"We have five."

"Only five?"

"Yeah, should we build another?"

Jean gave Toodles a look; he turned on his heel to lead the boys into making a sixth hut. Twenty-two boys were just too many for only five huts, the lot of them talking loudly and getting on each other's nerves. With six, that would be enough room for all of them to have their own space without being crowded.

"We need stronger wood," said Cricket.

"Pixie Woods," suggested Tock.

They set forth to gather strong wood from there, and took a few more boys with them in any case a hungry bear lurked in there somewhere. Jean reminded them that they would be having Game Night tonight. The boys roared methodically and whooped happily, high fiving each other; Jean looked after them, her hands busy with patching up Kibbles' shirt, which had torn when he'd wandered too far from camp and had a small run in with the dreamshade thorns; luckily, his shirt had received the bite.

Meanwhile, the rest of the gang were tying swinging ropes to trees, creating another camp fire, juggling apples and sweet tarts, or arguing about who the better hunter was, and who could make the most jokes, and who was the loudest when it came to belching.

Kibbles remained still, standing in front of Jean per the queen's request but occasionally, he would tug away, lured in by the gaggle of laughter and chaos brought on by the boys in front of them. Jean tugged him back slightly, her tone bringing him back to obedience. As she finished, Jean held out the string of his shirt and then bit it. Kibbles leapt away immediately, running over to join the boys who were in the middle of a contest that would determine who could juggle the most apples.

Jean felt a pair of hands touch her arms then move up her shoulders, a touch too familiar that it could only be Peter Pan for no one else dared touch her in the same fashion. She didn't look back, only pretended that she didn't feel his fingers along the nape of her neck and then shortly replaced by his lips as he ever so lightly made their contact along her skin. So lightly that Jean wasn't even certain he had.

Jean felt like playing hard-to-get, and played hard she did for when she saw his hands move from her shoulders to her waist, Jean smirked and stood to her feet, walking away to 'fetch' more firewood. She glanced behind her to see Pan looking after her, a sheepish grin fixed on his face for he knew Jean was playing with him.

There was the slightest blush of her cheeks and the way her eyes dilated with lust and love whenever she even so much as felt his presence...and, boy, did she do the same thing to him.

Jean moved throughout the forest, actually picking up firewood. Playing hard-to-get could actually turn into a real chore, she thought as she picked up a scrap of the timber, cradling it in her arms. As she came lumbering back, she threw the small logs onto the roaring camp fire, chuckling when she saw Pan on the ground, legs crossed at the ankle, his arms stretched out on the largest branch of a tree possible while he watched her. That relaxed disposition, that simple way he sat practically taunted her.

Jean moved towards him, her body standing before him and he slowly looked at her, his eyes staring at her pretty tanned legs and up her body until he met her eyes. The fire behind Jean would have left a shadow on Pan, had it not been for the fact her own had gone on vacation. She smirked when Pan's smug smile was replaced by a slightly less dominant one, a more submissive exchange.

Jean watched him carefully, those dark green eyes of his admiring her. Something in them lit up like a flame as he slowly rose to his knees, and that smile was back. It was knowing, and almost expectant.

She recognized that look.

"What are you contemplating?" Jean questioned lowly, her voice almost drowned out by the loud, whooping bellows further from the campfire of boys having a damn good time at throwing apples at one another.

Pan took her hands in his, the tips of his thumbs grazed over the back of her knuckles, then he stood wordlessly to his feet. He gently pulled her to him, and Jean bit her lip curiously when Pan guided her to a boulder that normally served to be his throne.

A throne fit for a boy who never grew up, and was the king of Neverland. Guided by his hand, Jean slowly sat on the throne, exhaling a small breath of a laugh when he stood on his knees in front of her. Jean knew he had something in mind, something different, and the suspense of just not KNOWING what that was made Jean a little giddy.

Pan was unpredictable. She loved him this way.

"What are you...Hm..." Jean began but the moment she had started to ask her pending question, Pan interrupted it with a kiss.

