Ok I know it's been a while sorry guys. I've just been going through a lot with the holiday and all. Anyway on with the story.
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I woke up the next morning with an arm wrapped around my waist, squeezing me against a warm body. Oh wait...he made me sleep in his tent...

I turned my head and saw Peter's face sleeping peacefully, it's funny, he almost looks like an angel while he sleeps, and yet he is the cruelest boy ever known. I just sighed in relief glad to see mine and his clothes were still on. Nothing happened last night at least...though a part of me may still want it t-

Gods no! Why am I even thinking of him that way! I shook the thoughts out of my head and tried to shift a bit to get out of the bed. It was no use, he only let out a small sigh in his sleep and wrapped the arm around my waist tighter, almost like he didn't want to let go of me. I tried to wiggle a bit, that didn't work either. After a few more attempts at escaping from his grasp I finally just sighed and layed there.

Finally I got an idea, I squirmed and wriggled until I turned towards him so we were face to face. I leaned forward, closed my eyes, and pressed my lips to his, kissing him softly. I heard him moan and knew he was awake as I felt his tongue lick my bottom lip asking for entrance. I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth a little, pretty soon his grasp had given up, him becoming distracted by his new task witch apparently was to touch me all over, gripping my sides and thighs. I felt one of his hands go to my thigh and softly sighed into his mouth. Despite the fact that I hated him I was really enjoying this. I rolled over so I was on top of him, straddling his waist as I still kissed him, our tongues fighting for dominance. I felt his hands slowly slide down to my rear. He gave it a tight squeeze and I shuddered into his touch, beginning to hate myself for liking this, for wanting more of his touch.

We had gotten so carried away that we must have lost track of time. My lips trailed down his jaw, kissing and biting the skin, leaving marks. I grew even more excited as I saw them form on his skin. Suddenly it dawned on me...I still did want him...I wanted him to be mine, and for me to be his. I wanted to own him, and him to own me in return, I wanted to be by his side forever and for him to be by mine.

These thoughts only made the feelings coursing through my body grow stronger, pretty soon I was running my hands through his hair, kissing him even more intensely. He kissed me back with the same amount of passion and intensity, soon grinding my hips against his slowly, his hands still squeezing my rear.

"Pan I-oh"

I jumped off of him and stood up trying to brush my hair back in to place. I looked at Felix standing there in the tent. Oh gods...

"What is it Felix!" Peter hissed. Felix smirked "The boy seems to be needing more persuasion, he wants to talk to her". I looked at Felix, knowing he was talking about the truest believer "Why would he want to talk to me?"

"He saw you come in last night, it was hard for anyone not to notice how you and Peter came in here"

"Want to say that again Felix?" I looked behind me at Peter who was getting up from the bed, he had that look in his eyes that could terrify even the most grown of men. He stood next to me "I suggest you go now" he hissed at Felix. Felix gave a small nod and walked out of the tent.

"Thanks" I said and looked at Peter when we were alone. Peter smiled at me and reached to brush a strand of my thick brown curly hair behind my ear. "I should be thanking you, that was a rather pleasant way to wake up"

I rolled my eyes "It was only to get you to stop from suffocating me, gods I didn't even know you could hold me so tight" I rubbed my sides. He smirked and suddenly went behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and leaning his head on my shoulder "Sorry, I can't help it. I've missed you". I was about to yell at him, tell him to take his arms off me but I didn't because...it sounded like there was real genuine sadness in his voice. I turned my head to look at him and his eyes met mine. What was even stranger was...I saw a genuine hint of sadness in those blue green eyes.

Before I knew it I was leaning my face towards his. I pressed my lips to his softly again before pulling away.

"I um...have to got talk to the...the boy" I muttered and slid his arms off my waist.

"Do you know which one he is?" Peter asked me as I walked towards the exit of the tent.

I smirked and turned to look at him "Of course, what kind of great grandmother would I be if I forgot what my great grandson looks like" I chuckled before waling out of the tent.

OH SNAP! Yeah I know, I'm bad I'm illin, whas up! Anyway that's the end of this chapter, can't wait till next. Bye my lovelies!