"Are you feeling better, darling?" He smiles faintly, and I know I can see love in his dark, green eyes. He does love me. I have to believe that. I absolutely have to.

I smile and nod. "I am. I just need to be happy with what I have. I can't sulk around and moan about the curse. It sucks, but I just have to deal with it." My hand moves to his, as we sit on the log in the center of the camp. The Boys, along with my brother - Nate, are dancing and hollering around us in a circle. The dance isn't graceful; it never is. It is chopped and carefree, no coordination. I think it symbolizes how free and wild they can be, free from family ties, to always stay young forever. I have to accept that part of my life now. I can stay young and pretty forever, be free. If I just forget about the negatives, I can always think of my new life here as a positive one.

Now Pan grins. "I am glad, darling. I don't like to see you upset." His hand moves so it's over mine, instead of the other way. But I like it. His hand always feels warm and comforting. He wraps his other arm around me, pulling me toward him. My head rests on his chest, our fingers intertwined. I know this is love. I can feel it pulsating between us. Together, we are one. Peter Pan and his Lost Girl. "I can make you happy here, Becky. You don't need to be afraid of me. And I am sorry if you feel that I hurt you before. I was just teaching you a lesson."

I sigh, closing my eyes as I lean against him. "I know. I am yours, and I can't win this fight. But..."

"But what, darling?" His free hand moves from my waist to my brown hair, stroking it gently. It feels so good.

My voice cracks a little. "Why did you kill her?"

I can feel him tense just slightly, but as soon as I feel it, he instantly relaxes again, as if he feels me realizing him tense. He continues to stroke my hair, his other hand squeezing my hand comfortingly, sensing my sadness like a wave of depression. "Darling, don't be upset. I only did it to help you. Your mother was the one thing holding you back. I had to do it to help you. I never did it to hurt you." His beautiful, soothing, adorable voice fills my insides, making me feel calmer. I don't know if it's some magic he is using, or just his natural skill in soothing me. But it does calm me.

I nod. "Pan, do you really love me?" I have to hear it. He probably does, but I have to feel it, hear it in my ears, let it sink into me.

He lets out a sigh. "Darling, why would you ask that question? Of course I do. Rebecca, I love you more than anything in the world. I have loved before, I have, and some even say I am not capable of love. It is not true. I have never loved you more than I have loved anything else in the world." He kisses the too of my head gently, and I can feel his love. He really does love me. He is silent for a moment, then he speaks. "How do you feel about your...curse, as you like to call it?"

I am taken aback by the question, but I answer. "As much as I love you, Pan, I just wish I wasn't cursed. I hate Runplestiltskin for doing this to me. I want to be able to control my own feelings and emotions, but I can't." It is true. Every time I try to say I don't love him, or something along those lines, something inside me prevents me from saying it. If I try to say it out loud, something in my throat prevents me from continuing the sentence. Even when I try to say it in my thoughts. I try again, I don't l- I love Peter Pan. I do. See? It changes how I think. It controls my mind like it has a mind of its own.

"Try to say you don't love me, darling," he tells me.

"I can't. I've tried."

"Go ahead. I want to see it." I can hear that ordering tone in his voice, though he adds that soothing essence to it, as he always does. He loves it when I am calm.

I nod, and try again, "I don't. I don't llll-" I can't finish the sentence. I feel something on my throat constrict, telling me to stop trying to say that sentence. Then the curse changes how I feel. "I do. I do love you. I always do."

I can feel his surprise at the curse's control over me. It is so powerful. I don't understand how such a curse can exist. "Oh, darling, you can't even say it. Can you think it?"

I shake my head. "No. I can't," I say, my voice cracking. As soon as he hears that impending sadness in my voice, I feel Pan's hand stroke my hair again, soft and gentle and soothing. I lean back into him, feel his warmth against me. "Sometimes it even hurts to think or say it."

"Interesting," he whispers, caressing my brown hair. We are both silent for several minutes, him caressing my hair and holding my hand, me, my eyes closed, letting myself sink into his chest, let his warmth, and sometimes his darkness, sink into me.

Then he speaks. "Darling?"

I realize I am falling asleep on him. I don't even open my eyes, I just mumble, "Mmm...?"

"You don't need to call me Pan. That's what everyone else calls me," he says. Now I realize the sounds of the Lost Boys have faded. They must have stopped the dance. "But you're special. Call me...Peter. No one ever calls me that. It is rare when someone does."

I smile faintly. "Okay," I whisper. "Peter..." For some reason, it feels better to call him that.

"Much better," he says, gently pulling me closer, so I am now resting on his lap. He continues to caress my hair, and I sink into him. "Sleep now, darling..." I don't say anything. I fall asleep almost instantly in Peter's wonderful embrace. I think one thing before I let the dark of sleep take me.

I love you, Peter Pan. I always will...

A/N - I honestly had so much fun with this chapter! I love this couple so much, and this was my favorite cutesie moment with Pecky! (Lol, fail shipping name...) And I think this was the longest chapter I've written so far in LaL! Becky is just accepting the curse and everything happening to her, while Pan continues to revel in it, but loves her and tries to keep her happy and calm. He is a bad boy, I know, but this bad boy has a love he has never experienced before! And we get to see how much Rumplestiltskin's curse controls our poor Becky! Tell me what you think, and do you want more Pecky cutesie moments like this? Or even more bestie moments with Bami (Becky and Sami)? And if you have any ideas, don't hesitate to PM me! ;) Happy Reading!