I treaded quietly, fearing that I would wake Felix or one of the other boys. No, the rest didn't hate me the way Felix did, but I would have to explain why I was sneaking into Pan's quarters in the middle of the night, long after anyone would have been awake. I felt my throat begin to swell as I took silent steps into his room. I expected to find him in the same position as before- lips to his pipes and glaring at the floor. As I rounded the corner I was met with a sight I hadn't seen before.

Peter was sprawled out on the bed, one arm across his chest, the other holding his flute. His legs were spread, and his head, turned to one side, was peaceful in sleep. The heat that had gripped my body just moments earlier froze for an instant as I took in this new image. Without the smirk and the flames in his eyes, without the confident pose and the intimidating stares, he truly was just a beautiful boy. I'd never seen him so innocent, so untroubled. I almost left him like that, when he groaned. His hand drifted from his chest downwards…my gaze followed his hand and I let out a quiet "oh" as I realized he was enduring a similar dream to my own. I went to him, sitting on the bed beside him and took his hand from where it was drifting.

His eyes shot open, the hand that I held wrapped around both of my wrists and pulled them over my head. He pushed me back into the bed, his body firmly against my own.

"I thought I told you to leave me alone," he threatened. His face scared me, he was angry, now. Very angry.

"I…I had to know why." I stammered. He stared at me.

"Why what? Why I kissed you? You're just as bad as Wendy. I will not love you, Priya," he began, rambling. I was surprised, I didn't expect him to assume that.

"No…why you stopped."

The fire was back in his eyes.

"You're just a girl, I assumed you'd be saving your virtue," he scoffed. I shook my head wildly.

"No, no…gods, no. I didn't want you to stop…I wanted you to keep going, I couldn't stop thinking about it, even as I slept, I just WANTED you," I said, but was interrupted by his hungry lips pressing down and drowning the words. I moaned into his mouth, finally finding relief in the heat. The warmth coursed through my veins as I tried to free my hands from his grasp, to pull him closer to me. He pulled his lips from mine and moved them to my ear.

"If you want this, we're doing it my way," he growled, his teeth grazing my earlobe, eliciting a whimper from me. I nodded as he claimed my lips once more. He removed his hand from my wrists, but I knew better than to move them. He smirked at my obedience and moved his hands lower, teasing my nipples through the fabric of my dress. I arched into his hands and ground my hips into him. I could see his face, he smirked as I writhed beneath him. His hands bulled the hem of my dress, high above my hips and over my head. I couldn't help myself, my hands fisted in his hair and pulled him back down to my lips. He bit down on my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth, making my eyes roll back. I let go of my desperate hold on his hair to get his belt off, tossing it aside and and making a hopeless attempt to remove his trousers with my lips and tongue still entwined with his. He kicked them off, and put his hands on my bare thighs, pulling my legs up level with his waist. He released one of my thighs, and pressed his palm against my aching heat.

"You are positively dripping," he murmured. His hand, sticky and moist from my arousal, wrapped around his manhood as he guided himself to me. He pressed into me, gently, fully, deeply. He slid into me with ease, I moaned in ecstasy. He did not hesitate as he began to thrust into me, deep and hard. My breath came in short, shallow gasps, little mewls and whispers escaping with each exhale. Oh, this was what I had been craving, the fullness, the- oh! OH!

He moved in and out, fast as his fingers had in the dream I'd thought was so lovely earlier, which paled in comparison to the stimulation I felt now. The heat that had been so decidedly in my stomach continued to grow, and spread, lighting every nerve in my body on fire. I cried out, unable to contain myself as I grew closer and closer to something hidden but something I desperately needed.

"Priya, say my name," he groaned into my ear, then pulling away to ravage my mouth.

"Oh gods, Peter," I exhaled, moving my legs further up, making his thrusts even deeper. I gasped, and let out little cries as the heat coursed through my body.

"Fuck," he moaned, thrusting harder into me. He pressed his palm into my most sensitive area, my little bead of nerves. That was it, I cried out and gasped, not able to release any noise at all as ecstasy ripped from my womanhood through my veins, my toes curled, my fingers dug into his back, and the rippling pleasure came in waves over my body. He pounded into me, just a few more times, and let out a growl as he filled me with his own pleasure. I shook as he collapsed on top of me, riding out my last waves as I gained the ability to breathe again.

He trembled too, his hands entwined in my hair. My breath was still shallow, and I gasped for air. He pulled out of me and rolled over onto his side, pulling me against his chest, embracing me gently. I was surprised by that, I sighed in contentment.

He sat up and pulled on his trousers as soon as he heard my sigh. I didn't have the energy to sit up yet. He reached over and grabbed his flute, pulling it to his lips. The tune I had come to recognize flowed from his lips and the instrument.

"Mm…I dreamed about you, before I came here tonight. I dreamed about…about doing that, basically. I couldn't think about anything else, even when Felix was being rude, or while I slept. It was the only thing I could think of. I never wanted anything more…that was wonderful," I murmured. The tune had done it's work, but I began to fall asleep…I fought against the exhaustion.

"Peter?"

The tune stopped.

"Where is my dress?" I asked.

He chuckled and looked over at me.

"I wouldn't worry about your dress. I may want you again, later. You just sleep for now," he told me, putting the flute to his lips and playing a lullaby.

I stared at his form, his beautiful boy's face, his broad shoulders and trim figure, his plump lips as he played the tune, his eyes staring deeply into my own as I tried to fight sleep.

"Sleep, Priya."

"I don't…"

"SLEEP," he commanded.

I felt my eyes begin to close under his gaze, but as I got a last glimpse at his face I came to realize one definite thing, something that terrified me.

I was in love with Peter Pan.

PHEW. That was a heck of a chapter to write! It took ages, and thanks for being so patient everyone, and waiting so long! I had a set plot line, and much of it is still in place, but with last night's episode and a few new developments in my mind, this fic probably won't end with 8 chapters like I expected. Much more to come, I hope you enjoy!

UPDATE- I promise I'll get Chapter 7 up today or tomorrow. I know what my next big plot point is, but I'm not sure how to get there. Bear with me- I'll update as quickly as possible!