A/N: So here it is, the next chapter! I apologise for the wait, it takes time to write. I was thinking about a ship name for these two, and I came across Panjava. I know Will doesn't have a daemon yet, but I honestly couldn't find anything else. I am aiming to finish this fic before the next episode comes out on Sunday. I think one more chapter will do. As always, please let me know what you think, and I hope you enjoy!

Lyra stood in the kitchen, rooted to the spot, without the slightest idea of what to think.

"Well that was anticlimactic." Pan offered, voicing one of her many thoughts. He was a robin, and quickly flew to Lyra, whether to comfort her or to kick some sense into her neither of them knew.

"What do you mean, anticlimactic?" Lyra snapped.

"Well he was about to kiss you and then he ran away." Pan replied stating the obvious.

"He was not about to kiss me!" Lyra cried indignantly, blushing as red a tomato. "Plus, he doesn't like me, h-he thinks I'm irresponsible!"

"Then how do you plan to explain why he was leaning in." He retorted, now a raven.

"H-he was trying to intimidate me. I told you, he doesn't like me, and I don't like him!"

"As if." Pan snorted. Now a fox. Then he turned into a beaver. Then he turned into a peacock. Then he turned into a cat. Then he turned into a wasp. Then he turned into a butterfly. Then he turned into a sloth. Then he turned into a-

"Will you stop changing form!"

"Only if you admit the truth." Pan teased.

"What truth?!" Lyra snapped. "Look, Will was right, it's getting dark, we better get to bed." Lyra said firmly. Pan knew he should protest but Lyra was being unusually stubborn about this. She stormed out of the room, annoyance etched in her features.

Little did she know that Will had listened to the entire conversation from above. He blushed at Pan's brashness, but as the conversation went on, he felt more disheartened than usual. What was he expecting, Lyra to reciprocate his feelings? Feelings, since when did he have feelings? He felt utterly confused, exhausted and glum. He lumbered into bed and fell into a restless sleep very quickly.

Lyra was having similar sentiments when it came to Will. She couldn't lie that the intensity with which Will had looked at her had given her chest this funny feeling, and she had enjoyed that funny feeling. And she could very clearly remember how her breath had hitched when he leant in. Of course she had been mad at him, but now she knew that she wouldn't be happy until she had apologised for some of her thoughtless remarks. And he had been so kind, so understanding, yet she had still accused him of many things that were wholly unfounded. She found herself shivering, odd considering the warm weather. She closed her eyes and tried to remember Will's warm embrace. She smiled and fell asleep.

Lyra woke up with a jolt. It was the same old nightmare again, except Will was in it too. Roger's dead body lying limp in her arms, Asriel laughing at her. Will was stood behind her, and he kept on repeating that it was all her fault because she didn't take life seriously. She didn't want to think about it. It felt even more cold now, and her head ached. The sky was still dark. It must have been very early in the morning. Lyra pulled the blanket over herself and tried to get to sleep again. But after thirty minutes of tossing and turning, she decided that any attempt to sleep was futile.

Lyra got out of bed, Pan lazily walking at her side, a lemur. She clambered down the stairs, and stopped on the second floor. Lyra's eyes were drawn to the double bed, where Will was sleeping. Her legs moved of their own accord, and soon she found herself sitting on his bedside. She studied his face. His eyes were closed in blissful peace and the expression on his face immediately calmed Lyra down. He looked much younger in his sleep, and Lyra had to admit, very handsome. Maybe it was because he wasn't so burdened by the many responsibilities he had right now. Her fingers unconsciously traced his jawline, and she blushed as soon as she realised what her hands were doing.

Lyra shivered once again, her throat was starting to feel sore now as well. She longingly eyed Will's warm bed. She hadn't the slightest inclination to walk back up to her bed, and a heavy sleepiness was taking hold of her. She got under the blanket and snuggled closer to the comforting heat not caring about the fact that in the process she would be subjecting herself to extreme embarrassment the next morning. Pan burrowed himself into the crook of her neck, almost, if not very slightly touching Will. Almost as if sensing her presence, Will gravitated towards her and draped his arm over her body. Lyra fell into a very deep sleep.

