AN: I wasn't going to post this till Sunday, but it's my birthday today and I'm feeling particularly generous, so here it goes! Enjoy 3

PanGirl99

Peter grabbed my chin and lifted my head so my gaze met his. His eyes focused on mine and his smile showed his crooked teeth. "Let's get you out of it, shall we?"

I could feel my heart begin to race as his hand snaked up under my nightgown and up my thigh.

"Peter," I couldn't let him take advantage of me like this. He regarded me from under a raised eyebrow. I put my hand over his and pushed it back down my leg. "I don't want this. Not with you."

Peter looked taken aback by this. "I'm sorry," His confidence almost faltered for a moment. "What did you just say?" his grasp was on my chin again holding me steady. "I thought you were 'interested in me'" his assertive self was back.

I wasn't quite sure what to say. I had intended on knocking his poise long enough to get away, but that didn't seem like an option anymore. His head tilted to the side as he leaned in closer, his breath passed over my face.

"Peter, I thought I made it quite clear tha-" I was cut off when I felt his lips crash against mine, his tongue penetrating my mouth and exploring the moist cavern.

I leaned in towards his kiss so our foreheads met and rested against each other, our eyelashes brushing together. He tasted sweet and wholesome, and his tongue beckoned me closer. I couldn't resist him.

He bit down on my lip, making me release, the taste of blood pooling in my mouth. But that didn't distract me from the sensation of Peter's soft lips, drifting down my neck.

When he reached my chest, his teeth ran across the soft round flesh, my shallow breathing making my breasts heave under his mouth. He glanced up at me, a drop of my blood on the corner of his mouth. He returned his gaze south as he bit down on my chest; he bit with such force, that is caused me to thrust my head back, a small whimper escaping my lips.

He laughed a soft chuckle against my skin. He had me right where he wanted and I knew it, but his touch was too good to resist.

Again, he slipped up under my night gown, this time, using both his hands, the left hand grasping me from the behind and the right hand sliding up in front, slowly, but surely. As he reaches my underwear, he sighs against my skin and pulls away to look me in the eyes.

"We can't have this, now, can we?" he glanced up at me momentarily, his smirk inviting, yet threatening. Leisurely, he toyed with the fabric of my undergarments, so as to slip them farther and farther down my on its own, allowing my underwear to pool at my ankles.

"Better?" His eyes glowing with accomplishment, before returning his face to its position against my breasts.

"Much." I sighed into his tousled hair. With his left hand, he used his fore and middle finger to pry me open, and with his right hand, he slipped those same two fingers inside my opening and began to caress me from by means of a come hither motion from within, making me trembling from my core, all the way up my body, making me moan against his ear.

Peter laughed at my pleasure. "Oh there is so much more where that came from, love" I could feel him slip out from within me, but when I opened my mouth to tell him to stay, I realised that he had already left, The only evidence that he had been here, was the fact that my underwear had gone completely. They weren't on me and they weren't around my ankles, the only explanation for which would be that Peter had taken them with him when he left.

What had stayed was the notion that I was still wearing my nightgown, and this had to change. Gathering my bow and arrows, I set off to hunt. If I was going to change my clothes, I was going to need materials to do so, and for that, I would need skins.

It was when I was stalking a badger, a number of other game strung together at my side, waiting so add to my throng, that I heard rustling in the bushes ahead.

I drew back on my bowstring, ready to shoot, but the rustling stopped. I caught myself the badger, however I knew that there was something, or somebody else in that bush.

Later that afternoon, I sat in the clearing from that morning, and lamented on today's events as I stitched my new materials together. I cut up my nightgown to fashion a blouse. With the remaining material, I formed a knee length skirt, which I left to dye an earthy green by means of moss, whilst I used the leather skins and catgut to make a corset. The furs were left to make a hooded cloak and fur lined leather ankle boots.

I was dressed and ready to face the boys back at the camp again, when I heard more rustling in the trees. I drew my arrow, ready to strike, but I wasn't fast enough; an arrow whirred overhead, very narrowly missing me.

The sharp head of the arrow, penetrated the bark of the tree, hand hung from its shaft was a small leather satchel. I stood down from the attack and withdrew to remove the bag.

Weary to undo the button, I plucked up the courage to expose the contents of the small pouch that lay in my hands.

Inside was a folded piece of parchment. Upon opening it, I revealed a letter. It read:

Maria,

I know who you are,

I know your past,

I know what brought you here,

I know what you did,

And I know what you are capable of.

I've been watching you you're whole life,

You've let me down.

~Your true family~

I looked down into the bag, only to find my underwear, lying there scrunched up. I folded the parchment and returned it to the satchel, which I hid on the inside of my cloak.

If Peter wasn't the one to take my underwear, I doubt he would want to know somebody else had been with us, during our stolen moment, if that's what you could call it.

I thought of Felix, but whoever wrote this said that they had been "watching me my entire life" and I had only met him the other day, and I hadn't revealed that much about myself.

I thought of mother superior, but there was no way that she could have followed me to Neverland. In order to come here, you had to place your trust in magic, and she would never believe in such things unholy and satanic.

I didn't know of anybody else on the island, and nobody on the island knew my real name. I decided that the contents of this satchel would remain a secret between me, and its sender. But that wasn't going to stop me from finding who ever decided to cross my path with a sack attached to an arrow.

I pulled my hood up over my dark chocolate curls and stole away into the timberland, only to return to my new home: The camp of the lost boys.