did not collapse on top of her, or rip her dress, he simply looked at her wide doe eyes and grinned deviously.
This was different from before, there was a passionate neediness that was hers, not a spell. She wanted him to be as close to her possible, she wanted that violation and Pan would show no mercy.
He straddled Anna's waiting body, making sure to hover over her so he didn't crush the bird beneath him. He gathered up her hands by the wrist and pulled her towards her. Anna's back rose from the bed and suddenly she was chest to chest with Pan, her hands bound in front of her. With one hand clamping her wrists together, Pan moved the hair from her face.
The knuckles of her hands were speckled white with scars and the dips between them were a pale red, they looked sore. So did her lips, they were a kind of frosty pink, plump, blood settling under the surface from their kisses. She was not pretty, Pan realized. She was interesting and there was something creeping around under her translucent skin that told him there was something much more sexy about her than her looks.
"Safe words mean nothing here," He growled lowly in her ear before biting down on her shoulder.
Anna gasped out and winced in pain as Pan laid her down again, this time following her. He kissed at the wound, sucking gently on the curvature of her delicate shoulders. He released her hands and immediately they were tangled in his shirt, pulling him close to her body.
Pan rested his hand at her throat, feeling her neck under his palm, he could crush it so easily. Pan captured her earlobe between his teeth and his smile melted into a chuckle as she moaned out.
As he moved back to her swollen lips, he added slight pressure to her throat, suffocating almost. At first she whimpered in fear but when Pan bit her lip hard enough to draw a bead of blood she shouted out in a gasp of pleasure, back arching up into him.
Anna could feel Pan pulsing and hard against her stomach and she wondered what she had done to prompt such a reaction, she felt a warmth stirring in her core before all of her thoughts melted away.
Pan seemed possessed as he ripped away from her, sitting backwards to admire the writhing mess beneath him.
"You want to be close to me Anna?" Pan grinned, teeth like a shark's, he grabbed her hips and hauled her towards him.
Suddenly, he flipped her over, her face suddenly ground down into the pillow, muffling her surprised shout.
"I'm not a very well behaved young man," He whispered, molding to the shape of her body to reach her ear, "And I get what I want,"
His hand slid down to the hem of her dress and with a white knuckled fist, he tore it upwards.
Anna felt a cold wisp of air grace her back and the tops of her thighs, her breathing increased.
Pan was trying to keep his cool but Anna could feel the heat radiating from him, consuming her as he ran a thumb down the back of her neck.
His index finger traced along the dents in her spine, following the graceful slope of her back further and further down. He laid a hand over her warmth, feeling the dampness of her black underwear. Anna squirmed beneath him and drew herself up as he offered up two firm strokes of her entrance.
Pan used his other hand to prevent her from turning over. He toyed with the waistband of her panties before tearing them down her legs and off completely.
"How's this for close?" He smiled coolly at her desperate, pleasure filled cries.
Pan balled a hand in her wild hair and pulled her up to balance on her hands and knees.
He glared at the sweet, curvaceous body that was under his command, day and night. Pan positioned himself at her rear and grasped her hips, hoisting her backwards to meet him, the material of her dress hanging down so that only the slight silhouette of her arse was visible.
Anna trembled slightly with anticipation, staring down at her hands as she heard Pan undo his belt, muttering away to himself as his hands teased her.
She stiffened at the sound of his belt discarded and her heart felt like it was stopping.
There was a cold palm laid flat on the small of her back.
Then, violently, he thrust into her.
When they were both finished, her arms refused to support her and with a final, wanton moan, she collapsed. There was a pleasant burn glowing inside her and she shivered with the delicious bruising.
Pan didn't stay, he didn't speak. He licked his teeth and with a sense of achievement redid his belt.
Anna heard the clang of his boots as he went to step away. Her stomach fluttered uncomfortably and she knew she would have to deal with the restless, dull pain of his absence if he left.
"Please don't leave," Anna pleaded into the pillow, it was pointless to resist Pan now. If she did, she could die. The most she could do was try and make it hard for him to resist her too, "It kills me when you go,"
Pan knew she meant literally, but he stiffened non the less because it got to him.
He shook his head, trying to flick away the thought, he didn't need her anymore!
As Anna's heart began to calm and her eyes fluttered closed, she didn't notice Pan adjust himself and stand over her.
He didn't come and sit by her, his heart was still thudding frantically inside his chest from their rendezvous and he swallowed against the lump in his throat, a smile flickering across his lips when he saw Anna tremble and fold into the fetal position, not daring to look him.
Peter Pan didn't sleep that night, he didn't need to. Nor did anyone come to find him.
His mind worked overtime in the darkness, waiting for the sun to rise and his perspective to clear. For something to take this uneasiness away from him.
He sat in the cold, blue light, watching Anna sleep. Watching the slow and purposeful rise and fall of her chest. Watching the silhouette of her lying on her side, the steady climb of her shoulder that fell into the plane of her fragile arms. Watching the crest and trough of her rib cage and breasts that sloped down to her narrow waist, crawling into the curve of her attractive, large hips and finally watching the long stretch of her legs tangled in each other, amazed that a girl so short could have such beautifully slender legs.
Pan watched her subtly parted lips expel air, the fitful impression that he had seen her wear so many times before had eased away and instead there was a virginal look of innocence relaxing on her creamy complexion, turned gray in the dark.
Pan was on the edge.
The sun began to rise and the bleeding rays drifted towards the two, slipping over everything easily and bathing them in a wash of cold, white morning.
Pan watched Anna breathing, and the sunrise on her skin.
He wanted to touch her, but he did not dare in case he ruined the perfect, golden mirage resting next to him.
I'll just apologize for the failed attempt at smut/sex down here.
The end of this chapter is probably one of my favorite things I've written that's romantic hehe, let me know if you like it :)
If you have any questions as to why Anna likes Pan or visa versa I'll try make them a bit clearer but the general gist of it is hidden in the subtext if you look closely.
Thank you all in advance!