Will's eyes gradually managed to unstick themselves. He had a pleasant night, and a really good sleep, especially considering the events of last night. He felt a nice heavy weight on his arm and rolled over to see that none other than Lyra Silvertounge and Pan were sleeping next to him. He blushed profusely, and realised that both of their limbs were tangled quite intimately. She was still asleep, snoring away in his arms, and the image that she made made the corners of his mouth twitch up, half in amusement, half in adoration.

Lyra's eyes were firmly shut, her eyebrows raised and her mouth hanging open. Her dark curls were out and all over the place, and as Will observed to his amusement, some of her hair was in her mouth. Her arms were strewn at awkward angles, and she was wearing two jumpers, in this weather as well! She hadn't made any effort to change from the clothes she was wearing last night. Yet despite all of this, Will still found her pretty, possibly even more now. He chuckled and shook his head. He knew he was truly going mad.

He tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and whispered, "Lyra, please wake up. I can't move, you're practically on top of me."

"Go away Roger!" she mumbled incoherently, "I want to sleep."

Will, even more diverted, leant in and whispered to her ear, "I'm not Roger I'm Will."

Her eyes flew open at once and her whole body stiffened in a way that was so hilarious, that Will burst out laughing.

"Will!" Lyra exclaimed, confused, embarrassed and secretly delighted. "Y-y-you're not a pillow?"

This sent Will into a further fit of laughter. Lyra gradually remembered what had happened last night, and she buried her face into her hands in absolute mortification. "It was all Pan's stupid idea!" she groaned.

"Was not! Who was the one shivering and down with a headache. Plus I very clearly remember that it was you fondly remembering Will's warm embrace."

"Pan!" Lyra bawled, trying to hit the agile wasp with her pillow (the actual pillow, not Will.)

"You hurt me, you hurt yourself." Pan unhelpfully reminded.

Will watched the whole exchange with amusement. Lyra's embarrassment and Pan's jocular mood did make for a diverting contrast. But a funny tingly feeling tickled his chest as well. Pan had all but confirmed that Lyra reciprocated some sort of feeling to him. He grinned widely, realising in what a good mood he was. And suddenly a very mischievous idea came into his head, a stubborn smirk characterising his countenance.

"What is it, why are you smirking like that?" Lyra asked, already annoyed and exasperated.

"Hmmmmm... no reason." He repied, feigning innocence.

"Come on Will, just-"

Lyra couldn't get to the end of her sentence because had just dove down and started tickling her in earnest.

"W-will!" Lyra shouted, doubling over with laughter. Pan had scrunched up into a violently shaking ball. Lyra punched and kicked and after a while Will had to surrender.

"William Parry!" Lyra cried in a berating tone. "You will pay for this!"

"I'm not ticklish." Will teased with a self satisfied smirk that Lyra so desperately wanted to wipe of his face.

"I-HATE-YOU!" She said pronouncing each word carefully. This only served to make Will even more smug.

Lyra knew she needed some sort of revenge. A prank maybe... but no, she needed something more saucy. Suddenly a very mischievous idea popped into her head. What if? The idea certainly seemed daring, a bit too daring for her liking. But she had to have a good revenge. Without giving him any warning, Lyra threw herself at him and her lips crashed onto his. The actual kiss probably lasted about 2 seconds, but to both of them, it felt like an eternity. Lyra pulled apart, her skin flushed. Her face was inches away from Will, and they had rolled over so that she was on top of him. Will couldn't say any thing. His instinct (and hers as well) was to pull her in for another kiss. But both were too scared. They were on unsteady ground which wasn't ready to be trodden on yet. Lyra slowly untangled herself from Will and got out of the bed.

"Ummm... you know what, I'll go and cook a omelette." She said shakily. Will opened his mouth to protest, but Lyra cut him off. "You don't have to bother yourself!" She quickly walked out of the room.

"Remember not to put in any eggshells!" Will shouted half heartedly, before closing his eyes and reliving the morning.