It was different than what Jean was accustomed to. It wasn't hard, or rough, or the slightest bit hungry. It was quite the opposite. Soft. Gentle...smooth, his lips on hers slowly deepening the kiss when his tongue licked her lower lip. Asking for an invitation. Asking...for *her* permission.

Not that he needed it.

While one side of Jean's brain turned gears about the kiss, the other half became quite entranced as Pan's hands held the outside of her thighs, his fingertips placing pressure as he moved them down her skirt.

He suddenly grabbed her knees, making Jean jump and giggle slightly, but immediately pulled her back into another slow, tantalizingly soft kiss.

It was so different. Jean didn't complain; she liked it almost as much as the rough, hungry, passion kiss fights they had in the past, but the 'why now' seemed to be the more important question. Although that might come later as Jean felt the desire that had started in her belly become twisted in knots and find its way down to the center of her deepest core.

The kissing didn't stop, and Jean felt her mind jumping from one hot steaming scenario to another wild roller coaster, thinking of all the things they could do, have done, and possibly would do in the nearest future. Her heart raced and pumped erratically when Pan moved his hands back up her thighs, but this time, they were under her skirt. Jean startled when he grabbed her innermost thighs just as he had done with her knees.

"Why do you keep doing that!" Jean exclaimed, feeling both on edge and aroused simultaneously.

"I like your reaction," Pan returned. That familiar smirk was on his face.

"It's hard to relax when I think you're going to do that again," Jean pointed out.

He leaned into her, their faces close enough to touch, their lips in distance to kiss and Jean felt the magnetism of it drawing her in again. Pan smirked at her when he saw Jean's eyes glimpse his mouth with the image of it.

"Maybe what I want is for you not to relax," Pan told her.

As before, he grabbed her thighs again, and Jean jumped; she hissed, pushing away.

"You're unbearable," Jean mewed.

"And you're playing hard-to-get," Pan returned knowingly.

Jean rolled her eyes, looking away from him and at the children who were now going back and forth with the game of 'would you rather'.

Pan remained in front of her, still sitting on his knees. He smiled when Jean glanced at him, her arms crossed in a huff.

"What?" Jean questioned.

"You know you are really adorable when you try to look angry," Pan noted.

"I'm not angry."

"I can tell."

"Did you want me to be angry?" asked Jean.

Pan shrugged, indifferent to the fact. He straightened, his smile returning as he got to his feet; Jean looked up at him, her eyes meeting his.

Jean smirked. She made a gesture for him to come closer, and he did. Jean lifted her hands to his belt, and Pan's eyebrows raised inquisitively when she began undoing his belt, and lowering his pants just enough where Jean moved forward and with his erection out and about, she took all of him into her mouth.

Shocked but ultimately pleased, Pan hadn't completely kept his bearing; he let out an involuntary moan, and the act nearly left him breathless. He inhaled sharply when she had started sucking gently, her tongue moving around his cock like a little girl savoring a cherry lollipop.

Jean was just as unpredictable.

And he loved her that way.

"You're awfully enthusiastic," Pan mumbled in a tone that was a mixture of amusement, satisfaction, and fundamental happiness.

Their public display of affection had definitely skipped several levels. Pan glanced across the camp, noting that the boys had transitioned from the playing of apple juggling to daggers. Pan lowered his gaze to Jean, who had begun deep throating his cock; to gain an easier leverage, Jean dropped from the throne and now stood on her knees; her hands clenched Pan's hips.

Jean could bring Pan all the way to the brink of insanity at the level of determination she had for making him come. What she loved most about it was not just feeling his hands entangling in her hair as they did now, but hearing the sounds and moans that encouraged her further.

That was her motivation. To please her King.

"Keep going, baby," Pan panted.

Jean could hear his voice straining; she glanced up to see his lips parted in what could only be described as pure elation; his eyes were closed, and every part of him grew tense.

