Sorry to leave you hanging like that, but I couldn't resist! I'm updating as fast as I can write, basically.

The whole kiss lasted no longer than two minutes before he pulled away, pushing himself away from me and into his pillows. I froze, too stunned to move towards him again- my body was still coated in heat. I stared at him, waiting for him to say something, hoping he would pull me towards him again, praying he would not leave me wanting.

"Just go."

I felt my body leave his dwelling, but my heart and spirit were elsewhere. I sat down again, in front of the fire, emptily staring into the flames.

I could still feel the searing heat where his hand rested on my thigh; my lips still trembled from the fire that had dwelled there. I shivered remembering his touch…

I knew how the world worked. My own father had tried to sell my body for money; I knew what a man and a woman did. But Peter and I were not a man and a woman…we were merely a boy and a girl, lost children. But the ache I'd begun to feel for his touch was undeniable- I had never imagined wanting him in that way. Now though….

HE had kissed me after all. Of course he was a boy, and I suppose he had urges, but I had never once thought that he would consider acting upon them. But why did he have to stop?

I did not notice as minutes turned to hours. The boys, I was sure, were watching me. I hadn't moved from my silent post on the log in front of the fire. I clung to the warmth it brought, trying to recreate the luscious heat that had enveloped me before, but the flames before me were cool compared to the inferno that had raced over my skin. I whimpered quietly, recalling the memory.

"You're gonna end up just like Wendy."

That broke me from my trance-like state.

"Wendy?"

"She tried to pull the feelings card too, you know. She tried to make him love her, too," Felix drawled, grinning cruelly, "now she's in a cage. She will be for a long time."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I stammered. The word love had hardly crossed my mind, only the penetrating craving.

"She had that same look on her face when he rejected her and sent her to the cage. Well, no, she looked more like she'd had her heart ripped out. You just look pathetic."

I glared at the boy. He had no right to know what had gone on in Peter's home. That was my memory, not his cruel triumph. Perhaps he didn't know, though. Love…I certainly hadn't confessed loving Peter in that hovel, nor had I said more than a few words.

"You'll be out of my hair soon. Peter'll get sick of seeing your pathetic face soon enough."

I growled, a strange noise coming from my chest and turned from Felix. He was provoking me, but I was not in the mood to arouse Peter's anger right now. I stormed off, to a quiet place where I could rest and think...

"Priya?"

I sat up, to see Peter sitting next to me. My heart began to pound, whether from fear of his wrath or arousal from his presence, I wasn't sure. He knelt on the ground next to me and took my wrists in his. I gasped at the reaction my body had to this simple touch, I closed my eyes at the fire that coursed through me. He held my hands above my head and kissed me, pressing me into the dirt. I eagerly returned the kiss, all memory of his rage forgotten. His hands released mine and slid up my waist to cup my small breasts. I whimpered, pressing my hands into his hair and grasping there, needing him ever closer to me. His left hand left my breast to trail lower, to tease the place where the fire pooled, dripping. He smirked at me before catching my mouth with his again, his strong fingers slipping into my warm womanhood, eliciting a slight groan from me. His fingers moved, quickly, in and out of my warmth, bringing me nearly to the brink of something…

My eyes shot open, and I sat up, pulling my hand from my wetness. I cursed quietly, nearly to the point of sobbing. A damn dream, a damned evil dream. It had felt so real, I was still dripping from being so aroused, but it was hardly enough. There was something lingering there, something I desperately needed, something to sate me before I would ever sleep well again. My dream encouraged me- I tried to use my fingers the way he had in the dream…but I could not move them fast enough, they couldn't plunge deep enough to satisfy me. I groaned, pressing my face into my knees. I didn't want to disobey him but I could not stay away without answers any longer. I stood, brushing the dirt from my back and wiping my juices on my skirt as I took the tentative walk to his room in the roots.

I'm horrible for blueballing you twice, I know. This will be my last update until next Monday- I can only update at the library where I have internet, and it's only open Monday-Thursday. Please review, I can still check those on my phone, and I will still be writing this weekend! Thanks everyone!

Quick update because of questions

Priya is not Emma.

At this point, Pan only know what the Heart of the Truest Believer will look like- not who his mother will be. He's been given sources (and who knows, they could be right!) that Priya is going to be that mother. At this point in time, I don't think Snow and Charming were even born, so Emma wasn't even a thought. The canon of this story is that Priya is supposed to be the mother to a future Henry- though it may or may not work out as planned. (After all, we know what is true in the show- but you'll have to wait until the ending to see how that works out.) The story isn't over folks, there are so many more twists and turns!