She knew what he wanted. She knew what he needed. Jean softly moaned, the smallest sound creating vibrations from the walls of her mouth to the thrusting cock down her throat. Jean inwardly smirked when she felt her hair being pulled even harder as Pan clenched his fingers into fists.

Then Jean stopped. She backed off, and then Pan stared at her, perplexed and honestly, more annoyed than ever. Jean licked her lips and smirked.

"Why the hell..." Pan began.

Jean smirked wickedly, saying, "I just like seeing your reaction."

Hearing his words sheepishly repeated towards him, Pan glared at her. Then the tables changed.

He caught her wrist, pulling her to him. Pan moved his hand in one gesture above them and a poof of dark red smoke surrounded them; Jean lost her bearing and she fell, but instead, she landed on something soft...their bed.

Pan had just poofed them in the treehouse.

Lying on her stomach, Jean rolled onto her back, just in time to see Pan advance towards her; she grinned darkly, seeing his tense and heated expression on his face.

"Not so fun, is it?" Jean taunted.

"Jean."

"Peter." Jean returned, grinning again when she saw him look most annoyed.

Pan growled; he tackled her, so her back hit the bed promptly, and she felt her dress being ripped off her body. Her smugness slackened when Jean watched him get on the bed, sitting on his knees as he quickly pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it behind him. Jean smirked when he did the same with everything else until he was completely naked before her.

He spared no time to move her underwear down her legs. He moved in between, roughly separating her thighs.

"What if i say 'no'," Jean challenged.

Pan smirked, saying, "We both know you won't."

As a point, he pressed the tip of his cock against the swollen, pink flesh of her pussy, and the moment he did, Jean unwilingly let out a whimper when desire tugged at her.

Jean sat up, and persuaded Pan with the same kind of soft gentle, unnaturally slow, kiss that he had played on her. The kiss lingered, and Jean could feel him wanting to kiss her back.

Instead, Pan simply looked at her. She could play his game. And win. just when he thought he had the victory in hand, Jean was able to slide it out of the palm of his hand within seconds.

God, how he loved her.

She leaned towards him to capture him in another kiss, but he leaned back, smirking at her when Jean looked at him reproachfully.

She nuzzled his neck with her nose like a kitten buttering up its owner.

Jean whispered, "You can play hard-to-get all you want, your Highness, but we both know how this will end."

Sitting up, Jean smiled at him innocently. But behind that sweet face, Pan knew was a titillating, deviant little girl who could persuade him to do anything she wished. A bad little girl.

"What if I needed more persuasion?" Pan returned lowly, his voice hoarse.

"I could provide you with the right motivation," Jean returned.

She kissed him again, leading him into another slow dance of tongues that transfixed him; Pan could be so distracted though. He felt one of Jean's hands stroking his cock, which hardened even more when he saw Jean's other hand on her sex, playing with herself.

Jean and Pan didn't stop their little game even when they heard Kibbles scream "PAAAAAAAN! TOCk Stabbed MEEEEE"

Pan sighed, annoyed; sometimes the lost boys could be a real downside to Neverland.

"Ignore them." Jean dismissed. She pushed Pan on his back, and he smirked as she mounted him.

Her body aligned with his as she lowered herself onto him; Jean licked his cheek in her own territorial way, and nibbled his ear lobe; she whispered in such a low, sultry voice that made Pan's skin tingle: "You can be a father to them another time; right now, you're *my* daddy."

Pan met her hungry kiss with equal passion and fervor, both responding with a groan of sexual frustration but equal amounts of pleasure at the suspense. Getting there was half the fun, and the two of them knew it.

Her hands pulled on the back of his hair, tilting his head back. Jean kissed his throat and he let out a strained moan when her lower body began grinding against his fully erect member. The heat of her pussy beckoned to him, and her slick opening was a tease.

"MOOOOM!"

The kids were starting to get rambunctious. After all, Pan and Jean had promised them Game Night.

"Jean..."

"Hush." Jean commanded.

Pan heard the order, and he looked impressed, which then dissolved into pleasure when she slid herself down his body; Jean kissed his chest, his stomach, leaving a trail of wet fire down his body; Pan moaned when he felt her mouth enclose around his cock again.

"Don't stop this time." Pan told her; while he had intended it to sound just as commanding, it came out more as a plea than a demand.

She met his eyes. The entire time. Jean held him down when things started getting heated between the two of them, her hands pushing his chest back down as he started to tense inside her mouth. Her fingernails grazed down his stomach, barely leaving any scratches but leaving Pan wishing she had.

"PAAAAAAN!"

"MOOOOOM!"

Jean rolled her eyes at the same moment Pan had.

"Get up here," Pan growled, snatching Jean's shoulders and moving her off him.

Jean grinned when he turned her on her back, and without needing an introduction, Pan shoved himself inside of her. They both moaned in thanks for his immediate action, and just as her body adjusted to him, his thrusts evolved from mechanically slow to those of a faster rhythm and depth.

"Harder," Jean begged, "I want all of you."

Pan pulled out of Jean, then in one motion had her lie on her stomach. Lifting her hips, Pan then thrusted inside her tight, swollen pussy, the heat surrounding him completely and her body contracting against him with his entry.

"Damn it, Jean..." Pan muttered. Sometimes Jean impressed him without ever meaning to.

Jean stood on her hands and knees as Pan moved in and out of her, doing just as she had requested; he went hard. He was rough. And ruthless. He held nothing back.

And Jean liked it that way.

Pan then took a handful of her hair and yanked it back; Jean's entire body moved back so she now stood on her knees, slighted at an angle so he was still permitted to thrust inside of her.

Jean's moans were constant, and varied upon volume. Pan placed one hand along her neck, his fingers aligned with her throat and his thumb along her jaw as he tilted her head back to hear her praise more clearly; the back of her head rested on his shoulder. The other moved to her sex, his middle finger circling her clit slowly then quickly, varying the speed on the rate of Jean's vocal response.

Her body shook against him as she came hard and strong, the tide of orgasms made her body tremble and ripple moans from her lips.

"Come inside me," Jean begged shakily.

Pan held her hip and his hand around her throat tightened; he smirked when she appeared most pleased, that twisted smile of hers widening.

"When I do," Pan grunted, "You're going to come again."

Jean uttered, "Is that a fact...?"

Pan bit her neck, hard enough that it made her both whimper in pain but to Jean's most twisted sexual pleasure, it made her smile.

Pan then thrusted inside of her so hard that Jean did as he said; just as he relinquished his release, Jean experienced her own. She fell on her stomach, her body responding to the intense orgasm; Pan lowered himself onto her, experiecing his own.

In their heap of moans, Pan's hand laid on top of jean's, and their fingers interlaced as they felt the intensity slowly fade, and the two could finally breathe a sigh of deep relaxation; panting, sweaty, but very relaxed.

Groaning quietly, Jean rolled on her back, smiling at Pan. He smiled at her too. Then he grabbed her knee again and made Jean jump.

"What the fuck, Peter!"

Pan chuckled tiredly, still very much amused by her reaction. Jean shook her head, but smiled when he licked her cheek as she'd done to him countless times. Then they kissed just as gently and passionately as they had kissed before which turned into another fiesty battle in her mouth.

And Pan liked it that way.

"MOOOOM! MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"

Jean sighed tiredly.

"I better go." Jean mumbled.

She didnt move.

Pan chuckled.

Jean started getting dressed, muttering, "I don't want to adult tonight."

Pan smirked, dressing as well. He took her hand, pulling her to him; she wrapped her arms around his neck, and he kissed her forehead.

"Let's get this Game Night out of the way, then it can be just the two of us tonight." Pan told her. "Alright?"

"Fine," Jean complied.

She smiled when his hands on her lower back dropped below to grope her butt.

"That's my girl," Pan drawled

Jean beamed.